A Treboot(?) story

CW: This story contains scenes of violence including decapitation, brief organ harvesting, brief mentions of gore, and cuts and blood including drinking of said blood

CW: This story contains brief mentions of a sexual nature including a brief mention of sexual violence and one mention of lustful thoughts (note, interrupted before they got too graphic)

CW: This story contains instances of it/it’s pronouns being used in an “other than human” way, this is not used as an attack and is used for a character to minimise their thinking of a traumatic situation, used in ignorance, not intentional harm

Haloes laid his head on the grass, enjoying the feeling of calm that came with a new morning and a job well done, next to him, the projection of Leia, a purple and translucent copy did much of the same. But in this temporary, newfound peace, a question nagged in the back of the flesh and bodied mind, “Hey… I know you don’t really talk about it much but what was it like to take an innocent life? Like I mean, I’m not pacifist but I don’t think you dismembering that one guy was the first time you’ve done something like that” Haloes’ head flops to one side to face his laying partner, a curious tint in his eye, like he was asking her birthday.

Leia rolls her eyes as if shrugging off a lovestruck fool, “I thought you were gonna comment on the sunrise or something, you know I can just flash that image in your mind if you want, could flash anything in your mind, could show you my own head split open on an operating table if you wanna see someone messed up” her eye locks with his, a cocky grin on her face, “Look, next time we’re solo fighting someone that’s going to die anyway, I’m happy to make it surgical if you really want, though me doing it with your bare hands was a one time thing, that guy deserved it”

Haloes takes his turn to roll eyes, typical deflection, it was amusing more than anything. “That’s not what I meant, I could cut up a body if I wanted to, I could take 5 steps off the road and see a caved in head. I want you to tell me how it felt, not what it looked like. There’s another person out there like you” he sees her face twitch, just a touch, “I mean in the whole violently killing people kind of way, and she isn’t going to tell” he offers a soft, gentle smile those pure eyes boring into her spirit, “I am dutybound to not let something that happen again, so understanding would help and you kinda still haven’t paid me back for almost getting me killed” his voice got a touch higher pitched with every word, ending up sounding like a mouse, a bright goofy smile spread across his face.

“Sh-” she mumbles to herself, “Wait I can swear here, shit” she looks to him, some form of blush appearing on her cheeks, like she’s been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, “Look, you try being unable to swear for… I’m not counting the lifetimes, and see if you gotta zip it out of habit!” She turns away, fuming so hard steam appears to come off her head, a few moments pass before the steam stops and she turns back around, looking as unbothered as always. “I guess you got me, you can’t stop pestering me and I did almost get you killed and then leave you for dead afterwards. Fine, I’ll do it but I won’t deal with any nightmares that comes from this, I’ll tell you the first time, the first time I felt that rush, remember that in a past life, we be all equine so account your mind for that”

She begins her story, her eyes fixed up at the clear blue sky…

I was an outcast, an edgy character with an edgy backstory, a loner, a thinker, a mare of ideas, ideas forbidden in this horse based society or something like that. But one day, I was taking a stroll around the calmer woodlands on the edge of town, I heard something, something rapid, something scared, something wanting to break free. I was a somewhat tough little creature so I walked up to the noise, it was a shed with banging on the door, so naturally, I opened it, wouldn’t you?

A bloodied and bruised creature collapsed out of the door, finally out of energy. The creature lay motionless for a moment, I could see bruises mainly around the eyes and stomach, small cuts around it’s body where the blood had already dried. Before I could move from my frozen analysis of this creature, it’s dragged back inside, I felt fear, I felt scared, why? Because the one responsible was staring right at me.

Darn it he was so cute, the ways his eyes relaxed when he looked at me, the way his wings gave a little buzz, cute as hell I will say. In retrospect, when he turned the knife to me, lightly shaking like I could easily overpower him, he was even more cute. But at the time, a knife pointed right at me was rather scary, “B-best get in before I…!” He prodded the knife towards me, threatening more than just air being thrown at me. In the moment, I panicked, I wasn’t so brave anymore with real danger in my face and I suggested that maybe I could help him, the shake in his eyes and hooves lessen as I slowly enter the shed and slowly close the darn door.

