crittersheep | Ritual 31

Ritual 31 - Daffodil

[You're pulled into an enclosure--it simultaneously feels alive and inorganic. You're free to move around, though you can't escape. The walls are both papery and velvet, and the only light emitted is that from six grey sheep that sit silently against one of the walls. They each don a greyed out version of your flock's flower sprouting from one eye, and a grey, dripping candle upon their heads.

As for you, you feel a sting--a papercut. You bleed a tiny drop of blood that stretches thin, like a thread. It somehow penetrates the wall, and if you tug on it, you can tell it's connected to something. What though, you're not sure.]

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[ honestly

making a face at the blankslate humanoid sheepcandle things.

honestly. he doesn't really mind hurting or even killing people but they have to do it with their own hands? onto those things? we can't even like, rend flesh from bone from the person directly, we have to do it on this weirdass fucking playdoh? that's gross, we don't know where that's been. bet they taste like candle wax too. ugh ]

Whatcha think, boss?

[ hums ]

Spread the tasks. Don't gang up on the same one—I wanna see if they'll bleed their flock's color.

That'd sure be convenient. Ya got it.

Also.

. . . If ya really wanna bite 'em, that's your prerogative, but they don't look good t'bite. Dunno if they've got bad shit in 'em or not.

Might be better t'carve a pound'a flesh out first an' give it a sniff.