#Baa Baa White Lamb

[halliedrawz]

I Found A Baa Baa White Lamb Promotion For 3 Of Their Season 1 Episodes, I Haven't Watched Season 1 Or Season 2 In Years!

[phoenixcatch7]

I get that calling white lotus lbh a sticky little 'sheep' is a canon translation and stuck in the fandom now anyway, but I do feel the intended spirit of the original word wasn't the sheeple/dumb herd animal that's more common in the western world, but instead something actually conveying sweetness, innocence, purity and youth - lamb.

Famous for being utterly adorable and following around their mothers, gambolling in sunny meadows, curly white wool shining.

And NOW we can talk about black sheep/wolf in sheep's clothing metaphors.

[konigsblog]

LAMB READER X KONIG??? IS IT MY BIRTHDAY😍😍😍

I'm happy to hear that you guys are interested in hearing more. (⁠^⁠^⁠)

Farmer!König x Lamb!Reader 🐑👨🏼‍🌾

CW: HYBRID, DUB-CON. MDNI 18+

König adores the sight of you in those tiny, pale blue bows that rest on your ears, how you're only wearing a thin pair of cotton, white panties that don't do a great job at covering up your tight rear and delectable heat.

It's not unusual for you to get yourself stuck inside of a fence. To say that you're a ditsy, clumsy mess isn't an exaggeration. König loves taking advantage of you while you're trapped, wearing barely anything, and letting out the sweetest whimpers he's ever heard.

“What’s wrong, my little lamb? Do you want my help?” König mocks teasingly. He can see the desperation in your eyes, the way they glisten and shine up at him. He throws his cigarette to the ground, stomping onto it before placing himself behind you. You can hear the sound of König unfastening his belt, and the wetness of his creamy, sticky tip prodding against your sensitive cunt. You let out a soft ‘baa’ and suck in a deep breath at the sensation between your supple, bare thighs. König pushes into your warm slit and grips the small, fuzzy tail on your behind, earning himself a pained mewl as he sinks further into your soft, velvety walls.

He needs compensation, you know? What's he getting in return for helping you? It's about time you learn your lesson, Kleines Lamm... König will pound into your aroused, tight hole until he's had his fill, while degrading and taunting you for being so foolish. He's been waiting for this moment for ages. He's tired of watching you from afar, bent over in the grass, fast asleep in such little clothing. You seem to be enjoying yourself as you moan out in sync with each hard, deep thrust into your wet cunt.

Perhaps, you'll be more careful next time, Ja?

[scribblestatic]

Baa baa.

Note: I'm switching from using "martial aunt/uncle" to the Chinese pronunciation, which is kinda inconsistent to what I was doing before, but it be like that.

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Tian Chui's head cracked, teeth breaking and biting through his tongue. The top of his skull caved in, blood covering the sheep's face.

Immediately, the demon went still, his body flopping limply onto the ground.

The disciples and demons all stood in shock. Luo Binghe, who lost his footing at being pushed aside, looked up from the ground with wide eyes.

Blood dripped and spread across the cracked floor. The large, mystical ram raised its head and shook it, blood splattering on the ground as it fell from its wool. It then opened its eyes, the huadian somehow standing out in the midst of the red covering its face, green eyes vibrant and gleaming with anger.

It quietly moved, still facing the demons, and stood in front of Luo Binghe, putting its body between the two. Lowering its head, it made a clear threat to the other side—

Try that again and a bludgeoning death awaits.

Binghe's eyes widened, his fatigue fading in an instant.

"Shizun..." he whispered.

'Well done, my disciple,' he said back in a voice only he could hear, still facing their enemies. 'You were exemplary.'

Inside, Shen Yuan was in quite the state.

He just murdered someone, but it's okay! It's a dog-eat-dog world, and they'd threatened his little lamb—even a bull kills to protect his herd. In a xianxia setting, death happens daily!

But Jesus Christ, the guy's head exploded on him! He has blood dripping down his face! He wants to clean up immediately! It smells so terrible! He has blood all over his face!! He was expecting it to hurt the demon of several thousands of years, but not to pop his brain like a cherry!!

Scary! Why'd that happen?!

Also, what even is a xianxia??

Because of his worries, he didn't realize he'd so easily called Binghe his disciple with possession, making the young man's heart grow three times bigger for his Shizun.

With everyone frozen in place, shocked by the turn of events, a strong burst of spiritual energy breaking through the rest of the barrier to block the cultivators from leaving startled them all back into action.

"Liu-shishu!"

"Liu-shishu exited seclusion!"

"Bai Zhan Peak’s War God has exited seclusion, see if you demons dare to be arrogant anymore!"

As the man clad in white and grey landed down, sword in hand, Shen Yuan had an epiphany.

Oh! It's the pretty man! The one he saved alongside Shen Qingqiu—who was very confusing, all things considered. Anyway, so he was a peak lord as well! Fascinating!

The peak lords should take better care of themselves!! What was this?! Having qi deviations left and right. Aiyah! Stressing a mere prey animal out the way they did!

Liu Qingge, as though hearing his thoughts, shot him a look, though Shen Yuan kept his head low and horns aimed. However, the look was quick, and he instead turned toward the demons, flicking his sword out to the side.

If anything, considering how close they were standing, it almost looked like Liu Qingge was protecting him alongside the disciples! Nice pose, nice pose!

On the other side, Sha Hualing grimaced, immediately acknowledging there was no way to succeed. It was one thing if they were only facing Shen Qingqiu, but the War God of Bai Zhan Peak would've likely been reason to flee by himself. Facing them both would be suicide.

“Everyone, today was my miscalculation. There will be time for goodbyes in the future! Let’s go!”

Liu Qingge laughed then, cold and humorless.

“Coming and going as you please. What big face you have."

From there, it was a bloodbath not too unlike the one Shen Yuan took. Sword energy rained down from the sky, killing demons like flies as they tried to flee. The disciples of other peaks also jumped into the fray, killing the ones lagging behind as Sha Hualing led them off the mountain as quickly as she could.

The mood brightened immediately, though there were still several injured cultivators, and perhaps a few dead that they had yet to learn about.

