Sunflower : [A sunflower based litRPG] by D.M. Rhodes - 'Razzmatazz'

Author:D.M. Rhodes - 'Razzmatazz'
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-22T00:00:00+00:00

Yellow dust flies out all around us and the five creatures, struggling to get up off of the ground, breathing frantically, suddenly grow limp or fall asleep, except for one, who seems to go wild and begins clawing around at the dirt, himself and the others like a rabid animal.

Applied Status: [Sleep] to (Hobgoblin)(Hobgoblin Scout)(Hobgoblin Archer)

Applied Status: [Lethargy] to (Hobgoblin)

Applied Status: [Delirium] to (Hobgoblin Shaman)

She waits for a moment for the last of the pollen to hit the ground and then lowers the bark that was obscuring her face.

Setting me down, she grabs the fallen stinger of one of the not-birds and sets to work, cutting and stabbing them as they lay there without the ability to respond to her attacks.

I listen to the slickly wet squelching and cutting, watching her lift her arm over and over again as she stabs into the soft meat of the things that hunt us. Red flies everywhere, glistening as it moves through the air, red lands on her face, on her hands, red lands on me and on the grasses around us both.

I watch in confused fascination as she kills them. This time, unlike the last time that we had found ourselves in such a situation, she does not scream. Burch is a silent creature and she does not cry, nor howl, nor flail. She just quietly stabs and cuts and maims until nothing else is left alive besides the two of us.

- And I find that very considerate of her.

She comes to a rest eventually, after the clearing around us both is soaked in blood. She is soaked in blood, the grass is soaked in blood, as am I.

Burch sits next to me and I sit to next to her and the two of us, red as we are together, lift our gazes towards the sun, which smiles warmly above our heads. Its kind glow piercing through the damp goo, covering our exteriors.

It may sound like a strange thing for a sunflower to think -

But I rather like it, how both of us are red right now. It makes me feel like we are of the same ilk and litter and kin.

- Perhaps we already are.

Just not in a physical way, as of the bindings of the natural world. Our bond, it’s just different, in a way that I, as a sunflower, can not explain.

Wow.

I never knew that feelings could be so complicated.

- Fantastic.

A ‘hobgoblin’ lets out a wet splutter, apparently not fully dead. Blood leaks from its slashed throat as its fingers twitch.

Ah.

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