Grimslayer

♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection

♖ for on of my muses guilty pleasures

♞ for something that my muse wants to do

♟ for something my muse admires

☁ for something that make my muse sad

☂ for something my muse wants to protect

A slap to the face.

A confession.

A lengthy lecture.

A pillow fight.

My muse wearing an outfit of your muse’s choosing.

My muse for two nights.

A night time cuddle coupon.

A gift.

A strip tease.

A passionate kiss.

A nose kiss.

One day where they can do whatever they want to my muse.

A date.

A romantic night out.

A bubble bath with my muse.

A girl’s/boy’s night out.

My muse has to live out one fantasy for your muse.

To share a milk shake.

My muse will do your muse’s chores for three days.

A hot make out session.

A spanking.

A noogie.

My muse will sing any one song for yours.

My muse will be your muse’s work out buddy for a day.

My muse will serve as a body pillow for yours.

A drink at the bar.

A dinner made by my muse.

A vacation with my muse.

It reeked of moisture and muck in this damned cave. As to seek shelter from the cold, two of the Shepherds wandered in this winter wonderland that froze the two of them to the very bone. Constantly cursing the snow and ice, the cavalier’s teeth wouldn’t stop chattering in spite of acquiring a thick cloak over the course of their trek; it was just lying in the middle of the road, having iced over and was a little slippery to walk on. But she snatched the thing right up. She at first offered said garment to Ruffles, ripping the thing in half so that it was evenly distributed, but the archer’s widened when she displayed it. Now that she had a good look at it, the cloth did feel damp. Not just with the condensation of ice meeting the heat of flesh. 

Fresh blood stained that garment. 

Gods, what the hell is this? This some kinda joke?!

There was an evident internal struggle, but she bit her tongue and threw on the cloak anyway. Her hindquarters felt damp. A strike from the back? Fucking cheap. But from judging the tear in the cloth where crimson stained the wool, no human did this. And wolves couldn’t make a cut this clean. A sharp yelp from a noble comrade surprised the knight, so much so that she turned sharp on her heels as to give that prim and proper fool a good whack on the head. An unmistakable expression of terror in Virion’s eyes had her immediately grasping the dumbass by that fancy ass cravat of his as to book it the hell out of here. She didn’t even bother to look to see what was chasing them, but judging from its figure casting its towering shadow over them, it ain’t human. 

The two ran, taking sharp turns into alleyways through a city distilled in cold. The wind bit at her cheeks, the air far too suffocating to run for much longer. That is, until stumbling upon a tiny cave sitting near disrict alpha. The snow thinned out here instead of struggling with heavy footsteps. Sully could finally feel her ankles, and ran faster before sliding into the safety of the cave. However, the half-witted monster following close behind was too large for the entrance, head making direct impact with solid stone. As a result, the force permitted boulders, massive and the like, to form a wall permitting no exit or entrance from this dark prison. Sully had shielded Virion with her frame, though the rock slide left them plenty of room. Better safe than sorry. 

“Huff huff… s-shit, that was close. You all right, Ruffles?”

It felt all too much fort Virion for a single days worth, but he had dealt with much more for Ylisse.  Taking some time for the baby-blue man for find the appropriate words without sounding too shook up. " I ..I am unscathed " He swallowed , hand gently clenching the fabric of his shirt.  Eyes fell to her hindquarter , widening once more as he reach desperately for a rag or cloth of some sort in his pockets. " ..Sully ! You are hurt ! " oh gods.. The archer felt powerless . Sully had protected the man from all dangers , resulting in a injury from some dirty wretched creature. But they were safe for the mean time - however long the weather persisted the freeze.