TELL ME PRETTY LIES && story-time.

[ONISION.]

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ONISION M.F.

— WHEN WE'RE IN YOUR BED

[size=8pt]tags - plotting - reference

the ascendants
- lunar lieutenant
mentors watson
10 months old

physically varies
easy to piss off

demihomosexual
homoromantic

tsundere asshole
dating alexander

were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius

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If one were to have told Oni that he needed a break, he probably would have agreed with them. He didn't know how to be honest with himself or others, he was surprised that his own boyfriend even tolerated his stupid, stubborn ass. He knew that Alex loved him, and he adored and loved the lupine in return, but he always felt that maybe- just maybe- he could be honest more often. Maybe then everyone wouldn't hate him, maybe then he'd be respected.

Well, that never really happened.

Slowly, the male had settled down on the ground in the hall, pulling out a few books from his bag before setting them onto the ground, opening the first book up to the first page. "Yo! I'm hosting a story time for the kids or whoever, I'm gonna be telling some legends and stuff." Onision meowed, his eye twitching in annoyance at the fact that he even thought of communicating with other people.

Shocking, he knew. Fuck off.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

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[darci]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; text-align: justify;"]Story time? You could count the little tabby in. He always enjoyed listening to stories, when his mother was feeling well and not bed ridden. The stories she told always revolved around the same basic concept: The hero goes on an adventure, seeks revenge for the loss of his wife, comes home, and learns to live a new life. It was a rather sad story, but the way she told it, the story always sounded so grand and exciting. Rodion always aspired to be that hero, though, the part where they lost their loved one could be scratched out. Trotting over a little too quickly, the child lost his balance and flipped forward, his coordination not the best. Rolling around for a moment, he finally found his paws. Shaking off the dust, the child proceeded forward as if nothing had happened.

"I wanna listen mister!" he shouted, almost a little too loudly. "What kinda legends? Like super cool superheros or... or somethin' about dragons?" Roidon was getting a bit too excited about this. He hoped it was about dragons for he thought they were the coolest thing ever. While he had never seen one with his own eyes, he would always be on the lookout.

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]Agathe was no child and yet, upon hearing Oni's call, the snow leopard abandoned the book whose pages she could not read in favor of approaching. She didn't appear particularly interested in whatever tale the Lunar Lieutenant might weave, and all but flat out refused to reveal that her real reason for being here was to ensure that he didn't bring a child to tears with uncouth and distasteful words. She felt little towards kids in general but felt obligated to serve as a babysitter - even if the title made bile itself rise in her throat. Babysitter. Agathe Ashyver, heir of the Ironbeaks, was now a babysitter. Her grandmother would order the execution in a heartbeat if she discovered what she had become.

Blinking a few times to dismiss her thoughts, Agathe would glance at Rodion. As she expected, his mother still had yet to retrieve him, but at least he seemed pleasantly excited about the promise of stories. She almost envied the sense of enthusiasm and wonder he exuded, bitter memories of her own, iron-forged childhood rushing to greet her from the recesses of her mind. She remained the picture of casual indifference regardless, merely ripping away her gaze to glare threateningly at Oni. It was time to see what he intended to tell this child and if it was appropriate enough to guarantee her silence. 

[CLEMENTINE P.]

▹▹▹▹ Oh, Clementine loved stories! Most of her time, given how sick she often was, was spent in their house reading through her dad's collection of books and fairy tales. Many of them she had read at least three times; others were in French, or had little annotations from her father's late mother, Lottie, written in such a careful, graceful hand that sometimes Clementine stopped just to admire the elegent script, something that her own little paws could not yet duplicate. Stories were other worlds, worlds better than her own, at times, where the world was scary, or lonely, or just plain sad. Clementine found comfort in this, being able to be something that she wasn't, not having to face her own insecurities. Perhaps it was a coping mechanism, or simply a hobby, but it could not be denied.

Regardless, the little serval perked up like many others at the call for story time, her little paws quickly picking her way through the territory to join the voice that had initially called it out. Joining the few people gathering around Oni, who was seemingly the designated speaker of the day, Clementine set her little rump down onto the ground as she turned her gaze up high to give her full attention to the man, as was polite, her little ears twitching excitedly. "Dragons are neat," she agreed softly, speaking up more hesitatantly than it had been for her to come and sit among others. "Can we hear a legened about that, please?"

