He stared down upon yesterday-vandal, frozen in it's fear, his foollish savior. An easy meal, probably wishing for a thousand arms or something of power, or to kill one who took it's arms away. Vigek leaned in closer, stars glistening in his eyes, mouth salivating behind a friendly smile.
But then, trembling with knoweldge of soon demise, she wished for a story. A story that he was going to finish, consuming foolish drekh whole, but, as time went on, the tale became of stars, and snow, and spring, and the listener his was so attentive.. he couldn't bring the story to a close.
For behind a wish for a story, was a wish for friendship.
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My piece of work for One Last Wish zine, featuring two goobers you've probably seen before. Check it out!!!














