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Welcome, welcome! My services include shapeshifting, cooking, answering your questions, various hexes and much more than meets the eye! Please enjoy your stay, good sir/lady! ..Oh and don't mind the snakes, they won't bite.

[fukinchickens]

((hello friends i have returned!))

[fukinchickens]

((ok gonna go visit some relatives tomorrow and be away a few days, so:

4 u all<3))

[sirenofwar]

“I suppose it would work the same with flesh. Taking the cool, suddenly adding heat..that’s lovely, too.” The glance was noticed, of course, and Naga preened a little, flexing the thick muscle that made up most of the tail, giving the fin a little flip. 

“Staring at my tail, are we?” she chuckled, a sly smirk across her features. “It’s not often people aren’t repulsed by the more reptilian of us heroes. Find us to be monstrosities..” She stroked at the tendrils that draped her shoulders, the earrings studding down the sides shining in the light. 

[fukinchickens]

Still staring, admiring the physique of the siren, he immediately raised his eyes back to hers as she started speaking again. Not intending it to be perverted in any way, Rhasta just happened to be really curious of his fellow heroes - especially the ones with more unusual features - and having a quiet, more private time like this was not really that usual along all the battles and whatnot.

“Then eyes are wasted on people like that, nheheh! What is not to love with a tail of that kind? Strong, pretty and you can easily out-speed any being of legs!” He used his hands as he spoke, and it was clear that he was more concerned by her words than she was.

[sirenofwar]

Slithice giggled behind her hand, wiggling a bit in place as she listened, hands folded in front of her. Being called pretty didn’t go over her head either. So she batted her eyelashes, leaning in slightly. 

Rhasta was small, and seemed to have an appreciation for reptiles that many didn’t have. Medusa had spoken to the Siren before about Rhasta…and about the escapades. So the Siren hummed sweetly. “You’ve been getting along quite nicely with Medusa, so I’ve heard.” 

[fukinchickens]

Confused as why she giggled and looked at him with a grin, Rhasta was caught off guard when the siren mentioned Medusa. "Ah! I-", he couldn't help blushing a bit when he continued "-well I do really like her!" The red now on his cheeks was not because his affections were a secret or anything, but because he always felt a bit warmer inside when thinking of the gorgon.

"-Should I.. not?" Suddenly his tone got all cautious, a bit unsure and well noticeable compared to his usual cheery voice. 

[sirenofwar]

“I suppose it would work the same with flesh. Taking the cool, suddenly adding heat..that’s lovely, too.” The glance was noticed, of course, and Naga preened a little, flexing the thick muscle that made up most of the tail, giving the fin a little flip. 

“Staring at my tail, are we?” she chuckled, a sly smirk across her features. “It’s not often people aren’t repulsed by the more reptilian of us heroes. Find us to be monstrosities..” She stroked at the tendrils that draped her shoulders, the earrings studding down the sides shining in the light. 

[fukinchickens]

Still staring, admiring the physique of the siren, he immediately raised his eyes back to hers as she started speaking again. Not intending it to be perverted in any way, Rhasta just happened to be really curious of his fellow heroes - especially the ones with more unusual features - and having a quiet, more private time like this was not really that usual along all the battles and whatnot.

"Then eyes are wasted on people like that, nheheh! What is not to love with a tail of that kind? Strong, pretty and you can easily out-speed any being of legs!" He used his hands as he spoke, and it was clear that he was more concerned by her words than she was.

[fukinchickens]

Puts you arond Medusa's tail and runs away

“Heheh, this is something I will not complain about!“

[shadowpriest-dazzle]

Puts Shadoe Shaman in your arms and runnssss away

“Oh, hello dear Shaman!” Dazzle said with a smile on his lips. “What do you do here?”

@fukinchickens

[fukinchickens]

"No idea!" He was a bit confused of this sudden placement and wrapped his hands around the priest for support. "I guess greymages think this is funny, hehe!"

[propersmart-blog]

“Gotcha. Would offer you my coat, but…” Heh. Even so he kept his arm wrapped around the Shaman, trying his best to warm the other up. He couldn’t imagine how it could be for a troll- at least Bristle had his quills to keep him warm.

Wouldn’t be long until they managed to get through the snow to the other’s home, and hopefully it went without a hitch…

[fukinchickens]

With little effort and trouble, they managed to arrive at Rhasta’s tent. Illuminated by small lanterns filled the similar magic the shaman used in combat, it was easy to locate.

