Venomshank'sCrows

I feel like shit. I’ll be on semi-hintas. That includes all my parody blogs. If this is reblogged by a parody then it’s mine.

-> The former soldier was sitting inside of his truck like usual, a newspaper in one hand and a cigarette dangling between his lips. Today hadn't been as busy as it usually was. -> He wasn't expecting to have an unknown visitor soon enough.

-> Zuka's focus shifted to the bird at his window and moved the cigarette in his mouth slightly. He knew who the bird belonged to and he didn't really want to be bothered with it right now. -> But it was a bird, not the deity himself. He sighed, a small puff of smoke coming out as he rolled up his newspaper and took the cigarette out of his mouth and snuffing it out before rolling down the window for the creature. "Smokey in here. Careful."

"Lemme guess... The deity's 'round here somewhere?" -> He reaches over and gently pets the bird's head, sighing softly with an eyeroll. He doesn't hate the bird, he hates the man that bird's attached to. "Where is he, little fella?"

-> The truckdriver followed the bird's eyes and sighed, shaking his head a little as he continues to pet the avian creature's little head gently. "Go off and get 'im. He's a big boy, should be able to talk to me himself or whatever."

-> Zuka huffed and opened the driver's side door, shifting himself so that he was facing the deity as he approached, sitting sideways in the driver's seat and resting his face on his only hand. -> It's a shocker that this old and grayed man was a former soldier. Someone so beloved and respected in Blackrock. And it was painful to know Zuka once called the deity of the undead a friend. "Ya need a lift anywhere, Venomshank?"

"Mhm." -> He didn't believe that for a second, but decided not to question any further. He looked up slightly at the bird resting atop his head before his tired and dull eyes landed on the deity. "You couldda just sent your bird here by 'imself, Venomshank. Don't see why ya needed ta join 'im." -> He more so questioned the deity's actions out of curiosity than anything else. He was confused why Venomshank wouldn't trust one of his murder to fly alone.

"I see." -> He didn't particularly care, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. He knew Rocket was in love with the deity's son. He liked Sword, he liked that little fella a lot. "If you wanna sit down then the back of the truck's wide open. Surely it's big enough ta fit ya."

"Shocked you can breathe with that on." -> He comments before turning and pulling himself properly back into his truck, although he didn't bother to close the door as he lit another cigarette, placing it between his lips. "Also shocked Dark hasn't bullied ya enough to make ya stop wearin' that."

"Doubt that kid of yours would be too happy knowin' you're hurtin' yourself, Venomshank." -> Zuka liked Sword, he liked the kid a lot. He didn't think Sword would be too happy knowing his father was hurting himself. "Real funny 'bout that kid of yours. Saw 'im not too long ago at some little costume shop. Came out with a mask similar ta yours."

"Kid loves ya. Just like mine does with me." -> Zuka in his prime, back when he was a soldier for Blackrock, never seemed like the type to be a father. He never seemed like he could age into someone who's capable of doing so. He used to be such a wildcard, unpredictable and strong. Now he's a simple old man doing his job. "You raised a good kid, Venomshank. Sword's always polite and whatnot, even tho I give him basically free rule of m'house when he's over visitin' Rocket."

"My kid's allowed to be friends with whoever he wants if ya ask me. But the moment someone tries to mess with m'boy then I won't hesitate ta mess someone up." -> He puffs a little and leans back into his seat, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. "You're the same, ain'tcha?"

"The feeling's the same for my boy." -> He looked down slightly and stared at his cigarette. He didn't think he'd be sitting down and having a conversation with the man who ripped off his arm. "I know I've got Dark. But it's different. Rocket's..." -> He paused and shook his head. Zuka was always one to repress his own feelings. "Rocket's my boy. Ya mess with my boy, I make sure ya pay fer it."

"Dark's a mystery if you ask me. No matter which Dark you're talkin' 'bout. A mystery, somethin' of an oddball that ya can't quite pin down..." "I guess that's what makes yer sibling interestin' to me."

