Bored, my brow furrows as I lean against the branch of the tree, my tail hanging low, loosely. I offer some corn to Druk happily gobbling it down as he stays in the camp below. Gently, my fingertips brush against the book titled, hunger games only then to place it aside as my sea green linger on a particular notepad, making me bow my head grimacing at it.
I should be reading that…why did he leave that to me? He loves, cherishes, treasures the book…so why would he leave it to me? What is he even planning? I'll never understand him, then again. He is nothing but a stranger to me, in my eyes he's nothing more than a master manipulator. Still…the monsters are starving, and I can't stand by. This is happening, as much as I'd love to stay and read pride and prejudice, earth culture is always so interesting especially in the golden era, in particular the Victorian era, that was a world full of death, romance and mystery. Still, to do all this. What does he hope to gain…I saw no remnant of his body, I saw none of that so is he…no he can't be, he wouldn't, he would refuse to, not now, not now…tch either way the strong live and the weak die. It would seem the old fool finally withered away, not that it matters. It's never mattered before and will never matter now.
Swiftly, my ears perk up at the sound of scuffling making me smirk. I glance at one of the many rats beneath me, having had corn prior only for my eyes to narrow. Quickly, I slide down, my tail coiled around and scooping up the squealing rat, thrashing in my tail. Calmly, I hear the sound of frantic footsteps heavier just as I had predicted. Casually, I shove my hands in my pockets approaching a familiar stream, dangling the rough rat before the stream, its eyes widening in fear.
"You've done this before…" Bored, I turn to the gruff voice of Buff Frog.
"What gave it away?" Cheekily, I smirk revealing my razor fangs to the tense frog, looking fearful at me making me bow my head shaking my head chuckling lowly at the male.
"Your technique…it is very smooth," Roughly, he describes.
"I had a good teacher." Curtly, I shrug.
"Why are you here? Is this work of toffee!?" He demands from me making me flinch, my hands bawl up into fists as angrily, the rats scream soon gurgled by the harsh rough currents of the stream. I shove the rat inside making the butt frog's eyes widen in fear.
"Be careful what you say toad. Associating me with the likes of that scum back, tch," Disgusted, I sneer shaking my head surprising the toad.
"Then why are you here?" Perplexed, he questions me.
"I am simple searching but what I want to know if what are you doing here?" Curious, I quirk my head to the side fascinated to find the new father being in work like this.
"What do you mean?" Frowning, he demands from me making me scoff at his form of intimidation.
"Well from what I heard on the grapevine you have a family…" Slyly, I hint a crooked smile on my lips as he freezes terrified making me chuckle at the fool.
"Grapevine?" Confused, he furrows his brow.
"Urgh it's a saying cornvine does that work? Look you have a family so what are you doing here?" Sternly, I demand from him, my light-hearted tone turning serious making him flinch back.
"I need money." Simply, he shrugs.
"What you need is to go you won't be useful." Firmly, I tell him how it is.
"How dare you I am useful!" Angrily, he snarls making me scoff.
"I'm sure you were useful for that rat you let go and blew your cover, speaking of which why not say hi to him. I'm sure he missed your enticing conversation…" Smugly, I call out leaning against the crook of the branch, taking out a magazine on art, specifically sketching.
"You saw…" Scared, he whispers.
"Yep and I saw your children, how is Nadia?" Slyly, I remark making his eyes widen at the darker tone in my pleasant voice.
"You…Don't you dare touch my family!" Angrily, he growls at me making me scoff.
"I won't if you learn your place toad." Seething, I toss the rat at the frog clumsily catching it distracting him as I whack him with my tail, making him cry out stumbling back in pain.
"Now go. A family man has no use here." Sternly, I order him easily pinning him down.
"I can be useful!" Stubbornly, he asserts making me scowl that isn't the point. You have people now relying on you to come home, to be there for them why does he not see that there are other means of making money? Of making food for his children, I understand its hard, but it is still possible.
"He has to be besides I am nothing like him. All that monster does is think and manipulate for himself, he may claim it's for monster kind but in the end he's like the rest. I on the other hand do not, I think for the monsters suffering and I will do what I need to do for my people…" Icily, I tell him how it is, disgust laced in my tone at the stranger he speaks of.
"I see…I apologise I just…" Guilty, he turns away as I huff, my claws shoved into my coal black hood hiding my features.
"It's fine just comparing me to the likes of him it's insulting gravely…" I simplify for the fool.
"I…" He begins.
"Buff frog listen to me. No one has use for a family man not on a battlefield, these sorts of missions they destroy families…" Sternly, I begin trying to get him to see sense.
"How do you…?" Perplexed he begins as I grimace glancing to the side wishing no one the fate having befallen me and my broken family.
"I know what it's like to lose someone you care for in battle, I've seen the damage and I wish it on no one, so please for you and your family sake go home…" Calmly, I request of him.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. For my family I must. You will only understand when you are father," He informs me making me scoff.
"Fine, die a selfish waste of space…let your children dig your own grave." Coldly, I hiss at him making him flinch back terrified making me cackle as I toss the rat back into his arms. He goes off with the measly monsters in hopes of getting corn from the mewmans, tch, I don't get it I don't think I ever will, I hate corn, more of a pea person myself…