#mums-here

[sage-niao]

[[[Starter for @mums-here]]] Sage smelled something /odd/. It didn't smell like an elf. Elves smelled like /fruits/ and /roots/ and other plant-y things. This creature smelled like /fur/ and /scales/ and something else she couldn't describe. It was sort of purple-y and shiny if that had a taste. Perhaps it was like her. Sage moved from tree to tree, causing a slight rustle, before seeing the man. He /looked/ like an elf, but with different colors and strange clothing. Her ears drooped when she realized the man /wasn't / like her. Anyways, the hybrid found the man's hair mesmerizing. She hadn't seen anything like it and wanted to touch it. However, she knew from previous experiences that touching brightly colored things was dangerous. So she settled with getting closer. She silently made it to some bushes behind the man, her tail flicking in excitement.

[abeastnamedani-blog]

Trapped![Starter for Mums-Here]

//I just got this idea and had to write it out. I hope it's ok! @mums-here The pain was terrible, tears springing to her eyes as she rocked back and forth on the ground, a whining sound escaping her lips despite her efforts to remain silent. Her fingers clawed at the earth, her tail whipping back and forth in agony. The steel traps jaws sunk deeper into her flesh, causing the bone underneath to crack with the pressure. Blood flowed heavily from the wound, staining the grass around her crimson. She felt herself getting weaker, her attempts to shift into her much larger form failing. She cursed herself silently for wandering the forest in her weaker humanoid form, and for having not noticed the trap as she crossed the clearing. She struggled harder, teeth clenching as her leg bone gave way and fractured. Her vision blurred and she lay still against the ground, trying to stay awake, trying to think of some way to escape. Her ears twitched at a sound in the distance, of something approaching. She willed herself to stand, but collapsed and nearly blacked out. Growling under her breath she drug herself into the brushed that lined the clearing, attempting to hide from whatever was coming her way.

[saltedcrow-blog]

@mums-here

There were places in the Isle of Skye where magic still reigned supreme. The large swaths of mountainous terrain inhabited by creatures that outsiders had not seen for centuries. Rumors spread of caves upon the black mountains where wishes could be granted but the fog itself was noxious. None of Skye was faint of heart, nor indeed were most of the Hebrides. People rarely visited, and those who ventured into parts unknown were not that likely to return sane, if at all.

It was in the black mountains that the worst creatures roamed. There was rumor of dragons, of werewolves and skinchangers. There was rumor of magic, ancient and twisted and places where the fair folk still flew their flags. There was rumor even of the pooka plying their devilish trade and selkies on the shore. If fairies indeed ruled the land they did not ken Oberon their fair King, but something else entirely. This was a land as cursed as it was beautiful, and through the dark of the foggy night howls split the ears of all who listened and tugged at their heartstrings.

It was in this lawless land that a creature now laid broken. It was an overlarge wolf, bloody pawed and ravaged. Blood leaked from its nose, and one ear hung ragged. It breathed still, breath another bit of fog in the cold of the night. For now, it didn’t rise. Rumors had abounded of this, a wolf where for over a century now all had claimed the species absence. Its silver fur looked odd, partially curled in places, and thin. If this was indeed the last wolf in Scotland it did not look as if it would live much longer.

[roommate-muses]

@mums-here

“I um..” Wode looked down at herself and sighed. She had been out gathering ingredients for a curse and it seemed that she had spooked some kind of creature. “I think I spooked something back there.” She chuckled. “I’m not sure what it was though, magical creatures aren’t really my thing.” 

[ofsalamandereyes]

send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower

send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower

Newt had been staying with the Goldsteins during a visit to New York to present at a conference on magical zoology. Tina was boiling some water for tea one morning whilst Newt showered when she heard singing coming from the bathroom. A smirk printed itself on her face as she listened to Newt singing the entire Hogwarts school song. By the time he’d come out of the shower, she had prepared a pot of tea for the two of them and she was sat nibbling on biscuits, trying her best not to giggle when he entered the room. 

[mums-here-blog]

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[loki-ceo-of-mischief]

@mums-here

It was late, no humans were around in Central Park at this time, which made it easier for her to move around. The massive, pale Rex looking creature was slowly walking along the trees, and towards Central Park Zoo. The creature was hungry, hoping to find something that would sate its hunger. Slow, heavy footsteps that gave off light tremors, noticeable only if one was close enough to the creature.

Planting its clawed hands down on the ground, she sniffed around, letting out short huffs, picking up numerous scents. All intriguing in their own way.

Getting up, the large beast kept going until she was inside the zoo, surveying the place for anything to eat. Noticing a hippo, sleeping on a heap of grass alone, it would make the perfect meal. Making her way over to the enclosure, the large creature was being quiet. Massive jaws unhinged and snapped forward, grabbing the animal by it’s torso, carrying it to the other side of the enclosure, not caring much for the squealing sounds the hippo made.

Once she had a proper grip on her prey, the large creature made her way out of the zoo, and further into the more forested areas of Central Park, finding a quiet spot where she could eat the animal in peace.

[occultatum-blog]

@mums-here requested a Starter.

❝ – Echoes of his image shimmered like the shadows of the sun reflecting in the waters of an ocean; his thoughts projected against brick walls while he drifted like a dream, and from a fraction of himself Credence’s thin body slowly collected into existence. They had been so quick to kill him- destroyed him without a second thought. How many days did he spend in this sleepless suspension? In a somber way it held the peace he had always sought, and in a regretful way it reminded him of how frozen his life had been up to this point. Every sound seemed to be swallowed by a void of silence, and as the days crawled he remained halted in that same corner near the docks of New York until at a time he couldn’t recall, Barebone’s body finally became his own. Chestnut hues fluttered open upon hearing the scuff of footsteps so close by, wavering and flickering vision adjusting to the light pouring in from the sun that raised itself against the buildings in Manhattan before regaining the sensation of a morning frost dusting his skin, Credence letting out a weak cough before swallowing dryly. Who..? – ❞