My eyes scan the room, lotta tools, lotta dried blood, I mean, this place needed a clean and a tidy, who just leaves blood on the walls?! I get that he wasn’t expecting a freely moving guest that would see past the walls again but geez, have some class. Moving on with the story, the guy flopped the creature onto this big examination looking table, a strap prepared for every limb, the creature appeared to have strained all but one of their limbs, seems like the guy had done some sloppy work and one of the restraints were loose. Well I didn’t make that mistake, making sure that it was tied properly to the table, taking my time, thinking that I could come up with some kind of plan.

With his little lab coat on, he gave me a tool to make the first cut, a small scalpel, he just told me “First cut’s yours, just don’t kill her too quickly” I think I was the first he shared this with, he had the voice of someone quiet and reserved the look of someone that wants to hide in the background but I was in his world now and if I didn’t do it, I’d be next, either someone to share this with or another round to go after. At least he had stopped shaking, that tipped him from sinister to adorable.

I’d like to quickly break the this messed up story, just to explain something, I’ve seen like 3 versions of, me… You… Us, myself. Based on what I’ve seen, I appear to be an outlier, you and the equine you both have this strong sense of justice, both do what’s right, charging into frankly insane situations just for the sake of someone who can’t defend themselves. I don’t know if I never got the chance or just would have always ended up like this but I’m not a hero, I’ve never been the one to put others first. I wanted to explain this because you probably would have used that tiny blade to attack the guy or break the restraints or something of the like, saved the creature. But I’m not like you. Alright, continuing on…

So I’ve got this cutie guy I could totally rule over glaring at me, like a wild animal trying to tell if a creature is friendly, I mean, behind the mean look he was going googoo and not for me. I decided “Well I guess I got no shot of leaving, might as well?” And put the blade into it’s hind leg, just a millimeter, enough to bleed, then I cut down and tried to block out the jump from passed out to screaming, the cut was a couple of inches down the leg. Before I could even take the knife out he was lapping up the blood that even threatened to come out, despite the kicking of the leg threatening to send the scalpel right into his tongue. After lapping up and down quite a bit, he flashes a smirk to me, a slimy, mask off smirk, pushes me to one side, pushes the blade in further, and gives a rough pull down.

The noises I heard in that moment almost made me throw up, but I held it together, my life on the line after all. “You try” he yanks the blade out with a wing, pointing it to the readily bleeding wound, “Try what?” I ask, my voice giving a small squeak, I could assume but I wasn’t making this go further on my own, “The soon to be pour from it’s leg, give it a lick” I sigh, of course he’d have to say that.

I’ve eaten meat before, heck, I’ve probably eaten horse without knowing it, but there was something different, something really really different about lapping up the blood fresh from the wound, the warmth of it was like a flicker in my mind, eroding away at my want to stop, I wasn’t past the line yet but step one wasn’t good.

I felt a wing wrap around my body, thinking I’d done a good job, I pull away, letting the blood pour free but soon feeling a blade poking at my neck, but this didn’t feel like a threat, like he was teasing me, I don’t know if he was flirting or what but he was happy to pull it away when I didn’t react.

“Your blade is precise, I find it hard to have such a gentle touch” he tells me, “Have you had experience in such things before?” The thing is that he asks me like it’s a casual question, there’s no malice in his tone, he’s just straight up asking me about myself.

“Oh, well I’ve used a utility knife for boxes and cutting out photos before and I have cooked for myself, also I didn’t want to make a mess, also I didn’t want to hurt it” my eyes lock with the creature, but I quickly dart my eyes away, the feeling physically causing my stomach to ache, that or the fact I injected blood for like the first time and my body wasn’t reacting well to that.

