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- May 23, 2023
Genuine romance. Just... not the "love is blind" kind.
Her name is Yersinia. It's a lovely name for a girl, don't you think? She is what's known as an anthropomorphic personification. She's not human, but she is human shaped, and there's only so long anyone can go on existing with a human shaped mind in a human shaped body with human shaped needs before they get a little... human. The sad truth is that she likes humanity. She likes their petty little troubles and silly squabbles, she likes their colours and their styles, their religions and their logic, but most of all she loves the sheer thrumming liveliness of it all. She loves parties. She loves gatherings and groups, adores the way that the humans she will never quite be like can't help but seek out companionship and socialisation and her favourite word in their entire lexicon: fun.
Yersinia kills them. She is old, although it's not polite to ask a lady her age. Perhaps it would be better to say that she has been in her profession for a long time. Her first big hit was in 571AD, later re-released under the name Black Death, although the remastered edition in 1894 rather faded into the historical background. Whatever her discography though, Yersinia Pestis loved the limelight. Oh how she adored being so, so popular. Only... She didn't like that her popularity came with such a backlash in hand.
These days Yersinia is mostly a lonely sort of person. Those she can get close to tend simply not to know any better, or to reject her utterly. Antibiotics turned her fame into a shadow of its former self, and it's no fun at all being little more than a story to scare the kids.
All she seeks now is someone, just one person, who would willingly accept a lifetime of low dose antibiotics and a few swollen glands in return for her undying affection. Is that so much to ask? Single lady seeking patient, loving partner for life. Must be willing to give and take, preferably indifferent to mass graves. Maybe it's a hard sell.
Should she ever find her person and find herself in a position where intimacy is an actual possibility, it's not hard to excite her. Just a willingness to share a touch would be enough. Anthing and everything else is just additional flavour. She won't mind if you want to suck her toes or put a padlock on her collar too.
Her name is Yersinia. It's a lovely name for a girl, don't you think? She is what's known as an anthropomorphic personification. She's not human, but she is human shaped, and there's only so long anyone can go on existing with a human shaped mind in a human shaped body with human shaped needs before they get a little... human. The sad truth is that she likes humanity. She likes their petty little troubles and silly squabbles, she likes their colours and their styles, their religions and their logic, but most of all she loves the sheer thrumming liveliness of it all. She loves parties. She loves gatherings and groups, adores the way that the humans she will never quite be like can't help but seek out companionship and socialisation and her favourite word in their entire lexicon: fun.
Yersinia kills them. She is old, although it's not polite to ask a lady her age. Perhaps it would be better to say that she has been in her profession for a long time. Her first big hit was in 571AD, later re-released under the name Black Death, although the remastered edition in 1894 rather faded into the historical background. Whatever her discography though, Yersinia Pestis loved the limelight. Oh how she adored being so, so popular. Only... She didn't like that her popularity came with such a backlash in hand.
These days Yersinia is mostly a lonely sort of person. Those she can get close to tend simply not to know any better, or to reject her utterly. Antibiotics turned her fame into a shadow of its former self, and it's no fun at all being little more than a story to scare the kids.
All she seeks now is someone, just one person, who would willingly accept a lifetime of low dose antibiotics and a few swollen glands in return for her undying affection. Is that so much to ask? Single lady seeking patient, loving partner for life. Must be willing to give and take, preferably indifferent to mass graves. Maybe it's a hard sell.
Should she ever find her person and find herself in a position where intimacy is an actual possibility, it's not hard to excite her. Just a willingness to share a touch would be enough. Anthing and everything else is just additional flavour. She won't mind if you want to suck her toes or put a padlock on her collar too.