Why Be A Wallflower, When You Could Be A Venus Flytrap?

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hat good are these damn flowers if there's no one to share them with?

Nimue huffed as approached the garden party, passing all sorts of pairs on the way. It felt like forever since she'd seen Rhiannon and if she had she might've taken her, but...no such luck. She rolled her eyes and eyed the other pathways and shadowed areas carefully, keeping her eyes peeled for some poor unfortunate soul that she was to snatch up and drag along with her.

There was no way in hell she was going to show up to this lover's fest by herself, even if she had to grab the beggar on the corner to avoid it. She had half a mind in her to abandon this silly event altogetherand just throw her rhododendron at some unsuspecting sap before hightailing it out of here and back to the Lowlands where she felt more at home.

Nimue halted across the way from the entry where she was to show her 'Ultimate Friendship Flower' to gain access to the rest of the garden party. Narrowed blue eyes glared about, one of her hind feet tapping irritably as she watched the passersby. It was only a matter of time until she caught a moth in her strategically crafted web, yet the sands in her hourglass of patience were quickly dissipating.

@Maui

art and code by Yahtzee-Penguiduck

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mephisto & sea

The streets seemed somewhat crowded tonight. Maui knew why. Her boss murmured to her something big with the nobles was about to happen. He had some in through a distant cousin or something. And that meant Maui spending some overtime in the oceans, scouring for shells that the Royals may eat out of. For the past few days, she barley got over six hours' rest in the night, before she was pushing herself back up. This morning, she met with her boss early and recalled mostly a hurried conversation of today. She was going to be helping load the shells and bring them to the Castle. 'Of course, you won't be going inside the Castle. You can just set them all in front of the gates.' The white wolf gleamed in a snarky smile before trotting off to continue on, spreading the word to his few workers that they would help out in some way or another. She barely got the chance to spit in his tracks. He was only a Royalist for the power, the wealth, that was all. So, she'd spent most of the day lugging most of the bulk shells around in tanned pelts. After this, she would be off for a couple of days. All she had to do was get through the stares of the public, grunting in disgust of her salty pelt. She was wild, untamed, and not even her job called for her to be properly groomed. She was just as low as a peasant. The working class always had been. So, she keeps her maw pointed mostly at the ground and tries to tread on lighter paws instead of the heavy footsteps she usually takes. Normally, she'd be just as rude, spitting at those who snarled at her in repugnance, but for the sake of a job, a cover, she needed to be nice. Then she could drown herself in the fermented berries. A good way to end a shitty day of work.


She didn't even notice how the night had slowly dimmed by the time she had gotten to the last of the supplies. With sweat on her brow, she wiped her face and let out a breath, taking a sip out of one of the conch shells they'd given her - to last the day. She sipped the rest of it before shaking herself out. She was something out of the sea, with salt embedded into her. Rather ugly to most of those who laid eyes on her. Then again, she'd never seen a bearded lady in Rionnach like herself. She also really didn't care what others thought of her. At the end of the night, their opinions would be forgotten in a drunken haze, anyway. Hanging onto little pieces of hatred never had been her style. She moved with the flow of the water, unless she was provoked drunken or having a bad day. After giving a look around for her boss, but he already being on the inside and her work done, she turned and left the back part of the Castle, turning around the walls to the front of it, to head home to the ashy beach she called home. Something familiar caught her off guard. It's not so much her as it is for Maui to remember someone, especially around Castle Stuart. A light scent of honeysuckle and jasmine blows through the air with the humidity of summer rain. She glances to the upcoming turn, to the main part of the Castle, and sees a woman that she'd met recently, in the brief meeting of the Voxis. She's best leaving her alone. After all, she's not in the best looking condition to meet up with a woman that looks properly dressed for a night out. She must have been heading to the King's event. There's a brief moment she wants to seek her out, a falter in her step, when she thinks of the other Voxi going into the King's territory alone. Then again, she looked as if she was waiting for someone to show. 'She'll be fine.' The back of her mind offers to her. Her dark eyes flitter away, approaching the crossway of paths.

@Nimue

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eeling eyes land upon her, she turned only to find a familiar set of eyes staring back at her, dark pearls encompassed by a messy sea of blue fur. She was the rugged woman that had emerged from the waves like an ocean God during her first encounter with Voxi. Nimue locked eyes with her until the other female averted her gaze and her lip twitched with a smirk that threatened to emerge. She snatched up her floral arrangement and made her move. Oh, no...you won't be getting away from me that easily...

Nimue's feet carried her in a path clearly aimed towards the muscle-clad warrior, her eyes wandering as she took in the woman's physique once more. Her nose lifted into the air upon her approach, sea-salt and the hint of strong liquor behind the floral scent coating her senses began to sting her nostrils and only intrigued her further.

She tossed the rhododendron towards the masculine female, regardless of whether it would be caught or steal her attention on impact. "You!" She called over to her, hoping to catch her before the tide drew her back to the deep. Nimue slowed when she came within a few tail-lengths of her acquaintance. "Whatever plans you have, cancel them. I'd like for you to accompany me to the King's ridiculous Garden Party."

@Maui

art and code by Yahtzee-Penguiduck