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and then he reaches some conclusion. his gaze hardens, frenzied mania giving way to terrified outrage.] Wrong bird. Dyed your feathers. The costume’s better this time. Did the owl help? Traitor. Wrong bird. Wrong. 𝘋𝘰𝘷𝘦. [Hershel cranes the saber back, readying to bring it down on the boy’s head.]

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🎩🧳🧩 @puzzlevoid.bsky.social · 4h

Luke, 𝘓𝘶𝘬𝘦, what are you doing?? Why are you helping 𝘩𝘪𝘮? Wrong bird! Bluebird hummingbird humming buzzing little gnat—GH!! [the boy is biting him. Luke doesn’t… well, he probably 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 bite, but not 𝘩𝘪𝘮. never 𝘩𝘪𝘮. inconceivable. Hershel stalls for a moment, mind short circuiting.

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🎩🧳🧩 @puzzlevoid.bsky.social · 4h

[rather suddenly, Hershel finds himself on the back foot. with Luke harrying him from the side, he can’t block or evade nearly as efficiently. Descole’s blade nips at his sleeves. the torn fabric bleeds prismatic ichor before spewing forth more tendrils. Hershel snarls with growing frustration.]

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🎩🧳🧩 @puzzlevoid.bsky.social · 14h

[It spins around and lunges for Desirée, scrambling up her pant leg and into her arms.] > MAMA HELP LOVE YOU HI HELP I’M SORRY !! [It has, apparently, forgotten not to call her that.]

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🎩🧳🧩 @puzzlevoid.bsky.social · 14h

> NO . NO . HIDE . CAN’T LET IT SEE YOU . [the Hound nudges the blanket up and around the children in hopes of shielding them from the door.] > I’M SORRY . I’M SORRY . I DIDN’T KNOW IT WOULD GET HURT SO BAD . DIDN’T KNOW IT WOULD REACT LIKE THAT .

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🎩🧳🧩 @puzzlevoid.bsky.social · 15h

claws carving chunks of foam from the sword. he’s trying to bat the thing out of the boy’s grasp, but his attention is a bit too divided to be particularly successful.] Don’t worry about the owl! The cat will fix it when I’m done! Go away! My bird! Mine! Mine!

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🎩🧳🧩 @puzzlevoid.bsky.social · 15h

Haha! Where’s the mask? Wrong feathers. Is it underneath? Below the skin? Where—hn?? [Hershel falters, utterly taken aback by Luke striking at him.] Luke? No. Wrong bird! Bluebird. No, no, stop, stop it! [still swinging at Descole, he swats at Luke with his free hand—

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🎩🧳🧩 @puzzlevoid.bsky.social · 17h

[the Hound’s begun panting and growling and shaking. Hershel’s thoughts are flooding Its own. It has to shake Its head to respond.] > 🔵🧸🧩 SAID . IT WOULD BE . RIGHT BACK . . [It stiffly walks over the bed, pulls off the comforter, and drags it back to haphazardly toss it on top of the kids.]

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🎩🧳🧩 @puzzlevoid.bsky.social · 17h

Ready? Fight me. You’re my bird. Owl. I’m going to gut you. Ready? [he doesn’t wait for an answer. launching forward, Hershel swings the saber at Desmond wildly. it’s a full offense without much technique or coordination, just mindless hacking and slashing.]

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🎩🧳🧩 @puzzlevoid.bsky.social · 17h

[Hershel’s head tilts in Luke’s direction as the boy moves. he tuts at the curse, but gets distracted by Luke’s posture.] Luke..? What’re you… [but then Desmond’s in the way, and Hershel’s gaze locks onto the sword. for a moment he just stares, swaying as his pupils dilate.]

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🎩🧳🧩 @puzzlevoid.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Give me my bluebird. My boy. Don’t touch him. Give. 𝘖𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. I have my sword! Get yours. 𝘕𝘰𝘸. [he’s practically bouncing with anticipation, just barely holding back from advancing right away. it wouldn’t be fair to strike before his opponent was prepared, now would it?]

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🎩🧳🧩 @puzzlevoid.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

letting out a soft gasp of wonder, he waves the thing around to test its weight, and giggles with delight.] Ohoho! M’dreaming! Lucid dreaming. I can do anything I want! My dream. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘥. Haha! [and he strikes the kitchen island hard enough to chip the marble, staring Desmond down intensely.]

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🎩🧳🧩 @puzzlevoid.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

[Hershel rocks, gaze flicking back and forth between Desmond and Luke.] Mm… where…? Swords? You said.. said you’d get them. Spar. Sword fight. [he clicks the talons of his right hand together—which detach from his fingers and meld together and extend out into a jagged looking saber.