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[size=7][font=book archaic]WELCOME TO MY WRITING SHOP![/size]
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Your claws squelch through the dark purple grass as you approach the willow-wood door. A tiny glass bell sings as you enter, and a tiny black coatl looks up from her desk. She drops her quill pen in surprise and awkwardly smiles at you through a pair of round silver glasses. She picks up her pen.
“Hello! Welcome to my shop!” She says, fumbling to organize everything on her desk.
“Would you like a story?”
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[size=6][font=book archaic]-Rules-[/size]
-I will not write anything that goes against Flight Rising TOS.
-You don’t [i]have[/i] to give credit, since I know it can sometimes be a hassle! But it would be greatly appreciated, especially if you link back to this post.
-If you don’t like a specific detail in something I write for you, please inform me, and I can fix it! Unless it’s something you’re willing to fix yourself.
-Please don’t pressure me to finish quicker! I have school and other things to do. I do my best, and if I feel like I can’t finish something, I apologize in advance and will fully refund you.
-For the first few people, this is PWYW, just so I can get a hang of pricing. Please refrain from lowballing!
-Please be polite!
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[font=book archaic][size=6]-Examples-[/font][/size]
Here are some [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/3164449/1#post_52085228/]examples[/url]! Keep in mind, they are a bit old now.
[font=book archaic][size=6]-Form-[/font][/size] [/center]
You can copy and paste this form to order!
[size=4]NAME:
ORDER: What do you want me to write?
LENGTH: How long should the piece be? You can use the examples below as reference!
PAYMENT: This is PWYW, you can choose how much to pay! Please be fair <3
LINKS(optional): Some links that will help me?
OTHER: Other information I need to know?
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As you describe your order, the coatl nods, writing furiously with her short arms. Pushing her glasses up on her face, she smiles, nodding.
“Alright! I should be done in a few days,” she says. “You’re welcome to visit the Ballroom of Ravens clan while you wait!” She points outside the window of her shop, and you nod, your tail already on the door handle.
“Thank you for coming!” She says, waving as you leave.
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WELCOME TO MY WRITING SHOP!
Your claws squelch through the dark purple grass as you approach the willow-wood door. A tiny glass bell sings as you enter, and a tiny black coatl looks up from her desk. She drops her quill pen in surprise and awkwardly smiles at you through a pair of round silver glasses. She picks up her pen.
“Hello! Welcome to my shop!” She says, fumbling to organize everything on her desk.
“Would you like a story?”
-Rules-
-I will not write anything that goes against Flight Rising TOS.
-You don’t
have to give credit, since I know it can sometimes be a hassle! But it would be greatly appreciated, especially if you link back to this post.
-If you don’t like a specific detail in something I write for you, please inform me, and I can fix it! Unless it’s something you’re willing to fix yourself.
-Please don’t pressure me to finish quicker! I have school and other things to do. I do my best, and if I feel like I can’t finish something, I apologize in advance and will fully refund you.
-For the first few people, this is PWYW, just so I can get a hang of pricing. Please refrain from lowballing!
-Please be polite!
-Examples-
Here are some
examples! Keep in mind, they are a bit old now.
-Form-
You can copy and paste this form to order!
NAME:
ORDER: What do you want me to write?
LENGTH: How long should the piece be? You can use the examples below as reference!
PAYMENT: This is PWYW, you can choose how much to pay! Please be fair <3
LINKS(optional): Some links that will help me?
OTHER: Other information I need to know?
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[center][font=book archaic][size=7]-Examples-[/font][/size]
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[center][font=book archaic][size=6]Grove’s Bio[/font][/size]
Grove is a fierce dragoness, a warrior in every way. She is the best hunter in the Ballroom of Ravens, and also regularly participates in the yearly event, Warrior’s Way. She spends most of her time training and hunting. She wants to makes sure that her clan is never short on fresh meat, especially after the terrible Forsaken Famine of 2021.
