#bxmbinating

The shape in the water had resembled Viper at first, but now that it’s closer to her, she knows this is a different animal entirely. The feeling of fear is familiar, the way it twists and makes her shake like a leaf in a hurricane. And, despite her best attempts at a brave face, she knows she's easy to read; she's absolutely TERRIFIED.

the bombinating beast was a question unto itself. no matter who stumbled upon the magnificent creature, a question was sure to form in their head - what is thing? why is it here? is it shaped like a giant question mark? does it like jazz, or perhaps is it more into pop music?

for beatrice the creature was a question of mystery, an intriguing beast that someone very dear to her had once mentioned. it had not crossed her mind that she would ever encounter such a beast herself, and so she had not planned anything at all for this meeting. she had even brought a gift to pass over after stumbling into it’s territory. such an awful social faux pas. but beatrice had to be excused this little slip-up. her life was crumbling all around her right now - as an enormous mansion crumbles after a fire has ravished the place leaving nothing behind. 

Unbelievable. Ike watched the creature in awe, hardly believing his luck. Keen to make a good first impression, he straightened his tie and removed his hat. 

Well this is certainly new. A few yards away from her, perhaps less, is the same sea monster — at least one of the same species — as that night on the train. Maybe Jake was right about the fact that she shouldn’t go wandering off into the Clusterous Forest on her own and that maybe she should be more careful. However, at the same time, she stands there still, only mildly shocked, but frowning in a state of contemplation. Cleo never assumed she’d get the chance to see one of these again — that any claim of monstrous beings in the forest would be long said to be something she dreamed up — but now it was right in front of her, it would likely eat her, of course, but it hasn’t noticed her yet. The perks of being quiet, she supposes.

She finds herself glad she never leaves the house without a notebook and pen as she quickly pulls them from her coat pocket, scribbling down some quick words and a small sketch.

❝ Serpentine in stature…head of a hippocampus…teeth show it’s likely carnivorous… ❞ The girl mutters along while scribbling notes. Lady Mallahan may have slain one of it’s species, but Cleo will be damned if such a phenomenon of nature goes undocumented. The decision to get closer is an obvious next step and it’s only then that the creature notices her. She freezes on the spot, staring straight into it's eyes, only a few feet separating the two now. She should be uncomfortable, terrified, running for her life. But she only stands there, staring. Slowly, she extends her hand as if beckoning a scared stray cat. This monster was no cat, of course, and could certainly tear her arm right off if it wished.