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He'd sit cross logged on a tree stump in the middle of the woods, muttering to himself about his latest victim. Dried blood on his shirt, and bruises littering his body. "Their face was so cute when I stabbed them..~" He exhales "I wish I could've taken a picture to make it last longer, but he ended up fighting back~.." (not sure if I am doing this correctly, so please forgive me if not.)
- OLIVER: He'd sit cross logged on a tree stump in the middle of the woods, muttering to himself about his latest victim. Dried blood on his shirt, and bruises littering his body. "Their face was so cute when I stabbed them..~" He exhales "I wish I could've taken a picture to make it last longer, but he ended up fighting back~.." (not sure if I am doing this correctly, so please forgive me if not.)
- OLIVER: He'd sit cross legged on a tree stump in the middle of the woods, muttering to himself about his latest victim. Dried blood on his shirt, and bruises littering his body. "Their face was so cute when I stabbed them..~" He exhales "I wish I could've taken a picture to make it last longer, but he ended up fighting back~.." (not sure if I am doing this correctly, so please forgive me if not.)
"How did I even get here again, I don't even..." he pauses and narrows his eyes which glow with a greenish color. He rather animatedly shrugs and slaps his hands over his head giving a toothy grin, his nails sharpening into claws and his voice warps slightly. "Oh riiiiiiight... because I'm the moron that doesn't read the fine print~!"
From his mess of hair an ear perks up, he hears something. He composes himself, his hair and eyes change back to normal and he spins around and... smacks his face into a tree branch, falling onto the ground in a heap.
"Owwwww..." he groans, holding his nose. A brilliant idea comes to his mind, he kicks about getting leaves stuck to himself and then lays out into a dramatic pose and plays dead like a possum.
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Someone a child it seemed walked out of his cabin stretching and yawning with gas mask on his face.
*Yawn* welp... time to do something today as much as I hate it. Just hope I dont encounter some other person.. or demon... or angel.. or statue.. or.. jee Im in danger every breath I take here...
The first thought came to mind is home, she needs a new home. The woods should offer a place to stay for now, she's friendly with animals.
And she went deeper into the woods, she stops when she spotted something moving, and hide behind a big tree.
"Woah, woah... okay, no way," he utters, pushing back those dark thoughts. Whether or not he considered himself still human, he still had standards!
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Miki: That body wasn't very fresh at all, urgh
A soul of one of their siblings: yep, it wasn't
*starts to walk into a forest, for search some people to eat*
"Okay, yeah, sure, of course there's a talking bear now," he says sarcastically. "So, what's your story, you some disgruntled carebear or something?"
"Woah, buddy, that's a- that's a hell of a knife you got there!" he says, raising the pitch of his voice to sound almost comically scared. "No reason to go all green-on-green violence here, eh? Someone might get hurt."
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