She also regularly travels to the wilds to fight monsters alongside her husband and daughter. She loves the sport and adrenaline rush of fighting in the Coliseum, and though she has had her close calls, she is never afraid of a good battle.
In fact, it was in battle where she met her beloved Familiar, Sapling. Sapling had been one of the monsters she’d fought, and nearly killed. She hadn’t realized that the poor butterfly wasn’t dead, and carefully approached it. Instead of putting the huge insect out of its misery as she normally would have, she nursed it back to health, hoping it wouldn’t attack dragons anymore. When she tried to set her free, though, Sapling refused to leave, and stayed by her side to aid her in battle.
Grove cares deeply for her clan, and will do anything to make sure it thrives.
She will continue to fight for the Ravens until the very end.
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[center][font=book archaic][size=6]Library Night[/font][/size]
“Whoa.” Leo whispered, staring at the countless shelves of dusty scrolls and books. He’d never seen so much paper in his life. It was beautiful.
“It’s great, isn’t it?” Tanzanite said, grinning widely. Her face shone with excitement; Leo had noticed that this happened whenever she looked at books, or him. He smiled at her.
“Are you sure we’re fine here?” Leo asked. “What if someone finds us?”
“No one comes to the Library in the middle of the night,” Tanzanite said, reaching up to sort through the bookshelves, “don’t worry, we’re fine.”
“Alright,” Leo agreed, trotting up to her side and nuzzling her head spines. She giggled, her golden scales shimmering in the moonlight. “What have you got tonight, Tanzi?” He asked, “History? Biology? Astrology, perhaps?”
Tanzanite smiled and gently grabbed a scroll between her teeth.
“I was thinking we could look at some of the old legends today. Isn’t it amazing how our deities are finally at peace with each other now, after so many years of warring?” She beamed. “How about this one? ‘The Line Between: A Study of Life and Death’.” She unrolled the scroll. “It’s about the war between the Plaguebringer and the Gladekeeper, from the Arcanist’s perspective.”
“As long as you can help me with the hard words,” Leo said with a smile. He grabbed a few cushions between his teeth, throwing them onto the floor. Tanzanite folded her long blue legs underneath herself as she sat down, spreading the scroll in front of them. She tilted her head at Leo and smiled. He couldn’t help grinning back. Being with Tanzanite made him feel safe, even though it was him who was supposed to be protecting her. She was his dream come true. The two yawned simultaneously and giggled, then got into the scroll, taking turns reading to each other. They finished reading two books that night, then fell asleep in the middle of the third, their wings wrapped around each other.
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[center][font=book archaic][size=6]Quickdeath[/font][/size]
Quickdeath. She’d always hated that name- but then again, it was fitting. Ever since she had been adopted from the Giving tree, Quickdeath had shown the signs of a perfect huntress, good stamina, large muscles, tolerance to pain, and legs as fast as a horse. She also had amazing focus, a blessing and a curse at the same time. For whenever she fought, Quickdeath went into a battle rage, eyes turning pitch black, mind clearing of every thought except for blood. Her movements turned cold and precise, brutally tearing through her enemies until they were all dead.
Quickdeath shook her head, clearing her mind of these invading thoughts. She roared, calling her huntresses to her. She respectfully dipped her head to the older lionesses, who had taught and raised her, brought her to where she was today.
“I’ll take the Night Flyers this time,” she commanded, addressing the second hunting party. “Nightshade and Void, come with me. Training today.” The two adolescents nodded. “Blaze, take Armani’s place while she’s pregnant.” The older huntress bounded to her side, excited for a chance to hunt.