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ONISION M.F.

— WHEN WE'RE IN YOUR BED

[size=8pt]tags - plotting - reference

the ascendants
- lunar lieutenant
mentors watson
10 months old

physically varies
easy to piss off

demihomosexual
homoromantic

tsundere asshole
dating alexander

were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius

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"Dragons?" Oni meowed, rolling the creature's name around in his brain. He was wracking his brain for any memories of dragon lores he had read about in the hundreds of books his mothers had read to him. Well, they could have told him one- Oh, yeah!

With a snicker towards Agathe, Onision began to tell his story, pushing his books away from him so he could sit up. "Alright, I've got a story you'd like about dragons. Come sit, we'll start it now." Oni meowed, his tone softening as he waited for the kids to gather and settle down began he started.

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman, loved by all in her kingdom. She had many lovers, but could never feel happy enough with them. She had claimed her first husband wasn't rich enough, her second wasn't handsome enough, and her third husband wasn't kind enough. Then, she met a prince. The prince of the kingdom, to be exact. He was everything she had ever wanted; Kind, Rich, and Handsome. Ontop of that, he also had the fame and royal status that she had always dreamed of. The woman fell in love with the prince, and tried to court him, but he would never turn her way." Onision's voice deepened as he laid down, his claw tracing the spine of a book as he rested his breath, before continuing again.

"He never looked at her, never felt the same. "but i'm the most beautiful woman in the kingdom! why wont he love me?!" the woman found herself crying to her friends, her voice shrill with agony.
"have you not heard the rumors? they say the prince has fallen in love with a gypsy!" her friend shrieked, obviously happy to gossip about such things.
"if he can't love me, i'll just have to make him love me. i'll have that gypsy killed." the woman stated, before disappearing into a rumored forest- haunted by spirits of the past, and a god. When she met the God, she told him her idea- her plan of killing the gypsy. This enraged the God, for he wasn't one to condone the murder of innocents. So, the God told the woman that if she didn't correct her views, if she killed the gypsy, she would turn into the thing the kingdom most despises."

"Many months had gone by, and the gypsy had been seen with the prince everywhere he went. There were rumors that the prince had plans to propose, but the woman had other ideas. If she couldn't have her beloved prince, she would kill the one who kept him from her. And so, she paid an assassin to kill the gypsy. When the assassin had returned in the dead of night, having done the job, the woman had begun to grow scales. Black scales, as if they were scorched by the sun itself. The God wasn't joking- she was slowly turning into something the kingdom had feared- a dragon."

"One night, the scaled-skin woman had walked into town, hood over her head. She had heard the gossip about the prince mourning, angered at the assassin which had killed his soon to be fiance. The woman was enraged. Why couldn't he just let the gypsy go? Didn't he know she loved him? Why couldn't she have him? Taken over by rage and envy, the woman had transformed into a dragon, burning down the town square to ashes, killing many."

"When the prince had recieved news of a dragon in the kingdom, wrecking havoc, he had a plan put together immediately. He would slay the dragon himself, and put the dragon's head on a pike outside of the kingdom for trespassers to see. He mourned his beloveds death, and this was a way to ensure it would never happen again. So, riding off to battle, the prince steeled himself with his legendary sword and armor."

Once he arrived, the prince held his sword out, shouting "Dragon! You have killed enough innocents! The kingdom will cheer when your death has come!". This enraged the dragon, and the battle began. It was long, most of the prince's army was destroyed by the dragon herself, but she was terribly wounded towards the end. Her wings had been mangled to no return, and with a mighty heave of his legendary sword, the prince beheaded the dragon. Those who were safe from harm had cheered for the safety of the kingdom, but the spirit of the beautiful woman had never passed on."

Onision leaned closer, a grin on his face. "Some say that the spirit of the woman lurks in an old Observatory, condemning those who felt the same envy as she did- jealous of their ability to continue living, while she was cursed to live in the afterlife." He made up the last sentence, of course, but who cared? He could scare the kids enough to behave- enough to not get envious- hopefully.

"The end. Want another?"

all you give me is a heartbeat —

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