-> Even tho the deity couldn't see it, the shark demon's tail twitched at that name. That's a name he hasn't heard the deity call him god knows how fucking long. "I'm listenin'." -> That's all he says as he waits for the deity to continue on with whatever it is he wanted.

-> Zuka goes quiet, almost painfully quiet as the shark processes what the other was saying. Eventually a small sigh escapes him. "I know you didn't mean it, Venomshank. 'Sides, my dumbass decided I was qualified ta help ya." -> He leans forward and rests his arm on the steering wheel, putting his head on his arm. "I can't hate ya fer somethin' you can't control, Venomshank. If I did, I wouldn't have let Sword anywhere near Rocket. I wouldn't even let YOU near ME. I know you ain't a bad guy."

"You don't need to thank me. Just tellin' the truth as is." -> His shark tail twitched again as he gripped the steering wheel of his truck. He's lucky the deity couldn't see him right now. "Just... Part of me wanted to hate you and tell ya to shove a cactus up where the sun don't shine, but I couldn't bring myself ta do it. But I wised up after leavin' Blackrock, realized things about m'self and everything that's happened." "That's why I couldn't do it. Because you ain't stupid like some of your siblings.... And I guess Dark to an extent too. You wouldn't hurt someone on purpose."

"You're a big baby, y'know that don'tcha, Ven?" -> OH.... It was that old nickname. "It's funny seein' a deity get all worked up. But it shows you're still a feelin' bein', y'know? Gettin' emotional, cryin'. Had to teach Rocket that he's allowed to cry and get up." "I had no intention of raisin' 'im under whatever the fuck Blackrock teaches their youth to be like. I'm glad you haven't gotten dead on the inside like a lot of other demons have. Like I have."

"Hold on to ya tail feathers, bird boy." -> Zuka opened up the door and let the bird inside before closing it up and buckling his seatbelt. The truck's engine rumbled to life... "Do ya have any idea where your kid could be?"

"Then let's hop to it. Show us the way, little fella." -> Zuka nudged the bird gently before pulling out of Crossroads and heading towards the desert faction. Zuka really should've been obeying the speed limit and such but uh... -> Sword's safety was a little more important right now! "Knowin' the doc he's probably out lookin' for that boy too..."

"Ven." -> He said in almost "are you serious?" can of tone. "This truck has been through bullshit that you couldn't even fathom. Of course it can handle some sand!" -> He wasn't mad at the deity for asking such a question, but as a father he was concerned for Sword's safety. Concerned for the boy his own son loved so fucking much. -> Lost Temple eventually came into view and the truck driver just sped on right through, if anyone had issues then they'd have to take it up with the deity riding with him. Zuka followed the bird's every movement until they ended up some temple further within the faction. -> Medkit's fancy little car was there too...

-> The inside of the temple was barely lit, dust and sand covering basically every inch of it. Rumble and ruin covered the floors and pointed rock formations hung down from the ceiling. -> How Sword was able to traverse these temples was both a mystery and impressive all wrapped into one feeling of "oh god!" This temple didn't seem as big as the others, but with the many pathways, an unexperienced explorer could easily get- -> Chirps. The distant sound of chirps and bleats could be heard from someone. That was Sword and Medkit, the avian was letting out chirps of distress. He must've sensed his father was here.

"Baba! Baba please!" -> Sword cried out as Medkit kicked at the rumble atop his one wing, desperately trying to clear as much off as he possibly could. Medkit wasn't the strongest physically despite being Blackrockian, but he had a damn powerful kick. "Baba!" -> The poor little bird was tearing up again as he squirmed and wriggled.

"Baba...." -> He chirped loudly at his father as Medkit continued to kick and try to move the rocks. "I don't mean to break up the touching moment... But I'm not strong enough to move these myself! Sword's wing is definitely damaged and needs medical attention." -> Sword chirped again and closes his eyes, his feathers puffing up.

