Jul 17 2021, 08:30 PM
By all accounts, Merrow should have been in a big, stinky swamp somewhere, devouring fish as fast as she could stomach to and otherwise laying contently under one of the bright cave lights.
Instead, she was tearing her way through the back stage, scarfing down everything in her path. She was fat with junk food by the time Nemean's voice screeched for her:
"NEXT UP, WE HAVE MERROW, THE BONE GUZZLING DEVOURER!"
Merrow was not a mindless gembound, despite her violent and seemingly careless actions. She knew what this was, as Nemean had described it. It was a free-for-all, kill-or-be-killed competition where combatants could literally tear each other limb from limb.
And when her name was called, she slithered across the flour, wing arms scrambling through the underground passage toward the chamber she had seen previous contestants go out of. She hissed as she thrashed her way into the massive arena, the stench of blood awoke a second wave of hunger in her.
Yes, her belly may have been full of popcorn and meat product, but her body ached for chaos, for destruction, for BLOODSHED. She let out a low, rattling draconic roar like her father often did, and her beady little eyes waited for her opponent to appear.
Instead, she was tearing her way through the back stage, scarfing down everything in her path. She was fat with junk food by the time Nemean's voice screeched for her:
Merrow was not a mindless gembound, despite her violent and seemingly careless actions. She knew what this was, as Nemean had described it. It was a free-for-all, kill-or-be-killed competition where combatants could literally tear each other limb from limb.
And when her name was called, she slithered across the flour, wing arms scrambling through the underground passage toward the chamber she had seen previous contestants go out of. She hissed as she thrashed her way into the massive arena, the stench of blood awoke a second wave of hunger in her.
Yes, her belly may have been full of popcorn and meat product, but her body ached for chaos, for destruction, for BLOODSHED. She let out a low, rattling draconic roar like her father often did, and her beady little eyes waited for her opponent to appear.