#callun

The raven waddled one way, then another. There was no clear direction in where they were headed. He had no idea where he was or where he was going. The world felt like it was spinning. He couldn’t fly, which was likely for the best. One wing hung low, a rather large burn taking up most of the side of his body, from what you could call his shoulder and down his back.

The residue of magic lay thick in the air of the shop. It felt like the buzz of electricity surrounding a live ungrounded wire. So thick even someone untrained in the ways of magic could feel something was off. Magic was not meant to feel like this.

The fae was tired from the transfer of power that had only occurred just moments ago, but he had work to do. He would toil while his master rested. He wiped his bloody nose on his sleeve when he heard the bell on the front door toll, quick to try and look as presentable as he could. If the customers felt unsafe or discouraged, then he would not be safe from Alric’s punishment.

Callun quickly made his way toward the front of the shop, only to feel the sudden dread in his stomach. This was no wizard, no witch, no magic user. They shouldn’t be here. Had Alric summoned them here? Surely they were walking into a trap, even if it was unplanned. Folk of his kind were rarely allowed to leave places like these.

He looked behind him to the door behind the counter. Alric wasn’t coming, not yet. He couldn’t lie and he had to be careful not to break the rules of his ancestor’s deal. He would have to think of something quick.

He was just tired. Another shop to cloak. One more fiber of his magic being worn thin. Alric only had the shop open for a month or so, but business, as far as black market business, was booming. Big cities tended to be that way.

One day while Callun went about his duties in the shop, he had realized a raven watching him through the window. He thought nothing of it at the time. The next day, there were two more that joined it. He knew they liked to talk, that’s what ravens did. He couldn’t hear them through the glass, but he was sure there was some discussion.

They might have been curious, seeing him change from his human form to raven form as needed or commanded. He knew he wasn’t one of them, but he sometimes wished he was. A simple life as a raven sounded nice.

As time went on, they kept coming. Sometimes in pairs, sometimes more. The fae was puzzled today. He had never seen so many around the shop. More than he could see from the small window in the back. It felt almost foreboding. Clearly something was off. He wondered if his master had noticed. He hoped he wouldn’t be blamed for it if he did.

Amin - the queen: dignified in your regality, you are a beacon of reason... the true power behind the throne, you take heed of all, cautious in each move you make. some may call you callous in your calculation, but they do not know your heart.

Michael - the jester: you spark humor wherever you wander, always seeking to brighten a room with the roar of laughter. but, you are no fool. you have seen the pain in the world, and you would give anything to keep others from feeling it, too. though, humor is a balm, not a cure. take care you do not merely conceal your tragedy beneath a smile.

Callun / Birb - the queen: see above

Matthew - the knight: a defender, strong as stone, you make it a mission to defend. never would you turn your back on those in need; valorous, a paragon, a sword raised in battle with a cry on your lips... but, be warned, noble knight, that you do not fall to the sword, yourself. are these ideals worth dying for?

Delcan - the king: you hold yourself above the rest; a heavy crown on your head, you consider yourself a step above, the sole decision maker, the one in control. but, is your power only an illusion? take heed, your majesty, the crowds would cheer your beheading fervently as they cheer your speeches.

Jackson - the knight: see above

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Jacks: nothing too unusual. He likes fixing up bikes. What might make it unusual is he does gift a chunk of them to his pack because he can. He also does extreme lifting? But that is because he's a werewolf and normal lifting does nothing for him and his supernatural strength. He doesn't hide it unless he has to blend in with humans.

Michael: acrobatics. Think super fancy non sexual pole tricks. He can also use giant acrobat rings. He can also belly dance. He absolutely flaunts it.

Callun: he collects things from his significant others and makes nest like shaes with bedding and piles of clothes. He only really hides it from anyone who isn't his significant other.

Does your muse like hugs? 

Does your muse like kisses?

Does your muse like to hold hands?

Did your muse have a favourite childhood

What pet names would your muse give to others?

What pet names would your muse want to be called?

Are there any physical items that make your muse happy?

Is there a particular place that makes your muse feel at home?

Is there a type of music relaxes your muse?

How does your muse behave when they are on their own, with nobody watching?

How does your muse behave when they are with their crush / love?

{for Callun}

What is your muse’s love language / how do they show affection? In most verses, he's very touch oriented. He's not used to kind touches, so he likes to share it with people he loves. He also likes gift giving, though, usually it's something he's made or found.

Does your muse like hugs?  If he trusts someone, yes.

Does your muse like kisses? Same as above. He really has to love them in order for him to kiss anyone.

Does your muse like to hold hands? If he's involved with someone, yes. Very much so. He likes any form of closesness.

Did your muse have a favourite childhood toy? No. As a child, he had no toys.

What pet names would your muse give to others? Meas aon. (Cherished one.)

What pet names would your muse want to be called? He has nothing in specific. Though, he would prefer pet names that don't imply ownership. Perhaps names like love or heart?

Are there any physical items that make your muse happy? Anything that is a true gift given to him to just enjoy. Also, anything soft, like sweaters.

Is there a particular place that makes your muse feel at home? The outdoors, most specifically wooded areas.

Is there a type of music relaxes your muse? Anything calm, maybe lofi. But nothing classical.

How does your muse behave when they are on their own, with nobody watching? Calm and soft, usually he keeps to himself. He likes watching the clouds go by. Sometimes he is sad and angry, as he feels he can never show any negative emotions to anyone.