(aaaa my writing is really rusty)
Username:T3TR1F13D!
Name:Myriad
Gender:Male
Bedtime story:"Long ago-" "Get to the exciting part! I don't want the boring introductiooonnnn..." Myriad whined. "Bedtime stories aren't exactly meant to only be exciting, but I'll try my best. But all stories need introductions, do they not? I'll make it short. Promise." "No, tell me a different story!"
"There once was a fluffy, fussy, long dog who wouldn't go to sleep named Myriad. Not even at three in the morning. He was a little brat that wouldn't pay attention to the fact that other people go to sleep. So he was smothered when he actually went to sleep after what felt like fifty million years. The end. "NO. No, no, no, no. Don't tell a story about me dying again! Tell me my favorite, the one about the little witch." "I thought you hated that one because it wasn't exciting enough, but alright."
"Once upon a time, there was a little witch named Widow. She was afraid of spiders, yet that was what she could create. Webs filled her house, spiders crawled across the floor, and spider eggs were under every single piece of furniture. She couldn't handle being able to create what she feared--she'd much rather hide from it all! Widow tried everything she could to get rid of the spiders, but she could not.
Her hat was filled to the brim with webs and eggs, and every day she swore she could feel spiders crawling up and down her body (and they probably were). One day little Widow decided she had enough, and called her friend, a water witch named Lotus, to flood her house and take the spiders away. Lotus was rather hesitant, but quietly agreed. Although witch houses were quite resilient, Widow's house was a treehouse! Oh, the water damage that could be done, and those poor spiders! Their home, their eggs, would they not all be taken away?
Though it worked for a day, the spiders came back, and Widow had to try again. Next she looked to Leo, a male witch who specialized in fire. She wanted him to burn the eggs, the webs and the spiders themselves. But what would that do to the treehouse? It already had mold growing from the water! As her house was burned by the flames (hopefully along with the spiders), Widow hadn't thought much about that.
And yet they came back again. Widow's house now had holes alongside the mold, and was still filled with spiders. So she tried one last time, calling Wren, a witch who specialized in birdkeeping. Wren sent out some rather hungry sparrows to eat the spiders, yet despite this they still returned! Widow never used magic to create more (and she was sure all of the eggs were gone), and at this point she had become suspicious.
So Widow called a witch named Rena, a lady who specialized in enchantments. And there it was on the house, an enchantment that caused spiders to appear no matter what! Rena removed the enchantment rather quickly; as it was quite simple, and through the wear and tear Widow's house had taken, she was surprised it hadn't already been broken.
...Oh God, what should she do to fix her house now?"
Myriad was fast asleep, curled up in a ball without a sound. "Strange little thing you are, Myriad."
Why does Myriad like the story so much?:Myriad can relate to it. He's a talented painter, but has a fear of paintings! He would go to any length to destroy one painting, no matter how irrational. And it's just as simple as the enchantment removed in the story, you just throw it out or sell it.
Username:T3TR1F13D!
Name:Myriad
Gender:Male
Bedtime story:"Long ago-" "Get to the exciting part! I don't want the boring introductiooonnnn..." Myriad whined. "Bedtime stories aren't exactly meant to only be exciting, but I'll try my best. But all stories need introductions, do they not? I'll make it short. Promise." "No, tell me a different story!"
"There once was a fluffy, fussy, long dog who wouldn't go to sleep named Myriad. Not even at three in the morning. He was a little brat that wouldn't pay attention to the fact that other people go to sleep. So he was smothered when he actually went to sleep after what felt like fifty million years. The end. "NO. No, no, no, no. Don't tell a story about me dying again! Tell me my favorite, the one about the little witch." "I thought you hated that one because it wasn't exciting enough, but alright."
"Once upon a time, there was a little witch named Widow. She was afraid of spiders, yet that was what she could create. Webs filled her house, spiders crawled across the floor, and spider eggs were under every single piece of furniture. She couldn't handle being able to create what she feared--she'd much rather hide from it all! Widow tried everything she could to get rid of the spiders, but she could not.
Her hat was filled to the brim with webs and eggs, and every day she swore she could feel spiders crawling up and down her body (and they probably were). One day little Widow decided she had enough, and called her friend, a water witch named Lotus, to flood her house and take the spiders away. Lotus was rather hesitant, but quietly agreed. Although witch houses were quite resilient, Widow's house was a treehouse! Oh, the water damage that could be done, and those poor spiders! Their home, their eggs, would they not all be taken away?
Though it worked for a day, the spiders came back, and Widow had to try again. Next she looked to Leo, a male witch who specialized in fire. She wanted him to burn the eggs, the webs and the spiders themselves. But what would that do to the treehouse? It already had mold growing from the water! As her house was burned by the flames (hopefully along with the spiders), Widow hadn't thought much about that.
And yet they came back again. Widow's house now had holes alongside the mold, and was still filled with spiders. So she tried one last time, calling Wren, a witch who specialized in birdkeeping. Wren sent out some rather hungry sparrows to eat the spiders, yet despite this they still returned! Widow never used magic to create more (and she was sure all of the eggs were gone), and at this point she had become suspicious.
So Widow called a witch named Rena, a lady who specialized in enchantments. And there it was on the house, an enchantment that caused spiders to appear no matter what! Rena removed the enchantment rather quickly; as it was quite simple, and through the wear and tear Widow's house had taken, she was surprised it hadn't already been broken.
...Oh God, what should she do to fix her house now?"
Myriad was fast asleep, curled up in a ball without a sound. "Strange little thing you are, Myriad."
Why does Myriad like the story so much?:Myriad can relate to it. He's a talented painter, but has a fear of paintings! He would go to any length to destroy one painting, no matter how irrational. And it's just as simple as the enchantment removed in the story, you just throw it out or sell it.
