Art to practice! So, after clearing her throat, she finally began: It was nice and big though, and only had maybe fifty useless recipes for new world ingredients. Then again, she’d had to steal this from Astera itself and that had been a wonderful trip. She let out a heavy sigh, having forgotten just how far back in the journal it was. Diary page, diary page, chores list, picture of Raj.ing partying. Night opened her book, flipping through it. Catching their attention would tell her all she needed anyways! Yep! One of the Aptonoth turned her head, blinking slowly as it continued to chew on some grass until they slowly turned their head away. Your dark mother, Night, is here for you all to regale you with more of her odes to all that is dark and strange. She coughed, looking around her before bowing to her audience. It wasn’t until the hound had been gone for over five minutes that Night moved out of her bush and rushed over to the stage part of the clearing. She held her breath, her neck expanding slightly, the tattoos on her neck stretching slightly as she made sure to stay silent. Anything could set off an Odogaron and her book wouldn’t survive even a brief encounter with the other monster. She didn’t even know why she was overthinking it like this. Then the stage would be all Night’s! Not hers all night, but all her ow- It didn’t matter. If she’d already caught lunch then she’d move on pretty soon. If the other girl already had a piece of meat that meant she’d already caught lunch. She wasn’t coming out just to comment on it like last time either! Other girls might find it hot, but not Night. Her fangs sank in deep as fresh blood streamed down the front of her body. She then threw it up, her head snapping over in an instant to snatch it. She then watched as Odogaron reached down, gripping a piece of meat that was next to it, a second set of claws extending from her knuckles and curling around to help keep it in her grasp. She wasn’t even a Legiana, just a Paolumu! Maybe if she was bigger like a Deviljo she’d be okay, but she wasn’t. It was good they didn’t like getting their jaws snapped by her escape or else she didn’t really know what would happen. She’d just finished mending her neck tattoos a week ago from the last time one of these girls got her in their razor sharp fangs. Too much of one color was a bad thing, but so was clashing! It was all just trying too hard! The blue from the jeans didn’t even go with its light red, scaled skin or its wild, blood red mane. She wasn’t jealous of her larger bust, the rough shorts, or the bikini top. Instead it was a tall, lanky girl with a snarl that made Night shiver, and a body that… well, beautiful girls were better. It wasn’t even Ebony, who sometimes actually liked her poetry. Hoped it’d be better than in the Highlands.īut Odogaron was still here. It also made a very good hunting ground though, and she’d hoped that wouldn’t be a problem here. Nice and open, an elevated stage in the middle, and a favorite space for Aptonoth to come through, the sleepy, peaceful girls with horns usually just munching while their tail smacked behind them. She couldn’t think of a worse monster to be here right now as she looked out of her hiding spot. Fortunately, she didn’t hear a sudden roar or anything so she should be good. She dove into some of the bushes nearby, her wings flapping frantically as she tried to have some grace and only made it worse. She should be getting close to the best place for her little poetry slam after all. Today she kept her wings around her, even as she moved faster, using the matching pattern on them and the dress to help her blend in while hiding her face. It wasn’t the tightest around her too, meaning that whenever she sang her nightingale song it would billow around her and only would sometimes smack her in the face! Unlike her mom, who wouldn’t stop wearing pink and white like some Jiiva worshipping idiot, she wore a long dress that was black with accents of green and purple weaved through it. She could fly, put things to sleep, smack things with her tail, the long, spade ended tail slapping happily behind her in response to the thought, and all while looking good too. After all, she wasn’t the weakest monster in the Guiding Lands. Her stride began to slowly get more confident as she continued walking though. She’d been working on some new material for the last little while so she needed to find some people to test it out on, but if she found something else… bigger around, she might lose her journal. The girl slipped a hand back, the purple skin meeting her jet black hair as her pink eyes darted around. Paolumu stepped out of the brush, glancing around herself as she kept a book tight to her chest.
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