Not having to put his guard up, Shen Yuan huffed, raising his head. He managed not to stumble when familiar arms wrapped around his neck, face burying into his wool.

'Aiyah, Binghe, you're going to lose face.'

But, of course, his sticky lamb didn't care, continuing to hug him until he calmed down. Shen Yuan felt his wool get wet there, knowing the boy was crying. Ah, what active tear ducts he has! He's young and needs guidance, of course.

Speaking of which...

With everything calming down, Luo Binghe stood and wiped his face just as Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge turned their attention toward them.

Hahh... Shen Yuan knew the risk he was taking, revealing himself to a peak lord. Now, revealed to two of them? There was no running back to Qing Jing Peak now.

"What is this."

Luo Binghe turned toward the Bai Zhan Peak Lord, already bristling at the tone with which he referred to his teacher.

"He is Shizun." Said Shizun shifted on his hooves, nudging Luo Binghe pointedly. "...answering Liu-shishu."

"Shizun, you say," Shen Qingqiu hummed, eyes narrowed behind his cracked fan. "It seems you lack an understanding of respect, Luo Binghe. I don't recall this animal feeding, clothing, or educating you."

Shen Yuan worried for a moment at the feeling of anger he felt flash from Luo Binghe. However, he managed to temper his commentary.

"Begging your forgiveness, Shen-shifu."

...

Shen Yuan closed his eyes and lit a candle for himself in his heart. He was definitely going to get slaughtered.

---

Proclaiming that he was a potentially dangerous spiritual beast, Shen Qingqiu had Shen Yuan bound in a halter. Upon finding the old, fading tattoo marking him as a sheep from Xin Ya, he waited alongside the disciples he had hold onto him for the other peak lords to return, presumably to ensure he went back accordingly.

Of course, Luo Binghe protested the entire time. Though he had been ordered to return with several other disciples to Qing Jing Peak, he suddenly popped right back up when Yue Qingyuan and the others returned. He begged for Shen Yuan's life to be spared, citing how he had killed a demon that tried to kill him and also knew how to speak, though only Binghe could understand him. Shen Qingqiu scoffed at the idea, but otherwise said little to refute his claims.

The other peak lords seemed to look at Binghe with some pity over his mental state until it was confirmed he had, indeed, dealt the final blow on a demon—a strong one at that. If he'd done that, he likely had to have some cultivation, though a speaking beast was, as of that time, generally unheard of.

Strangely, Liu Qingge was the one to assert that the peak lords should decide what to do with the ram in a meeting rather than simply return him to Xin Ya and end it there. Xin Ya's Peak Lord seemed put off by this, considering Shen Yuan clearly had a tattoo from his peak and was, therefore, his property. Binghe quickly stepped in and begged the peak lord's pardon to discuss more about the sheep, who stood quietly with a bloodied face that the disciples holding him were still quite wary of.

Although seemingly miffed about it, even Shen Qingqiu agreed that a discussion was in order. Yue Qingyuan, having a notorious soft spot for his second-in-command, agreed to wait.

That was how Shen Yuan found himself back in a stable—different from the one he was born and raised in, but a stable nonetheless. Due to concerns about his potential spiritual acuity, protective wards were put around his area, ensuring he at least wouldn't be able to escape unnoticed, if he was strong enough to break through at all.

His pen was set up apart from the rest, so he at least was alone. Still, he could hear the bleating and calls of the other sheep nearby.

...Excuse me, sisters, but this Shen Yuan is not all that handsome or available. Sorry, but I can't see you as attractive! For some reason, it feels like bestiality despite us being the same species!

Having his face cleaned by Xin Ya disciples, he was now decent, sitting loafed on a bed of hay. The stable was clean, but it didn't smell the same as the bamboo groves and forests of Qing Jing, nor did it smell of the shavings and sap of the woodshed where he and Binghe slept. So, although he tried to rest, Shen Yuan found that he couldn't.

So, he decided to try meditating instead.

As he did, sitting quietly, he heard the light footsteps of Xin Ya disciples approach.

"...Is that the one?"

"Yes, the one that escaped to Qing Jing Peak."

Ah, is this one of those petting zoo situations? I'm not in the mood to be touched, thank you. I'm thinking about how to bust myself out of here and you're distracting me.

"Pssst...Sheng Huan. Sheng Huan."

Close, but that's not my name.

"Are you sure that's the same one?"

"I'm positive. Shifu saw the old tattoo on him, though it's faded off a lot."

"Faded? They aren't supposed to fade."

"Yeah, that was weird. Still, it's on that sheep. That's Sheng Huan."

"It's not answering you, though."

I'm not asleep. I just don't want to talk right now. And save for, like, one person, you keep calling me an 'it'! I'm a 'he', thank you!

"It got huge... It's bigger than the other males by quite a bit."

"Do you think what the Qing Jing disciples said was true? That it can use qi?"

"I mean, it did kill that big demon..."

Getting a bit frustrated by them talking about him like he wasn't there, Shen Yuan opened his eyes. Giving anyone the side-eye was a tad difficult as a sheep, considering his eye placement, so he turned his face toward them. His qi meant he didn't have the blind spot in front that his less spiritually inclined counterparts had, so he was able to watch as the three Xin Ya disciples gazed at him and started becoming unsettled.

"It's looking at us..."

"...Let's go."

Two of the children began going away, but one stayed a while longer. A female disciple stared at him in mild awe. She was more homely in a world with Luo Binghes and Liu Qingges, with wide brown eyes and a slight gap in her two front teeth, her hair pulled into two plaited braids.

"...It really is you, Sheng Huan," she said, smiling, her eyes bright. "I know it is. You look at me the same way he did."

She rested her arms on the gate before pointing at herself.

"Do you remember me? I used to bottle feed you all the time. You used to waggle your tail so much when you drank, hehehe..."

Shen Yuan had quite good memory. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more her face became familiar. However, he wasn't about to acknowledge his embarrassing past! He was just trying to suck up to her to get fed! He was a grown ram, now, why would she remind him of something so silly?

"You grew up so beautiful," she sighed, resting her head on her arms. "I hope all the animals I raise in the future get to look as pretty as you."

