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 Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2021 4:54 pm
This is a PRP between my Ladon & Worm-Poot.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2021 5:03 pm
Ladon Ladon eyed his most recent acquisitions with pride. A truly wonderful haul this time. He inhaled. Mmmm. Tasty, fresh cookies. Worm-Poot Worm-Poot smelled something appealing. He toddled towards it, not really thinking too much about, well, anything. Ladon Eyeing his stash of cookies, he looked around warily. No one seemed to be there. Safe perhaps? He scooted into his den briefly, looking for a couple of extra odds and ends. Worm-Poot The smell intensified. Worm-Poot continued to scoot closer, an apparent master of stealth. Ladon Ladon twitched his ears. A noise? He froze, listening. No, no noise. Must be his imagination. He kept on rummaging. Worm-Poot A pile of unguarded cookies, just sitting in a clearing for him. Clearly this was destiny. Worm-Poot waddled over to it. Ladon Aha! Success. He found it. Ladon turned around to leave his den. And there, seemingly having materialised out of nowhere – gasp. A blue invader. Next. To. His. Cookies. Worm-Poot Worm-Poot looked up at the stranger. Hmm. Not unguarded. He tilted his head… and stuffed a cookie into his mouth. Ladon Ladon hissed. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING - get away from thossssssse.” Worm-Poot Worm-Poot spat out the cookie. Ladon Ladon looked on in horror as the monster regurgitated the cookie. “GET. AWAY.” Worm-Poot Worm-Poot tilted his head again. Reaching out with one clawed foot, he pushed the soggy cookie towards the stranger. It made a wet trail of saliva across the floor. Ladon Ladon waddled forwards to stand protectively over the rest of his cookies, like a mother guarding her baskets. He let out another wordless hiss, staring in abject horror at the ruined cookie on the floor. Worm-Poot Worm-Poot did not comprehend his anger. Surely he had returned the cookie? He attempted to push the cookie towards the stranger again. Ladon Ladon did not understand what this monstrosity wanted. Was he mocking him, for his destruction of the cookie? Why didn’t he run? Stand his ground? What was he trying to say? “Begone sssssstranger, thessssse are mine.” Worm-Poot Worm-Poot sat. In the most undignified way possible. One second he was stood, like a … uhh… well, as ‘normal looking’ as a mutant horse could look, and the next he had firmly planted his behind on the floor, much like a dog. Each hind leg was splayed in a random direction. It looked almost painful. Ladon Ladon used his tail to relocate the cookies behind himself. With them mostly safe, he relaxed just a little. The stranger didn’t seem intimidated by him. In fact it… looked dumb. So dumb that Ladon was finding it hard to still be angry at him. He looked back at the ruined cookie. On second thought, he was still very angry. Worm-Poot Worm-Poot scratched an itch behind his ear using his hind leg. You’re pretty sure a horse isn’t meant to bend like that. But okay. Worm-Poot looked at the cookie on the floor. Then back at the stranger. Then back at the cookie. “Worm… Poot?” Ladon Worm… what? Ladon was very confused. He let out another low hiss. Was the stranger deranged? Mentally unstable? Surely yes. Worm-Poot Worm-Poot licked his own eyeball. Ladon Ladon was so perplexed, he couldn’t fathom what on earth he was meant to be doing. He found himself dropping into a sit, just in front of his cookies. Worm-Poot Worm-Poot nodded approvingly. Finally, some manners. Was that so difficult? Ladon Ladon starred the stranger, feeling a strange feeling of warmth emanate from him. Was he… pleased? Ladon’s confusion only continued to grow. And his cookies were getting cold. Worm-Poot Worm-Poot frowned – a gnarly looking frown, teeth askew in all directions. He gestured a foot at the saliva-covered cookie again. “Worm-Poot.”
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