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You were a… "woman?" Her eyes squint and her mouth opens and close. That… that word is familiar… I believe its meaning is lost to me… She puts her head down and puts on an intense thinking face. She knows she's heard that word before, but for some reason it only begets confusion. Then she discards the thought all together and focuses on another discrepancy. I thought humans did not bear antlers. Are you sure she was human?
"I fucked a dude. I was the mom." He clarified
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Oh. She nods as the gears in her head turn slowly. Very, very slowly. So the deer sired the child through you. Very. Slowly. Wait, you said they were human… So… Her gaps in knowledge made it too difficult to understand what Vozreal was explaining. Okay… so you bore the child… meaning someone else sired it… and… you have antlers? She finishes with a held tilt and squinted eyes. Does "woman" hold children? Or is this specific to your situation?
"Women bear children, yes. And I do have antlers, but I tend to hide them."
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Okay…. okay…. She nods slowly as things fall in place in her head. She sighs softly and begins to ponder if there are "woman" in her realm. Suddenly her eyes widen. OH SHIT!! THAT'S WHY THERE'S A BABY IN THEM SOMETIMES. OHHH THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE OH SHIT. She abruptly starts yelling as she realizes something very… telling. Wait. Wait a second. How the hell does it even get there? Listen man, you are under no obligation to give an evil diabolical cannibal witch The Talk. You don't have to. You're not at gunpoint. As the narrator, just let it slide. Change the topic and keep walking.
However, the narrator, being the absolute assholish madlad that he is, decided to give an evil diabolical cannibal witch The Talk.
"You see, when someone with a penis ejaculates into a woman's vagina, there is a chance that she will get pregnant. That's how babies are made."
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The who and the what? Yeah, Hex may eat the whole thing, but that doesn't mean she'll know what its called. Or if the anatomy in human terms will be congruent to her species. Slow down. Define what you are saying. You can back out at any time. There is no gun. Just drop it and go. But its on you if you want to continue. Also I don't know if the rp rules even allow something like this. Lets hope that scientific explanations can bypass that.
"What about it?" He asked
"Babies are made when special cells called sperm (produced by men) combine with cells called eggs (produced by women) in a process called fertilization. Over 9 months, a baby is formed in the woman's womb." He clarified
(Sorry if that breaks the rules…)
"Yes indeedy!" He said
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Hex, hearing words like "sperm" and "eggs" and "men" and "women":
"Knowledge, BITCH!" He said, making her know what he was talking about
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FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUUUU
Information flooded her brain just like before. Vozreal had imparted knowledge of… "that" in Hex's mind and she is not having a good time. She had her claws clutching her temples again and screeching like a banshee on fire. She seizes and thrashes erratically while black foam coats her mouth. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her roars get progressively louder with every passing second. Until finally, she stopped. The stone like rigidity from before has taken over again. This time she is frozen with her head up and her hair caught mid swing. Her mouth is wide agape and her eyes are wide with fury and disgust. Her claws are still clinging to her scalp. Let's hope it doesn't take as long as last time.
(Can you speed that up?)
"Sorry…"
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(OOC: This is my in rp reason why I'm going to be gone for like 20 minutes so she'll be back way sooner than last time. Just talk amongst yourselves.)
(Okay then)
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A sudden crack resounds through the room. The terrible noise of rocks crumbling and cracking comes from Hex's body as she reanimates herself. She leans her spine back until a loud snap is heard. She flings herself back forward and groans. She groans for a long time. The groan gets louder and more aggressive. Then it gradually becomes a roar combined with a screech. She stops then looks at Vozreal, very, very angry with him. She put both claws together and against her mouth as she breathes in steadily. So… the next time you want to do that. Give me a warning. Or just do not do it. She punctuates her words by gesturing with her hands and bringing them to her face. Otherwise. You will bestow knowledge of human copulation into my brain. Which. Is useless. Did you know? I am not human? Crazy, I know. But I am not. She sighs angry but tired and puts a claw to her head. I am simply going to expel such information from my mind. It is utterly repulsive. I truly hope my species does not engage with such abhorrent acts. They do.
It is rather disgusting in horrid, in my opinion." Britney said
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Hex growls into her claws. Yes, it is… I have no use for it. She pauses for a moment. Her eyes twitch slightly with thought. Then realization dawns on her face. A sickening, horrid, abominable smile creeps on her face. However… if I have enough resources… I can have a never ending supply of children at my disposal… Her eyes are more blank than usual and her mouth is frozen into that awful grin. She starts mumbling into her claw about things I really don't wanna type cause holy cow I think its worse than the sex thing.
There is nothing worse than the sex thing))
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(OOC: bruh, she wanted people to breed like cattle so she can eat their children the second theyre born. Like, I don't wanna be typin that in a positive manner, but that's just how she is. its weird cause its legit funny to mess with her, but I gotta remember that she's considered my worst villain for a reason.)
Just 1 thing worse then the sex thing))
Everyone knows that you don't hunt the fawn. its hunter 101."
Why does she want to eat babies, when she has repeatedly said that she wants her prey to be running away?))
(uh yeah sure. you just want me to pop in or do you want a bio first or something)
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(OOC: She loves the hunt. The fear that claims her victim as the realization of inevitability possesses them. As they process the unavoidable fate as a mere statistic, a number added to her chasm. She loves the struggle. How they desperately wish to live and survive. To see their families and friends. Because devouring that hope is just as satisfyingly as devouring them alive. Those are her meals, her source of nourishment and gratification. But children are special, because they are her treat. They are sweet and sinless and do not process evil or good, simply the innocence of youth and the ignorance of life. Not only that, but the sorrow and suffering a parent feels to see their child ripped apart alive while they can only witness is her most beloved sight. Children are special because they are an easy simply treat that allows her access to a wonderful sorrow that she alone can taste. It's all very cruel and horrible, but she revels in it. It is the only thing in the world she feels joy toward. It is her goal to be a monster.
A beast
A plague.
A curse
A hex.
Also, you can pop in in any way you want! If you wanna drop a bio, go ahead! If you wanna be spontaneous, go ahead! Just make sure they're a villain!