He moved his wing from my back to hold my face towards him, despite the… Atmosphere that he actively caused, his eyes failed to meet mine, he probably saw the dead look behind my eyes and decided to just not, I wasn’t quiet yet the romantic for blood, ya know? And with that, he simply gave me the blade back, stepping away to probably think about what he’s doing, he didn’t think it through well enough to stop.

“… Why do you think I would just like continue? You urr… You aren’t a threat, like I’m gonna be honest I could easily just-” my lovely little rant got interrupted by him slinging a knife at me, real big one. He missed but you know, at least he tried, “As I was saying, why would I not just cut this pony free and stab you instead? I’m trained enough to beat you in a clash of blades” the guy had the darn audacity to look dejected, like I said I didn’t wanna play a board game with him.

He approached me, a sad, dejected walk, a puppy without a ball. “No more suffering…” I could hear him mumble to himself as he recovered his big knife. Reminder, I was confident I could take him which is the only reason I let him recover that knife. So he walks way back to the operating table, takes the knife in his wing, and with an overhead swing… decapitates the creature. My stunned silence speaks volumes as he looks to me, “That face was distracting you too much, I prefer the blood pumping in their warm bodies but needs must” he lets out a small giggle, like a child that has just recovered his darn toy.

I use my magic to sling my blade between his eyes but he catches the darn thing with his free wing, I grab as many instruments of torture as my magic allows, slinging at him sharp side forwards but he deflects every single one with that big flipping knife. Eventually I plain run out of objects, I hadn’t developed my magic skills enough to effectively defend myself and he’s able to get in close.

With one wing pushing the big knife into my chest, one slip and it’d most likely be in my heart, and the other wrapping around my head, the scalpel dragging across my cheek leaving a thin red line of pain. “Would you like to help me operate now? I am in dire need of an assistant” his eyes were full of life, so full of energy, like he bounced on a trampoline in the pit of despair right back into the field of bliss. “I’ll treat you well, don’t worry about that, you don’t even need to operate much, just lend a helping hoof when I need one” his tone was that of a genuinely good job offer, like any of this was the most normal thing and I’d be doing paperwork in an office. He pulled the blade away from my cheek, “It simply gets so lonely out here, and since you know, I can’t let you leave so I wish to make this good for you so you don’t feel a need to, you are much much better with warm blood pulsating through you” his knife suddenly pushes forward, only enough to bloody the tip.

“……………………… Fine” I replied, my word rather hollow, like my insides would be if I was to refuse, “Fine, whatever, I’ll make the tea or whatever” I put a firm hoof on his knife and force it out of me, using a touch of magic to stop my own blood coming out before he got that look in his eye and started trying to lick me, I mean before that I wouldn’t have minded but it wasn’t the moment. I look to the lifeless body he was using his own life full body to block, whoever it was hadn’t been here long so it wasn’t like he kept people in cages, it was straight up bag over head wake up in a lab kind of deal.

His eyes lit up like nothing else in the world mattered, he tried to full on hug me but I put a hard leg between our bodies before he was able to wrap around me again, not that it dejected him at all. “Right, so I’ll need a fresh set of tools, there is a box outside around the back of the shed, could you get me a box while I tidy?” There was no hint of trick in his voice, I had just attacked him and he seemed to trust me not to leg it the moment I was out of his sight, he was even nice enough to open the door and hold it for me.

I gave him a kinda weird ‘are you actually serious?’ look, not because he asked me to do something as I had just said I’d do, but because he straight up opened the door for me! He either didn’t acknowledge it or straight up didn’t notice because I got no response, so I made my way outside, out into the fresh air of the world, outside of his bubble. I could have ran, I probably should have, the town had heroes that could have done something, at the very least more than I could have done on my own.