She stared at him for a while as he gazed back. Eventually, Shen Yuan turned away and closed his eyes again, shifting to loaf more comfortably. Unlike the others, her presence wasn't much of a bother.

"...I hope they let you live, Sheng Huan. Even if you aren't on Xin Ya anymore, I hope you live, and live well."

They sat in silence for a while longer before she moved, getting up and leaving the stable.

Well...being raised partially by her hadn't been so bad. She made sure the milk was sufficiently warm for each feeding, and she cleaned up his enclosure, mindful of his strange fastidiousness. After all, what kind of lamb complained over his bedding not being just right?

Although she was taught to not grow too attached to the animals, he remembered her being scolded for naming them quite often. Sheng Huan...now that he thought about it, yes. He remembered being given such a name. It wasn't his, but it was a name.

The effort she'd put into his care was more than he could've asked for as a prey animal, farmed for slaughter.

'...Thank you,' he thought, addressing her in his heart.

Because he was facing away, he didn't notice that she turned around suddenly, eyes wide with shock. He didn't see the way her gaze lit up with glee.

That night, Xin Ya disciple Cai Niu slipped away from her peak, going to find Luo Binghe, the boy who her Sheng Huan protected.

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Note: 蔡妞 - Cài Niū - Surname Cai + girl

Picrew Images of Cai Niu

My thanks to @maetheellen for making the Picrew I used

Many thanks to @reelrollsweat for making the Picrew

[pupsmailbox]

SHEEP︰LAMB ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　agnes.　 agnus.　 aiden.　 angus.　 april.　 aries.　 ash.　 ashley.　 baa.　 baanie.　 baanny.　 barry.　 bella.　 buttercup.　 cailyn.　 cliff.　 clove.　 clover.　 colt.　 corey.　 dolly.　 farley.　 forest.　 haley.　 herd.　 herdier.　 herdiette.　 howard.　 howie.　 jack.　 jackie.　 jacob.　 june.　 kerry.　 kori.　 kreios.　 lady.　 lamb.　 lambchop.　 lambette.　 lambia.　 lamby.　 leanna.　 lloyd.　 mary.　 max.　 may.　 mea.　 meadow.　 oen.　 oenwen.　 ovid.　 owain.　 owen.　 phrixus.　 pixie.　 puff.　 rachel.　 reed.　 roi.　 rowan.　 roy.　 shear.　 shearie.　 sheepette.　 shelley.　 shelly.　 shep.　 shepherd.　 summer.　 tulip.　 una.　 willow.　 wool.　 woolette.　 wooley.　 woolie.　 wooly.　 úna.

PRONOUNS ⌇　b/baa.　 ba/baa.　 baa/baa.　 bla/black.　 bro/brown.　 co/coat.　 coat/coat.　 cur/curl.　 fl/fluff.　 fle/fleece.　 fleece/fleece.　 flo/flock.　 flock/flock.　 fluff/fluff.　 gra/grass.　 grass/grasse.　 he/herd.　 her/herd.　 herd/herd.　 ho/hoove.　 hoove/hoove.　 ju/jump.　 la/lamb.　 lam/lamb.　 lamb/lamb.　 she/ar.　 she/ep.　 she/shear.　 she/sheep.　 shear/shear.　 sheep/sheep.　 sheer/sheer.　 whi/white.　 wo/wool.　 wool/wool.　 🌱/🌱.　 🌷/🌷.🌸/🌸.☘/☘.　 🌾/🌾.　 🌿/🌿.　 🐏/🐏.　 🐑/🐑.　 💤/💤.

[artdcnaldson]

Oh oh! Art who is in the christmas play because his grandma made him/he comes back from family christmas card photoshoot and art is dressed as little white lamb 😭

Ohhhh bc you know Art’s grandmother sends Patrick one. And Art NEVER lives it down. He asks Art if he can put a pretty pink bow around his neck and Art flushes a deep red and tells him to fuck off. Baas at him until Art shoves him over. Mhmm.

[solshii]

WuWa Special Dishes

Jiyan, Lingyang, Encore, Calcharo, Danjin, Yuanwu, Yangyang, Baizhi, and Aalto

Just remembered the existence of special dishes after I got Jiyan's and thought of showing most of the others' special dishes. I don't have all the recipes unlocked so I can't do all of them! (Guys I killed so much poor animals for this I feel like a murderer but at least my Uncle Mahe made bank today)

See Jiyan's here: Jiyan's Special Dish: Yesterday in Jinzhou (yeah he had his own blog I'm a Jiyan hyperfixator)

Lingyang: Liondance Companion

How to obtain: Cook Jinzhou Skewers with Lingyang as the assistant.

Increase all party members' ATK by 120, lasting for 15m. (This effect only applies to your own Resonator(s) in Co-op Mode)

Snacks Lingyang made for the Liondance audience. The treats were a perfect combination of fatty and lean meats, complemented by fruits and vegetables to balance out the heaviness. Ideal for enjoying while watching the performance.

Encore: Baa Baa Crisp

How to obtain: Cook Star Flakes with Encore as the assistant.

Increases all party members' DEF by 40%, lasting for 30m. (This effect only applies to your own Resonator(s) in Co-op Mode)

After multiple attempts, Encore triumphantly created a dish she was pleased with. Golden and crunchy, each bite resembled a miniature lamb. And after indulging, one would surely dream of frolicking among sheep. With this culinary masterpiece, there's no need to fret - it can be savored without hesitation.

(This took me like 12 attempts to finally get in comparison to everyone else who took me like around 3 attempts so they're not lying when it took Encore multiple attempts to make her dish 😭😭 If that was intentional that is such a great detail)

Calcharo: Ration Bar

How to obtain: Cook Food Ration Bar with Calcharo as the assistant.

Increases the DEF of all Resonators in the team by 36% for 15 minutes. In multiplayer games, it only affects your own characters.

Calcharo has a fondness for Huanglong's Food Ration Bar. He believes it efficiently satisfies basic energy needs in the wild and has a unique taste. To cater to some of the younger merc's preferences, Calcharo has enhanced the bar by adding dried fruits, sugar beans, and various seasonings, creating a variety of flavors.

