Do Venomshank zombies eat brains? Who knows! …I don’t.

Life as a zombie, it’s become your new norm for sfoth knows how long now, it could have been years or merely a few weeks, the rotting brain makes your memory quite fuzzy, though the last thing you do remember of your true demon life was a feral Venomshank coming at you, which, y’know, wasn’t the most calming sight, that's for sure!

It could have been out of guilt, or some other worried emotion, but Venomshank had taken you in after the incident, giving you your whole room and everything, though you couldn’t exactly leave it often; the deity always seemed to get anxious about leaving you to your own devices in a locked room, so he certainly wouldn’t allow you to roam about his manor, not unsupervised at least.

“Here, mortal.. I have brought you a gift.”

Venomshank softly spoke. He had returned from one of his many escapades, or whatever he does all day when not spending his time with you, and as always, he came back with something for you. This time, it was a plushie, a moderately-sized crow plush, specifically the Midnight species native to Blackrock, the red eyes and feather tips were a giveaway to that fact.

“Try not to tear this one up...”

Venomshank would emphasize his words by glancing in the corner at the various other torn apart plushies, and even pillows, that were brought down by your undead hand, and teeth too, probably. The deity’s gaze returned to you after he cleared his throat, holding the brand new plushie out for you to take.