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 Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 2:37 pm
Archive One
-- Who run the world? Girls! Girls!
Who run the world? Girls!
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 2:37 pm
Archive Two
-- Who run the world? Girls! Girls!
Who run the world? Girls!
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 2:37 pm
Archive Three
-- Who run the world? Girls! Girls!
Who run the world? Girls!
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2017 9:34 am
Who Goessss There?Medi meets her first proper guardian cat, Bob.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2017 9:36 am
InspirationMedi meets Cavansite
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2017 9:36 am
Birthday Doll
-- 509 words Medi only remembers the significance of one date from her human years; July 10th.
It’s because it’s the only date she thinks she has fond memories of, what little she retains, of her days as a two legger. And, well, because it’s her birthday.
Shame she doesn’t remember how old she’d be turning, the tally marks in her cave have become distorted and worn and she can’t tell where they start or where they end any longer. Not that it matters, she can’t remember her starting age to begin with, so perhaps the notion is moot.
Still Medi rises to the surface world so that she can break into a toy store and slither through the aisles after hours, store alarms blaring, looking for a new doll or some clothing for her dolls back in her cave. Passing by a few stuffed animals she hesitates, something in her yearning for the soft plush of a teddy bear and her hand is reaching out -
Police sirens in the distance interrupt her thoughts and Medi is forced to continue on because she doesn’t have the time to do anything but collect what she is there for.
Frustrated by her hesitation, her time in the store is cut short and she’s forced to grab whatever boxed dolls she can with a handful of clothing swiped from the disney princess section of the aisle. With her stolen goods cradled against her chest, the snake youma flees just before the cops make it to the building with shards of broken glass from a shattered door pricking her scales.
It isn’t until she’s returned to her cave that she peruses her goods and tends to her tail. Pulling glass shards out is tricky, with some of them imbedded between scales that bleed an inky substance that doesn’t quite resemble blood any longer. Each successfully removed shard earns a hiss from her and the snakes that adorn her head, taking place of her hair.
Medusssa, they coo as they coil around her and whisper in her ear. It’sss your birthday…
“It was,” she replies solemnly. Her fingers are now making work of the plastic box that contains her new doll. Inside it is girl with pale skin and pink hair. Viperine her box read as she pries her out of the plastic and picks up the comb provided to brush out her hair. “Thisss iss my birthday presssent.” She lifted the pink doll up for her snakes to admire.
Beautiful, Medussa, her snake chorus cheers.
“Beautiful,” she agrees as she brushes out wavy pink locks and adjusts the snake themed headband the doll wears. Afterwards, she smooths out the wrinkles of her dress and poses her with the rest of her dolls.
The day has been lonely, but Medi is pleased with her new addition and she supposes that’s enough to constitute a decent birthday. Her life is a lonesome one, but she has her dolls and her snakes and perhaps that’s all she needs.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2019 10:00 am
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