shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Are we having another loud-noise-celebration? Someone find that seagull...

 

Miii! Mimimimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

 

-takes out the jerky burr gave him and throws it out for either the huskies or the mis to claim-

 

*Not if the grub has anything to say about it.*

 

-Mi´s pounce upon the jerky and do manage to claim a piece for themselves. It is guarded by a wall of hiss-

 

Go on, little one. Go and beat these larger ones to the punch.

-grins at the grub. oh there are so many friends ;-;-

 

*SCREAMS for lusus. Come kick the ass of these little fuckers.*

 

*Rubs agains Torisen's legs hoping he would have another piece of meat. The Mi seems pretty protective*

 

Just a moment...

-rifles through pockets for more. there has to be more. burr's always such a fussy shit. ...and there is a bit of it! tears it in half and tosses a piece over to the grub. the second is held up for dogmeat-

Here you are, boy.

 

*Walks in and looks around curiously, her fluffy tail moving back and forth*
What is this realm beyond my boarders? I am very lost now.

 

*yips in happiness and starts eating the meat. When done, he licks Torisen's hand*

 

A place beyond all borders. Or between borders, depending on how one looks at it. Easiest to get to while unconscious.

Welcome!

 

Woof!

 

-looks up from his pile of fluff and heaven-

Ah? I'm not certain what it is, honestly. A liminal world of dreams some have told me. At least that's the best I can recall of the explanations. Who might you be? I'm Torisen Black Lord of the Kencyrath.

-laughs and gives dogmeat good scritches-

-turns to the sound of bark and grins widely-

Another hound!

 

[The Gabberwock comes whiffling in, burbling with a great anger]

 

Thank you. Thouest are kind to welcome me.

I am Lady Priscilla of the Painted World. It is an honor to meet another lord. *curtsies*

 

*The grub doesn't want that piece. It wants the piece currently in possession of the Mis, and continues to throw a tantrum.*

 

[Dogmeat likes this]

 

-tori frowns. oh no. it is upset still. WHAT HAVE I DONE. you fucked up, boy. you ruined everything like you always do, boy. NO SON OF MINE WOULD HAVE FED THAT MONSTER ANYWAY. father's ranting continues. the guilt spiral begins. oh no.-

-there is a hound though. many hounds. tori continues to rub and love dogmeat and boops his snoot-

 

The grub can just DEAL. The mis are devouring their meat and not gonna give it!