Good Change Happens Slowly

usuallybanging:


Its funny because it works for either one of them.

Nilbe, what is Tylora like? It doesn't sound like you like him much more than Feralin.
Anonymous

Nilbe frowns, rubbing her temples. “He’s the vampiric representative of the Underground District Court, and though he’s only had the position just over thirty years, he holds as much power as the person who had his job before him. He’s essentially the head of the entire court. And he’s a flipping child! I mean that quite literally, actually. Tylora turned as a child, and as such still retains a child’s body. I almost wish I could kick the ornery brat without feeling any guilt over it.”

usuallybanging:

drawing satch happy is odd but quite nice

usuallybanging:

drawing satch happy is odd but quite nice

apersonificationofenvy:

He poked Satch more once he said it tickled. Beni turned a brighter colour at the compliment. "I-I…Tha-Thank you! I-I think." He still hadn’t moved his hands from in front of his face.

Satchel squirms against the back of Beni’s neck, snickering and holding onto the sin’s shoulder to stay on him. He leans over to look at Beni’s face, pouting when Beni doesn’t uncover it. All he can see is the spread of green. “C’mon, you don’t need to hide your face, Beni…”

-The woman is so cool.- So if-if Tylora knows, then the vampire can c-convince others to vote F-Feralin out?
Anonymous

"Yes. It would hardly even need a vote." She fights back a yawn, and cracks her back, sighing. "By the way, did that trip take a toll on you? Other than seeing what you did?"

Monarchofthemorgue started following you.

monarchofthemorgue:

Jasper opens their mouth to respond, but head whips around to look at the tiger. They’re surprised to hear him speak at first, but then it clicks what exactly he just said. They tilt their head curiously, looking to Danny for some sort of explanation perhaps, before they suddenly sense another presence nearby. They look in the direction Delara looked before, eyes narrowed curiously. It could now be obvious that to whoever is there—hiding, it seems—they have been found out.

There’s a movement in the branches, and the being hiding in them twitches when Jasper looks his way. Shit. The leaves rustle, and a few purple strands whip just out of the cover of the leaves as he climbs deeper into the tree, and jumps to another, then another. Danny pales, staring in the same direction, and grabs her spellbook, in case it comes any closer…but it seems like they’re starting to retreat.

Monarchofthemorgue started following you.

monarchofthemorgue:

They take note of Danny’s covering of her torn sleeve. “Mm, that may have been wise.” Jasper wanders over to Danny’s side, looking back at the forest. “So do you think your defender might have stood a chance against your attacker? Anything could have happened, by now…” They seem to keep on smiling regardless of the atmosphere or words that come from their mouth; though their lips are mostly hidden, that much is still apparent.

"…I’m not sure of they would. They seemed kind of protective of me but they hid behind me at first too." She rubs her arm, and shakes her head. Delara sits up, kitty nose twitching as he sniffs the air, facing the part of the treeline Danny and Jasper had come from, quiet, and still.

The boy still reeks the same, he thinks to himself, and he lays down, putting his paws over his nose. “I hate the smell of death…” He whines.

H-How are you going to inform them about what happened? They m-might not believe you if you just tell them a-and time traveling p-propably takes a lot of energy.
Anonymous

"It doesn’t take that much out of me." Though she leans on the counter, covering up the fib. She’s not used to these new powers yet, and every time she moves through the timeline, it feels like jet lag, but worse. "I’ll have to inform the highest representative. Tylora’s the one mostly in charge, the little vampiric runt. As it is, Feralin has been on thin ice since he got his damn position. All Tylora needs is an excuse to kick him out."

Why would anybody want boobs?
Anonymous

Danny fidgets with the pullstrings of her hoodie, trying not to look down at herself, as eager as she is. “Well I…wasn’t exactly given a pair naturally.”

Take care of what now, exactly?
Anonymous

"Whatever she wants me to take care of." Satchel grins.