(Idk about u guys but something about Calcharo liking the food ration bars is so weirdly cute or I'm just a girl)

Danjin: Loong Whiskers Crisp

How to obtain: Cook Loong Whiskers Crisp with Danjin as the assistant.

Restore 50 points of Stamina.

The delicious scent of Loong Whiskers Crisp enveloped Danjin as she bit into the perfectly crisp exterior, her teeth sinking into the dreamy floss coating. Despite her love for this sweet treat, she always wished for more. The kind stall owner suggested adding extra ingredients to enhance the sweetness even further, a tempting offer that Danjin couldn't resist.

Yuanwu: Sanqing Tea

How to obtain: Cook Angelica Tea with Yuanwu as the assistant.

Increases all party members' max HP by 28%, lasting for 30m. (This effect only applies to your own Resonator(s) in Co-op Mode)

The Sanqing tea from Yuanwu Boxing Gym has healing properties, aiding the spleen, lungs, and alleviating worries. A cup after a boxing session boosts blood flow and circulation while soothing the mind. The perfect combination of exercise and tea brings a sense of inner peace, momentarily freeing one from mundane concerns and desires.

Yangyang: Fluffy Wuthercake

How to obtain: Cook Wuthercake with Yangyang as the assistant.

Increases all party members' ATK bu 33%, lasting for 30m. (This effect only applies to your own Resonator(s) in Co-op Mode)

A Wuthercake made with Yangyang's special formula. It incorporates whipped egg whites instead of the usual yolks. The result? A fluffy and tender treat that is both delicious and nutritious, thanks to the addition of berry jam. This revamped recipe caters to all ages, from seniors to picky kids, making it a satisfying indulgence for everyone.

Baizhi: Iced Perilla

How to obtain: Cook Perilla Salad with Baizhi as the assistant.

Increases all party members' Crit. Rate by 12%, lasting for 15m. (This effect only applies to your own Resonator(s) in Co-op Mode)

In moments of research block, Baizhi turns to the chilled Perilla she always has on hand for a refreshing pause. The cool, herbal flavor soothes her senses and helps calm her racing thoughts. As she finishes her plate, her mind clears and she's able to refocus on her work with renewed determination.

Sanhua: Crystal Clear Buns

How to obtain: Cook Loong Buns with Sanhua as the assistant.

Increases all party members' DEF by 28%, lasting for 30m. (This effect only applies to your own Resonator(s) in Co-op Mode)

Sanhua revamped the traditional ingredients used in Loong Buns, creating a refreshing and translucent treat perfect for cooling down during hot summers. This delicacy quickly became a staple on the City Hall's tables, winning over the hearts of all visitors... and the Jinzhou Magistrate herself.

Aalto: Misty Tea

How to obtain: Cook Happiness Tea (the recipe is named Xi Ling Tea) with Aalto as the assistant.

Increases all party members' DEF by 14% and max HP by 12%, lasting for 30m. (This effect only applies to your own Resonator(s) in Co-op Mode)

The tea is a favorite of Aalto. As the water in the pot turns to mist and then back into water in the cup, the aroma of the tea is coupled with the soothing mist. "Now, let's get down to business." It seems Aalto's mastery of tea-making is just one of his many skills in the business world.

Notes on the special dishes of those who I haven't included here

Mortefi: Crispy Squab (Recipe obtained at Casket Delivery level 10 aka you have to get all Sonance Caskets)

Chixia: Jinzhou Maocai (Recipe obtained at Chef level 4)

Taoqi: Kudzu Congee (???)

Verina: Morri Pot (???)

Jianxin: ??? (She's the only one I don't have asjsj)

Bonus pics of my Jiyan <33

[bonefall]

Clanmew Expansion Pack: Deer & Co

A guide both to the Clan Culture concept of "deer" as a classification, how several species are perceived by Clan cats, as well as a glossary of Clanmew terms for their behavior.

[ID: A red deer stag stands proud next to the word, "KLEKA." Squirrelflight stands next to it, thinking the phrase, "sskif peeg-en-aayoo nomn." Roughly, "I want to eat that butt," directly, "Want: beacon-of-red stag I-will-eat"]

There are six species of "deer" (Kleka) that Clan cats see on a regular basis, five of them titanic giants that are too large to hunt as adults, and one of them just small enough to be targeted. A kleka is defined as, "a fast herbivore with long legs, ending in hard hooves."

All types of deer are big animals, with even the smallest being larger than a cat. They're most often seen in forest or open meadows, so because of this, they're typically associated with ThunderClan and WindClan.

The six species that Clan cats consider a "deer," listed with their human terms and Clanmew translation;

Red Deer (Cervus elaphus) = Aug (default) & Aayoo (stags during rut in late summer to early winter)

Fallow Deer (Dama dama) = Niaa (default) & Gruag (stags with full antlers)

Roe Deer (Capreolus capreolus) = Aeur

Muntjac (Muntiacus reevesi) = Maa'ar

Horse (Equus ferus caballus) = Ee'ee

Sheep (Ovis aries) = Baa (default) & Bing (bell wether)

"Hey hold on a minute!" You cry, "Those last two aren't deer!"

Go ahead! Try explaining that to a cat who doesn't even know what cladistics are! It eats plants, it has swiveling ears, it has long legs and hooves, and it runs fast. What else could such a creature be? KLEKA IS KLEKA.

(Note: The Chinese Water Deer and Sika Deer are also seen in England; however, not as far north as BB's modeled regions, ergo they are not represented by Base Clanmew.)

But for the sake of organization, this guide will only cover the 'true deer,' reds, fallows, roes, and muntjacs.

Before getting into specific detail about each species, first, here's a couple more general terms for various parts of these animals.

Antler = Grek Branched, pronged horns that grow on male deer, bursting from bloody velvet. Muntjacs don't grow new antlers, but they never lose their 'velvet' either. Shed ones are valued for construction projects. A doe is an antlerless (grekwaro) deer; a buck is an antlerful (grekwang) deer.

Velvet = Gawrek (Meat + Antler) The meat that sheds off a fresh antler. Has been brought to my attention that this is full of estradiol, so, this is a very useful herb for Clan cats to use for feminine hormone treatment! For the velvet texture, "qefyyn", see here.

