[Gadgetrocks]

Username:
Keldine Name:
Keldine Gender:
Prompt/form: (Animation, maybe?)

Mark!

[ethium]

literal screaming
let me in meme
this is my mark omgsdhgl

[₊˚ʚ꒷ ₊˚Mallow₊˚ ‧₊]

Username: Jolly rabbit
Keldine Name: Snukia
Keldine Gender: Male
Prompt/form: Art+Animation+ 200 words wip

[Breado]

Username: Breado
Keldine Name:
Keldine Gender: f
Prompt/form:
animation wip

*cries* i've been wanting to make a medusa kel since the beginning; inspiration, don't fail me now;.;

[justamindset]

Username: DragonOfEmber
Keldine Name: Meduza
Keldine Gender: Fem
Prompt/form:
Think Ed and Venom

[(crow)]

Mark

[witchcrafting]

marking

[avianAnnihilator]

Mark!!

[Nines]

Username: nierhend
Keldine Name: Medea
Keldine Gender: Female
Prompt/form:

The hideout is musty, damp with the scent of mildew and disuse. It’s disgusting really. Medea kicks a box in the corner and the rotted wood easily crumbles, spilling out its contents of gunpowder and biscuits. Really, which idiot had decided to store them together? It mattered not. the damp had claimed both and combined them into a disgusting mess of ballista and foodstuffs.

Nothing here is salvageable, so she abandons her quest for supplies, but as she ducks out of the storage room, one of her snakes brushes against the slick roof and recoils, hissing intensely enough to aggravate the rest of her brood. She sighs, before hissing to them lovingly

"Ssssh, my children, allssss well. Mother issss here to protect you."

It takes a few moments, enough time for one to bite at another, but they've settled down by the time she enters the main room. Here they are, her beautiful misfits, scavenged from the underbelly of the city, the very best of the very worst. Her Obsidians. Yet, after tonights disaster, they've been forced into hiding to lick their wounds, something that burns her pride to see. But even in defeat, her heart swells at the sight of their resilience. Magelights glow with warmth, illuminating them as they dress their wounds and repair their gear. They're survivors, all of them. They wouldn't be here otherwise.

She sees heads lift and eyes meet her gaze as she enters the room, but she dismisses them with a wave of her hand. She has other matters to tend to first. From hidden sheathes inside her jacket, she pulls out daggers, selecting one and holding it up to her snakes. One automatically moves forwards and she guides it's jaws to the blade.

As the snake bites down, it’s teeth slip neatly into grooves on the blade, draining venom into an interior chamber. What was a Queen of Snakes without her fangs? And truly they were fangs worthy of royalty, especially with how much it had cost to have them made. Still, she would pay that price again tenfold as they were what allowed her to properly harness the abilities of her snakes.

She continues to fill them one by one, hoping to let the monotonous work distract her from her thoughts. Despite her usual bravado, the defeat weighs on her, curling in her stomach like a viper. Even after all these years, failure is difficult for her to accept.

Deep in thought, she fails to notice the figure approaching her until he speaks.

"Will our Mistress of poisons and venoms be joining us tonight?"

Even among her crew of flotsam and jetsam, this young man stands out. Unlike the majority of the Obsidians who wear practical linen and leather, he wears a beautiful silk shirt that was once snow white, but is newly dyed with splatters of someone else’s blood.

Medea looks up at him, shrugs, and goes back to her work. Unfazed, he simply continues onward.

“I seem to recall my first night in the underbelly, I was rescued by a young maiden of brave and noble heart. Yet, who is this lass I see sulking before me?”

Hearing his ridiculous chivalrous tone, she snaps out of her daze and turns to face him,

“Eresh, I only saved you because I saw a fresh faced nobleman's son and assumed your family would pay ransom. Who knew they’d rather pay to be rid of you.”

Eresh laughs, a clear sound that rings through the room like a bell. Seeing her shift in mood, he returns to his normal way of speaking.


“Aye. That they would have with the messes I caused. Still, I’d like to think I was a good investment, I’ve made you plenty of gold haven’t I? And we'll all make you plenty more.”

He gestures behind him, pointing towards the massed Obsidians.

"You should go talk to them."

Medea sighs, knowing he's right. Surprising even herself, she quickly mutters.

"Thanks."

Eresh laughs again, and she is suddenly struck by how unfair it is, that such a devilish man has such a beautiful laugh.

"S'ok. I accept your irrational sulking as part of you."

With a quick glare at Eresh, she leaps onto a table, boots hitting with a satisfying thud as all eyes turn to face her.

“Alright, listen up. They might have gotten us this time but who cares? We’re gonna hit them back twice as hard.”

In these few seconds, her mind has been set ablaze, and as it buzzes, an idea pops into her mind. Is it insane? Of course it is. But where would she be, where would any of them be, without her crazy plans?

Medea grins, baring her teeth as she continues.

“Now, here’s what we’re going to do … ”

[honeycreeper]

marking this