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-removes your seals-
*hisses aggressively*

Lil gift for @CobaltSnow of her succubus girl <3

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    I'd risk going to hell for her. But not Old West Hell.

    Edit: my friend scares me with his folklore tales of hell and monsters.

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  • maria_kauffman said:
    I'd risk going to hell for her. But not Old West Hell.

    Edit: my friend scares me with his folklore tales of hell and monsters.

    Tell one right now in the comments section

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  • tacocatsss said:
    Tell one right now in the comments section

    The cult of decay and the buffalo wendigo.

    There was a lil town in Missouri low on meat and leather, but gained word that Texas had an abundance of such things from a young man. The man was a strange fella, covering his face with a buffalo mask and some kind of Native American Symbols that seemed off-putting, they made the trip off to Texas shortly afterwards by caravan. The heat was hot and they had little salt, nor anything to dry it with. They made due with what they had. The meat began to rot quicker than usual, a kid said he saw a buffalo skull with a muscular but fat human like body staring at em. The parents and the townsfolk migrating dismissed him as crazy. They soon began craving more meat, seeing what the kid saw finally in a red sunset. They worshiped them as a god and asked what they must do to gain more supple meat fresh or rotting. They simply told them a town and to spare no one, for they had meat on their body. The boy caught the attention of him, and yet the boy did not follow his words. When they arrived, the commoners looked bloated and juicy, scared of the newcomers that arrived. They were shot, stabbed, skinned, bitten into and eaten. None were spared, but the boy left his family and the people he once knew. He looked in horror as the bull was behind him. He whispered into his ear "so few can look upon the cult of monsters I've created with their eyes open. You shall tell what you have seen, for I anoint myself your new father, and you my new son. The boy simply nodded and did as he was told, dawning the mask the strange man was wearing. He went to a struggling town and told them the same thing. Thus, the cycle repeats again.

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