It's a Strange World, After All - A mythical role play

[Garjzla]

( Ok! We'll be sure to start a war then!

Jk!

)

(Great! Make sure you kill the queen and make yourself king!

)

 

[NickyKnack]

(Great! Make sure you kill the queen and make yourself king!  )

( bad grammar intended)
(It ain't easy being queen. Or king or Psychopathic bad guys. Trust me, I know! But you're not getting out of it that easy! )

 

[NickyKnack]

Leydren awoke early and opened the wooden shutter on her window. She looked out as the sunshine crested over the mountain. She breathed in the damp air of dewy morning. She watched for a time, before she made to get ready for the day. She choose her dress, washed uo and took the rags from her curls. She shook her head as the ringlets fell to her shoulders. A simple cheek pinch, some lip gloss and she was ready to head down to first meal.

 

[StarrNico]

Angela woke and stretched out her wings and fluffed her feathers as she took stock of the area surrounding the tree she had slept in for the night. She stretched again then took off to find an early breakfast

 

[PoesAccomplice]

Sino woke up, and headed to go back to the gloomy dungeon, secretly hoping he would meet Lyra again.

 

[PoesAccomplice]

Angela woke and stretched out her wings and fluffed her feathers as she took stock of the area surrounding the tree she had slept in for the night. She stretched again then took off to find an early breakfast

(Are you on?)

 

[Bantambird]

Emily was already hard at work several hours by the time the sun was rising. The events of the night had her tripping over her own feet. She had already received a few jarring blows from the kitchen maid over several mistakes this morning. Emily forced herself awake, trying to keep up. This morning's menu was cupped soft boiled eggs and fresh sourdough, along with the rest of an English breakfast, including bacon, sausages, and potatoes. There were several kettles on with different tea varieties, along with plenty of fresh cream and a lump of butter. There was a small bowl of sugar for the tea. The garden had yielded fresh cantaloupe, so a number had been sliced and prepared for the table too. Emily got to work scrubbing the heavy iron skillets and pots, stirred the day's stockpot batch, and kept the floors clean, kept the scullery fire and the kitchen fire with wood, and helped gather in produce from the gardens and the farmyards.

 

[Bantambird]

Magatha opened her eyes, shaking her feathers and fluffing herself out, shaking her sleep away. The hens around her were following suit, and all of them preened themselves for a few minutes before any of them started hopping off the roosts. Magatha flew to the coop door, waiting for her ladies to finish theirmorning routine. The hens milled around a bit, then gathered at the door, eager to get outside for water and breakfast. They knew that there was a possibility of fresh kitchen scraps near the scullery door, and after stopping by the bird baths and drinking fountains in the gardens for drinks, Magatha allowed them to scurry over to check what could be in the pickings before it went to the pigs. Magatha glided over them, staying in her magpie shape for ease of movement.

 

[Bantambird]

Acan opened his eyes, untucking his hooked beak from its resting spot under his useless wing. He stood up partway, shifting back to his human shape to climb down the ladder from his loft.

 

[StarrNico]

(Are you on?)

(Angela is open to play with anyone. I was busy all day)