-> The former soldier was sitting inside of his truck like usual, a newspaper in one hand and a cigarette dangling between his lips. Today hadn't been as busy as it usually was. -> He wasn't expecting to have an unknown visitor soon enough.

-> Zuka's focus shifted to the bird at his window and moved the cigarette in his mouth slightly. He knew who the bird belonged to and he didn't really want to be bothered with it right now. -> But it was a bird, not the deity himself. He sighed, a small puff of smoke coming out as he rolled up his newspaper and took the cigarette out of his mouth and snuffing it out before rolling down the window for the creature. "Smokey in here. Careful."

"Lemme guess... The deity's 'round here somewhere?" -> He reaches over and gently pets the bird's head, sighing softly with an eyeroll. He doesn't hate the bird, he hates the man that bird's attached to. "Where is he, little fella?"

-> The truckdriver followed the bird's eyes and sighed, shaking his head a little as he continues to pet the avian creature's little head gently. "Go off and get 'im. He's a big boy, should be able to talk to me himself or whatever."

-> Zuka huffed and opened the driver's side door, shifting himself so that he was facing the deity as he approached, sitting sideways in the driver's seat and resting his face on his only hand. -> It's a shocker that this old and grayed man was a former soldier. Someone so beloved and respected in Blackrock. And it was painful to know Zuka once called the deity of the undead a friend. "Ya need a lift anywhere, Venomshank?"

"Mhm." -> He didn't believe that for a second, but decided not to question any further. He looked up slightly at the bird resting atop his head before his tired and dull eyes landed on the deity. "You couldda just sent your bird here by 'imself, Venomshank. Don't see why ya needed ta join 'im." -> He more so questioned the deity's actions out of curiosity than anything else. He was confused why Venomshank wouldn't trust one of his murder to fly alone.

"I see." -> He didn't particularly care, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. He knew Rocket was in love with the deity's son. He liked Sword, he liked that little fella a lot. "If you wanna sit down then the back of the truck's wide open. Surely it's big enough ta fit ya."

"Shocked you can breathe with that on." -> He comments before turning and pulling himself properly back into his truck, although he didn't bother to close the door as he lit another cigarette, placing it between his lips. "Also shocked Dark hasn't bullied ya enough to make ya stop wearin' that."

"Doubt that kid of yours would be too happy knowin' you're hurtin' yourself, Venomshank." -> Zuka liked Sword, he liked the kid a lot. He didn't think Sword would be too happy knowing his father was hurting himself. "Real funny 'bout that kid of yours. Saw 'im not too long ago at some little costume shop. Came out with a mask similar ta yours."

"Kid loves ya. Just like mine does with me." -> Zuka in his prime, back when he was a soldier for Blackrock, never seemed like the type to be a father. He never seemed like he could age into someone who's capable of doing so. He used to be such a wildcard, unpredictable and strong. Now he's a simple old man doing his job. "You raised a good kid, Venomshank. Sword's always polite and whatnot, even tho I give him basically free rule of m'house when he's over visitin' Rocket."

"My kid's allowed to be friends with whoever he wants if ya ask me. But the moment someone tries to mess with m'boy then I won't hesitate ta mess someone up." -> He puffs a little and leans back into his seat, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth. "You're the same, ain'tcha?"

"The feeling's the same for my boy." -> He looked down slightly and stared at his cigarette. He didn't think he'd be sitting down and having a conversation with the man who ripped off his arm. "I know I've got Dark. But it's different. Rocket's..." -> He paused and shook his head. Zuka was always one to repress his own feelings. "Rocket's my boy. Ya mess with my boy, I make sure ya pay fer it."

"Dark's a mystery if you ask me. No matter which Dark you're talkin' 'bout. A mystery, somethin' of an oddball that ya can't quite pin down..." "I guess that's what makes yer sibling interestin' to me."

