I leave the body and start to hunt in the area. I hear caterwauling. The red cub is in a new area, this time further up the creek and entirely out of the water. It's stuck looping the last few frames of its death animation so it looks like it's twitching and thrashing in death throes. The fuck.

I'm following a river path to a hunting ground I frequent in the summer. I find the red cub, adolescent, dead, half in the creek, half out. It died in the previous area. I don't know how it got there.

Me and my 3 adolescent cubs, aged up during the transition, are safe on the shore. The red one is missing. I hear distant caterwauling. I can't find the cub. I hear a scream and a death drum. It must've drowned. I leave with my three survivors, to the glacier tundra.

I was bringing my cubs through the lake area in winter, 3/4 of them crossed just fine. The red one stopped and started screaming- I went back, picked it up, started to carry it across. Season transition happens. The Weirdness Begins.

So excited for this~! I have so many fond memories of playing Tangle Tower with my girlfriend, solving puzzles and theorizing about the case, and convincing both my gf (and myself,) that Flora Fellow was a bird. Good times

YESSS the daycare that rents the room beside my office has this adorable rabbit named Lola and I go in and see her whenever I can. She's so cuddly and great with kids, and loves being picked up and held.

God that's the DREAM THOUGH. A herd of little guinea pigs with an outdoor enclosure...

Pablo was OOOLD when he passed away. He was ten, which is a year more than their usual captive life expectancy, which in any rodent term, is basically "Elder God" age. God I just want a pet rodent again, guys, I love critters so much. The rabbit at work helps but I want a cuddly guy of my own

I love those lil potatoes. I couldn't have one growing up because mum was allergic and already suffered through my sister having three of them (Bacon, Rosie, and Oreo), so I got a degu (or Octodon) instead. His name was Pablo. I love and adore degus, but I'll always yearn for a guinea pig, I think

"But the Pale King was super self-absorbed and loved his power and forced the Moth Tribe to forget the Radiance"

Well he cast off his Wyrm body in order to stand alongside his mortal subjects so. There's that

Also the moths did that on their own because Free Will seemed like a neat idea

He's not even standoffish or impersonal, The Hollow Knight failed because it was loved, and it loved its father in turn

NOR did he run away from Hallownest, the Godseeker said that an amazingly strong power just fucking ERASED him from existence and we have no idea what that power is/was

Little Drummer Boy is also severely fucked up. Imagine if you had just given birth IN A FUCKING BARN, and this random child shows up and starts 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘴 while you're desperately trying to get your newborn infant to sleep??? I would fucking commit murder.

While I'm on Niche though, look at my pretty beautiful babies that make up my main pack right now. The one on the stump is the alpha and has had most of the kids, and the little green one in the nest actually got a super recessive (in this genepool) Toxic body, like a poison dart frog

Really though both of these Ancient Creatures with their really good Ancient genes have had I-I Immunity and getting sick and spreading the goddamn plague since none of my creatures have I immunity

in what other game could one say "If I find one more inbred creature frozen in a glacier I'm gonna fucking restart my game"

I just wanna try new smellies for my laundry but I'm not gonna ask the rest of the household to abide by this so I can just get a lil quarter-size one