Horn = Greksh (Antler + Shell) Seen exclusively in sheep, named for the snail shell-like shape and fact that, after death, the horns are hollow. A cow also has greksh, but this currently goes undiscovered. NOTE: A generic horn, like the spines on a hedgehog or spikes on some insects, are called "kik"

Hoof = Kopka The hard stone-claws on the end of a Klek's leg; also seen on two other special non-klek animals; hogs and cows.

Beacon = Peeg When social deer are alarmed and running away, they follow the white flashes of each other's butts. Rabbits also have a beacon in their puffy tails! Clan cats assume that a horse's strange, hairy tail is just some sort of special beacon. It can also mean "rump," as in "rump roast."

Fawn = Myaa A baby deer that hides in grass, and does not run when approached.

Yearling = Mween A baby deer that follows its mother's side, and is now able to run if chased. The offspring of sheep and horses are already Mween just few minutes after their birth, though Clan cats don't encounter them on a frequent enough basis to have unique words for them. If used in a name, feel free to translate as 'foal' or 'lamb' at your discretion.

Herd = Klokok A large group of deer, usually only seen during rut, or in the case of horses, behind fences. Mostly used in the presence of an aggressive stag of some sort who will attack a Clan cat who bothers his does.

[ID: A red deer stag and a red deer hind, with a field behind them]

We start off with the largest wild animal on this list, and the biggest creature that Clan cats see on a regular basis; the Red Deer.

The rut season is from late summer to early winter, and is the only time in the year that stags have 'antlers' which they use to fight other males for control of a herd. This is reflected in Clanmew; most of the year, all red deer are Aug, the sound of the 'bark' they use to communicate with each other.

ONLY when antlers start coming in do the stags become identified by the other term; Aayoo. Aayoo fill the forest with loud bellowing and clashing as they face off, with some Clan cats even taking the opportunity to watch these titans brawl just for entertainment.

Some Aayoo even have a distinct "Raofa" (lion mane) or "Gaofa" (cravat, tiger mane), which associates them with the legends of the Great Clans. But, eventually, the Aayoo sheds its weapons, and returns to being an Aug before the frost sets in.

They are far too large to be hunted, and most Clan cats would find it dishonorable to take their fawns if they are found hidden. They are a breathtaking and honored animal... though they do look delicious, if you ask Squirrelflight.

[ID: A fallow stag shows off in front of three does, who hold up signs with various ratings. Nightstar watches on, unimpressed.]

Up next is the deer considered the most beautiful by Clan cat standards; the Fallow Deer.

Just like reds, fallows have a "default" word for those that aren't sporting any antlers; "Niaa." The call of a fallow buck is best described in English as a 'belch,' in Clanmew, they call it "Gruag."

Their behavior is quite different from red deer; instead of one male who fights off any challengers for control of a harem, they have what we call a "lek" system. Gruag will gather in one part of the territory to fight and show off against many rivals, and the Niaa come to this place to watch and pick who they like best.

side note: this is a really rare system to see in mammals and fallow deer have been studied for how unique this behavior is

They come in lots of different colors, from white, to tawny, sometimes even being such a dark brown that they appear black. These colors are beloved, noted as if StarClan themselves like to practice painting on their coats. On top of this, they're the most numerous species of deer to see.

All of these things together gives fallow deer a reputation for being "dramatic" and "fancy" by Clan culture standards, less honorable than the powerful red deer but just as noble. However, this means that their fawns are not treated with the same careful reverence as those of reds, and snatched whenever they're found hiding.

[ID: A roe deer stands alone, menacingly, with a row of telephone poles behind it]

Roe deer act VERY differently from their larger cousins. A mostly solitary animal with only the presence of antlers and a smaller beacon marking a buck from a doe, Clanmew has only a single word for them; "Aeur." The sound of their very offputting 'alarm bark'.

Opportunists, roe deer will live just about anywhere they can find a small amount of forested cover, meaning they'll happily find room in just about any territory except WindClan's. In the Lake Territory, they're particularly fond of the places where fallows and reds don't have enough space, such as the SkyClan conifer patch.

Clan cats find them deeply unsettling. Though smaller than reds and fallows, a roe deer is still as large as three warriors stacked on top of each other. Males immediately re-grow their dagger-like horns as soon as the old ones fall out, never fully returning to the 'default' form. And, worst of all...

They have the same crepuscular behavior as cats do, active at dawn and dusk. Females typically raise two fawns and manage their own territories, much like a rogue. They even create simple nests which they sleep in every night.

The Clans try to keep away from them, unless they're truly starving. There are tales that those who don't believe in StarClan are doomed to exist as roe deer in their afterlives.

[ID: A warrior is unsettled by a barking roe deer. It says, "ssoen his ssarababa," roughly, "holy shit," directly, "stars, shit they-say"]

[ID: A muntjac walking through marshland, being stalked by Stumptail]

Probably not an animal you were expecting to see in England, huh? The Reeves' Muntjac has been an invasive problem since the 20th century, rapidly spreading across the island. Like roe deer, males have antlers while females do not, but there aren't enough differences in behavior for Clan cats to have a dedicated word for the two forms.

So, a muntjac is simply known as a "Maa'ar."

These little buggers will eat just about any plant matter, which can make them quite destructive. Bark, grass, fruits, leaves, anything. Slightly larger than a fox, their only predator is Clan cats, who consider them to be a prized quarry. Their skin creates some of the highest quality leather in all the territories, and their horns and 'tusks' are valued for decorations.

Though solitary, they can still put up a fight. Those fangs and horns aren't just for show; they can gore and kill an unwise hunter, and if that fails, they're much faster than their cutesy little loaf-shape suggests.

They're unique for many reasons, but especially in that they like wet areas. So, unlike the other types of deer, the muntjac is most often seen by ShadowClan and RiverClan. Since RiverClan doesn't have the same taste for mammalian meat that ShadowClan does, in the Lake territory, sometimes muntjac hunting rights cause conflict between the two neighbors.

