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[pervasivescariness]

"If ye yet in a fight and ye had yer lover and her best friend in the right with ye, which would ye choose if ye could only save one?"

Bee considered her scaled companion's question for a moment with a thoughtful curl of her tail. Her immediate answer, of course, was that there would never be a situation in which she did not offer herself in place of her loved ones, thereby ensuring both lover and friend lived. This, however, was not the sort of answer Caur was looking for, she felt...and so Bee contemplated the situation further. To condemn either lover or friend to death in order to save the other; it was the sort of choice that she felt would be impossible to realistically make. Bee's fingers found her necklace, slowly curling about the red stone as her mind wandered through familiar faces. One particular golden gaze caught her mind's eye as she ran her thumb along the polished stone, her answer becoming immediately clear."I would save my best friend." Bee's concentrated frown had broken, a sly smile emerging as she declined further elaboration, leaving Caur to speculate upon the reasons for her answer.

===Thank you for the ask friend! <3

[glowinggunmetal]

🌈

The absolute joy I have every time I see your discord icon and the feeling of “What is Caur up to!!!” will never go away - I love that I have been able to become a summonable god of beverages, and that you think so wonderfully and sweetly of folks and check in is showing how sweet a soul you have.  You are a delight and a treasure to drop in and see, and I love when we catch up. <3  

[songbirds-and-bows]

Iris — "Your friendship means so much to me”

Taking the flower in hand Koke twirled the bloom, giving Caur a look filled with humor - and endearment.  “[♪Who knew that a friendship born from the need to fish up eels would last so long, scale sister, or be so enjoyable for both?♪]”  The iris was set in her hand for a moment before she impishly leaned forward and tapped one of Caur’s larger horns.

“[♪Just between our horns, it is good to have song or speech with someone familiar, no matter how far your feet have wandered, and I would miss your notes if you were to go too far away, my friend.  Make sure your path doesn’t take you beyond a realm we can both travel to.♪]”

[pervasivescariness]

☆  Holiday Commission for @fiddle021 ! ☆

Rhoe is such a cutie, it’s always a pleasure to draw her! Thank you for commissioning me for this!

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[pervasivescariness]

[OCTOBER . 14 . 2017]

MUMMY - Caur

@fiddle021

Late on posting these but they did get done at least! So sorry for the spam but here we go! Here is a mummy Caur all bandaged up and possibly super dead who knows, could just be a costume! :O All the bandage textures really killed my hand which is hilarious to me cause I always complain about having to do scales...only to turn around and do this. Ah well, it at least came out nicely~

[glowinggunmetal]

A-ARE FAIRIN THE GARLEAN VAMPIRE HUNK?!

Beside his morning tea was another note.

Picking the paper up the man squinted his eyes.

“I just would like you to know,” he said casually to the drunken moogle that was sprawled across his workbench, three bottles of booze around it as it snoozed a drunk-sounding, warbling ‘kupooooo’ in it’s sleep, “that I don’t hold you responsible.”

He paused.

“Well, for the drinking, I do.  But you buggers never pay back for the booze.”

[steel-and-aether]

🌋

I remember when I had t’ drag that lass from her room when they started shouting in tha’ foul tongue on the company line... wonder how they’re doing?

[steel-and-aether]

⏳

Head bent as she sat hunched over, Aran was rubbing her eyes, muttering softly between the pounding between her temples.

“I still think, sometimes, about going home.  Not to Gyr Abania, but the place we lived, see who was still there.  See whose house was fine, from all the years, who begged to be alive, who gave up their pride and was no better than a dog.  See who it was who listened at the walls or window or door, whoever it was, see if they survived the occupation, if they sold out more families so that their life would be better and that they could eat.” Her voice was low, rambling, head making a curtain.

“I used to have the notice, kept it like it would tell me something.  Ripped from the door, the house destroyed.  I never took anything, I knew I had to leave, had to get out, but I can smell the blood.  Mum wouldn’t have gone quietly, but then again neither would Da - wonder which of them were the ones who left some sod’s skull caved in on the floor, blood tacked.  There were flies in it, I can’t forget that, no drink ever fixes recalling things.  You just sit there, watching, and sometimes you remember it all perfectly, even with drink, even with anything.  Nothing makes it go away and their dead eyes stare at you.”