Chernabog
They Look Like Monsters to You?
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He gazed upon their features in a deep admiration.
They were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Waxy skin in the most viridescent of shades.
Short, cropped tufts of hair that were deceivingly sharp in actuality - yet pairing well with the mohawk-like spikes upon their cresting shape.
Such breathtaking beauty that they seemed to so naturally bloom.
And most of all… the way they adorned themselves with the brightest, most plump and succulent sweet treats, ripe for the picking.
He had to have them.
Leaning in, he gave a fleeting look of captivation before kissing them softly, letting his lips rest against their hair.
...But he drew back immediately, wincing.
Bringing his fingers to his lips, he traced over the spines and barbs left in the sensitive flesh from the kiss.
He sighed. Brought back to reality, he remembered.
They were a prickly
