They're so fucking sick of it too. They're tired of feeling sick, of not remembering who they're supposed to be, of being stripped of their closest friend. Of being given sight to have it stripped away, of having their secrets told without their consent. They're so mad. They're so, so, so boiling, raging pissed.
It's still pretty much blind--except it can see the outline of the grounds near the fire, and it can listen, and it can smell.
Wolf-Frisk is coming. Wolf-Frisk is angry. Blind Frisk doesn't care.
Sensing that they'll be upon it soon, the demon-thing stomps its hooves and stirs up embers, shakes its horns and rains down flaming smoke. Fresh dry heat swathes the area as the dry grass beneath them smokes.
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Date: 2017-11-01 08:05 pm (UTC)They're so fucking sick of it too. They're tired of feeling sick, of not remembering who they're supposed to be, of being stripped of their closest friend. Of being given sight to have it stripped away, of having their secrets told without their consent. They're so mad. They're so, so, so boiling, raging pissed.
It's still pretty much blind--except it can see the outline of the grounds near the fire, and it can listen, and it can smell.
Wolf-Frisk is coming. Wolf-Frisk is angry. Blind Frisk doesn't care.
Sensing that they'll be upon it soon, the demon-thing stomps its hooves and stirs up embers, shakes its horns and rains down flaming smoke. Fresh dry heat swathes the area as the dry grass beneath them smokes.