Florianne and Odelia's Soulmate Trial [2/2]Part 3 - Daylight of Gift Giving
Odelia yawned sleepily as she felt her shoulder being nudged. The bagbean hefted her large tail up and whacked whatever was touching her to the floor. A familiar, high-pitched, shriek of, “Lia!” Forced the bagbean to sit up and peer down curiously at her girlfriend who she had knocked to the floor. With a tired, but still wicked grin, Odelia poked her tongue out at hissed at Florianne before rolling over back to sleep. “Oh, no you don’t!” Florianne exclaimed from behind her. There was suddenly a light weight bouncing on Odelia, smacking the side of her face as she tried to get the tired bagbean up.
“Don’ make me get Dakarai to eat you…” Odelia mumbled tiredly, hissing faintly as Florianne’s paws dug into that spot on her neck that always made her squirm. She was a little ticklish there, and it was a low move on Flo’s part to u
Odelia's Fluffia Immigration TrialPart 1 - Prince Sandal's Shoes
Odelia wasn’t one for nerves, purely because she had long since abandoned the kinds of social etiquette and comprehension that would nurture a sense of anxiety towards certain situations. As it was, whilst Florianne fluttered nervously about the door to the palace (her fingers wrung together and her brow furrowed in that way which made her look unapproachable to most, but cute and squishy to Odelia), the snake-loving bagbean simply dropped onto all fours and waited patiently for the doors to be opened and the two of them to be let inside. There was a line of bagbeans, kryptoxes, perfaunts and even some fornlees waiting to meet Prince Sandal today.
Truth be told, Odelia didn’t really understand what the big deal was all about. Sure, he was rich, famous, and important because he ruled over Fluffia, but she wasn’t really sure why that mattered so much to others? It was boring at best, downright min
Odelia's Identity TrialsTrigger Warning: Child abuse, mild gore & blood
Once upon a time, there was a queen named ‘Pisum’. She was kind, and fair, and ruled as a just and compassionate leader. Most in the land of Beania adored the queen, or at the very least acknowledged that she was a good bean to the core. This Pisum was known for leaving presents around the land near bagbeans she thought deserved them; she was good ilke that, she noticed things. For those bagbeans whom she thought deserved it most, she often left them a wonderful present; a lovebean, red and glowing most usually, often tucked away near them. She would watch and wait to see the reaction of the new parent or parents, gleefully tucked away.
Really, it was all quite a lovely affair, and a wholesome sentiment. On the particular day of a certain bagbean’s lovebean being hidden, however, there was a commotion to the side that drew Pisum away. Though a competent fighter