[ Even if he can't quite remember he's a sword at the moment, Dotanuki certainly has the fears of one.
The shoulder check elicited hardly more than a muffled 'oof' (sorry but you are pretty solid, Donut) and since Pitch is a bit taller and a lot skinnier it's more like a shoulder-to-rib check. Pitch preferred the dark and his nightvision was better than his sight in broad daylight, so he could see the skeletal zombies in the stacks long before Dotunuki found him.
But when he did, Pitch had to bite his lower lip to keep from making noise. The fear had a heavy, sort of protein rich taste. Like barely cooked meat. But that smell of rust is also there. The cobwebs of disuse. All the wars are won, your brother-selves forgotten or broken. Not much for looking at are we? Not for collecting. That was his fear, then; being worthless. ]
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The shoulder check elicited hardly more than a muffled 'oof' (sorry but you are pretty solid, Donut) and since Pitch is a bit taller and a lot skinnier it's more like a shoulder-to-rib check. Pitch preferred the dark and his nightvision was better than his sight in broad daylight, so he could see the skeletal zombies in the stacks long before Dotunuki found him.
But when he did, Pitch had to bite his lower lip to keep from making noise. The fear had a heavy, sort of protein rich taste. Like barely cooked meat. But that smell of rust is also there. The cobwebs of disuse. All the wars are won, your brother-selves forgotten or broken. Not much for looking at are we? Not for collecting. That was his fear, then; being worthless. ]