Ashfang and Hyena, their best stalkers, who also happened to be siblings, slowly crept towards the prey, making the circle of lionesses tighter and tighter around their prey, a herd of Ibexes. When Hyena looked directly at her, Quickdeath roared and leaped, starting the grazing prey and signaling the other lionesses to run as well. She rammed into an older Ibex, tearing her claws into its hide. It let out a bleat of terror and kicked at her eye, but it was no match for the lioness. Her mind screamed for more blood, and her dark eyes fell upon her fellow lioness. Chaos, one of the best hunters in their group, had a baby Ibex by the neck. Quickdeath soared over the carcass she’d just claimed and bounded towards her unsuspecting victim. Chaos turned toward her, but she was too late to stop the fury of her claws. As her paws tore through the screaming lioness’ neck, the other huntresses hauled her off and restrained her, until her black eyes flickered back to blue.
“Is she alright?” Quickdeath croaked immediately when the lionesses piled off of her.
“It might leave a scar, but she’ll be fine.” Hyena said gently. Quickdeath sighed in relief. Her sisters were safe- at least until this happened again.
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[center][font=book archaic][size=6]Ebony[/font][/size]
The first thing Ebony remembers is warm fur surrounding her, and her mother’s pink tongue grooming the top of her head. Then, a bright figure, almost too bright for her weak infant eyes, looming dangerously over her. A burning red paw grabbing her, pulling her away from her bigger, stronger siblings, and scorching her silky black fur. Her mother’s devastated but resigned expression. And most of all, the content and happy expressions on her siblings faces. The first time she experienced jealousy, at less than a month old.
———
“All these stupid lions. Can’t take care of their own cubs…” a voice muttered above her. Ebony blinked, opening her eyes to see a nimble grey figure with long, slender limbs. It leaped around her, moving unlike anything she’d seen before. To her alarm, the thing picked her up, walking over and dropping her in the hollow of a large, thick tree. Small, wriggling bodies were packed around her. It wasn’t so tight that they would suffocate, but it was uncomfortable. There were so many cubs. She growled to the other cubs to get out of her way, and clambered clumsily over to the opening of the tree hollow.
Ebony’s tiny paws scraped against rough bark as she scrambled out of the tree. She marveled at the scene. Hundreds of lions and lionesses gathered in the huge clearing. Adolescent lions tussled and played, cubs leaned close to their mothers, and lions argued and played around with shiny silver and gold insects. It was so loud and overwhelming. A little ‘caw’ caused her to look down. She leaned over the edge of the tree hollow and tumbled down onto the belly of a young raven. The crow let out a short huff of air in surprise. She sniffed the weird thing with feathers. It squawked and mumbled. Ebony rolled off of it and cocked her head. The crow cawed again.
‘[i]I’m going to name you Caw.[/i]’ She thought, not in so many words, of course, with her limited understanding of language.
‘[i]Caw? Oh come on, you know I’m more sophisticated than that,[/i]’ A voice taunted inside her head. And weirdly, she could understand it. It wasn’t talking in lion, but something else… something deeper.
‘[i]Fine, smarty-paws. What’s your name, then?[/i]’ Ebony asked the crow in her mind.
He hesitated. ‘[i]I’m Mirror. I gave it to myself. Just like you, Ebony.[/i]’ He cocked his head. ‘[i]It’s a nice name. Do you know what it means?[/i]’
‘[i]No.[/i]’ She said, interested. ‘[i]I heard old Long-Arms say it. Do you know what it means?[/i]’
‘[i]It’s a type of wood.[/i]’ Mirror explained. ‘[i]Ebony is very valuable to humans, especially when its black. They really seem to like it. Its tough and durable, difficult to break. Its also used to describe something that’s a beautiful color of black.[/i]’
‘[i]Oh.[/i]’ Ebony whispered, although it wasn’t much of a whisper since their entire conversation was silent. ‘[i]Mirror?[/i]’ She asked suddenly.
‘[i]Hm?[/i]’ The crow mumbled. He cawed at a little beetle scurrying along the grass.
‘[i]Can you- can we be friends? Can you stay here always?[/i]’
Mirror was silent for a moment. He looked to the horizon, then back at her. He smiled, tilting his head. ‘[i]Of course. Always.[/i]’ He ruffled her fur with his beak and she mewed happily.
