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Golden sunlight reflected in the water, and the tranquil sound of birds resonated throughout the gentle lakebed that Boggart had taken refuge at. He was boiling some crab, and the light wind lifted the delicious aroma far and wide. Lyndell had all sorts of noisy crap going on, but this lake had proven to be a safe haven for the former prisoner. No one around other than some wildlife, and all the crab he could need.
It was maybe a little…too comfortable, for the big guy himself had ballooned to an incredible size. He had gained maybe 600 or so pounds living in this nice little nook!! His shirt that was barely hanging on to begin with had burst apart, it was little more than tattered cloth bunched up around his shoulders now. His pants were…KIND OF still on. His entire ass was basically bare for all the world to see, but he really didnt give a damn. His huge, hairy gut touched the floor as he sat. He kept his crab pot to his side now since it was such a chore to try to reach over his belly to crab another hunk of meat. How did he hunt the crab in this state, you ask? Well, a little gift from the tarnished helps him out.
A while back, the tarnished visited Boggart not to buy crab but to offer him the ashes of the merciless killer that tormented him for ages. The Dung Eater had been reduced to a mere puppet, and now he does nothing but hunt crab to bring back to Boggart.
“Bloody fittin’ end, you damn bastard.” He chuckled to himself as he watched the empty shell of a man gather crabs just for him. It felt like a proper revenge, even better than if the tarnished just killed him. A brainless puppet only good for grabbing Boggart some more food.
He did kinda miss the feeling of hunting on his own, but he’s been through enough shit for one life time. Why not just sit around and indulge a while? If anyone came looking for a fight he could just send his puppet anyways. Nothing but gorging on succulent crab meat and napping the day away.
The puppet brought in a good haul again today. Boggart salivated just thinking about how good its gonna taste. As soon as the crab claws were in the pot he called the rancid little puppet away. He was pretty thankful he could just whisk him away when he was done looking at his ugly mug.
Reaching over with his flabby arm he picked out a piping hot claw and immediately started digging in. It was so delicious every time, he never got tired of it. Best you can get in the lands between. As he enjoyed his meal he rubbed his big gut with his free hand, though his hand would sometimes gravitate towards his flabby chest to cop a feel or two. He used to be extremely fit, muscles bulging out tightly beneath his skin, but all of that was now buried in softness. He liked it, made sitting on the bare floor much more comfortable thats for sure. He would only pause eating to let out a huge belch that was enough to frighten birds away in the otherwise quiet ravine. It was bloody blissful.
As the sun went down he ate and watched as the stars appeared, happy to have a peaceful life for once. The only thing that would make it perfect would be if his friend the tarnished were here. Even though he wanted to eat all the crab himself, he always left a bit just in case they were to show up to stargaze with him.