But, you probably know that I didn’t run, didn’t get help, didn’t sell out a guy that straight up decapitated someone right in front of my eyes. Why? You’re probably asking, and that’s a great freaking question and I believe one of the keys you’re looking for. I stayed because he didn’t care that I was thrashing out at him, he didn’t care that my eyes straight up had lights in them, he didn’t care that was clearly hesitant to help him. I had found something no one else had given me on this strange world, I had found someone willing to be completely open with me, regardless of my disposition, someone not afraid when I sling a knife, someone that doesn’t see some strange creature in front of them or don’t like when I ramble on and say dumb stuff. He was completely willing to open himself up to me without hesitation, he wanted me to be a part of his world and I was so alone, such an outsider, my flame dying down in the cold before he found me. From what I’ve seen and heard, you’ve had quite the support network since you came into being, I didn’t have anyone, I believe that may have been the biggest difference between you and I. Before you, no one would stay with me.

That was freaking sad so why don’t I give the guy a name instead of calling him ‘The guy’ like I’m in a kids film? Let’s see, I think Scotch works, it’s what I drink when I remember what we had…

Where were we? Right yes, getting tools, so I go and grab the backup tools, the little storage box they were in was super unassuming and had like some tape and some stuff to calm animals. I get back and enter to a much tidier looking shed inside, the tools that had been thrown about were now in the bin, I put the toolkit to one side, looking around the small lab room shed thing for it’s owner.

And just like that, he poped out of a little side room thing, holding a lab coat, “Thought you’d want one so you don’t get messy, it may be large for your frame but it should work until I can get you a more fitting one” he took a tentative step towards me as if to check my reaction, looks like he cooled off a bit from when he had a knife in me. When I turn to my side, guard down, he gets in close, laying the coat over my back and sorting out my collar while I get my legs in them leg holes, the coat was a bit big but I wasn’t about to fall over myself. “So if you’re helping, you should probably know what you’re doing, if you wouldn’t mind, I can provide an anatomy lesson” he looks to the body still on the table, still restrained.

I gave a blank look to the body, no more screaming, no more eyes to lock with, just a sprawled out headless body, “… sure” my eyes shift to him, “But a question, if you wouldn’t mind” he provided a curious glance so I continue, “Why did you pick me? I mean, you’re probably undressing my skin and bones right now right? So when you had the chance, why didn’t you just knock me out or whatever?” I asked as casually as asking why a boyfriend bought one brand instead of the usual but using the current closeness to lean in, pressure the answer out of him now that he’s not high on sucking blood.

His cheeks flared up a soft pink, actually leaning away a bit, “Well I don’t have anywhere to keep more than one creature, so I thought why not get some help?” he let out a soft, gentle, awkward chuckle. Leaning in, I give a look, a look for more information, a look demanding that he spill it, “Well I urr, I’ve umm seen you around town, usually I don’t look at anyone but you looked to be really concerned about hurting or disrupting the animals and insects, stepping over ants, slowing down when you see a cat on your path. It would have been a shame to leave someone like you on the table” he closed his eyes, turning his head away as if he was asking me to prom, body completely tensed up.

“Aww, not because I look good in uniform?” My tone teasing him, I couldn’t help myself, had to do it to him. “Well good to know my love of letting animals live their lives saved mine at least…….. you can open your eyes now, that is way less bad than what you could have said” I put a gentle hoof to his cheek, a gentle look in my eye, “Look… I…”Another look around, to get the right words, “I have comments about this hobby, but honestly, I think we can drop our guards” I take a deep, steady breath, “I mean, I doubt you got worse than this and if you’ve been seeing me and you’re still like this to me, you’d be the first” I remove my hoof from his face, “So, look, if we can be friends, I’ll help but I better not get nightmares”

He nodded in return, “Friends…” a flicker of a soft smile to himself, “Well how about we do the lesson, and then we can get to know each other” he grabs the set of tools, putting them on a small stand up tray next to the table, softly humming to himself the whole time as he puts all the tools in an manner he has clearly done plenty of times. One the stage had been set, he turned his head to me, “My name is Scotch, and I will apologise for my attitude earlier, you didn’t need that”

“Look, I’m not going to apologise because how in the world am I meant to react? You’re lucky I really want a friend” I rolled my eyes, walking over to the tools, “Leia, I… I got history, and friendship is apparently really hard for me”I offered him a smile before looking at the tools, “Alright, what are we looking at here? What in the hay am I doing?” I take a look at every tool, not sure what most of them were for.