———
More than a month had passed at the tree, which they found to be called the Giving Tree. Small, disabled, or simply unwanted cubs were dropped off every day, and every day huge amounts of lions came to take a random cub. One day, as she was wrestling with an alarmed Mirror, the grey monkey scurried up to her and picked her off of his wing. He hopped back up immediately and cawed in distress. She growled at the monkey, batting at his long arms and showing her sharp white teeth.
“Now, now. Calm down, little lioness.” He chattered, his brown eyes twinkling. “Don’t ya want a new home?” Alarmed, Ebony just struggled more, but the monkey held on tight. As Mirror fluttered around her, cawing softly, she stopped squirming. The monkey flicked her gently on the nose and set her down in front on a huge, ash-brown lion. She looked up at his disapproving face. A long scar crossed one of his eyes, and his sharp teeth glittered menacingly.
“She’s too small.” He growled. “I said I wanted a good huntress.”
“Look, you ask for a female cub, you get a female cub. Besides, she may be small, but she’s quick and strong. You should have seen her wrestling with that raven there.” He nodded towards Mirror.
“The stupid crow doesn’t come with the deal, does it?” He sniffed.
“Well, I wouldn’t advise trying to keep them apart.” The monkey said, to Ebony and Mirror’s relief. “Now, I’m giving you a female cub, like you asked. Take her or leave her.”
Akumu snorted, pawing the ground and upsetting a few plants. “Fine. I’lll take her.” At that, he gripped her in his huge jaws and carried her away. Ebony looked back at the Giving tree. This was the second time she would leave a home. She looked at Mirror and smiled. At least this time she had a friend.
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-Examples-
Grove’s Bio
Grove is a fierce dragoness, a warrior in every way. She is the best hunter in the Ballroom of Ravens, and also regularly participates in the yearly event, Warrior’s Way. She spends most of her time training and hunting. She wants to makes sure that her clan is never short on fresh meat, especially after the terrible Forsaken Famine of 2021.
She also regularly travels to the wilds to fight monsters alongside her husband and daughter. She loves the sport and adrenaline rush of fighting in the Coliseum, and though she has had her close calls, she is never afraid of a good battle.
In fact, it was in battle where she met her beloved Familiar, Sapling. Sapling had been one of the monsters she’d fought, and nearly killed. She hadn’t realized that the poor butterfly wasn’t dead, and carefully approached it. Instead of putting the huge insect out of its misery as she normally would have, she nursed it back to health, hoping it wouldn’t attack dragons anymore. When she tried to set her free, though, Sapling refused to leave, and stayed by her side to aid her in battle.
Grove cares deeply for her clan, and will do anything to make sure it thrives.
She will continue to fight for the Ravens until the very end.
Library Night
“Whoa.” Leo whispered, staring at the countless shelves of dusty scrolls and books. He’d never seen so much paper in his life. It was beautiful.
“It’s great, isn’t it?” Tanzanite said, grinning widely. Her face shone with excitement; Leo had noticed that this happened whenever she looked at books, or him. He smiled at her.
“Are you sure we’re fine here?” Leo asked. “What if someone finds us?”
“No one comes to the Library in the middle of the night,” Tanzanite said, reaching up to sort through the bookshelves, “don’t worry, we’re fine.”
“Alright,” Leo agreed, trotting up to her side and nuzzling her head spines. She giggled, her golden scales shimmering in the moonlight. “What have you got tonight, Tanzi?” He asked, “History? Biology? Astrology, perhaps?”
Tanzanite smiled and gently grabbed a scroll between her teeth.
“I was thinking we could look at some of the old legends today. Isn’t it amazing how our deities are finally at peace with each other now, after so many years of warring?” She beamed. “How about this one? ‘The Line Between: A Study of Life and Death’.” She unrolled the scroll. “It’s about the war between the Plaguebringer and the Gladekeeper, from the Arcanist’s perspective.”
