II. Mounds | Action / Open

[moundmaking]

[It was bound to happen at some point.

Deep within the alleyways of Everglade, there's this dreadful stench that could easily be identifiable as rotting flesh. Perhaps it wasn't a new stench to the city, but it was certainly...fresh. For the past two weeks, it was easier to see that humans were avoiding these areas even more-so now. No one dared to inch closer, no one dared to figure out what sort of monster was hording corpses within the small corners of Everglade. Some were curious, given what the place was.

If one were brave enough, they would see in these back corners of the alleyways that there were /mounds/ of corpses. Some half-eaten, but all noticeably missing something...

...Their spines.

There was a pile of them not too far from the corpses, and upon their vertebra, there's a peculiar sigil carved into it.




If there was someone brave enough lurking around, they would soon hear the soft fall of footsteps approaching... ]

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[moundmaking]

[ A dedicated man indeed. Each kill served as another shackle to the Gods, and not to mention it satisfied his addiction to human flesh. Though now with the gathering of flies and maggots, some of the flesh could be seen as no good--Yet the mounds remain.

As for the Mound Maker himself, he was approaching at a rather steady pace. There was no threat, but he soon finds himself rather...confused. A speaking plant? How amusing, not to mention puzzling as well. He raises a brow, cracking a small grin in the process. Whilst this was a tad bit out of the ordinary, he worried not. What was a plant to him...?

The moment the words reach his ears, Lazarus tilts his head to the side. Kill or be killed...He had never thought of it that way, for his reasons for killing were entirely different... Sometimes it was in defense, but this...? This was a duty of sorts.

Walking up to the other, he finds himself a seat between him, and one of the mounds. Absentmindedly, he grabs a hand to one of the corpses and plays a bit with the fingers. ]

Kill or be killed...Do you truly believe that is why this was done?

[ranunculus_funesta]

The little golden flower's grin only widens at the stranger's restrained smile. Swaying back and forth slowly, rhythmically, he listens to Lazarus' curt question, eyeing him like a snake would a mouse.

"It's not the why, but a basic rule of how the world works." Was that tone chiding? The buttercup couldn't be much bigger than a foot or two, and yet here he was, lecturing a heavily armed fellow as if he was nothing more than a child.

"As for why...? Only you know that, don'tcha? Powerlust, revenge, hunger, bloodlust, religion, instinct ...boredom. Any and all of these are 'whys,' but they all still follow the same pattern, predator and prey." At this Flowey begins to laugh, eyes blackening with glowing white pinpricks, mouth splitting apart with a sickening, organic tearing until the resulting smile stretches across the flower's face. "Exceptions become fewer and fewer, until there might as well be none."

Bold as brass, the twisted plant just stays put, unperturbed by the audience of mutilated corpses to his little speech.