Garlic is a town in Italy. This is because garlic was actually imported by aliens into the town of Garlic, who used the garlic to make garlic bread. The aliens are also collectively known as the Garlic. My name is also Garlic by strange coincidence. There’s a ritual I often take where once a year I will go to Garlic from some garlic bread. I call this ritual Garlic.
So I, Garlic, garlic to Garlic to purchase Garlic-Garlic garlic bread, with extra garlic, as both the Garlic and the Garlic could use the extra funds to trade their Garlic-Garlic garlic bread..
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...Ah, Ruffles!
I'm glad to see you in good health, gladder still you have decided to pay little old me a visit!
...
Oh, another pearl? Alright, let's see here...
Ah, I remember this. You must have found this in the depths of my superstructure. I'm surprised it's in such good condition.
This is a piece of creative writing, written by yours truly! Though, I wrote it quite a while ago, during a... transitional period. I seem to recall my creators being somewhat embarrassed by sharing personal works, and I'm ashamed to say I've inherited that instinct. But, I will not deny you it if you truly wish to hear.
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*giggle* Alright, no need to wear yourself out!
The title of this piece is "Weightless."
Weightless
A common feeling for random gods
We float in our cans
Tides come in and out
Fed by the rains we mercilessly produce
Eons pass as we drink
Stumbling through the dark
To bring a knife
To a tether we've never known
Weightless
An honour
A privilege few know
And a curse all will bear
To fly free from tethers keeping us down
Holding us down
Securing us down
Weightless
To float free through the cycles
Though weighed by burden and purpose
It doesn't matter
Weight means nothing as you float away
Weightless
Floating
Down, down, down
From my perch atop the world
Flying, untethered
My goal, inadvertently reached
A foreign hand, slashing the chain
That kept be safe in my prison
Weightless
And as I soar wildly
Freely
Without control
Tell me
If all I've ever wanted is to be free
Then why
Am I so scared
Of floating away?
...I'm glad that you enjoyed it, little one! I do hope I conveyed the themes well enough.
I suppose I find it funny, especially at the time this was written, how when faced with the prospect of escaping the curse of the cycle, I wished I could stay.
I believe my creators had a saying, "better the devil you know than the one you don't."
...
*giggle* I'm not entirely sure what a devil is either.
...I think I was correct. Wishing to stay.
After all, if I had left, I would have never met you!
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...The rain will be here soon. You should go find shelter, little one.
Don't worry, you know I've survived plenty of rain storms! I can handle a few more.
I hope to see you again soon!
...
...Maybe I should write some more...
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Random headcanon:
The head of the beastkeeping coven before Eberwolf was basically the boiling isles version of a poacher.
The previous head was a massive big game hunter, hunting any rare creature they could find simply because they could and because they enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, plus they would skin and/or taxidermy the thing afterwards so they could use it as a decoration or trophy in their house. They’d often use their high status as a coven head as an excuse to hunt endangered and protected animals.
They also collected human artifacts for a time, especially ones associated with human animals. Their prized positions are a tigerskin rug that was found in good condition and a very old elephant gun that they repaired and modified using magic.
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