“As long as you can help me with the hard words,” Leo said with a smile. He grabbed a few cushions between his teeth, throwing them onto the floor. Tanzanite folded her long blue legs underneath herself as she sat down, spreading the scroll in front of them. She tilted her head at Leo and smiled. He couldn’t help grinning back. Being with Tanzanite made him feel safe, even though it was him who was supposed to be protecting her. She was his dream come true. The two yawned simultaneously and giggled, then got into the scroll, taking turns reading to each other. They finished reading two books that night, then fell asleep in the middle of the third, their wings wrapped around each other.
Quickdeath
Quickdeath. She’d always hated that name- but then again, it was fitting. Ever since she had been adopted from the Giving tree, Quickdeath had shown the signs of a perfect huntress, good stamina, large muscles, tolerance to pain, and legs as fast as a horse. She also had amazing focus, a blessing and a curse at the same time. For whenever she fought, Quickdeath went into a battle rage, eyes turning pitch black, mind clearing of every thought except for blood. Her movements turned cold and precise, brutally tearing through her enemies until they were all dead.
Quickdeath shook her head, clearing her mind of these invading thoughts. She roared, calling her huntresses to her. She respectfully dipped her head to the older lionesses, who had taught and raised her, brought her to where she was today.
“I’ll take the Night Flyers this time,” she commanded, addressing the second hunting party. “Nightshade and Void, come with me. Training today.” The two adolescents nodded. “Blaze, take Armani’s place while she’s pregnant.” The older huntress bounded to her side, excited for a chance to hunt.
Ashfang and Hyena, their best stalkers, who also happened to be siblings, slowly crept towards the prey, making the circle of lionesses tighter and tighter around their prey, a herd of Ibexes. When Hyena looked directly at her, Quickdeath roared and leaped, starting the grazing prey and signaling the other lionesses to run as well. She rammed into an older Ibex, tearing her claws into its hide. It let out a bleat of terror and kicked at her eye, but it was no match for the lioness. Her mind screamed for more blood, and her dark eyes fell upon her fellow lioness. Chaos, one of the best hunters in their group, had a baby Ibex by the neck. Quickdeath soared over the carcass she’d just claimed and bounded towards her unsuspecting victim. Chaos turned toward her, but she was too late to stop the fury of her claws. As her paws tore through the screaming lioness’ neck, the other huntresses hauled her off and restrained her, until her black eyes flickered back to blue.
“Is she alright?” Quickdeath croaked immediately when the lionesses piled off of her.
“It might leave a scar, but she’ll be fine.” Hyena said gently. Quickdeath sighed in relief. Her sisters were safe- at least until this happened again.
Ebony
The first thing Ebony remembers is warm fur surrounding her, and her mother’s pink tongue grooming the top of her head. Then, a bright figure, almost too bright for her weak infant eyes, looming dangerously over her. A burning red paw grabbing her, pulling her away from her bigger, stronger siblings, and scorching her silky black fur. Her mother’s devastated but resigned expression. And most of all, the content and happy expressions on her siblings faces. The first time she experienced jealousy, at less than a month old.
———
“All these stupid lions. Can’t take care of their own cubs…” a voice muttered above her. Ebony blinked, opening her eyes to see a nimble grey figure with long, slender limbs. It leaped around her, moving unlike anything she’d seen before. To her alarm, the thing picked her up, walking over and dropping her in the hollow of a large, thick tree. Small, wriggling bodies were packed around her. It wasn’t so tight that they would suffocate, but it was uncomfortable. There were so many cubs. She growled to the other cubs to get out of her way, and clambered clumsily over to the opening of the tree hollow.
