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You guys know the drill. First come, first served. I'll do the best I can to keep up, but these are NOT my first priority.
submitted by Inktail
(February 12, 2018 - 8:21 pm)
(February 12, 2018 - 8:21 pm)
Tuxedo Kitten--
“But Mo-THER! I want this one!”
“Well, I want this one!”
“No!!! That's GROSS. MOOOOM!”
The children’s voices echoed through the small pet store. Their mother rubbed her ears in frustration.
“Both of you agree on a pet or no one gets anything!! No snakes, Benny. No parrots, Alicia.”
“What?!?” The twins screams were in twined with each other.
“What about a cat? Follow me.” The mother took one of their hands in each hand and marched them over to the cat corner.
“Ugh, cats are boring.” Benny moaned.
“Yeah, they just eat, poop and sleep.” Alicia muttered.
“Hush. Look for a cat you want. It's a cat or nothing,” She hissed.
“Ugh,” the twins groaned. But they began circling the walls.
A few minutes later, Alicia spoke. “Mom, Benny. C’mere.” The two were at her side quickly.
“Look at this one.” It was a kitten, couldn't have been more than 4 months old. His back was black, and he had a jagged white lightning bolt across his back. His face was white, and his tail was black with a white tip.
Benny gasped. “Oh, Mom, can we get him?”
Alicia turned to her mom. “Please, mom, can we?!” The two turned back to the kitten, who was mewling along and playwrestling with the chips in his kennel.
The mother was so stunned to see the two children cooperating and agreeing on something that she agreed and took the kennel to the counter.
“What's his name?” She asked.
“We call her Tux.” The shopkeeper said perkily.
“We’ll take her.” The mother smiled. The kitten mewed again.
(February 13, 2018 - 10:25 pm)
Hey this is a great idea! Don't think you have to make me one, I just wanted to say this is a great idea!
(February 13, 2018 - 7:11 pm)
*knocks* Good evening. Is there room for me, within? Sunset reaches crimson rays to touch the stars of frozen fire. See, the twilight-sphere is all alight! But even new-thawed stars are cold, when a wanderer faces other light-- I see a fire within, and the waxing moon shines not so bright as welcome camaraderie. I have no gold to forge my way, yet would you light a lamp for me, swing wide for me your door? I won't want much, you'll see. All I ask: a place by the fire, and a story or four. Will you picture me? Please.
(February 13, 2018 - 8:44 pm)
Hey, Inktail! This looks awesome! You're a great writer!
Name: coyotedomino
Personality: Sarcastic, smart, observant, easily distracted, reader, draw-er, always thinking, weird.
Appearance: Longish dirty blond hair, blue-gray eyes, oh, right, I'm a boy, about 5' 11", short fangs.
(February 13, 2018 - 9:35 pm)
I would be honored to oblige, Ms. Esthelle.
Esthelle--
*knock*
*knock*
*knock*
“Mother...wh-who is it?”
“I don't know, child. Stay in bed, and under the covers.”
*creeeak*
“How may I help...you…”
“Hello, I--”
“No! You are-you are not welcome here!” Her mother's voice trembled with fear. Who could it possibly be? The boy shivered under the thin quilt.
“But please, may I--”
“No! You cannot come in! Good day, ma’am!” His mother said scoldingly.
“Do you have a--”
“Child?” His mother's voice rose unnaturally and the boy winced slightly. “I'm not allowed to have children. No one is. Everyone knows that. No more than four, that's how the rule goes, yes ma’am--”
“Relax, ma’am, I'm not going to--”
“You cannot come in. Good day!” His mother almost screamed. The boy couldn't take it any longer and scrambled out from under the covers.
“Stay away from my momma!” He cried. His mother nearly screamed and pulled him behind her.
“You didn't see that, I...He…”
“Please, ma’am.” He peered around his mother's skirts. Golden hair fluttered in the breeze and shone in the sun. Ice blue eyes stared pleadingly at his mother. “I dinna want to cause ye no harm. I only want a place to rest me head for the night.” The cold burst into the room as the tall woman shivered. Her hair flew back to reveal pointed ears. The boy gasped. She was an elf.
“I dinna have no gold to give ye, ma’am. All I ask is for a place by ye fire…” She glanced mischievously at the boy and he ducked back behind his mother's skirts. “...and mayhaps a story or two?”
“N-no, I can't.”
“Momma...please?” The boy whispered.
After a long silence his mother huffed. “Fine. But only for the night.”
“Oh, thank ye ma’am. God bless yer soul.” His mother blushed and the elf ducked as she walked into the house.
After a long night of storytelling and talking, the boy couldn't keep his eyes open any longer, and began drifting asleep on the elf’s legs. What seemed only a moment later, he awoke with a start. He was in his bed, the thin quilt laid tenderly on top. He jumped out and ran to the fireplace, but the elf was gone. In her place was a small bag, and when the boy picked it up, it jangled. Gold. A note was on the stool under the bag. He read it silently.
Thank ye both. Yer secret tis safe with me. Us elves dinna crack easily. -Esthelle
“Es...f...l…” The boy sounded out softly.
The elf was gone.
(February 13, 2018 - 10:24 pm)
Many thanks for the fire and keep! It seems to me the distant stars, though far from mead and field I roam, are brighter, warmer, just to know a hearth waits in an open home.
Thank you so, so much! I love it. And I've always wanted a Celtic accent! ;D
(February 19, 2018 - 4:47 pm)
More coming soon, guys, I promise!
(February 17, 2018 - 9:14 am)
Ohhh these are amazing, Inky!!! Could you please do me?
Name: Aspen
Personality: Fairly quiet, introverted, but enjoys a good comversation, sometimes a bit awkward, a bookworm, an artist, a dreamer, and HP house is Gryffindor.
Appearance: (CB) straight, dirty blonde hair to my waist, gray blue eyes with silver flecks in them, pale-ish conplexion, can shapeshift into a wolf. Wolf form has silvery gray fur and gray blue eyes with silver flecks in them.
(February 21, 2018 - 1:18 pm)