ardent

Turn Off the Sun

Mort/Odette/Etc



Iolaire

Somnium

Master Healer (250)

Master Intellectual (250)

An icon representing the specialty Professor Professor
age
10 Years
gender
Female
gems
100
size
Small
build
Light
posts
787
player
Res2

Silver Medal 2020Christmas 2019Trick 2019Promptober 2019
05-04-2020, 03:55 AM
Find #3




The night had been long. They had been loud and raucous. They had screamed and cried. They let loose and voiced their fears, hopes and frustrations. They had spent time together as siblings who loved one another should. There had been no judgements; only polite criticism and their own different views on certain situations. There had been a lot of mead. A LOT of mead.

It was the sun that roused her first. The chickens had retreated out into the yard to peck dirt, but Io was still inside. A ray of sun blasted her in the face through the little window and the woman hissed. Too bright. Too bright! Tucking her head under one arm, she fell back asleep. It was some time later that she felt a nudge. The sleeping woman released a low murmur, still intent on clinging to sleep. The nudge pulled her dreams into the waking world, however, and she began to mumble in her sleep. "Turn the....music up. My heart...feel like'n alligator."

When the second nudge came, the woman cracked an eye. She groaned and growled, the green and gold riddled with red veins. The sun... it was still too damn bright. Bloody hell was her head pounding. She didn't even realize that Mort was standing next to her at first. Pushing herself to a sitting position, the hungover woman winced, eyes squinting to block out the light. "What? Mort.... What?" She tilted her head a bit, still trying to wrap her head around just what had happened. Feathers stuck to the side of her face that had been mashed against the floor. There were various feathers stuck in her black and silver pelt simply from the chickens roosting on her. She looked at herself a bit and made a hmmph sound.

Oh... Oh gods... Stumbling out of the coop, Iolaire barely had time to roll herself over the fence before she got sick all over the grass. The rank smell of fermented, half digested mead steamed into the winter air. "Aaaaagh....." Was her only reply. If her fur could turn colors, she would have looked a little green.

"Speech"


Io has a dwarf caribou companion and a snow leopard companion. Assume they aren't with her unless stated otherwise.




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