The symptoms became worse and worse until Stardos stopped breathing, until he stopped moving altogether. That's when Pester finally started to worry the slightest. He kicked Stardos' side. Nothing. Not even a flinch. He then knelt down and poked him. Stardos was cold… and limp…
"Shit…" he murmured, "glad I didn't take the first one…" He jotted some notes down:
Ingredients to strong… halve everything.
After Pester had finished scribbling he accidently bumped his real bowl of sweets. A sparrowmint life candy fell from the bowl and landed on what remained of Stardos. Both the candy and his body glowed brightly before fading away, giving Stardos a sense of 'lack of gravity' as his now silver hair and mutated scarf lifted off the ground lightly as if he was under water. Pester stared at him and dropped another atop of him in curiosity, this time a mousemallow candy. It didn't glow like before but he could see the candy disintegrate to a single light that was soon sucked into his body.
He once again started to breathe…
Dastardos floated to his feet after absorbing the life candy and groaned at himself, "that fucking doctor would have been at the sick piñata by now…" he picked up his alert system and deleted the alert. He nearly hit the roof when a loud, ear bleeding kaw echoed over his home. Dastardos looked out the door to see a huge shadow zip over the ruins of his father's former garden. "There's only one bird piñata that size," he said aloud, "and that's a vulcherro… and vulcherro's do NOT sound like THAT."
He quickly floated over to the door of his home and peered out. A huge sour bird had a baby flapyak pinned to the hard, cracked ground as it started to viciously maul it to papery bits.
"Woah…" Dastardos exclaimed as he slowly floated out towards the piñata. It chewed on the remains of the flapyak and swallowed the candy inside of it whole. Its head snapped up towards Dastardos in a defensive manner as if he would try and steal it's kill from it. Dastardos halted and stared at the sour. Now that he was closer he could see the features of a buzzenge, a curved beak, massive wingspan, strong legs and muscular build. But it had the perfect amount of sour to give it that amazing patterning, the gorgeous colouration, the magnificent crest atop its head and glowing, piercing green eyes. It was the perfect sour piñata Dastardos could ever ask for.
He took a deep breath in and continued to float towards it, lightly humming a tune. His voice calming the piñata as he started to circle it to get a better look of the beautiful creature before him, it never lost eye contact with Dastardos, it watched his every movement as he slowly circled it, gradually getting closer, his voice humming like the winds, calming the sour. Dastardos stopped circling it to kneel down in front of it, knowing he did not sour it. He took precautions and tried not to scare it, only inches away from the sour. It somehow looked familiar to him, no two piñatas of any kind are the same and there was no piñata like this one. Dastardos slowly reached a cold, boney hand out towards the piñata to try and gain its trust, keeping his scarf's movements to a subtle twitch every now and then. The piñata jolted backward and eyed off his hand, not sure if it was safe. Dastardos hummed a little louder to reassure it that it was alright. The sour buzzenge sniffed his hand slightly. There was an overwhelming smell of sour, than death, but, the tiniest hint of a familiar smell to the buzzenge. It tilted its head to the side and squinted its eyes. "Stardos?" Dastardos nearly flipped. He jolted backward and quickly looked around. the sour leapt into the air and hovered above the ground. "WHAT THE?!" Dastardos was freaking out, "who the fuck was that?!" Dastardos was on his ass leaning backward when the sour landed on his knee, a smug look on its beak. "That would be me…"