He takes the scalpel, passing it to me, “Cut along here to get to the ribs and internal organs” he adopted a strange kind of stance, seeming to completely ignore while he spoke and showed, I doubt he was comfortable with me just yet so I assume wrapping himself in the guiding put that step between us. Either way, Scotch used a wing to trace the lines, me following and the both of us getting that pesky muscle and fat out the way.

A few smashed ribs later and get got to he good stuff, I’ll be honest, seeing that body cut open by my hoof, helpless to me just going ham inside and wrecking it all… I’d say that feeling of power, the thrill of doing that, the glee of free access to a liver or heart of intestine, it filled the void of isolation, filled that missing space inside me, and with that, me and Scotch truly formed out bond in blood.

He taught me how the digestive system worked, getting me to carefully extract the organs as he explained everything in plain terms, given that being an equine was still new to me, knowing how my body worked was actually really good. I was listening but also enjoying the feeling of disassembling a living creature part by part, felt like I could put one together with the best parts like a computer if I wanted to try hard enough. There was a lot of blood which, I admit, I was licking up as much as he was, wanted to make sure the outside of the organs were clean after all”

After freshly disassembling the creature, taking it apart completely, down to stripping meat from bone, on my own with guidance, honestly, I felt accomplished, the poor sod wasn’t cut super well but I wasn’t new to using tools so the guidance was enough. My main regret at the time was not making a glue joke with the hooves, my main regret now is that I didn’t get him help, like I love him more than anything, and I would have done without the whole blood murder stuff…

“… Sooo that’s it?” Haloes looks to Leia, a spark of curiosity that hadn’t flickered out just yet, “And before you go” he then puts on his mocking voice “Oh it’s too graphic, someone got a head chopped off and we looked at the INSIDES of a creature!” With an over the top gasp to accompany it, “I got decapitated last week and I’ve seen you turn a guy’s face into paste before removing his limbs by hand” his glance to her is one of a shock that never came and the disappointment that is currently following.

“Well…” Leia smirks, the curl of the lips that promises something truly devious, a quick thought bursting into her head, “I could tell you about the time I used my blunt horse teeth to rip a penis off in segments, one comment, chewy” she bursts into laughter as if the thought is the funniest thing she’s ever heard as Haloes recoils, looking like that would be enough for him.

Once she eventually calmed down from the barrel of laughs, Leia decided to pipe up again, “While I can say a lot of bad came from that time, without it, I wouldn’t know how to do all the weird mind stuff I can do, you know, the stuff that keeps us in relative harmony as opposed to us both shouting at that body of yours? And before you ask, yes I did use it to take control of corpses that had been messed up, you want some more fun facts or is that enough for now?!” It appears the floodgates may have opened, Leia’s eyes having a small sparkle of magic in them that he’d never seen before.

Haloes held a polite grin, obviously put on but he wasn’t about to back down, “Yeah, I think we can stop there, I think I got what I needed from that so thanks” his smile quickly becomes more genuine and relaxed, pushing the thought of the previous couple of comments down to where they will never bubble up again. “And you’re good with me, I’ve not been alive a year so I’ll probably encounter worse than you at some point… Right?” He looks to her for an answer, really looks to her for an answer.

“Not if I can help it, just don’t leak this out or I can and will ensure that your existence will be pain” she offers him a sickly sweet smile because he’s trapped here forever and a matching giggle of childlike glee, “Just urr… If I go too far, you are dutybound to scream at me to snap me out of it, but I should only go out of control for a good reason, as you’ve seen, you do us wrong, your limbs are gone”

“Will do, going back to your lovely story,” this is the reason they’re talking rather than laying in the quiet sun after all, “what I got what that you felt alone, needed a connection that no one else would try and provide. You were reluctant at first but relented when given a moment to calm down and process. The deal was sealed when you felt the power of pulling someone apart and the fact that you could do that gave you some form of emotional high” he locks eyes with her, cracking the case, all he needs now is a sidekick that actually will 100% not kill him, “Have I got ya?”

