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Who is zest
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Zest the Willful
Pride and joy of Hitch the Stubborn, and elder sibling to a missing boy. Zest spent much of his time in combat training with his father, so that he would one day take up the role of protector. He bears a striking resemblance to his father, though that only goes surface-deep. 
(character belongs to @gaybanshee44 and is portrayed on this blog for story purposes)
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darkmoor-bugs · 4 years
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“Hardly.” Hitch puffs, finishing off his coffee and setting the mug aside. “Just happen to have some shred of decency. Sutton’s nicer.” He goes on, leaning on the counter a little as he picks at his breakfast. “What brings you here, anyways?”
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Hitch spends almost every morning the same- picking up something to eat at Sutton’s tavern before he gets to work preparing for the night to come.
The tavern door opens behind him and he looks up from his meal, quirking a brow. New bugs are a rare sight in Darkmoor, and often a cause of paranoia for new residents. Never for Hitch, though. He quirks a brow at the newcomer, and gestures to the open seat at the bar beside him. “Welcome t’ Darkmoor. You won’t find much friendly company here, but I’ve got an open seat here.”
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darkmoor-bugs · 4 years
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Hitch spends almost every morning the same- picking up something to eat at Sutton’s tavern before he gets to work preparing for the night to come.
The tavern door opens behind him and he looks up from his meal, quirking a brow. New bugs are a rare sight in Darkmoor, and often a cause of paranoia for new residents. Never for Hitch, though. He quirks a brow at the newcomer, and gestures to the open seat at the bar beside him. “Welcome t’ Darkmoor. You won’t find much friendly company here, but I’ve got an open seat here.”
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darkmoor-bugs · 4 years
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WHY DIDNT I SEE I GOT AN ASK ABT ZEST......
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darkmoor-bugs · 4 years
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Oh hitch? Hitch the bitch (tm)?
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Hitch the Bitch :)
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darkmoor-bugs · 4 years
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Sir Im gonna have to ask you to put your coat back on
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darkmoor-bugs · 4 years
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What enemies are in darkmoor?
Quite a few! Mostly mutated wildlife and mad bugs, but even the environment itself could be considered an enemy! I’ll be starting a project to draw them all soon
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darkmoor-bugs · 4 years
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What are swampers?
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One of the many enemies in Darkmoor, swampers are bugs fused with what was once simply wildlife. They’re found out in the Bog, and are highly aggressive. Swampers attack by spitting or ambushing from the murky water, and can be quite formidable at close range. They’re best dealt with using a shotgun or other firearm.
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darkmoor-bugs · 4 years
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How many areas are in darkmoor?
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Six, counting the main village as a separate area!
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Does rain ever happen in darkmoor?
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It sure does!!
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darkmoor-bugs · 4 years
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Also realizing that last ask probably meant Petrichor < :)
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darkmoor-bugs · 4 years
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mmmmmmmy god I hate tumblr my mobile links r broken
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darkmoor-bugs · 4 years
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Well I think I see a hat,2 eyes, and I might see antenna,Idk so they could be a bug with antenna witch means they Might not be a spider.I don’t know these are just random thoughts.
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I think you’re on the right track!
(Character pictured belongs to my gf @gaybanshee44 !!)
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darkmoor-bugs · 4 years
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The picture is making me think
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Feel free to share your thoughts
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Are swampers still around or are they not there?
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Bastard inbound
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darkmoor-bugs · 4 years
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Hitch looks like Zote kinda
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There’s story behind that!
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darkmoor-bugs · 4 years
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you’re in a wheat field. a man is sat on your left, flat and gangly, all knees and elbows with no meat to hold him together. you don’t know who he is, but he treats you like an old friend. 
“the sunset looks nice,” he says.
but there’s no sun. it hasn’t risen for a while now. you don’t know how long you’ve been here, and time is beginning to lose its hold on your understanding of this place. 
there’s no moon either, only something fiery and incomprehensible encroaching on the horizon, bubbling and frothing with the rage of murdered gods. the wheat erupts into flames as it lumbers onward. 
your hands shiver, terror raw as that of a cornered animal. the man notices, and he launches towards you, brimming with the ill-contained hunger of a hunting predator. wide white eyes stare at you– through you–, pressed close enough so the man’s nose bumps against your temple. his skin comes off in greasy flakes against your cheekbone.
your mother once told you to play along with creatures like this one. be boring enough, and they might just let you go. you should listen to her. 
look at the sky. don’t look at him. i don’t care what he does in your periphery, don’t look at him. nod, delicately voice your agreement– yes, the sunset is so, so beautiful. you’ve never seen anything like it–, and try to blame your trembling on the nighttime chill. 
quietly beg every pitiless god watching you through the wheat that the distant blemish of heat gets you before he does.
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