OF: A Morning in Thumbelina's home RPWord Count:
The winter sun hadn't quite risen when Thumbelina woke up. She looked up at Cassius sleeping and smiled, softly planting a kiss on his cheek before carefully wiggling out of bed. She checked again, hoping she hadn't woken him again and put on her fluffy robe over her nightgown. There was a slight chill in the house and she went to the living room to start up a fire.
Cassius grunted lightly as he felt the bed shift. Turning over on his side, he blindly felt for where Thumbelina would be and feeling nothing, opened his eyes. Sitting up, Cassius stretched his arms and peered around the room, catching sight of Thumbelina leaving the bedroom. Yawning he got out of bed and tugged on his shirt before following the way Thumbelina had gone.
Kadar snores lightly with a droll coming out of his mouth, looks like that he is having a very good dream, he starts to roll but the sheets are stuck into the bed, he is now hang
OF: Nightmares and Things RPWord Count:
~*･゜ﾟ･* “No, not like that.” A stern voice echoed in the dark void that was slowly growing into a dream of a memory from long ago.
“But-” Her voice tried to speak, though much younger, was cut off abruptly by a thwack from a large paw to the back of her head. Mr. Mole did not appreciate being talked back to. He leaned close to her, and she could almost feel his foul breath upon her skin again. His claws gripping her by the hair.
“You are my property now, you will behave as I wish.” He spoke with little concern for the tears forming at her eyes, saying merely. “I do not wish to hear your sniveling. Behave like a proper woman.”
There was a shift in the scene to a different time and she was looking down at her hands while Mr. Mole had guests over. She could feel them looking at her, that they thought she was some sort of ugly creature... but she said nothing..
OF: A Sword for Milady RPWord Count:
~ Jacan looked at the door to the blacksmith's with his usual expression, bored and unimpressed. Inside however he had been mulling over if he was doing the right thing. It was easy for him to tell that Dorothea was skilled with a sword when he had handed her his in the past.. and it was also true that the town could be quite dangerous.. but the idea of giving a woman a weapon was entirely unsettling to him. Ignoring his internal debate he pushed open the door and looked inside. He was sure the gift would be one that would make her happy so he moved forward.
~Lounging on the stone beside the roaring fire, Phoenix was close to nodding off, seemingly unaware of his hand buried in the hot coals. It had been a long night and he wasn't much for early mornings but the blacksmiths had to be taken care of. There were better alternatives that he could be doing, enjoying himself in club Su Casa being one of them.
Despite his eye catching move
OF: Have you tried the Pawnshop? RPWord Count:
Thumbelina was passing through town on Reginald. She had planned to got to the beach forest to collect some more ingredients for remedies as well as some more fruit.
The boys had been driving her nuts all day-again-so Matches had spent the better part of the past hour running around outside in the snow trying to clear her head. Her puppy sense tingled as she skipped around like an idiot, or rather she randomly spotted Reginald and Thumbelina and ran over to them. "Hello Miss Thumbelina! Reginald! How are you today?"
Surprised out of her mental listing by the sudden voice, Thumbelina looked up. "Oh hello Matches. I hope you have been well?" She continued moving towards the beach slowly, assuming Matches would follow if she wished to.
Matches blinked and followed, curious as to what Thumbelina was doing to which she leaned and whispered. "Where are you going? Can I come?" She very much did not want to be around her