ORIGIN

After talking to Amazon, Envy had a few things to think about. Perhaps they would go on to be a good king for the Sinful Seven. Perhaps they'd even be the best king the caves had ever seen! But Amazon, they reminded themselves, had only been the practice round; now it was time to speak to the others, and re-assert their position as King.

They scurried back the way they'd come towards the Throne, occasionally pausing to sniffle softly at the air. They'd seen some of the others come and go, but hadn't spoken to most since formation. Some of them, Envy hadn't even met beforehand, they'd just.... sort of been swept along. Envy hoped that perhaps, a true meeting with these Gembounds would help, and although they wouldn't admit it, they were awed that such creatures would look at them, and see them as a king worthy of their loyalty. it was unprecedented, really; although they'd always fancied themselves as a king, they could never have imagined that they would have dominion over a kingdom as large as this.

Pride had said that many among the Seven held them in high regard, and the thought caused their chest to swell. Even if they'd had their ups and downs so far, Envy liked their new form. They liked their spikes and their greenness, and the softness of their fur. They liked how others seemed to respect them for it. They could get used to it. They just didn't like thinking back to how they'd gotten it.

Pattering to a halt at the entrance to their throne room, Envy gave another sniff, trying to pick the scents of their subjects apart from the stony air.

When I speak.

When I think.

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@Gluttony

Gluttony sat in the corner of the throne room, having tried to desperately grow some food for himself and maybe King Envy. The little weasel seemed to be underweight and he hadn't seen them eat, which concerned the glutton. So he called upon his magick for aid, small, almost fluffy looking plants sprouting from the ground. They were tiny and there wasn't a lot of the little things, but he'd have to make do. Perhaps later he could figure out how to make them grow better.

@Envy

Envy soon found their nose- then their gaze drawn to the figure that had taken roost in the corner of the throne room. Lifting their head and sniffing for a moment to pinpoint exactly who it was, the weasel king felt their stomach clench as recognition lit in their eyes and an inexplicable nervousness caused their quills to rise. It was gluttony; one of their subjects, and not one they knew well. Something in Envy's gut made them want to despise the goat for his namesake, but they squashed the feeling down as quickly as it arose. As a king, Envy couldn't be jealous of their subjects. Could they?

King Envy approached, scuttling over with undulating motions and holding their head high, topped with its shimmering little crown.

As they approached, Envy watched the goat call forth a few meager-looking plants. Even though Envy didn't eat, they couldn't help feeling that the plants looked unappetising enough for them almost not to care. But a spark of pride lit in their chest, and like a true king, they thought I can do better.

When they reached Gluttony, the weasel flared their quills as they tapped into their magic and sat up on their hind paws, the magic quickly taking shape into a curved form just a little smaller than they were... not that that was saying much. "Here," they greeted, smugly, yet regally. "This'll taste better. I think."

When I speak.

When I think.

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@Gluttony

GLUTTONY
I'M NOT A GLUTTON, I'M AN EXPLORER OF FOOD

Gluttony straightened up as soon as he noticed Envy. The weasel had made him food! Oh he would surely have the gluttonus goat's unwavering loyalty now. He happily ate the banana, though was careful to not be messy and undignified in front of his superior.

”Thank you, King Envy. Though, why don't you eat? If you don't mind me asking.“ Gluttony replied careully, a soft rumble coming from his belly.

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”I'm hungry!“
Feed me please.
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Envy couldn't help feeling slightly nauseous as Gluttony ate the food, and turned their gaze away until it was all gone. The bone scythe on the end of their tail scraped softly against the stony ground. They blinked at Gluttony's question, curious that the goat had noticed- although now that they were a king, it was inevitable that their subjects ended up spending a lot more time near them. It had been a long time since they'd made the explanation for their name, and their gem. And since their change of form, it didn't feel like it mattered as much any more.

They appreciated the opportunity to talk about themselves. Maybe Gluttony wasn't going to be as hard to get along with as they feared he'd be.

"It's where my name came from," they began, combing the fur of their chest with their paws in thought. They opened their mouth, showing the round, glistening red marble at the back of their throat. When they were certain Gluttony had seen, they closed their jaws and continued."My gem. It's toxic, too. If ever I managed to take a bite, I couldn't keep it down." Even now, when they looked for it, Envy could taste the metal in their saliva. They shuddered invisibly. "But I'm strong. I found ways around it. Now I don't even need to eat."

When I speak.

When I think.

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@Gluttony

GLUTTONY
I'M NOT A GLUTTON, I'M AN EXPLORER OF FOOD

Wow. Just wow. King Envy must have been super strong to have not needed or even wanted to eat. Gluttony thought he would actually, literally die if he had something that caused him to not be able to eat. The thought of not being able to taste food or have the satisfied feeling of something resting in your belly made him nearly faint. However, this posed a very serious question.

”If you don't eat food, how to you get the stuff from food?“

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”I'm hungry!“
Feed me please.
Tags: @Envy
Notes: here

Envy's quills rattled slightly as they listened, and after a few moments came up with an idea to satiate the goat's curiosity and maybe ease the apparent worry. But most importantly, it would be a demonstration of their kingly strength. The weasel scurried forward, raising their quills, until they'd placed their forepaws at the edge of the little patch of greenery Gluttony tended.

The weasel focused, quills raised, only for them to flatten down in a moment of disgust as they realised that their magic had failed to manifest. Their expression changed momentarily to one of surprise that only lasted for a moment before they squashed it with a small snort, backing away from gluttony and settling back on their hind paws. Perhaps they weren't hungry enough, although the ache was always there. Or perhaps not focused enough.

Finally they raised their paws in a dramatic motion.

"Magic," they said mysteriously, at first, letting the thought linger for a while before giving more of an explanation. "I have a whole host of spells that keep me going. I can absorb solid things but I can take in light, too."

When I speak.

When I think.

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@Gluttony

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