Ebony’s tiny paws scraped against rough bark as she scrambled out of the tree. She marveled at the scene. Hundreds of lions and lionesses gathered in the huge clearing. Adolescent lions tussled and played, cubs leaned close to their mothers, and lions argued and played around with shiny silver and gold insects. It was so loud and overwhelming. A little ‘caw’ caused her to look down. She leaned over the edge of the tree hollow and tumbled down onto the belly of a young raven. The crow let out a short huff of air in surprise. She sniffed the weird thing with feathers. It squawked and mumbled. Ebony rolled off of it and cocked her head. The crow cawed again.
‘
I’m going to name you Caw.’ She thought, not in so many words, of course, with her limited understanding of language.
‘
Caw? Oh come on, you know I’m more sophisticated than that,’ A voice taunted inside her head. And weirdly, she could understand it. It wasn’t talking in lion, but something else… something deeper.
‘
Fine, smarty-paws. What’s your name, then?’ Ebony asked the crow in her mind.
He hesitated. ‘
I’m Mirror. I gave it to myself. Just like you, Ebony.’ He cocked his head. ‘
It’s a nice name. Do you know what it means?’
‘
No.’ She said, interested. ‘
I heard old Long-Arms say it. Do you know what it means?’
‘
It’s a type of wood.’ Mirror explained. ‘
Ebony is very valuable to humans, especially when its black. They really seem to like it. Its tough and durable, difficult to break. Its also used to describe something that’s a beautiful color of black.’
‘
Oh.’ Ebony whispered, although it wasn’t much of a whisper since their entire conversation was silent. ‘
Mirror?’ She asked suddenly.
‘
Hm?’ The crow mumbled. He cawed at a little beetle scurrying along the grass.
‘
Can you- can we be friends? Can you stay here always?’
Mirror was silent for a moment. He looked to the horizon, then back at her. He smiled, tilting his head. ‘
Of course. Always.’ He ruffled her fur with his beak and she mewed happily.
———
More than a month had passed at the tree, which they found to be called the Giving Tree. Small, disabled, or simply unwanted cubs were dropped off every day, and every day huge amounts of lions came to take a random cub. One day, as she was wrestling with an alarmed Mirror, the grey monkey scurried up to her and picked her off of his wing. He hopped back up immediately and cawed in distress. She growled at the monkey, batting at his long arms and showing her sharp white teeth.
“Now, now. Calm down, little lioness.” He chattered, his brown eyes twinkling. “Don’t ya want a new home?” Alarmed, Ebony just struggled more, but the monkey held on tight. As Mirror fluttered around her, cawing softly, she stopped squirming. The monkey flicked her gently on the nose and set her down in front on a huge, ash-brown lion. She looked up at his disapproving face. A long scar crossed one of his eyes, and his sharp teeth glittered menacingly.
“She’s too small.” He growled. “I said I wanted a good huntress.”
“Look, you ask for a female cub, you get a female cub. Besides, she may be small, but she’s quick and strong. You should have seen her wrestling with that raven there.” He nodded towards Mirror.
“The stupid crow doesn’t come with the deal, does it?” He sniffed.
“Well, I wouldn’t advise trying to keep them apart.” The monkey said, to Ebony and Mirror’s relief. “Now, I’m giving you a female cub, like you asked. Take her or leave her.”
Akumu snorted, pawing the ground and upsetting a few plants. “Fine. I’lll take her.” At that, he gripped her in his huge jaws and carried her away. Ebony looked back at the Giving tree. This was the second time she would leave a home. She looked at Mirror and smiled. At least this time she had a friend.
NAME: hyenaglasses
ORDER: I'd love something of Honeymilk running around a forest hunting for a DPH ( DPH - Digital Physical Helpers, like pokemon and digimon in real life combined, helpers can be summoned into the real world from a phone but only 3 at a time though people rarely even befriend or even met more then 2, she's amazing at this and has a lot of helpers. ). She gets chills up her spine feeling like she's being followed, she always nervous so she brushes it off, she catches a golden sheepi helper (softest wool). There is a growl right next to her, she freezes up and feels a soft sniffing and breath on her neck. She's relieved but still nervous and flustered when she realizes it's her wife that's just being needy and cuddly. Eel is very kissy and cuddly, she even give her a lick which fully flusters Honeymilk.
