Itasko Envious
Green Cannibal
Once again, Itasko found himself alone and lost. His scythe was not upon his person, which was not entirely unusual. For the life of him, he couldn’t seem to remember where he placed it. There was a loud roaring and grumbling that echoed through the room. It was no monster, dragon, or beast, but rather the stomach of one; hungry to consume the nourishment it needed most.
Was it his stomach that led him here? Had it been that long? He struggled to remember his last meal. He struggled to remember anything.
“Where have you brought me, empty vessel?” He asked of his stomach and then paused for a brief moment to await the answer. The continuation of silence enraged him. “Answer me! You lead me, but you fear my attention!”. True. A stomach can not hear, but surely it could feel? It felt hunger, so it must have felt the coarse ends of Itasko’s hair brush against the skin as he stood somewhat arched and attempted to communicate with his abdomen.
Perhaps it even felt the absurdity of the moment. Itasko soon did and corrected his posture. He needed to contain himself. This was unknown territory and there was no telling who might be watching.
His stomach growled again. Pleased by the thought of someone watching. Pleased by the thought of a meal.
“Now you answer me”. Itasko scoffed. Pushing the remaining mess of green hair from his face, he slowly made his way to a corner of the vacant training room and took a seat on his tattered cloth pants. The texture of the artificial floor felt strange against his toes.
Was it his stomach that led him here? Had it been that long? He struggled to remember his last meal. He struggled to remember anything.
“Where have you brought me, empty vessel?” He asked of his stomach and then paused for a brief moment to await the answer. The continuation of silence enraged him. “Answer me! You lead me, but you fear my attention!”. True. A stomach can not hear, but surely it could feel? It felt hunger, so it must have felt the coarse ends of Itasko’s hair brush against the skin as he stood somewhat arched and attempted to communicate with his abdomen.
Perhaps it even felt the absurdity of the moment. Itasko soon did and corrected his posture. He needed to contain himself. This was unknown territory and there was no telling who might be watching.
His stomach growled again. Pleased by the thought of someone watching. Pleased by the thought of a meal.
“Now you answer me”. Itasko scoffed. Pushing the remaining mess of green hair from his face, he slowly made his way to a corner of the vacant training room and took a seat on his tattered cloth pants. The texture of the artificial floor felt strange against his toes.