DoveCote

tiredtrolls stumbled upon The Dove’s Nest

tiredtrolls:

 

You looked down at the troll, wiggling your fins

Evening to you too.

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Your smile softens just a little. He doesn;t look exactly thrilled to see you, buit you don’t feel any malice in his return of your greeting.

"Thank yoou." you purr, standing up to open the door so that your guest could see inside.

The massage table could clearly be seen from outside. as could part of the velvet partition and a few shelves lined with their hand blown bottles.

"Yoou’rre welcoome too coome in and rrest, if yoou have the time."

First Raid (Dragon!Stuck)

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

"that I am most impressed with miss Lisa’s eye." you chuckle.

"I know this isn’t traditional Elvish Garb, but permit me to say it suits your excellency."

With out interrupting your conversation, the little seamstress gives him one more tunic. Silk, nearly golden with symbols of power in fine black embroidery.

You run your fingers over the tunic, feeling the symbols with your hands. You had no way of learning to read, but you can almost sense the thought behind them.

This isn’t the sort of shirt you wear every day. It’s the sort of shirt that goes over chain mail and under plate armor. This is the kind of shirt you wear into battle.

You smile openly for the first time since the strangers had entered.

You step back behind the screen and try it to check the fit. Again, it’s quite nearly perfect.

You change back into the linen shirt afterwords.

"Comfortable?" You ask. The difficulty keeping the coo and purr out of your voice was probably glaringly obvious to your mate, if not your staff.

Quietly, you wave Lisa back a step and swish the fancier of the capes across his shoulders yourself Silk lined velvet, with a gold clasp at the neck set with a tear drop cut ruby like a crystallized drop of blood.

The beautiful monarch theme carried on its full glory with black, orange, and white strips sew so cunningly together that the cape seemed to have been made all from one piece.

dathomestucker9000 started following you

dathomestucker9000:

 

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Nah, The $ubjuglat0r m;ght $h0w up aga;n later, ; d0nt wanna put any 0ther troll$ ;n danger ;f they d0.

Grracioous oof yoou.

>Granted, you are a lot more dangerous than you look, but being so small and innocuous gives you an advantage, and you have no intention of blowing cover that easily.

Soo woould yoou like soome coompany, oorr shall I let yoou keep oon yoourr way?

A’ight… Lets do this!

Back! Arrangements have been made for the NYBS. 

Our names are on the list for entry forms, and it’s gettin’ time to groom my show hopefuls.

This is going to be our first serious competition, and it looks like we will, indeed, actually be able to drive there!

So, bird stuff is done for now.

Food is warming.

Back to our regularly scheduled RP!

Holy shit…

Lovelies, my pan is straight fried on starters and I still have two more to come up with.

How do I not just samey-be?

I’mma take a break for a bit and probably play with birds.

See you soon!

Dani-mun

dathomestucker9000 started following you

dathomestucker9000:

 

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$t;ll, ;t p;$$ed me 0ff.

Kheh. Noo dooubt.

My hive isn’t verry farr frroom herre if yoou’d like too rrst and cooool doown a bit.

First Raid (Dragon!Stuck)

alterniashermits:

cotestuck:

Normally, you would have closed the screen, but you get the impression that your mate would not appreciate any one else seeing his bare chest.

There were a few different tunics, all light and long sleeved. Two flax, two cotton, deep orange with embroidery in black and white silk thread.

The two for special occasions were decorated with thin gold and silver chains.

You try each of them on in turn, finding them all to fit more or less perfectly, and settling on one of the linen shirts. You step out.

"What do you think so far?" you ask Isoria, holding out your hands.

"that I am most impressed with miss Lisa’s eye." you chuckle.

"I know this isn’t traditional Elvish Garb, but permit me to say it suits your excellency."

With out interrupting your conversation, the little seamstress gives him one more tunic. Silk, nearly golden with symbols of power in fine black embroidery.

dathomestucker9000 started following you

dathomestucker9000:

 

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nah, ; wa$ ju$t m;nd;ng my 0wn bu;$ne$$, and the guy ha$ the g0g-damned NERVE to a$k what my bl00d c0l0r wa$, when ; refu$ed t0 tell h;m, he WHACKED me ;n the face, Then ; k;cked h;m ;n the bulge and ran 0ff, B0Y wa$ he p;$$ed!

It’s kinda theirr joob. 

Therre arre coonse-coo-ences foorr them rrefusing it just like therre arre foorr us getting caught.

>The downside to being Empathic is that you have no choice but to see things from all sides.

skytrolls has found the tree you’re resting in.

Being off the ground makes you feel more secure, so when you’re not with your quadrants or tending the Shop, you’re usually up a tree, observing the wildlife.

dathomestucker9000 started following you

dathomestucker9000:

 

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d0nt w0rry, ; l0$t them at lea$t 7 m;les back when they ran ;nto a tree.

All the same, I’d feel better if we made oourrselves scarrce foorr a bit.

Werre yoou oon yoourr way soomewherre befoorre being chased?