LENGTH: however long you think
PAYMENT: 100kt
LINKS(optional): the gals:
https://toyhou.se/17348898.honeymilk-and-eel
OTHER: uhh lots of info on there page!
Totally understand if not though!!!
NAME: hyenaglasses
ORDER: I'd love something of Honeymilk running around a forest hunting for a DPH ( DPH - Digital Physical Helpers, like pokemon and digimon in real life combined, helpers can be summoned into the real world from a phone but only 3 at a time though people rarely even befriend or even met more then 2, she's amazing at this and has a lot of helpers. ). She gets chills up her spine feeling like she's being followed, she always nervous so she brushes it off, she catches a golden sheepi helper (softest wool). There is a growl right next to her, she freezes up and feels a soft sniffing and breath on her neck. She's relieved but still nervous and flustered when she realizes it's her wife that's just being needy and cuddly. Eel is very kissy and cuddly, she even give her a lick which fully flusters Honeymilk.
LENGTH: however long you think
PAYMENT: 100kt
LINKS(optional): the gals:
https://toyhou.se/17348898.honeymilk-and-eel
OTHER: uhh lots of info on there page!
Totally understand if not though!!!
@
hyenaglasses
Okay, just to confirm...
Honeymilk is trying to hunt/catch creatures, and then Eel comes up to her?
What kind of creature is she trying to catch?
If that's it, I'll get started right away!
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hyenaglasses
Okay, just to confirm...
Honeymilk is trying to hunt/catch creatures, and then Eel comes up to her?
What kind of creature is she trying to catch?
If that's it, I'll get started right away!
That's totally right!!! It's like a small sheep monster that produces wool!
Awesome! I'll send the crossroad at ya!!!
That's totally right!!! It's like a small sheep monster that produces wool!
Awesome! I'll send the crossroad at ya!!!
I’m done! Tell me if you need anything changed! :3
Honeymilk smiled testily, her sharp teeth bared. Her calico tail twitched excitedly, and her pupils sharpened to focus on her target.
The golden sheep had no idea that it was being stalked. The perfect situation for a professional DPH hunter. Honeymilk’s name might suggest that she was cute, but meeting her, one would see otherwise. She crouched, her haunches raised, and readied herself. She would finally catch this sheep. Suddenly, a chill went down her spine. She was being watched. Fur standing straight up, Honeymilk stood, whipping her head from side to side.
“What was that?” She whispered, barely audible.
The golden sheep, though, heard the movement in the bushes and bolted away.
“No!” Honeymilk yelped. There was no time to investigate. Her prey was getting away! “Oh, no you don’t.” She hissed, barely taking a second to ready herself before launching into a sprint, faster than the Windsinger himself. Alright, maybe not.
Honeymilk giggled with the excitement of a chase, pushing off the ground to leap even faster. She was gaining on the sheep, but she was quickly tiring. If she was going to catch it, she would have to catch it now. With a grin, Honeymilk launched herself into the air. Teeth bared, she slammed into the panicked sheep’s side, tumbling down the hill with it.
The shadow of a large flying creature passed over them, but Honeymilk barely noticed. She was too busy with the golden sheep. Even with it pinned to the ground under her, she was able to calm the easily frightened creature. Panting with her nose up against the sheep’s, Honeymilk evened her breathing until the sheep’s heart rate eased as well. The sheep’s wool was the softest she’d ever touched. The legends were right about that. It felt like laying on a cloud. Pulling out a bundle of white clover, Honeymilk fed it to the creature. Luckily, the golden sheep was as naive and trusting as a regular sheep. It quickly eased up to her. Honeymilk let out a soft cheer.
She’d caught the sheep! She stood up in victory and froze. Something was there. Again.
Honeymilk shivered, and her tail fluffed up to three times its normal size. She felt a soft breath by her ear and yelped, leaping away.
