Mental Emasculation: Captain Morgan’s Spiced Revenge Part 6


Bickering, name-calling, malignant breast fondling and the aggressive brandishing of a dainty handbag heralded the tumultuous and rather public departure of a struggling Francesca from the dance floor. Dragged away from the riotous hen party by her beloved sparkly angel wings, miraculously surviving the Kobold’s antics throughout the evening. Now the flamboyant accessories were a twisted mess of silver and pink tinsel with the pretentious air of abstract art. 

Bird’s Eye View: Chapter 7- Shapeshifter’s Creed


“Perri, I’m really really so-”

I don’t even get a chance to apologize as Perri’s right wing shot out and she delivers me the harpy equivalent of an open-handed slap.

Yeah- I definitely had that coming.

“You ass! What are you even doing!?” Perri hisses as I rub my cheek. Even though she doesn’t raise her voice, the harpy’s anger is still palpable.

Well, damn- that’s the million dollar question right there.

“Perri….I can explain….” I begin, but she cuts me off as her left wing shoots out and I’m on the receiving end of another harpy-slap.

Come on now- I can’t explain if she’s going to keep smacking me. Still, I should be extremely glad she hasn’t decided to use her talons or capoeira acumen on me.

“What’s wrong with you!?” she asked, never raising her voice, but making her agitation quite apparent.

Mental Emasculation: Captain Morgan’s Spiced Revenge Part 1


The Kobold propped herself against the bar in a brilliantly crafty and discreet attempt to not appear tipsy, managing to fool nobody but herself. There was also the mistaken belief that she was only tipsy, defiantly flying in the face of her glaringly obvious drunken sway and ponderous deliberation to her actions. She allowed a sly smile to caress her lips. That’s what made her plan so devious. Like a fox!