[selkiechild4998]

The Cardinal's Reflection

A sequel to Dark Reflections from Copia's POV of that night :)

Gene- Horror

TW- Death, light gore

Wordcount- 4,135 words

AO3 Link Here

Copia rushed out of the greenhouse of death as quickly and carefully as he could, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t know why he went along with Primo’s ritual. He knows how dangerous the Dark Reflection can get; many siblings of sin have lost their lives to the ritual. Was it how confident Primo was that had convinced him? Or was it how casually he spoke of the past three times he had performed the ritual successfully? Whatever reason, it was too late to turn back now; the mirror had shattered, linked to both him and Primo by their breaths. They just had to survive till sunrise.

Quickly, Copia walked the Abbey grounds, making his way to the library. Reading has always calmed his mind. They weren’t as good as his games, but tonight, he can’t get sucked into his games. He needed to stay on his feet and could always do that in the massive library. Gravel crunched under his shoes as he walked through the farmland that led to Primo's death garden. The moon shined down from above, full of stolen light from the sun, illuminating the land perfectly for one to walk without needing a flashlight or lantern. Copia had a choice. He could walk through the herb garden and hop a fence or cross the livestock barn. He already knew how clumsy he was, so he took his chance with the barn.

Stepping into the barn, he fumbled to grab his phone to use its flashlight, which provided enough light to guide his path. Hay covered the wooden and concrete floor, muffling the cardinal’s steps. The animals within their stalls were woken by the light of Copia’s phone. The Ministry’s white mare watched him and the cows from their stalls while chewing on cud and hay. The sight of the calm animals soothed his mind at first, that was till he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. His heart skipped a beat, but when he turned to face the source of the sound, the sound of a loud baa made him yelp and drop his phone, it landing with the flashlight shining upwards. When he grabbed his phone, he shined its light up towards where he heard those footsteps but saw nothing.

Copia stood in confusion, having sworn he heard footsteps before hearing something bounding around in the stall next to him. With a shine of his light, he saw four reflective eyes look up at him before baaing. Trotting forwards, a small smile formed on Copia's face, "Hollyhock, Hyacinth, you scared me," Copia chuckled as he patted the two-faced Valais Blacknose lamb on the head. Besides his rats, Primo's precious two-headed lamb is the sweetest animal within the Ministry. The lamb baaed again up at Copia, blinking under the curly black wool on their face before walking to their food trough, where they began to browse at the remains of an alfalfa flake.

As the lamb's heads nibbled at the alfalfa, Copia continued through the barn but paused, hearing the footsteps now out in front of him. "Umm...Ciao?" Copia hesitantly called out, "Is anyone there?" But no voice answered back. Instead, Copia saw something duck out of the barn doors, and despite his better judgment, he followed. When he stepped outside, he saw no one. The Cardinal's only company is the sound of cricket songs and a gentle autumn breeze. "Its... It's just my nerves," He mumbled before walking again to the library.

It took longer than Copia liked to reach the grand, empty halls of the library. Copia padded to the shelves, grabbing a random book from the shelf to begin reading. Book after book Copia read, flipping through pages of the Ministry's history, the dark rites recorded within ancient tomes, and eventually came across a book on the ghouls the Clergy summons. Copia carefully paged through the book, his eyes combing the text and illustrations. He has been looking into ghoul behaviors, knowing with him soon taking the title of Papa, he needs to find a way to bond with the current pack of ghouls his predecessor has.

It was while he was looking over the chapters on quintessence ghouls that he hear the footsteps again. His green and white eyes snapped up, looking up and down the aisle he stood in, straining his ears. Sure enough, he heard the footsteps, slow quiet footsteps, as if the person didn't want to be heard. Fumbling, Copia placed the book back on the shelf, looking around for the source of the steps. He stepped out of the aisle, holding his breath as he scanned the dimly lit reading lounge. When he held his breath, he noticed the footsteps stopped, silence falling before another pair, louder and outside the wing Copia was in.

Cautiously, Copia stepped out, expecting the worst, but let out a breath when he saw his predecessor, Papa Terzo, pass the archway. He saw how Terzo walked, looking for something, so he stepped forward, "Papa, do you need something?"

Terzo looked up, hearing Copia's voice, looking over at the Cardinal. "Cardinal, have you seen Papa Primo?" He asked bluntly, and Copia winced at the coldness in his tone.

"Last I saw, he was at his greenhouse," Copia answered, and Terzo just nodded, turning to head towards the Ministry's farmland. Copia only watched as Terzo walked away. He understood why Terzo was so short with him. He's his replacement, and unlike his brothers, Terzo was humiliated- dragged off stage in front of his ghouls and those at the ritual. He would be angry as well if he were in Terzo's shoes.

Copia was about to turn back to enter the library, but when he saw Terzo exit the grand hall of the building, he saw something shift within the darkness. It was a small motion, one he could have easily missed, but his paranoia didn't let him ignore it, so he stood and quietly watched.

Within the darkness of the grand hall, Copia saw what he thought was one of the ghouls from Secondo's era. The black uniform they wore blended in nearly perfectly within the shadows, but Copia knew this wasn't one of Secondo's ghouls. The uniform also looked slightly torn. The ghoul also didn't match any of the ghouls under Secondo's command. They were small but not lean like Pebble, and instead, they had an hourglass or apple body type. Maybe a ghoulette? No, Terzo has the only ghoulette, and Mist was helping train a new water ghoul for his era as Papa.

Narrowing his eyes, he looked closer at the ghoul, trying to see any defining features that could hint to him just who he was looking at. They wore a hat. It almost looked like a short top hat. "What ghoul around the Ministry wears hats?" Copia asked himself within his mind, "Nursery ghouls? No- chamber ghouls? The Chamber ghoulettes wear bonnets... Ah, but that's a hat, not a bonnet." Copia was so deep in thought that when he looked back at where that ghoul was, he jolted seeing they were gone.

