Miscellaneous

Noir wasn't taking retirement well, working just two domestic jobs at a bar and at his husband's restaurant began to mess with the man's natural wanderlust and desire to be in constant, adrenaline pumping danger. He was tapping his claws on the table as Noi hopped circles around it and grasping his little mask in his hands. Reaper was sleeping as where the rest of his noiverns and Opus, and so his only company until John got off was the little noimask. They weren't ...

Time off, between runs. Hrist liked these little moments all the more now that they had somebody to spend it with. They rolled onto their belly, eyes sweeping the little alley-way nook. Some might call it cramped, but the place was filled with little treasures- and, amidst them all- This creature. Gunter, with his watery sail-fins and bone helm. A little monster, who they had found not terribly long ago in the mines. Not all that far away, honestly. He was sleeping, curled up with a dec...