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You still remember the night you two met.
You’d heard of her. She was a legend among FLARPers like yourself. She was untouchable – won every game she ever played and fed her defeated opponents to her lusus. She was your idol. (But now, she’s just a limp ragdoll bleeding cobalt all over your shoes. Even in death, she ruins things.) You’d tracked down your idol like the Neophyte, hunted her down like a hound. Finding her was easy. You barely broke a sweat.
You were only three sweeps old when you found her. She was small, lanky – you’d seen how little she ate. Like a bird. You’d crush her. In those days, you were as pitch for her as pitch could be. (She’s just pitiful now. You can’t imagine how you ever could have respected her, let alone hated her.) You would smile yourself to sleep with thoughts of how nice a noose would look around her frail, too-skinny-to-be-healthy neck.
You bummed around her hive for a perigree or two, and she never found you. You became more desperate, became bored. So you figured if you just lay down in her recuperacoon, she’d see you (You’re embarrassed to think of it now. You and your three-sweep-old logic) and when she came back, you two would be absolutely perfect kismesises, your relationship flawless. It would have been perfect, if not for the fact that she didn’t come back for a few nights. You sat in that recuperacoon so long you thought you’d turn into slime. It was hell.
But come back she did, eventually. It was late morning, the sun had risen, and it was much later than a troll your age should stay up. You were rummaging around in one of the various food stashes she kept around the hive, (she never ate them anyways; you’d always wondered why she kept them) when you heard her lusus make an odd sound. But it sounded just like any other sound the creature made, and you thought nothing of it. However, you were somewhat shocked when a certain cobalt – blooded troll ambled her way into the block, spattered with blood the color of mustard and wearing the grin of the devil. She stopped dead when she saw you. You stopped stuffing your face with the meat you’d found as you stared right back at her.
It took exactly two seconds for both of you to leap at and positively maul each other (It took exactly one half second for you to stab and kill her).
You rolled around on the floor for a while, tearing at every inch of skin you could get at. She clawed at the sensitive skin on your neck; you ripped at her collarbone with your teeth. It was chaos, and you reveled in it. You took pleasure from it like the parasite you were (and still are.)When both of you slowed down, too exhausted to fight any more, covered in each other’s blood, you both smiled death at the other and silently vowed to ruin her.❥