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 Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 3:20 pm
 This was terrible. It was awful. It was an absolute horrific mess. He'd known it had been a bad idea from the start. But he couldn't keep himself from trying, hoping, that that damnable flower patch would help hide his unnatural half-life from being quite so obvious. He had found the field of flowers and wondered curiously about whether it's bright, distinctive scent could mask some of the fetid odor that had been coming from him as of late. He'd been desperate. Enough-so to abandon the pretense of trying to maintain what was left of his perfect, immaculate hide, and to roll around in the things like a kit. He'd managed to destroy a good quarter of the small clearing's flowers before he stopped, feeling the need to sneeze for some odd reason... and discovered his right side was blind. He'd managed to get to the nearby pool, to look at the mockery of a pollen-coated fur that made him more goldenrod than white any more, and a single red flower was caught in the threads and ligaments that still held purchase in his eye socket. He couldn't get it out, not without risking pushing the thing deeper into his skull, where it could speed the... the rotting. He wailed, high and desperate, at his impossible situation, swathes of crushed plants surrounding him, looking as miserable as could be.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 7:46 pm
This was not working out like he had planned, at all. The spot he had picked, to take a leisurely nap, was suppose to be quiet. Spending most of the day watching his younger brother, had be more exhausting. Not that doing so bothered him, in the slightest. Now, he just wanted to relax and rest. This was not going to happen. The sound of something thrashing around, in the flowers blow woke him up.
He opened one eye slightly, closed it again, then snapped them both open. A low rumbling growl erupted from his throat as he looked down and spotted, a zombie below. His eyes narrowed as he looked the other over, trying to figure out what the other was attempted to do. After a few moment he decided he didn't care. He growled louder in an attempt to get the other's attention. Perhaps the nasty thing would notice him and run away. Yes, that would be best.
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 1:47 pm
The zombie didn't notice the ghost growling at him, only wailed at his predicament as he sat on the grass, wondering how on earth he could possibly fix this mess.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 3:03 pm
The Ghost pinned his ears down, against his head and frowned. The zombie below him was either deaf or ignoring him. He let out a hiss before jumping down, and moved forward so he was near to the ghost.
"What in the world are you doing, you idiot?" he snarled out.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 9:29 pm
A dead white eye met golden-blues with an expression of wide-eyed shock. The zombie flailed a bit, unsuccesfully, before letting out another unearthly wail. If it weren't for the masses of rotting flesh, he could have passed for a banshee. After a couple yowls, the noises turned into intelligible syllables, although thick and strange from rotting flesh that was swelling with an attempt of letting tears flow.
"I w-w-was trying to g-gret the smell off, and now it's... it's stuck!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 8:51 am
Prisma narrowed his eyes and leaned down to look closer at the white zombie. "Stuck? What are you going on about ?" he started to ask before noticing what the zombie was talking about "Oh I see, that is stuck. Well can't you pull it out or something, do stop that caterwauling, it's going right through me."
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 10:22 am
The zombie stopped, stared for a moment. The flower glowed dimly from behind, probably where the zombie's spectral pupil could be found. "I tried! I tried and it still won't come out, and it's going to rot and I can't do anything abouuut iiiit!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 4:53 pm
The ghost leaned down and putting his head against his paws "I don't see why that is a problem, Zombie?" he hissed out snarling out the word Zombie. " I mean you are rotting yourself, so why would such a thing bother, one as you?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 9:27 pm
"You think I chose this? I was beautiful! Perfect! The cleanest coat and the most wonderful, fluffy tail! Both eyes, a beautiful, perfect white! No rot, no stink, no bits hanging crooked or falling off or hanging out or trailing behind, no flies or worms or maggots or wasps, and no one screaming and running!" The wail was back, a high, unearthly keening that sounded like it belonged to a banshee. "And now I'm going to rot even more and I'll have flower goo in my eye socket and I w-w-worked s-so har-hard to clean it out and I can't reach it and I'm f-f-falling apart!"
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