#SkekMal fucking dead on the floor

[falseflea]

always doodling something .... never any good

[motherfucker-somewhat-limited]

Man, imagine you’re SkekMal. You pay lip service to your brothers but really you’re 95% feral and the mightiest hunter in the land. And then these fucking ankle-biter gelflings who barely come up to your knees start trying to attack you and you kill one but the others get away? So then you gotta track them down for fuck knows how long and when you finally find them and grab one your spiritual other half shows up and shoots you full of arrows. You haul your pin-cushioned ass back to the palace as bait so you can murder those other damn gelfling and immediately collapse in the middle of the dance floor. You’re comatose and stripped down still in the middle of the dance floor for an impromptu medical examination by all those frou-frou palace idiots you hate who’re all screaming while the guy with probably zero medical education is just ripping arrows out of you with no finesse and babbling a bunch of impressive-sounding buzzwords and pouring random shit down your unconscious throat and after probably multiple hours of this they’re like “well fuck, he’s dead” except you’re not and then??? Instead of burying you or cremating you or chucking your body off a cliff or literally anything else they dress you up and paint you and hang your body up where you have to listen to these assholes you hate argue presumably for the rest of eternity but then!! You regain control of your body! And fucking sprint as fast as you can back to those little gelfling pricks and you finally - finally! - get a hold of the lead gelfling prick and then just as you’re about to satisfyingly rip his head off your spiritual other half throws himself off a cliff like a hundred miles away and that wild bitch Aughra climbs out of the ashes of your body like can you IMAGINE????? I’d be so pissed. I’d haunt the fuck out of all of them.