#juniorwarbles

M!A: Wallysbane

@juniorwarbles

Thank god he had escaped that. In the distance, the carnival was on fire, plumes of smoke and flames rising into the air, and out of the clouds flew a red and blue streak -- mostly red, though -- and landed clumsily on the ground. Wally Warbles grit his beak as he’d look over at his left wing that Grim had bitten into, all bloodied and torn up. “G-Ggh, shit... gotta get back t’ Junior...” he grunts to himself, biting through the pain as he hobbles back towards the birdhouse.

Send 🐻 to find my muse caught in a bear trap! (Accepting!)

As a child, Grim’s parents always told him not to go into the mountains, because they were dangerous. Of course, now he was an adult, and he had a job keeping guests safe, which would include young, foolish children who’d wander towards the mysterious trail. 

So in chasing a few children back to the main park area, Grim landed for just a brief moment before he felt something snap into his leg. The dragon let out a yelp in pain, one that probably echoed into the park no doubt. He looked down to see what bit his foot, and saw a bear trap. That wasn’t too bad, at least, it could have been worse, but he couldn’t reset it with just his tail, although that wouldn’t stop him from trying. Grim looked around the area, worried about possible dragon hunters or scale poachers nearby. He knew he’d have to get out quickly before any came by, but he couldn’t reach with his hand, and he needed to pull this thing open. 

Eventually, Grim tried with his teeth, but all that ended up doing was peeling off some damaged scales, and get some of his blood on his snout. 

Sick Muse Starters (Accepting)

Hilda wasn’t normally one to leave Isle One much, mostly just because she was far too busy between working constantly at the Observatory, and actually resting in her rarely used home. But when passing over the carnival to do some business over on Isle Three, she caught sight of a sickly looking chick hugging the trashcan, and landed nearby to check up on the poor bird. Hilda may not like kids too much, but she was never going to ignore one that seemed to be in poor health. When she asked what was wrong, the other told her how he felt.“Are ya sick, little guy?”

Marie sighed, as the two of them came back to Inkwell Isle. Still, her brother was content enough here, and this place wasn’t the worst offender for Fourth Wall breaks. She just preferred worlds that made a little more sense.

The Repairman, for his part, was about to ask Marie for the bucket of liquid cement when he saw the large bird just....sitting there, gawking at the crack the blobs were set to fix.

Send 💥 to watch fireworks with my muse (Accepting!)

It wasn’t often that the brothers got to watch fireworks, since they weren’t allowed outside after dark, and the trees blocked whatever they could see. But since Mugman was 13, he was practically an adult, so they snuck out to Isle Two to try and watch the fireworks. They hadn’t expected to run into anyone.

Inkwell Isles. A beautiful, and vibrant city full of adorable BUT hostile toons. After meeting up with Wally Warbles, she found out where he came from, just by identifying his animation and cartoon style. It was hard not mixing him up with old Disney cartoons...