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( ♡♡♡ ) Flickering bulbs of light; Little suns attached at the hip to great horror; the little wonders dance ahead of him. You can hear the soft humming if you strain your ears just right. If you clear your head of empty fog and focus on the dark world ahead. It's far too pleasant a sound for such little monstrosities. Valentine trails after one, entranced. Their flickering light reflects in wide pupils, reminiscent of his neighborhood lights. It isn't so dull, not so bleak and artificial. A special monster, bread by the heavens itself it seems. Such cruel irony.
It's an oxymoron— a paradox. Little joy and little terror coexisting together. It infuriates him, leaves hot anger and confusion in its wake. Was it a leech— a parasite? Taking in and infecting this light in the darkness? It was foul, a crime against nature. His movements are fluid in the darkness. There's a hum. yellow-green flame sets his features alight.
He springs, claws unsheathed towards the beast. Soft pink pads are tinted green with its cool light. It's ever so close. His weight crashes back down to the soil with a thump, his prey aptly trapped beneath his paw. HIs lips curl in a satisfied grin. The world is cleansed of one less mistake.
Only then, he lift his paw, only to find a distinct absence of scum. No severed limbs, no spatter of bright-yellow blood. His expression falls into a frown, and the rest of his body sags along with it. Tufted ears are pulled back in frustration.
Dancing lights. His eyes turn upward.
And there it is, little devil. Humming and buzzing, taunting him despite its puny form. A growl rumbles in his throat. "Insolent," he hisses, eyes narrowed with the anger of a rancorous beast. Again he lunges, and again he fails. A true product of misguided prayer; it refuses to properly live, but still refuses to die.
[ TL;DR Fireflies dont make sense so he must destroy them <3 ; sorry if this sucks i wrote this with brain off]
It's an oxymoron— a paradox. Little joy and little terror coexisting together. It infuriates him, leaves hot anger and confusion in its wake. Was it a leech— a parasite? Taking in and infecting this light in the darkness? It was foul, a crime against nature. His movements are fluid in the darkness. There's a hum. yellow-green flame sets his features alight.
He springs, claws unsheathed towards the beast. Soft pink pads are tinted green with its cool light. It's ever so close. His weight crashes back down to the soil with a thump, his prey aptly trapped beneath his paw. HIs lips curl in a satisfied grin. The world is cleansed of one less mistake.
Only then, he lift his paw, only to find a distinct absence of scum. No severed limbs, no spatter of bright-yellow blood. His expression falls into a frown, and the rest of his body sags along with it. Tufted ears are pulled back in frustration.
Dancing lights. His eyes turn upward.
And there it is, little devil. Humming and buzzing, taunting him despite its puny form. A growl rumbles in his throat. "Insolent," he hisses, eyes narrowed with the anger of a rancorous beast. Again he lunges, and again he fails. A true product of misguided prayer; it refuses to properly live, but still refuses to die.
[ TL;DR Fireflies dont make sense so he must destroy them <3 ; sorry if this sucks i wrote this with brain off]