-> Even tho the deity couldn't see it, the shark demon's tail twitched at that name. That's a name he hasn't heard the deity call him god knows how fucking long. "I'm listenin'." -> That's all he says as he waits for the deity to continue on with whatever it is he wanted.

-> Zuka goes quiet, almost painfully quiet as the shark processes what the other was saying. Eventually a small sigh escapes him. "I know you didn't mean it, Venomshank. 'Sides, my dumbass decided I was qualified ta help ya." -> He leans forward and rests his arm on the steering wheel, putting his head on his arm. "I can't hate ya fer somethin' you can't control, Venomshank. If I did, I wouldn't have let Sword anywhere near Rocket. I wouldn't even let YOU near ME. I know you ain't a bad guy."

"You don't need to thank me. Just tellin' the truth as is." -> His shark tail twitched again as he gripped the steering wheel of his truck. He's lucky the deity couldn't see him right now. "Just... Part of me wanted to hate you and tell ya to shove a cactus up where the sun don't shine, but I couldn't bring myself ta do it. But I wised up after leavin' Blackrock, realized things about m'self and everything that's happened." "That's why I couldn't do it. Because you ain't stupid like some of your siblings.... And I guess Dark to an extent too. You wouldn't hurt someone on purpose."

"You're a big baby, y'know that don'tcha, Ven?" -> OH.... It was that old nickname. "It's funny seein' a deity get all worked up. But it shows you're still a feelin' bein', y'know? Gettin' emotional, cryin'. Had to teach Rocket that he's allowed to cry and get up." "I had no intention of raisin' 'im under whatever the fuck Blackrock teaches their youth to be like. I'm glad you haven't gotten dead on the inside like a lot of other demons have. Like I have."

"Hold on to ya tail feathers, bird boy." -> Zuka opened up the door and let the bird inside before closing it up and buckling his seatbelt. The truck's engine rumbled to life... "Do ya have any idea where your kid could be?"

"Then let's hop to it. Show us the way, little fella." -> Zuka nudged the bird gently before pulling out of Crossroads and heading towards the desert faction. Zuka really should've been obeying the speed limit and such but uh... -> Sword's safety was a little more important right now! "Knowin' the doc he's probably out lookin' for that boy too..."

The little crow came flying down, cawing in distress. She hopped around Sword, trying to find a way to help the poor warrior.

She scoots over and gently pecks at the boy’s tears. He rubs her feather against his face, trying to dry them and also comfort the poor avian.

-> Sword closes his eyes and chirps back at the female bird, trying to let his body relax in her presence. It was hard tho, so fucking hard. He couldn't tell if his wing was broken or not either. "Do you think they'll come for me...? M-Meds and baba...?" -> He figured one of them would show up, they'd absolutely would! But the poor boy was all over the place right now.

-> Sword sniffles and wraps his arms around the female bird and hugged her close, resting his head beside her body and chirping softly. -> He was going to be okay, he just needed to wait a little longer and everything will be okay.

So…the wait begun.

The little crow came flying down, cawing in distress. She hopped around Sword, trying to find a way to help the poor warrior.

She scoots over and gently pecks at the boy’s tears. He rubs her feather against his face, trying to dry them and also comfort the poor avian.

-> Sword closes his eyes and chirps back at the female bird, trying to let his body relax in her presence. It was hard tho, so fucking hard. He couldn't tell if his wing was broken or not either. "Do you think they'll come for me...? M-Meds and baba...?" -> He figured one of them would show up, they'd absolutely would! But the poor boy was all over the place right now.

The little crow came flying down, cawing in distress. She hopped around Sword, trying to find a way to help the poor warrior.

She scoots over and gently pecks at the boy’s tears. He rubs her feather against his face, trying to dry them and also comfort the poor avian.

The little crow came flying down, cawing in distress. She hopped around Sword, trying to find a way to help the poor warrior.

The little crow came flying down, cawing in distress. She hopped around Sword, trying to find a way to help the poor warrior.

…well uh…you don’t really sound fine..