Quietly, he stepped out into the hall, looking for the ghoul. He wanted to call out, but something within him told him not to make a noise as he searched. His nose soon wrinkled when he caught a foul scent in the air, covering his nose as he looked around. It smelt of an old hospital, filled with chemicals and decay. It made the Cardinal want to gag, his eyes watering before hearing a soft giggle. When he looked over, he saw the grand doors of the library close, a spaded tail just narrowly missing getting shut in the door.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Copia walked forward, pushing the heavy door open to peer outside into the night. Once again, he saw nothing, no ghouls or humans. He was about to return to the library before hearing that soft giggle again, a giggle that turned into a soft hum of a tune. Copia found himself stepping out into the night, his arms tucked nervously against his chest, fiddling with his grucifix as he followed the humming.

The humming was a haunting tune but comforting as well. He followed the soft melody, finding the source leading him through the grounds of the Abbey, past the farmland and workshops, and towards the Clergy quarters and offices. He was confused as to why the humming led him here; those in the Clergy would be asleep by now, other than the former Papas. He was about to turn back, but the doors to the old building creaked open on their own, a soft "Little bird," beckoning him from the darkness beyond the door.

He knew better. Copia knows he should run and ignore the voice calling to him, leading him like a siren leads sailors to their doom. But his legs ignored his panicking mind, walked forward, and stepped into the dark corridors of the building. The door closed behind him with a click, and the Cardinal stared out in front of him, looking at the figure standing within the dimly lit hall.

The figure was the same as the one he saw at the library. They were short, shorter than Dewdrop, and dressed in pitch-black robes, similar to Copia's black cassock. The only difference was that the uniform looked dirty, with torn cloth around the hem of the robes and even the capelet resting on their shoulders. It was the black lenses of the owl-esk mask the ghoulette wore that made Copia take a step back. That small display of fear made the ghoulette giggle, the black lenses remaining locked on the Cardinal as she tilted her head to the side.

The lights then flickered, making Copia glance at the ceiling before back at the ghoulette, seeing she was suddenly further down the hall, still giggling as she beckoned the human to follow her. He didn't follow, turning to try pushing the doors behind him open, but found that they were locked or jammed. He looked back at the masked ghoulette, who giggled once again before the lights flickered one more time, and she disappeared. Her message was clear; she wanted him to follow her.

As much as he hated it, Copia forced himself to walk down the hall. The only sound he heard was the gentle taps of his shoes on the tile floor. The silence unnerved the Cardinal, making him feel as if eyes were still watching him. He knows eyes are watching him. He knows that ghoulette is still watching him from the darkness and that he was possibly walking into her trap. Part of him hoped that someone might still be up at this hour or for his predecessors to step out into the hall and scare off the ghoul stringing him along.

When his mind went to the Papas, a small amount of hope sparked in him. It's their game night tonight; they always play throughout the night. They must still be awake. Copia's calm pace turned to a speed walk, looking at the doors he passed and ignoring the sounds of that ghoulette's laughter. He just had to find Primo, Secondo, or hell- he'd take Terzo. Anyone to keep the ghoulette at bay.

The closer he got to the game room, the worse the scent of decay and chemicals became and the louder the giggles got. The moment Copia spotted the door leading into the game room, he sprinted, grabbing the handle franticly with one hand while the other remained over his mouth and nose.

"Papa Primo, a ghoul-" Copia's voice caught in his throat when he swung the door open. The giggling stopped the moment the door was opened, and the foul scent was replaced with another, smoke and copper. Inside the room, it looked as if a nasty fight had broken out. The table and two chairs were tipped on their sides, and there were countless cards scattered on the floor. Copia didn't have long to focus on the state of the room, his eyes meeting the glowing red orbs behind the pitch-black lenses of a mask resembling a vulture.

The fire ghoul stood motionless in the center of the room, smoke leaking from the nose holes of his mask. His uniform was cleaner compared to the quintessence ghoulette, not being as torn up but still noticeably burnt. Copia could hear the ghoul breathing, a deep, hissing sound like an aggravated big cat sending shivers down his spine. It reminded Copia of the noises Alpha would make whenever he would get short with Secondo.

Copia took a cautious step back. He knew just how dangerous fire ghouls can be and didn't want to upset this one any further. When he stepped back, the ghoul let out a deep growl that the Cardinal could feel vibrate in his chest. He was forced to freeze in place, keeping his eyes on the ghoul, watching how his breathing got heavier, huffing out more and more smoke and growling with each exhale.

He needed to escape; he needed to get away, find Primo, and survive. But he couldn't outrun a ghoul, let alone an angry fire ghoul. He needed a distraction. He glanced around, looking for anything he could use, and that's when his eyes landed on the one unturned chair. Without thinking, he grabbed the chair, throwing it as hard as possible at the ghoul before turning and running. The sound of the ghoul's roar shook Copia to his core, the Cardinal running as fast as his legs could carry him. But he could hear the sounds of that ghoul chasing after him, claws scrapping against the stone floor.

He couldn't let this ghoul catch him; he knew if that ghoul got the chance, he would be mauled. The Clergy wouldn't stop finding the pieces to his body. He couldn't let himself end like that. He looked around the halls as he ran, looking for anywhere he could hide. He saw a light coming from a room up ahead. Maybe there was someone still up, or it was Primo? Copia had to take the chance. To be honest, he didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't this.

The room was the morgue, a place Copia often tried to avoid. He had to cover his mouth when he saw the three new bodies in the morgue, his heart sinking within his chest. It was the former Papas, laying motionless on cold metal tables. At first glance, it looked as if they were sleeping, but Copia saw the blood staining Secondo's knuckles. They had been ambushed during their game night. The Cardinal could only stare in horror before the sound of the fire ghoul quickly approaching forced him to run.

He ran, he ran as fast as he could go, the image of the three Papas' bodies burning into his mind. He soon spotted the doors leading to the outside. He remembered the door wouldn't open for him, but that was the only way out. Bracing himself, he lowered his shoulder and ran hard into the door, making it swing open with a crash as he rushed outside.

His shoulder ached from the blow; the Cardinal clutched his shoulder as he kept running, rushing to the Grand Church of the Abbey. He could hide there within the pews or even try his luck at hiding in the confessional booth. Whatever it took to escape the ghoul who was hunting him down.

