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Post by Chieftain Sprite Sin'Lair on Jun 19, 2023 16:30:52 GMT -5
“Za, za za, za. No itcha. This a big moment for you, bless da Chief ya? See now, look.”
Sprite sneezed into his hands producing a huge slime like mucus that strung from his nostril to his now outstretched fingers.
“Look see ya, this clean, this pure. You knock out bag juju. Something in this place tellin me go, but some tellin Sprite go in more, seen? Ya? Za, za , za, za!”
Sprite laughed to himself, the hulking red figure let out bursts of mist from his nostrils with each laugh.
He wiped the mucus from his hands against his knee and then slammed his palm into Jagaimo’s forehead, smearing the mucus against her brow and some of her hair that fell forward, a quick and intentional, yet not forceful application.
“Now, see Sin’Lairi tradition, you friend. You help Da Big Chief, you da big friend, you good.”
Sprite bowed and did a little kinda side step dance very enthusiastically, as by design.
“Now Sprite go, drink here bad, full of accidents. Me go back to the Wilds. Konats. More to ask the spirits, good connection there, invite you will come! Za! Za!”
Sprite tossed the rest of the mucus off his palm as he flung his hand to the side.
The Heran transformed back into his original appearance, his body shrunk, his complexion lightened back to the deep blue it once was and his hair returned orange. The once hulking beast was now a gigantic troll, still large and intimidating, but just a different color. He shook his hair about and collected some of the adornings that had fallen from his sacred armor.
“Woooo Zaaa!”
Sprite held his wounded side and jumped into the air to fly off into the distance.
Exit
Sprite sneezed into his hands producing a huge slime like mucus that strung from his nostril to his now outstretched fingers.
“Look see ya, this clean, this pure. You knock out bag juju. Something in this place tellin me go, but some tellin Sprite go in more, seen? Ya? Za, za , za, za!”
Sprite laughed to himself, the hulking red figure let out bursts of mist from his nostrils with each laugh.
He wiped the mucus from his hands against his knee and then slammed his palm into Jagaimo’s forehead, smearing the mucus against her brow and some of her hair that fell forward, a quick and intentional, yet not forceful application.
“Now, see Sin’Lairi tradition, you friend. You help Da Big Chief, you da big friend, you good.”
Sprite bowed and did a little kinda side step dance very enthusiastically, as by design.
“Now Sprite go, drink here bad, full of accidents. Me go back to the Wilds. Konats. More to ask the spirits, good connection there, invite you will come! Za! Za!”
Sprite tossed the rest of the mucus off his palm as he flung his hand to the side.
The Heran transformed back into his original appearance, his body shrunk, his complexion lightened back to the deep blue it once was and his hair returned orange. The once hulking beast was now a gigantic troll, still large and intimidating, but just a different color. He shook his hair about and collected some of the adornings that had fallen from his sacred armor.
“Woooo Zaaa!”
Sprite held his wounded side and jumped into the air to fly off into the distance.
Exit
WC: 292
TWC: 2447
TWC: 2447
