Collared! 🧩🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🧩
Send “Collared!” to see my muses reaction to yours putting a collar on them!
It had been done in the flash of light and Mystic had to take a couple of seconds to process what had just happened. As though scared of what he might encountered, he slithered up his hands up, paling slightly at the touch of a smooth piece encircling the circumference of his neck. By the time he figured it out, he tugged at it, mostly experimentally.
He clutched it tighter and tugged, only managing to dig said piece into his neck further. Who could’ve ever guessed Ruki would make good on his threat!?
“What in the seven rings of Hell——!?” Mystic cried out. He snapped around to face Ruki; face flashing between turning pale and burning up in red. “Did you finally lose your head!? Take this off at once!”
Blood oozed out the punctures at his shoulders and the couple on his arm from the flailing of his panic, but he appeared unbothered or perhaps hadn’t even noticed it himself.