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b33n??!? i miss yo>!!!! th3r3s so m>ch to catch up> >p on, oh gosh
“Ey! What is up sister? I’ve been, uh, well, I up and motherfuckin’ ate some motherfukin’ thing my lusus up and brought hive and it didn’t stick all right. Ain’t too smart a me, I know. He just looked so motherfuckin’ proud a himself an’ I just couldn’t go all up and disappointin’ him. I cooked it up alright but there must a been some motherfuckin’ poision or somethin’. Sorry to leave ya’ll up an’ hangin’ sis.”
To Start...
>You are ZIHLAH TAILAS, the spitting image of prim and proper, all packed into a brown blooded female clothed in a pressed suit and heeled boots. Your shoes clack softly as you make your way down the hall. You had places to be, places as in a single place, a single place as in your lady’s chambers. You were to stop by and wake her up, then to assist her in dressing, and then to stand and look pretty next to her while you wait at her beck and call.
>Whispers waft through the corridors from insignificant other servants who you don’t have the time to name. Positive notions and negative hisses fly past you as you remain calm, straight backed, as you calmly balance a tray on your arm. It consists of a simple and light pastry and an empty teacup paired with a small pot of tea for your holder.
It was a warm night a little before time to go inside, and The Petblood had been helping Chlora garden when a particularly pretty flower had caught their eye. Curiosity got the best of them as they looked it over, and unknowing they wrapped their hand around it’s prickly thorny stem, crying out in pain and withdrawing their hand when they realized the plants dangers. They then watched at white blood seeped from the small wounds, and immediately they shouted out for their caretaker, awkwardly trying to move on three limbs to find her, showing her their hand then once they did. “…owwy”
She heard the cry, but thought it might just have been them getting scared by another bug. It seemed that happened a lot. Looking up from the plants she was trimming dead leaves from, Chlora glanced around until she caught them hobbling over to her, one hand being kept off the ground. Kneeling back down as they approached, she frowned a little.
“Wait here. I’ll need to get something to pull all of those out with.”
Her return only took a couple minutes, at which point she had some things gathered up, with her poncho acting like a basket. Sitting down, she first took the tweezers so she could start taking the thorns out. “I’m going to need you to hold still for me. No flinching or it’ll hurt more.”
Ѡ from Aloven probably
You grin and reply with similar pictures of yourself. You don’t save his pictures to your phone, but you don’t delete them either
A few weeks ago, but not...too many...
The Petblood sniffed around the crowded market, clutching their newly given gift in their arms, seeming energetic and excited as they searched for their caretaker. The dress was so pretty after all. They really wanted to show them. When they stumbled upon their caretaker, they chirped joyfully, tugging on her clothing to get her attention. “prrrrrrrrt….. miss! miss look!“ the whiteblood said, sounding almost more comfortable than they’ve ever been. They leaned on the nearest stall to stand, holding up the dress. "look! nice lady gave me! …can i wear….?”
“... hmm..?” The tugging pulled her attention away from a market stall she was browsing. Her eyes glanced over to the petblood, first confusion then a smile registering on her face. “... that is lovely... of course you can wear it... but do not change in front of everyone... let’s find somewhere more secluded... and you can tell me about this ‘nice lady’...”
Closed rp with thetrollsbehindher
>The clock ticked by, minutes seemed like hours in the already slow night. A few repairs already taken care of, and one sale, those were the extents of tonight's business. Salain leaned on the counter and drummed his nails against the wood, and finally messing around on his palmhusk to keep occupied. >He looked up in surprise when the bell on the door rang. "H- Hello!"
@thetrollsbehindher
tiny babs
did my first talksprite commission, Nyiska for @thetrollsbehindher
a super cutie tho
