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#inktober #inktober2017

“POISON”

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Kimuri fills the void of a father figure Lunarre has been missing in his life - well, more grandfather, but it’s practically the same thing to him. Of course, this only applies to the verses in which Lunarre walks the path of redemption. If he loses his humanity and is consumed with darkness, he turns on Kimuri and eats him - as in the drabble I wrote - the BAD END.

Lunarre is secretly impressed by Kimuri and admires the seraph’s latent strength, especially as he covets such power for himself. Depending on the verse, this can go very well or very badly. In my SERAPH. verse, Kimuri would become a very valued teacher for the inexperienced Lunarre.

Thanks to Kimuri, Lunarre now has a plethora of old fart jokes stored in his memory bank. He is desperate to use them.

Kimuri’s stubbornness pisses him off, but Lunarre also realises (in good verses anyway) that this is the pot calling the kettle black. They’re both bull-minded - though Lunarre will draw the line at blatant acts of self-harm (like going near dragons). He is not afraid of breaking the old man’s legs to stop him doing it.

Lunarre is hesitant to challenge Kimuri to an eating contest, as he’s proud of his record and doesn’t want to be beaten by an old fart.

                 When the FOX preaches,

                                                take care of your GEESE.  

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Seemed like his reassurance wasn’t enough for Lunarre. With the other’s comment a frown did appear on his face before he was given a good hit to the jaw, causing everything to go dark for him before hitting the ground.

Everything was a haze after that. But one thing was certain, he was being moved to a different location. Over the course of time Kimuri struggled to regain consciousness, letting a low groan leave him as he tried to make out just what was going on now.

“….what….?”

Lunarre heard the seraph’s groggy mutter and cursed. They weren’t out of the woods yet - figuratively and literally. Malevolence still clogged the air, though the heaviness had lessened considerably. Lunarre couldn’t take a chance. Further. Just a bit further.

He had a hill beyond the woods in his sights. Perhaps there they could breathe easier.

“We’re almost there, gramps,” he said. “Don’t do anything stupid.”