"NYALA.... ARE YOU OKAY?" "...what the fuck is that?" "...I DONT SEE ANYTHING" "H O W D O Y O U N O T S E E I T!?? ITS A PURPLE FUCKING CAT!" "THERES NO SUCH THING AS A PURPLE CAT!" "YES THERE IS!" *she whines* "...i really worry for you." *blue murmurs*
"SHES BEEN SITTING LIKE THIS FOR THE PAST HOUR...IM STARTING TO WORRY FOR HER." "where....where are my hands?" "...THEYRE IN YOUR SLEEVES." "...oh..."
Mpf- they taste soo good! Somthing sent from the damn heavens! I gotta bring some back to blue!
I ALSO STOLE SOME SCRAPS PHONE! I didnt know there were bitty phones! And this one runs on sunlight! Also, i found chocolate!
Sorry take a bowl of smol sansys as my apology;-;
Heh heh. Alright then..
*morning falls upon Nyalas alleyway*
“friend? No. More like… Temporary roomate.” *she sighs before reading the second question*
“oh, HEY, SCRAP, SOMEONE ASKED YA SOMTHING” *blue peeks out and runs over* “H-Hello!” *he smiles before reading the question…* “W…Well…i-i tried to scavange a hotdog stand for somthing to eat… The owner caught me and threw me off, kicked me away… they cracked my eye. Humans can be really mean…” *he seems somewhat saddened* *…Nyala seems like she wanta to stab someone.*
*Nyala comes back with a baby blue by her side* "...look who i found... A wild baby blue." "H...Hello..." *hes soft spoken and seemingly shy... A crack on his right eye.* "he wandered into my alleyway... And... I didnt have the heart to kill him... Or to shoo him out... So hes gonna stay here for awhile... Untill someone comes pick him up or i can find somewhere safe to leave him." *вαву вℓυє ιѕ иσω αναιℓαвℓє fσя αѕкιиg*
“cant beleive humans are so damn STUPID… Shit- wait is this thing on!?”
*nighttime falls on Nyalas alleyway.*
“…really? Do you really think anyone would WANT to adopt a FERAL?” *she seems somewhat irritated, but calms down* “hff… Well.. I suppouse none of you even know what a feral IS… Bitties arent… Uh.. ‘born’. Theyre more like 'spawned’. Magic of two bittys that love each other will create a third life form… Feral and wilds on the other hand… They 'spawn’ at random… Without parents, and theyre fully grown from the moment they wake up. Or… At least how i was… Innocent…caring…”
*she pauses for a moment, thinking… Before continuing*
“A feral, is NOT a runaway, OR a wild. A wild, is a tamable bitty. One who can be adopted safely. They live like us ferals… Spawn like us… And are often mistaken. Theyd rather try to live a comfier life.. Eat more human foods… A runaway, can be either an abandoned bitty, a runaway, or an unfortunate lost bitty. Any way, they are completely incapable of surviving without someone else taking care of them… They mostly die unless found…”
*her eyes glow softly* “a FERAL, spawn in the wild. Alone, frightened at first… But… They have natrual, animalistic insticts. Like a feral cat, or dog. They kill to survive. Its how they do. We ferals, are NOT adoptable…. NOT tamable… We can flip like switches, ours mind ate hardwired to kill, steal, and in general be horrible… We… We are animals. Feral animals. Humans fear ferals, kill them, capture them, whatever… Luckily, i havent been found yet…. Im… Alot more socialable than others though, i beleive im somewhere between a wild and feral. I can still snap, but… Not as often.
So, if youd like a bitty that will try to kill and eat you? Go ahead. Want one thatll be cold and distant, no matter what you try? Have at it. Get yourself a feral… Im just trying to warn humans of other ferals, alot are NOT as kind as me. I t s k i l l o r b e k i l l e d.”
*she blushes* "...me? Cute? ... I worry for your sanity." *she says simply.* *Nyala is now worried for your mental health* "Ferals arent cute... Theyre nasty, bloody, violent... And you think im cute?"
*she summons two orange knives, magic.* “yes, of course i do. I have blue and orange, which would you like to be stabbed with?” *she laughs* “but, in all seriousness, i do have theese…. And the normal bone attacks. Any other magic i might have, i havent discovered it yet.” *…uh… Dont mind the bloody teeth.* “…”
*she looks up* "oh uh... Good morning!" *she continues eating uh... Somthing..." "temmie pad." *...right*
“a little fact about me; dont leave me around anything thats cat sized or smaller. I can stomach alot more than youd think… Even though i still have some leftovers for later, which im really happy about.”
*She beams before reading the second question*
“…sans and papyrus?” *she thinks for a moment, wiping her mouth* “well… Im not any kind of papyrus OR sans bitty. I dont know what i am… Some… Kind of glitch? Mistake? Im not sure… …. Do i KNOW them? Theyre everywhere. Bosses, edgys, horrors, teeths…. the occasional unfortunate baby blue or cherry….” *she mutters a bit* “but, yea…i know a few.”
…*eye twitch* “…i know what im having for dinner tonight.”
*uhh… For, lack of better words, she absolutly hates them.*
“THEY DONT TASTE HALF BAD…nfh- mm~” *crunch* *…*
*she refuses your hug* “D-DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!- … Y-You DO know, youre trying to hug me through a damn screen right? And… I dont need your friendship… Im here to teach people… Not make disasters.” *She refuses your friendship*
Anonymous asked:
Do you have any other bitty or feral friends?
Oh, I’ve met a few… Though, close friends?…Not anymore.*She looks away, seemingly saddened by a dreadful thought…*
*Nyala has found a phone…. Shes still learning how to use it, but apparently it somehow has a charger… In an alley way… … Mustve been alot of work.
Nyala is now open for asking!