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They had been searching for Him ever since The Incident but their quest was full of failure. The dickbag, somehow, managed to keep out of their sights. It was getting repetitive and the leucistic elk was beginning to lose hope. But fuck it, maybe today would be different.
Serbia cleared her mind of negative thoughts and glanced over her shoulder to see if her partner was catching up.
/no they are not looking for god.
*edited with permission from the bae
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"Yeah? This place seems dank enough for that piece of shit to come out of," she commented while scanning the area for living creatures. "Do you think we'll find anything here?"
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"Jesus fuck, Yas. You do realize that you don't have to talk all fancy with me, right?" Serbia sighed, goddamn Yas always talked like he had a stick shoved up his shiny metal behind. "And that didn't really answer my question. To be honest, I think he probably killed everyone that knew him here. We're not going to find shit."
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"Pfft, none of the shit you say makes sense," Serbia muttered and watched the Shadowclanners. Well, Yas can do all the talking, she could just stand there looking hot as fuck. But the wolf did unnerve her a bit, she kept a wary eye on him.
//demigod? people can play gods? or am i not understanding this correctly?
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"His name? We call him dickbag. He doesn't deserve a goddamned name," Serbia spat, and well shit, a tiger. She had to keep an eye on that one too. Man, the world was a dangerous place. The leucistic elk glanced at her companion then back at the dangerous predators.
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Serbia got what Yas was thinking but she ignored and stuck her tongue out at him. Honestly, who would want to harbor a disgusting fuck like that.
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Serbia shifted her gaze to HostessCupcakes. So, this was the mother of the shitbag? Wow, well she didn't look too frightening? Yas can handle all the talking, I'll probably fuck it up even more. And so the female elk kept quiet.
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"Have you got a clue of where he might be?" Serbia finally asked. She had to choose her words carefully, something the impulsive elk did not like to do. Plus she was a little intimidated by the look of HostessCupcakes.
//god im so hungry because of your name.
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The female elk let out a sigh of relief, she was glad that confrontation was over. Tha whole fucking family is fucked up in some sort of way. "Bye, thank you for your time," Serbia took one last wary look at all of the shadowclanners and followed robotic elk.
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The leucistic deer wasn't too happy following Yasuo here. It was like a B movie haunted building but it still gave Serbia the chills. It better be worth it or I'll fucking tear him a new one.
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"Yeah. Good," she breathed out a sigh of relief. Serbia made herself comfortable and shot a smirk at Yasuo, knowing what he couldn't do. "They're taking a while, aren't they? The shadowclanners appeared like friggin ants to food."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=#d8d8d8][sub][size=9pt][font=georgia]The little white domestic shuffled around the Dornish border as if looking for something. She was, looking for someone who would admit her in. That's what they were supposed to do, no? Well, at least that was what some loners told her. Wait at the border and then they'll come and get you, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Fun? Waiting wasn't fun. No, not for her. Not at all. Especially for a former kittypet ruled her home with an iron fist. Breakfast must be 10 am, lunch 3 am, and dinner 8 am, later no earlier. Must be exactly on time. She was a horribly spoiled and thankless princess, getting everything she wanted then throwing it all away for adventure.
Huffing, the violet eyed feline quit her pacing, seated herself and began fiddling with some charms on her collar. How much longer was this going to take? Maybe she should find somewhere else to join. That'll be too bad then, Serbia really liked the sound of this Dorne place.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=#d8d8d8][sub][size=9pt][font=georgia]Of course, when hearing the foot steps of another creature, the domestic looked up. But what she saw wasn't a grown member of Dorne, it was a child instead. Or it seemed like one, Serbia had never seen a creature like that so she could only assume. Her assumptions were slightly confirmed when the frutsial did not speak but instead went for her collar. She could see how Shiren was staring fixedly at her human given accessory. "Um, excuse me?" Serbia frowned and slightly stepped back, preventing the child from hooking it's paw onto her collar. That would have been painful, no doubt.
The next creature to arrive puzzled her as well. A dinosaur? That was something her twoleg's children were obsessed about. But she had thought they were all dead? Clearly this one wasn't, how strange. At least this one could speak. "I'm Serbia and I'm here to join," she finally introduced herself, keeping an eye on the frutsial. She was afraid that the vampire would go for her collar again.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=#d8d8d8][sub][size=9pt][font=georgia]Frowning again, the domestic stepped back once again but this time, she unfastened her collar with a slight bit of difficulty and placed it on the ground for the child to look at. That was it was a win win situation, the frutsial could inspect it and she didn't have to have a kid hanging off her neck. Anyway, Serbia was curious as to why the child didn't speak a single word. Maybe it was the specie's thing, maybe they didn't have a tongue or a voice box?
As for Vendaval's remark, the domestic nodded in agreement,"Hmmhmm, does she talk at all?" Holy shit, the former kittypet thought as she finally looked up to see what kind of creature the Martell was. A dragon? She had thought those were imaginary things? Man, did she lead a sheltered life inside her twoleg's home. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she meowed and dipped her head after the initial shock of seeing the reptilian,"a tour wouldn't be necessary, thank you, but do you mind explaining the gist of Dorne's lands? Like where I can set up my residence?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=#d8d8d8][sub][size=9pt][font=georgia]Serbia watched as the child fiddled with the last remnants of her former life and was quite surprised when the frutsial changed color. It made her think of chameleons and cuttlefish and how strange that Shiren possessed that power. But then, she shifted her gaze back to the dragon once he spoke again. Not yet? How did the child non-verbally get her ideas across? Must be insanely difficult. Then again, it was hard for her to communicate with her twolegs as well, she supposed it was somewhat like that.
"Is that so?" She hummed and glanced at the direction that the dragon had gestured at. A palace or a private home in the capitol? Well, if it wasn't her palace she might as well find an independent home to live in, thought the goddamned spoiled princess. "Oh! One more thing," the feline then added,"are there any attractions/places that I should make sure to look for first before doing anything else?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=#d8d8d8][sub][size=9pt][font=georgia]Was this the turf war thing that the loners had mentioned to her? It sounded like it, the lion didn't look too friendly and he smelled dank. Like something dead and sad. She didn't like that smell, and it seemed the others with him smelled close to that. She supposed they were from a warring gang clan because of that. Now, she didn't really want to be caught in this mess but it was inevitable. Serbia never really fought much in her life. Sure, she had a few scuffles with neighborhood kittypets but they weren't well trained at the slightest, and she wasn't either. And so, the pale domestic stayed hidden until someone around her size popped up. Fighting a lion was a fuck no.