“Ah, here we are! Inside, inside!” Rhasta joyfully insisted, clumsily fiddling with the magical lock on the curtain-like door, eager to get inside in the warm. After a few mumbled curses at the failed attempts, he got the door open and stepped in - leaving it open for his guest of course.

Inside the tent was surprisingly warm, dim and it definitely had a scent of its own - a mix of herbs, spices, food and something unrecognizable. The place didn’t really have a solid floor, but a soft mattress - that you could barely see because all the non-occupied spots were covered in pillows of various sizes. “Do not.. wake them up”, he lazily mumbled from a pile of pillows and pointed at the basket in the corner.

[propersmart-blog]

Dang. He had been hoping that Rhasta would forget all about him and stumble inside on his own- but the comment suggested otherwise.

Oh well. Couldn’t hurt any.

“Roight.” He settled himself down somewhere that seemed vacant, carefully patting it before actually sitting just in case a stray snake was about. 

“Pretty cozy in here…” He only murmured, not wanting to wake the snakes up. Would hardly be polite of him. 

[fukinchickens]

"Mhmm.. yesssh", clearly almost sleeping, Rhasta sloppily untied his belt and tried to unwrap the wraps themselves. Frustrated when they got stuck on his elbows, he gave up and just picked off the few planks that were still there. A mess of half removed cloth, he cleared some of the scrolls and papers scattered around the pillows to make it more appropriate. “Pick any spot you like~”

Crawling to his usual sleeping spot - pile of soft pillows and blankets that had been formed to his shape in use - the shaman almost instantly fell asleep.

[sirenofwar]

The Siren had been enjoying a time out on the sunny rocks when she heard someone bustling down the way. Instead of lashing out in a way that seemed violent, the stranger had caught her at a comfortable time, so instead she simply stayed laid out on the rocks, raising her voice so they could hear from far away.  “And who is coming up the way, interrupting my sunbaths? A cold blooded being like myself needs this time, you know..” 

[fukinchickens]

Hearing the siren’s voice stopped Rhasta on his tracks for a moment to realize that he was the one being talked to. “Oh!” He happily changed his path towards the fish lady laying on the rocks and quickly made his way to a conversation distance.

“Heh, sorry! Did not know you enjoyed baths in the sun too.. -thought water was more to your liking?” half asking, half joking he snickered and gave her a wide smile.

[sirenofwar]

She hummed, sitting herself up and curling the large, opalescent tail around her, patting a spot on the rock beside her. “Rhasta, my friend,” She trilled happily, a smirk gracing her features. 

“The water is always lovely, but shorely ones live can’t simply be about one or the other. Warm scales once I plunge into a cool ocean? Simply sublime, wouldn’t you say? Have you ever tried it?” 

[fukinchickens]

He stared as he listened to her talk. She had such an odd voice, so clear and sharp and fun to listen to. "Well I have no scales to try with, hahah!" He hopped on one of the rocks and took a seat. "-but it is great for when it is very warm! Even with no scales", grinning, his eyes curiously wandered across her tail. Such pretty scales! He tried to hide this act as if there was something of interest in the rocks they were sitting on.

"Not as much in the cold days, makes my skin all bumpy-", he poked his arm, attempting to trigger the effect, but with no luck. "Hmh, I guess it is only in water"

[propersmart-blog]

“Gotcha. Would offer you my coat, but…” Heh. Even so he kept his arm wrapped around the Shaman, trying his best to warm the other up. He couldn’t imagine how it could be for a troll- at least Bristle had his quills to keep him warm.

Wouldn’t be long until they managed to get through the snow to the other’s home, and hopefully it went without a hitch…

[fukinchickens]

With little effort and trouble, they managed to arrive at Rhasta's tent. Illuminated by small lanterns filled the similar magic the shaman used in combat, it was easy to locate.

"Ah, here we are! Inside, inside!" Rhasta joyfully insisted, clumsily fiddling with the magical lock on the curtain-like door, eager to get inside in the warm. After a few mumbled curses at the failed attempts, he got the door open and stepped in - leaving it open for his guest of course.

Inside the tent was surprisingly warm, dim and it definitely had a scent of its own - a mix of herbs, spices, food and something unrecognizable. The place didn't really have a solid floor, but a soft mattress - that you could barely see because all the non-occupied spots were covered in pillows of various sizes. "Do not.. wake them up", he lazily mumbled from a pile of pillows and pointed at the basket in the corner.

