#mythicae

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Oh, my poor little guppy. ❞

Had she ANY idea, where she'd found herself ? Did she know the danger he posed, how sweet, how supple, he found the flesh of his own ? POD, OR OTHERWISE, school, or no ; a feast was a feast. Clawed fingers caress her cheek, tip of nail near her eye socket. How easy, it would be, to pluck it OUT.

❝ WHAT, would you ask of me, hm ? A way, to keep your land - legs ? A love potion, for that boy that won't look at you ? Or, perhaps something a bit more ... meaningful. ❞

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down the rabbit hole | no longer accepting | @mythicae said ...

there. you're beautiful. ( from thales. )

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Posed. Poised. Asked, with kindness, to remain still, and to heart the request is taken. His thumb sizes her, and words come as an utterance, from under his breath ; but surely, he knew she'd hear. Pink, dusts her cheeks, a flush that slowly settles in and crawls down her neck, into ringlet of downy feathers, there.

Still, she remains statuesque as he begins to move charcoal, endeavor to keep face alone still, greater than she'd imagined. He was too sweet to her. Someone of her blood. No matter, what he said, how he felt - he'd be looked at, in a certain way she wished he wouldn't. Those of his blood, deserved someone ... far more than she, could ever be.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤhappy hatchday celeste ! | accepting | @mythicae ( thales ) said ...

thales has never had a friend. never had someone to spend special days with or give gifts to. but celeste had quickly become that to him. and so, on her birthday, he finds his way to her, carrying a small gift with him. a small and simple carving of herself, nothing too intricate and something she could keep tucked away should she not want it on display. as he lands, he offers a small wave and a half smile before he holds it out towards her. ' i...am not good at this. but i hope you like it. '

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt feels so scary, getting old.

Hands are busied, for a mere moment, before patting her patient's shoulder, bidding them off. A wave, and a flutter of brown feathers, and once more, she's on her own. Hands are washed, in clean water, dried on a spare, moth - eaten rag. Ears perk, though, as another comes into her home, Celeste fully expecting to work into the late hours. On her hatchday, no less ; yet, when she moves to the arch that serves as a doorway, she pauses.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThales.

She waves, in turn, just as eyes drop to his gift. It ... was her. Crafted by caring hands, out of finer materials. Ones, that she'd never touch. Could, never touch. A slight fluster, colors her cheeks, feathers puffing outward with a soft coo as she takes carving into her claws, thumbs moving over finer details. It was beautiful. It's set aside, for now, her arms tight around him. ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ ... It's beautiful. I couldn't ask for anything more.

a sculptor, a harpy at that ( of which, xander could tell by scent alone ) was perhaps not the strangest of things to come across. he supposes, in the grand scheme of things, that he too was a bit of an anomaly, a tattoo artist - a werewolf. these things did not define them, only made up part of who they were.

harpies, from his understanding, were strong enough to kill with their voices alone ; dangerous things, fearsome in their own right despite their size and so, as polite as ever, xander proceeds with caution. heightened senses were bad enough as it were, a harpy would only have to put in a quarter of the effort to bring him to his knees if that was what it truly wanted.

the sting of saltwater in his wounds made his tail twitch violently, scales flashing before dulling again. kaire pressed the heel of his palm against his forehead, trying to swallow the groan that threatened to spill out. but he didn't pull away, didn't tell the other to stop, even as pain shimmered beneath his skin.

" i always thought i could handle it, " he admitted, voice cracking with the effort of speaking. " thought if i just kept moving, i'd outrun the pain. " a tremor passed through him, golden eyes blinking back unshed tears. " but it catches up, doesn't it ? "

ㅤㅤㅤcharacter development | no longer accepting | @mythicae said ...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDo they have any addictions? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Do they have any nicknames? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Do they have any pet peeves?

Do they have any addictions?

Though Celeste struggles to cope with the facts and realities of not only HER LIFE, but the nature of things, she actually does not have any notable addictions. She staves from wine and indulges in marijuana only once in a blue moon. There is no other sort of drug - related usage, and she is a pretty evenly - balanced individual.

Do they have any nicknames?

Almost, too many ! Songbird, Tweety, Feathers, Bird- Lady ... Whatever an individual can come with, will generally stick. The only nickname that elicits a rather negative response, however, is STARBIRD. Lanius would call her this, in that saccharine - sweet, sing - song voice of his, and it's come to make her skin crawl.

Do they have any pet peeves?