#forgottenfallen

Izaic chuckled warmly at Ceci as she held his face in captive kisses. He could easily wiggle free from her, but he chose to stand there and accept his fate. “Jeez Cici! What’s with all the smooching all of the sudden?”

Today was a quiet and calm morning with the sun shining up in the sky. The grass sparkling with dew from the sprinklers that waters them up for a while. On a hill stood a giant mansion that used to be own by someone that’s passed many years ago.

So far, visitors and travelers come here to stay the weekend since the master allowed others to stay there for as long as they wished. However, when people come to visit, they are always taken care of by the only one maid that’s lived here for many years.

Her name was Hanoka and she’s known by many others in the small town down the road. She’s always showed a gentle kind smile, compassionate towards the guests. She’ll always be there to help you and make you feel right at home. To others, they felt happy and cared for thanks to Hanoka but they were good people that always followed some simple rules that her master wrote and hopes they follow them.

As for the ones that didn’t?...Well, lets just say they didn’t stay long and had to leave a while later. Some say the ones that disobeyed the rules end up missing later on. Some would ask her but she tells them the same thing. For ones that became nosy...that’s another thing. All many that know Hanoka just keep it quiet and not say a thing.

The two nagas were obviously underfed- you could see the ribs of the larger one. neither of them had scales that looked healthy, and they were trying to be as far from people as they could be. The larger one was coiled carefully around the smaller one, the green tail shivering aggressively. He’d hiss on occasion when people tried to reach in.

there was hunger in his eyes, and the stare he gave was of both rage and… something else. the bars were obviously too thin to truly get through, but an arm could reach through easily. The younger one seemed slightly better off, but was about as disheveled.

He was just trying to hide really. While the elder naga was gazing with a defiance (and desire?) he just was trying to be invisible. 

For every ❤ I get my muse will have to kiss another muse

  @forgottenfallen

Rose had been wandering about when she heard the explosion, and felt someone tackle her to the ground.

Fi was going crazy.  She was absolutely convinced that she had finally lost her mind, but here she was anyway.  The intricate statue had been calling out to her since she entered the little antiques shop on her way home from practice.  It wasn’t using any sound but she could feel that there was something inside it, begging to be released.  The feeling had nagged her as she perused the shop, and refused to lessen even after she bought the overpriced thing, or when she left it in the living rooms while she showered, or even after she’d found a place to display it in a desperate attempt to make the damn thing shut up.  

There were no hidden buttons, compartments, switches, levers, nothing.  The only way to get inside was to break it.  Normally Fi was the kind of person to loathe wasting money like that.  Normally Fi was the kind of person to loathe wasting money by buying it in the first place too.  A long internal debate ended as she tried and failed to ignore it while washing up after dinner.  She set her dishes aside, marched into her living room, and grabbed the stupid statue to hurl it on the cold stone in front of the faux fireplace nearby.  Even if she was willing to bust the statue she didn’t want to have to pay for new flooring.  It smashed, and Fi had to throw her hands up to protect her eyes from the blinding light that came from it.

When the light had faded enough for her to look again, Fi found that there was a naked man in her living room.  A naked man who had just appeared out of a statue.  A naked man who was bleeding from wounds on his wrist.  Fi made a startled noise and hurried to grab a roll of paper towels.  She wadded up two long strips of them to press against where she thought the blood was coming from.

Send in “kabedon” to pin my muse against the wall.

@forgottenfallen

Korell gasps for air after the bokoblin threw his club at his stomach. It hurt like nothing he had ever experienced before! He was bleeding, he knew that... but he couldn’t tell how bad the wound was. Luckily a stranger happened to be nearby. He told the boy to hold on, but Korell was scared.