A pair of large green eyes blinked at her. Honeymilk let out a breath.
“Eel!” She whined. “You scared the life out of me! What are you doing here?”
“I missed you,” Eel whined back, rolling over on her back. Honeymilk rolled her eyes.
“It’s been two hours, love,” she said, patting the large purple dragoness. Eel pouted.
“That’s too long!” She cried, hugging Honeymilk close. She yelped in surprise. Blushing, she pulled away, but Eel fluttered her eyes at her and licked her face.
“Eel!” Honeymilk yelped, burying her face in her wife’s fur to hide her bright pink cheeks.
“Love you, Honey,” Eel whispered.
“I love you too, Eel.” Honeymilk replied.
“Aw, you do?” Eel asked.
“Of course, silly,” she laughed. “We’re married, in case you forgot.”
Eel laughed. Honeymilk felt warmer than she had ever felt before.
I’m done! Tell me if you need anything changed! :3
Honeymilk smiled testily, her sharp teeth bared. Her calico tail twitched excitedly, and her pupils sharpened to focus on her target.
The golden sheep had no idea that it was being stalked. The perfect situation for a professional DPH hunter. Honeymilk’s name might suggest that she was cute, but meeting her, one would see otherwise. She crouched, her haunches raised, and readied herself. She would finally catch this sheep. Suddenly, a chill went down her spine. She was being watched. Fur standing straight up, Honeymilk stood, whipping her head from side to side.
“What was that?” She whispered, barely audible.
The golden sheep, though, heard the movement in the bushes and bolted away.
“No!” Honeymilk yelped. There was no time to investigate. Her prey was getting away! “Oh, no you don’t.” She hissed, barely taking a second to ready herself before launching into a sprint, faster than the Windsinger himself. Alright, maybe not.
Honeymilk giggled with the excitement of a chase, pushing off the ground to leap even faster. She was gaining on the sheep, but she was quickly tiring. If she was going to catch it, she would have to catch it now. With a grin, Honeymilk launched herself into the air. Teeth bared, she slammed into the panicked sheep’s side, tumbling down the hill with it.
The shadow of a large flying creature passed over them, but Honeymilk barely noticed. She was too busy with the golden sheep. Even with it pinned to the ground under her, she was able to calm the easily frightened creature. Panting with her nose up against the sheep’s, Honeymilk evened her breathing until the sheep’s heart rate eased as well. The sheep’s wool was the softest she’d ever touched. The legends were right about that. It felt like laying on a cloud. Pulling out a bundle of white clover, Honeymilk fed it to the creature. Luckily, the golden sheep was as naive and trusting as a regular sheep. It quickly eased up to her. Honeymilk let out a soft cheer.
She’d caught the sheep! She stood up in victory and froze. Something was there. Again.
Honeymilk shivered, and her tail fluffed up to three times its normal size. She felt a soft breath by her ear and yelped, leaping away.
A pair of large green eyes blinked at her. Honeymilk let out a breath.
“Eel!” She whined. “You scared the life out of me! What are you doing here?”
“I missed you,” Eel whined back, rolling over on her back. Honeymilk rolled her eyes.
“It’s been two hours, love,” she said, patting the large purple dragoness. Eel pouted.
“That’s too long!” She cried, hugging Honeymilk close. She yelped in surprise. Blushing, she pulled away, but Eel fluttered her eyes at her and licked her face.
“Eel!” Honeymilk yelped, burying her face in her wife’s fur to hide her bright pink cheeks.
“Love you, Honey,” Eel whispered.
“I love you too, Eel.” Honeymilk replied.
“Aw, you do?” Eel asked.
“Of course, silly,” she laughed. “We’re married, in case you forgot.”
Eel laughed. Honeymilk felt warmer than she had ever felt before.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! This is so lovely!!!! Thank you so so much!!! Your writing is lovely!!!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! This is so lovely!!!! Thank you so so much!!! Your writing is lovely!!!!