In return she puts the back of her hand on her forehead, letting out a sigh that would make a diva roll her eyes, “Oh no, the case has been solved, how can we end this like a children’s show?!” Quickly, she changes to mimicking writing, “Dear princess, please know that I must make sure that I know someone isn’t a killer before wanting to bang their brains out out and yes I mean me doing the banging because he’s a cute littl-“

“Alright!!!” Eyes glaring daggers at Leia now, she stops the voice and writing, “So I’m bang on the money, good to know” he gives a cheeky wink, case closed for now. “Also… What’s a children show that you’re talking about? Like a stageplay?” The look on his face shifted like he was the smartest man in the world to the most clueless.

“Like TV, like a couple of places have, happy boxes, some of them do shows for kids and they’re kinda cheesy and obvious with the moral, you can ask Mapel about that one, I’ve bled my traumatised heart enough for you for one day” she twists herself onto her back and gazes to the sky, wondering how she’s managed to dodge going to super hell multiple times at this point.

For once, her voice turns completely sincere, lacking any of that usual deflection or clowning around, “Probably good that I told you that, don’t need more mes running around, I’m bad enough and that woman is probably going to be dealing with everything for the rest of her days, at least I got a couple hundred years to be a bit better.” A tired release of air escapes her mouth, letting her pause and reflect for a moment. “I’m gonna nap, think I’ve let enough out for a few years, wake me if you’re about to be killed or see Mapel” with one last quick look to Haloes, an honest direct look, the magic construct fades away.

Haloes, alone, looks to the sky, to the vast universe past the sky and mutters but one thing to himself, “Dang, TV sounds kinda cool”

Author’s note

If you’re reading this, thank you so much for reading through this story, this is something I’ve wanted to write for years but always talked myself out of it, in total, Leia’s backstory has been in my head for about 13 years!!!

