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    Hades shifted, wincing slightly as his skeletal legs gave an alarming creak. Sunlight was just beginning to filter through the entrance to his cave - and he had a sinking suspicion that he would be up for a while yet. He grasped the quill pen in his front claws, and it hovered over the inkwell, nearly - but not quite - dipping into the pot, time and time again. There was something so final about that action, the ink, as black and flowing as his cloak. What was the purpose of all his magic if he couldn’t use it to help him now, animate the pen, make words spring forth from nothing? But then again - that would defeat the point, wouldn’...

Bellamy the Sultry Gentle, Articulate, Confident, Sultry, DisarmingA gentle soul, Bellamy is fond of little creatures and other mhoats. They are selective with their words and usually quiet until something requires interrupting. Yet, this gentle silence is not a sign of innocence, Bellamy has another side to them. A fashion queen, originating from their job and time spent with Carmelo. This opposite side of the coin is confident and sultry, Bellamy knows how to get what they want and aims to do so with clear intent and force of will. They use words and nicety, wielding them like gentle weapons to slowly pry past the defenses and uncertaint...

    “...Just a couple more minutes?”     “You’ve said that for the past thirty!” Sigrid chided gently. “They won’t be as good if they aren’t still sizzling from the fryer.” They thumped their tail on the floor in mock impatience.       Poe frowned, and only squinted more intently at the bell he was tinkering with, which was almost as big as he was - minus the tail. “But I have deadlines to adhere to,” he whined, finally peeking his snout around the bell’s rim after giving a bolt one last twist. “I promised I’d have this carillon back to tip top shape by weeks’ end.” He gave the giant bell a rap with his fist, testing the tone, and frowned ...

Bluma eyed the new librarian excitedly through the window, observing his slouched posture and calm expression. The previous librarian had been a long-time friend of hers, as she frequented the library, and she was determined to carry on the tradition with Mr. Newbie. After all, Bluma reasoned, strangers were really just people who you hadn’t yet spread the joy of friendship to. She continued eyeing him through the window for a few more moments and, satisfied that the coast was clear and that he didn’t seem to be busy, she resolved to make her grand entrance.“Good morning!” she trilled, sauntering in through the front doors of the library.S...

    The quiet wet crunch of thawing snow was the only sound that broke the tranquil silence of the forest, the cause of the sound a solitary mhoat stepping her way lightly through the icy trees. The cold seeped into her core, her pace sluggish and tiredness dragging at her with each step deeper into the woods. This general aversion to the cold had her questioning the decision to seek out the fine blue spores that certain mushrooms gave off at the first thaws of spring, a rare treat that she could turn into a beautifully colored silk for her weaving. Finely detailed blue flowers woven across white silks, she could already imagine the works ...