#fate is queue

Send 🖊 for a quick doodle of your muse - Accepting!

Bit more than a quick doodle but-

The last few warm nights of a fading summer brought a sense of calm to Keegan as he strode along unfamiliar streets. He’d thought to go home early tonight, not to worry his mother or siblings with his constant wanderlust- but these few hours of silent contemplation were something he couldn’t bring himself to miss. 

For around three hours he’d been walking when the scent caught in his nostrils. At first his reaction was to recoil, drawing his hand over his nose to try and keep from smelling it. This quickly faded however, as the young man feared he’d appear crazy to anyone who might happen by him, after all, not a lot of people could pick up the scent of soul lingering on them. 

Still, the redhead ducked his head and let his wavy bangs fall over his face enough to provide him with a less sickly sweet scent. This, however, nearly proved to be a mistake as he just barely stepped to the side quickly enough to avoid knocking into someone walking the opposite way. None the less, his tail still smacked into their shins, which was enough to make him stop and usher and apology. 

Here where the air had grown cold and stagnant, one might not expect to find a demon tucked away in the woods, so far from any semblance of humanity. However, such was the path that Fate had chosen. Despite having grown accustomed to monsters hidden around each and every corner, the demon knew very little of this world beyond the mass hysteria she’d been met with the few times her path had crossed with any humans and the cries that she was little more than the mindless beast she’d encountered. Although the horns that grew from her head, the sharp fangs that fell over her lips, and the many pointed claws she bared certainly did lend themselves to a beastly profile, it was all Fate could do to hope that someday such a stigma would be lifted from the unfamiliar.

On this day, it was the sound of approaching footsteps that rose panic in her chest, the demon swiftly stomping out the fire at the heart of her makeshift camp and hiding as quickly and as quietly as her heavy frame would allow. For weeks now monsters had been her only company, a source of food and entertainment when all else was scarce, yet, even as a distinctly non-human scent stuck to the air, she couldn’t bring herself to move. Violet eyes peered from between the thick flora, terror and surprise setting in as they found a human silhouette approaching. Torn between not wanting to frighten anyone else, and a growing curiosity, there was only one thing Fate could think to do. 

Hey so uh... it’s Munday and usually I don’t do much or I keep to myself. Admittedly, I’m not around a lot and that probably leads to low engagement and demotivation on my part- But... I do kinda want to try something. 

Since the books that the characters you find here are based in are still in the works, and currently going through a re-write due to some core details being changed... I want to invite folks to ask whatever questions they may have about them. 

Questions about the world, the characters, the plot, motives, tiny little details that may not have even made the cut for the core story. Anything. I encourage you to peak ‘behind the scenes.’ 

I don’t often beg for engagement, but this has been a passion project of mine for ages, and I would appreciate it if you sent an ask my way. No pressure, of course, but showing interest would be deeply appreciated. 

Poison? Who the heck poisons perfectly good treats?

Moira huffed at the accusations, a frown forming on her lips. 

“Yer really rude for a non-human.” She grumbles, once more nudging the box forward with her foot. “ ‘s not poisoned. Dunno what ya did to make people wanna unalive ya, but momma didn’t send me. Jus’ wanted t’ do somethin’ nice.”