The meal that evening went off with surprisingly little chaos. Troy, Dave, and Benson did not disappoint in their epic pancake-making skills. There was just something about a fresh, warm stack of pancakes that mellowed out even the tensest mutes. All in all, the representatives each found their way to their rooms after the feast … Continue reading
The scene they re-entered on wasn’t exactly pretty. Lots of mutes shouting and booing at each other, though no outright violence yet. Fitness Raccoon Carton was arguing with Scooter Skunk Loretta over which decade their attire came from, and the Glam Rock Hamster rep was wearing down his teeth on the table leg. Nevertheless, Kipo … Continue reading
Scarlemagne paused at the entrance to the grand foyer. The distant, uneasy mutterings from the mutes inside could already be heard. He made some attempt to dust himself off first, which made Kipo, Benson, and Wolf do the same… …which reminded Wolf she really, really needed to remove the pelt she was wearing if they … Continue reading
Kipo stepped forward and held up her hands to silence the crowd. Half of them had drifted off during Lio’s jokes, and the rest were eager to hear what was actually happening, so the “silencing” part was pretty easy. “A-hem! As you can see, the great Scarlemagne has, um…a very great army here. Of humans. … Continue reading
“What kind of a choice is that?” The gold-coated mod frogs did not please Kipo in the way Scarlemagne had hoped. He frowned at the look on her face when he presented her with his gift. “Let me try again,” he offered. “This time I’ll let you make the choice. I’ll let everyone go. Only … Continue reading
By the time the vision stopped flashing in front of her, calling up one miserable memory after another, Isla felt ready to be sick. Wren shared that feeling to a certain point. Unlike Isla, however, she wasn’t quite so shocked at the appalling behavior of the humans in Scarlemagne’s memories. Well, I can see why … Continue reading
I liked her…Wolf. I hope we see her again. And if we do, maybe…maybe I could…I…Oh, no. No. No-no-no-no-no! Wren? Wren, what’s wrong?! I…I was thinking about how maybe I could try to split for that Wolf girl…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, and–and– And what? The thought of doing something nice made you panic? … Continue reading
After three hours of dancing, Isla fell asleep utterly exhausted. The night had been a haze of Wren constantly relaying orders amid the fog of perfume. When she awoke the next morning, she felt roughly like Scarlemagne had ended the evening by dropping his piano on her head. She sat up and stood very slowly, … Continue reading
Isla’s first thought was to simply mount her flamingo once they reached it and fly off, leaving her unwanted traveling companion behind. The paranoid wolf girl clearly valued stealth, and a giant pink war bird was quite the opposite of that. She’d be angry, but she’d soon give up and hopefully leave the area. Those … Continue reading
Wolf lifted the lid of the simmering pot and stirred gently. A puff of fragrant steam swirled around her and even pulled a rare smile onto her face. The pot contained a mixture of non-mute insects, leafy greens, and some centuries-old powdered soup mix. High in protein, more than palatable, and the spot she’d found … Continue reading