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                                          send me a ship and i’ll tell you which one... | accepting

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The lower levels of her temple were dark and inviting when she needed someplace quiet and private. Towering stone walkways had once been the private paths of visiting kings and queens. They stood so high off the ground that it was hard to see them even now, standing atop the massive piles of gold and finery. Verena enjoyed curling around and draping herself off of the maze of catwalks, looking down on her horde from high above. There was a single beam of light that shone into the room where an old stained glass window had shattered. It illuminated no more than a ten foot circle on the brightest of days.

It was one of those days today, and the sun sparkled off the spot of gold in a way that bothered her eyes. Verena turned her head this way and that, trying to get a decent nap. She’d only just found a decent angle to protect her eyes from the glare when it, of all things, began to glow.

Her eyes snapped open in an instant. She scoured the ground below for the source of the glow. There was all manner of treasure in her pit, most of which she didn’t know anything about. Sure she knew what most of the stuffed hunting trophies were, and gold (which she had in an incredible bulk) was simple enough to understand, but there was loads of magical items strewn about that she’d stolen without asking a single question. 

A sudden rustling of coins helped her locate the source; a green stone with foreign letters on it. It flashed far brighter than the sun’s glare, and then died out completely. When she could finally see again, her gaze locked on a small, shadowy lump. Her nose told her what her eyes could not; it was a mortal girl.

From the pits of her throat a low hiss rolled out, washing over the sea of coins in a way that made them tremble. The stone catwalks groaned and the scratched beneath her weight and each methodical step of her claws. She moved slowly, letting her tail drag behind her to create a haunting sound.

Besides fictional characters, is there someone you love? 

Nobody I’m in love with, nope. I love my family, my friends, but I’ve never been in love. Sometimes I’m grateful for that, sometimes it makes me a little sad, haha.

Which timezone are you in? 

I’m living in Atlantic Canada; GMT -400 // AST.

What do you do for a living?

I’m a cashier at the Atlantic Superstore.  I’m not planning to do this forever, though… honestly, I’m really hoping this is the last year I’ll be there. Retail ain’t easy and it kinda drains the soul, bahah.

OTP for your muse? 

Dylan has only really  had one canonical ship – Dylemma. 

NOTP with your muse?

Anything incestuous. Number one NOTP would be Norman/Dylan, though, far as romantic couples go; the Dylan and Norma scenes are ridiculously enthralling  when I watch them, so that’s why I ended up picking that one for the NOTP instead.

Fun random fact about the mun!