[fukinchickens]

((srry i am late with the diary meme things, there’s still 11 in my askbox!))

[sirenofwar]

The Siren had been enjoying a time out on the sunny rocks when she heard someone bustling down the way. Instead of lashing out in a way that seemed violent, the stranger had caught her at a comfortable time, so instead she simply stayed laid out on the rocks, raising her voice so they could hear from far away.  “And who is coming up the way, interrupting my sunbaths? A cold blooded being like myself needs this time, you know..” 

[fukinchickens]

Hearing the siren's voice stopped Rhasta on his tracks for a moment to realize that he was the one being talked to. "Oh!" He happily changed his path towards the fish lady laying on the rocks and quickly made his way to a conversation distance.

"Heh, sorry! Did not know you enjoyed baths in the sun too.. -thought water was more to your liking?" half asking, half joking he snickered and gave her a wide smile.

[fukinchickens]

((also up to rp smut, so if u wanna plot/talk/yell at me, use the dumb tumblr message thing or add me on steam))

[propersmart-blog]

“Eh, depends. Go with scotch when I’m drinkin’ alone, beer if I’m in company… sometimes vodka or whiskey, but both give me one hell of a hangover.” He chucked, only a little concerned on how fast the Shaman was putting the drinks back.

“Should be careful with those mixed drinks though, mate. They can really sneak up on ya.” 

[fukinchickens]

“Sneak.. Ohoh- Oh! Right!” He stared at the empty glass in his hands and gently pushed it away. “Better not overdo it!” He turned his eyes to the currently opened up door, currently letting some chilly winter wind in.

“I guess I should… start heading home. Getting a bit sleepy here!”, he suddenly said. It was already pitch black outside and he originally planned to keep the evening short and uneventful, but he was also getting tired - waking up as early as a rooster surely does that. Rhasta wobbled off the chair, dug up some coins from his pockets and placed them on the counter. Bristle had promised to pay for at least two of the drinks, but Rhasta had drank at least three! Or maybe four.

“And if you still need a bed, I happen to have a nice place, hehehhhh!” he stretched as he laugh, which turned into a small yawn. “If you do not mind snakes, that is~”

[propersmart-blog]

Bristle put nothing on the counter, but did glance to the tender to make sure everything was proper. Seemed to be the case. 

“Don’t know about stayin’ over, but I’ll at least walk ya home. Gettin’ a bit unsteady.” 

A gentle nudge was made against the Shaman’s back, trying to get him moving in the right direction…. and at the ready, should he fall. 

[fukinchickens]

Pleased by this response, Rhasta happily guided the way towards the door.

Stepping outside from somewhere that warm and cozy was always an awful experience - especially with Rhasta's minimalist clothing. "Hehehh, hope I will not catch a cold-heheh", he snickered, hoping he'd quickly get used to the chilly weather.

"It is not that far from here.. just over this road and then a bit bittier one~ and then a right at that weird little shack thing!"

[fukinchickens]

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[propersmart-blog]

“Eh, depends. Go with scotch when I’m drinkin’ alone, beer if I’m in company… sometimes vodka or whiskey, but both give me one hell of a hangover.” He chucked, only a little concerned on how fast the Shaman was putting the drinks back.

“Should be careful with those mixed drinks though, mate. They can really sneak up on ya.” 

[fukinchickens]

"Sneak.. Ohoh- Oh! Right!" He stared at the empty glass in his hands and gently pushed it away. "Better not overdo it!" He turned his eyes to the currently opened up door, currently letting some chilly winter wind in.

"I guess I should... start heading home. Getting a bit sleepy here!", he suddenly said. It was already pitch black outside and he originally planned to keep the evening short and uneventful, but he was also getting tired - waking up as early as a rooster surely does that. Rhasta wobbled off the chair, dug up some coins from his pockets and placed them on the counter. Bristle had promised to pay for at least two of the drinks, but Rhasta had drank at least three! Or maybe four.

"And if you still need a bed, I happen to have a nice place, hehehhhh!" he stretched as he laugh, which turned into a small yawn. "If you do not mind snakes, that is~"

[fukinchickens]

How did you fall in love with Medusa?

“She had snakes. I like snakes. so I tried talking to her! similar interests, see?”, he scratched his head while trying to figure out how to better explain the situation. “She did not say much, but her voice and eyes and fangs and… hehehhh- ah! err.. well, that is pretty much how it went!”