I’m just going to drop any questions I expect to get about this below

• Who is this even for?
  • It’s for me, don’t get me wrong, I’m more than happy if others like it but this is something I wanted to write for myself
• Ew, why did you even write this gross stuff?
  • Because I like it? I had a friend ask if I was alright after describing this to ’em and I had to explain that I’ve written worse for school projects
  • Just so I’m clear, this story is light on the messed up stuff, I can and probably will do much much worse, the biting off a penis line is as canon as anything else Leia says here
• Why did you write this?
  • Reason 1: I got into my yearly ultra edgy phase and needed an outlet
  • Reason 2: I wanted to look back at Leia’s origin with a more mature perspective both in and out of universe
• Equine???
  • Horses, ponies, that kind of thing
• What do you mean horses, ponies? Why have you got talking winged and magic horses??????
  • Do you know what fandom was queen of the flipping world 13 years ago?!
  • I’m not going to say it directly in case someone comes to smash in my knees, the great C&D spree is forever fresh in my mind
• Why was Leia some form of ‘equine’ and is now some magic purple thing?
  • The equine thing will be answered later, more edgy 13 years ago stuff that I won’t be able to write around what it is
  • The magic purple thing is because Haloes caused an unstable reality warp which caused a crack in the fabric of reality of which Leia was pulled in, her soul fusing with Haloes’, two souls, one body. The purple construct lets her get stretches in but it’s useless in a fight
• What was with the random action scene and knife throwing?
  • The actual content of what happened in that moment isn’t too important to the story, I’ll leave it up to you to guess what really happened
  • Basically Leia lied to look cool because it didn’t impact the story
• Why was the ‘creature’ not elaborated on?
  • Why would it be? It’s just a hunk of meat for the chopping block
  • But really, Leia was trying to distance herself from the image, note the it/it’s pronouns, not used to respect identity (+1 to the Leia accidental bigotry count) because Leia canonically doesn’t know it/it’s pronouns are a thing yet. They’re used to distance herself from the situation
• Is there anything else Leia lied about? How do we know the story is even real?
  • Trust that Leia has a tight enough bond with Haloes, knows when to not stretch a story, and in this case agrees with Haloes’ mission
  • Haloes was already aware that someone had influenced Leia to drive her in the direction of a killer but did not know the specifics, just that they got along when Leia felt alone
• How does Leia owe Haloes?
  • During a critical moment when Leia was in control of their body, she froze up in shock, allowed them to take a moral blow and then disappeared, leaving Haloes alone and actively dying, luckily he was able to reach a friend to get help in the nick of time
  • The character that did the fatal wound was a lot like Leia, pulled into the killing life by someone else, that’s why Haloes doesn’t want a repeat, the first time for him was bad enough
• Who’s “that woman”/that other person like Leia
  • Susie Walker, she went a bit wild after getting picked up by a serial killer. She’s currently under a town arrest, being let off a bit due to switching sides later on and a HEAVY insistence by Leia and Mapel
  • Fun fact, I got commissioned art of Susie on my wall
• Why even bother adding more gruesome/sexual stuff after the main story? Wasn’t it enough already?
  • Gonna be honest, the main story came out a lot less violent and gory than I expected, like this is way waayyy toned down from my original thoughts
    • I decided to take a slower more calm approach, showing Leia more of a victim easily pulled in than a messed up killer from the get go
    • Haloes’ comment about going “that’s it?!” Is meant to reflect how this came out compared to how I thought it was going to come out when I started it
      • Also it’s a small in joke where my partner super warned me about some violent content, when it happened, I turned to her and gave a blank “Was that it?” I’d like to think she actually knows who I am now XD
  • The sexual stuff is mainly from the fact that Leia is very comfortable with Haloes and doesn’t filter what she says around him, heck, the best her bestie can get out of her about her past is that she loved equine creatures and knows about tech
  • I wanted to add some more gory thoughts, reflect a bit on their shared journey
• If Leia is meant to be good, why the fuck heck was she ripping someone apart by hand?! (This one is an excuse for me to ramble on about Leia for a bit :3 )
  • Leia isn’t some pure goodness, she’s still extremely messed up by her history, I will now provide moments where Leia has lost it and the reason why
    • 01 – Fight against a cyborg guard
      • Why? The cyborg had beaten her bestie Mapel into a coma
      • What happened? Leia went feral, adopting a 4 leg stance, using Haloes’ teeth to rip out chunks of the cyborg’s organic flesh until they stopped moving
    • 02 – Killer in the fight club
      • Why? After a real attempt to bring a killer that had taken in a woman to join him (much like what happened with Leia) in without any more bloodshed, he attempted a kill while Haloes’ defences were down
      • What happened? Leia took control just in time to use a spell to block the attack, and after everything that has happened mixed with the fact that there was an arena of people cheering this on, she beat his face to a pulp, removed his limbs by hand, and collected his parts in a bucket so a cleric she knows could revive the killer and actually bring him in
    • 03 – Freedom Fighter
      • Why? Given her own form with limitless power by an ascending god and the promise that any deaths at this moment won’t stick, she lets loose for real in a war that has her against her family
      • What happened? What didn’t? Basically the only person spared was Haloes, who she quickly killed before he was forced revived (she quickly killed him again), one person on the opposing side also had limitless god energy but that was just good for free heals and revives, Leia was currently hating this person, she caused 20,000 deaths on a battlefield of 10,000
• Why no art?! ;-;
  • Do you really want me to make a visual idea of what’s going on? You want me to draw a big horse dick being violently bitten off?! You make me sick
  • But really, the words are enough, maybe I can add some art of the two laying on the grass but for now, don’t let me start drawing this