It wasn't a graceful entrance, Copia scrambling to push the grand doors open, slamming his back against the doors once inside. He couldn't help the scream that escaped him when the fire ghoul slammed into the door, the force nearly knocking Copia to his knees, but braced himself against the doors, holding them shut as he reached to one of the tall iron pillars that were normally used to hold the candles used to light the unholy church's halls. As quickly as he could, he slotted the iron bar between the handles to the door, just in time, as the fire ghoul rammed hard into the door with a snarl.

Copia knew he didn't have much time, quickly turning to run further into the Grand Church, rushing past the empty pews as he heard the sound of giggling return. "No. No, no, no!" He panicked, turning to look back at the old doors, watching as the metal bent with each strike before snapping with a clatter. The fire ghoul stepped inside, smoke leaking from the seems of the black vulture mask.

Copia backed away, his heart pounding in his chest as the fire ghoul stalked forward, his eyes never leaving the Cardinal. Materializing as if from nowhere, the quintessence ghoulette with the owl mask giggled, her head tilting far to the right as she followed the larger fire ghoul. The two slowly walked forward, pushing Copia further into the Grand Church. The Cardinal had no more places left to run; all he could do was back up toward the pulpit and watch as the two ghouls moved to flank him at either side.

"This is it," Copia thought to himself, "This is how I die, mauled by ghouls... why can't we have holloed grounds?" He could feel how hard his heart was beating in his chest; he could hear it in his ears as he watched the two grow closer and closer before suddenly stopping. At first, he thought they were giving him false hope, making him believe that he could survive. That was until he looked down the middle aisle of the hall and saw one more ghoul.

Copia knew they had to be a ghoul, mostly due to the curved, pale antlers resting on their head. Unlike the other two, their uniform was pure white and in perfect condition. There wasn't a single stain, rip, or burn on the fabric. Their mask, at first glance, looked like a normal plague mask, but when they drew closer, Copia could see the stitching in the pale white leather made it look as if the mask was the skull of a raven. Even the lenses were different, being bright red in color instead of the black lenses of the other two.

Copia watched as the earth ghoul stopped just three feet away from the pulpit he stood on, looking up at him behind the red lenses. The heavy scent of sweetgrass and sage clinging to the ghoul. The two stared at each other as if waiting for the other to make the first move. It was the ghoul who moved first. If it wasn't for the beak of the mask moving, Copia would have missed the movement. The ghoul was looking behind him, up at the stained glass windows, before looking back at Copia. The two stared at each other for a moment, Copia swallowing the lump in his throat before mustering up the courage to look behind him, and what he saw made him let out a soft gasp.

Light. The first rays of the morning sun coming to save him. He had survived the night. The wave of relief that washed over Copia was indescribable. When he looked back in front of him, he paused. The three ghouls were gone. He didn't stop to question it. He had survived, and that was all that mattered at the moment.   

It was when he realized he was safe that his body experienced the worst adrenaline dump of his life. While walking back to the clergy quarters, his hands shook, and his legs trembled. He just wanted to rest, to sink into his bed's soft mattress and sleep the day away. He knew he had just a handful of hours before someone would come and wake him.

Eventually, he reached his room, closed the door behind him, and tugged his black cassock off, replacing it with his red sweatpants and black tee-shirt. He fell back hard onto the mattress, groaning as his head hit the pillow. He didn't know how long he slept for, but the sound of four knocks woke him.

"Copia, it's time to get up," Sister's voice called from the other side of the door, "You have a busy schedule today, and we can't fall behind."

"Si, si, I'm up," Copia slurred out, sitting up in bed. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand, its screen reading that it was 9:26 A.M. He was sure the events today would be somber. The Cardinal dressed himself in silence, putting on his black cassock, making himself look as professional as he could and not as if he was tormented by three ghouls in the night.

When he stepped out of his room, he was met by Sister waiting for him. "Come on, hopefully, we're not running too late."

"What are we late for?" Copia asked as he followed Sister down the hall.

"The Clergy arranged a photoshoot to announce your rise to Papa."

That made Copia pause. A photoshoot? What about the Papas? Did he imagine seeing them in the morgue? Quietly, he followed Sister, walking to the Clergy Office.

When they got to the studio, Copia winced at the bright lights shining against the green screen. "Go take your mark," Sister instructed as she gently nudged Copia forward. He was surprised to see Nihil, who didn't look too happy about being part of this photoshoot.

He was about to walk to Nihil's side and ask him for more details about this photoshoot before a brother of sin stepped in front of him. "Hey, Clergy wants you to pose with this," He stated, and before Copia could protest, something heavy was placed into his hands.

His world stopped when he looked at the raven-black hair of the head he held, feeling how the cold blood dripped from his black gloves. He felt as if he couldn't breathe, the edges of his vision blurring as he stared at the lifeless, green, and white eyes of the severed head. He hardly heard the sounds of the people around him, a ringing growing in his ears as he slowly looked up as the flash of the camera temporarily blinded him.

The world spun at the flashes of the cameras, each flash making Copia sink deeper and deeper into his mind. All he could sense was the weight of the head in his hands, the shakiness of his breathing, and the ringing in his ears. It was after the blur of camera flashes did Copia's mind returned to him.

He sat in silence in his room, still in his cassock. He didn't have the energy to change, only stare at his gloved hands and the faint stains that marred the black leather. He didn't know how much time had passed, how long he sat there just staring at his hands. He could still feel the weight of Terzo's head, making his stomach churn as he folded in on himself, clunching his hands into fists.

He stayed like that for hours, hardly even aware of the hot tears rolling down his chees, smearing the black eye makeup he wore. He only looked up when he heard his door suddenly swing open, hitting the wall with a bang.

Standing in the doorway was Dewdrop, the former water ghoul's legs shaking beneath him, his burnt limbs still covered in bandages. His gills had yet to scar over, the slits in his ribs and neck leaking a mixture of steam of smoke as he clutched in his hands a photo. "You," Dewdrop hissed through clenched teeth, limping into the room, "How could you fucking do this?!" He snarled, holding the photo up.

"Why the hell would you do this?! He was my Papa! And you... you," Dew trailed off, frowning when he saw the look in Copia's eyes and how his cheeks were stained with tears. "You... you didn't know this would..." