#lacha

Cuberd (Flying)

The Square Pokemon

Cuberd is thought to have developed a box-like body to help as a hatchling, fitting many inside the nest as snug as possible. Despite its odd appearance, Cuberds are very plentiful and mild mannered.

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A slow start. The moon had barely begun to rise in the sky - Peridot knew she had no reason to be concerned. And yet, impatience hummed beneath her skin, scarcely concealed. It was a desire to be driven, an eagerness to dig into human psyche, a wish to spread corruption. Soon, they would come, lambs to the slaughter - she the executioner. But in the absence, she was bored. Shooed away by Malachite (I’m working, they had sighed, playfully ushering her away), Peridot’s gaze scanned the room, searching for signs of life. And who should she find but the Queen herself? Devoutly checking her kingdom, to be sure. Forcing herself to be polite, Peridot grabbed a bottle of red (their most expensive, to be sure) and poured a glass, sliding it across from behind the bar. “Here. You looked like you needed one - understandable, given the week.” A smile that kept them guessing. “I guessed you’d be a Red kind of woman.” Hastily, she remembered her manners. “Your majesty.”

@ofdarknessanddesire

   Malachite didn’t bother sparing the guards standing outside her door a glance. They were used to Malachite coming and going as they pleased, and it was established a long time ago that they would never be a threat to the Queen. Though, if the guards had more than two brain cells to rub together, they’d know that wasn’t the truth. Mal was one of the most dangerous creatures in the Unseelie court, but most chose to see the eccentric recluse scientist, and Mal preferred it that way. So few remembered a time before Mal was The Alchemist, and that’s how it would be until their dying day it seemed. But that didn’t mean that same darkness wasn’t creeping underneath their skin every waking moment, waiting for its time to shine. The slam of the door behind Mal was indicative of that fire having reached a bursting point, and Lacha was the intended target, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Sorrel: what's your favourite aspect of yourself?

I know I said my hair before, but I also think I have a nice smile. 

Tiger: what memory would you erase if you could?