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“Is it a crime to be mother and father of the forgotten children? Shall I be arrested and prodded for being he who cared? Nay, Says any voice of impartial reason. Let me offer you a touch of impromptu prose in lieu of my capture. I am the harvester what D A R E D.”
home – ask – rules
“Tea, Anyone?”
❅—❝It’s almost summer time, isn’t it?❞
“Indeed it is-- yet, I do enjoy the warm climate”
A fond smile befalls her face as she bends down to meet Malaki half way. Still as odd a creature as ever, but she’s used to it by now.
“So it seems- hello dear,” she says, taking one finger to gently stroke the creature.
Malaki screeched a bit before scurring away from them both. The Taxidermy let’s out a faint chuckle, cover his nose with his abnormally long fingers.
“Oh, and as shy as ever”
Indeed, the girl was lost. She loved exploring the woods; there was always mysteries in them or at the very least pretty scenery. But one wrong turn had lead to another, and here she had ended up-
Wherever here was.
She had found the cabin a few minutes ago, and sighing at sat upon the step as she thought about what to do. She didn’t want to knock on the door- Coraline knew better than to go around asking strangers in their homes to help her. A recipe for disaster, truthfully.
But then the door opened, and the girl scrambled up with a gasp. For…multiple reasons, really. One was being suddenly broken from her thoughts, two was for realizing that someone was coming out of the cabin, and three was for his appearance.
She had seen worse- God knew Coraline had seen worse- but this was…an odd sort of creepy. It still didn’t compare to the Other Mother…but Coraline treaded with caution.
“I…just sort of wandered here,” she answered truthfully, tucking a strand of blue hair behind her ear. “Er- sorry to intrude. Kinda rude of me, ahah…”
The Taxidermy noticed her stammering, staring at his being with awe and caution. However, he was extremely used to this. The creature tilted his head slightly as his black eyes stared down at the young girl along with his expressionless face.
“My dear, there is no need to be afraid. I’m terribly sorry that you are lost and may I add, it’s not rude at all.” he replied.
He gestured with his abnormally long arms towards to his cabin as he offered a cup of tea to the small child. Taxidermy was very protective of children and to know that this girl was alone this far into these woods worried him. Who knows what other creature spotted her or possibly one of his many foes.
“I beg thee, Child. It is not safe out here. Please trust me when I say I will not harm you but if you stay out here– alone you surely will.”
♥~ “Whatever for?” Emily’s brow furrowed questioningly. “You have such amazing talents, Taxidermy dear. Why not use them more?”
Taxidermy began to get a bit wary once she continued to force the question. Which was understandable-- he sure kept a lot hidden from others and the outside world but it was a safety reason.
“Well, let’s just say that there are characters that lurk near by, who’d do anything to put me back into a grave” he admitted but not quite spilling the whole truth.”
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♥~ Emily too took another sip of her tea with eyes closed in contentment. Why, she thought she’d never drink it again and the very taste of it brought fond memories of life before- of long afternoons with her father and busy days in the garden with her mother.
“Well, whatever you may call it, it’s wonderful,” she set down her cup with a wide smile. “Can you do anything else with your powers?”
Taxidermy let out a faint chuckle as one of his twig-like fingers began to rub at the edge of his nose.
“Oh, there is plenty that I could do but i’d like to keep it at a minium”
I stopped being me
such a long time ago
I don’t even remember
Who that was.
Taxidermy is everyone’s dad don’t argue with me about this.
quietly drops off a doodle of my taxidermist father looking tired/bored. Rly gross looking oh well
it’s the biggest honor for a RPer when someone says they can hear your character’s voice in your roleplay.
I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now,
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