Wept for all the things that she had found and lost. The memories she would keep and the thoughts that would perish. She was finally home...and yet nowhere at all and her heart broke for it all. She had finally found it.
For when Lyssa saw the breadth of her domain, she wept for there were no more worlds to conquer.
For there was ketchup.
"Oh mY gaWsh, hashtAg amAZing" She gushed pouncing on the already open and decaying packet of the good stuff, her face a smear in a fraction of a second with the now disgusting condiment. Her purrs could be heard up and down the alleyway, her tail fighting an invisible battle as she tore into the packet and consumed every last bit.
This. This is why she would never live in the rift. They had no ketchup.
Plus she had grown a little tired of being down there. Not that she would ever ignore her duties, for they were important and important was important because it was important, but just for once she wished the rift would produce something different than that really funny tasting mustard she kept on finding. Alas, it was the heavy price she had to pay for being apart of something wonderful.
Meal finished she began licking her chest, her fur more red than it had ever been and far more sticky than it had the right to be. She took no notice of the barely contained power signature she felt approaching. They wouldn't get her ketchup, it lived in her belly now.
Beejoux
Seriously, writing this creature is like slipping on an insane glove.
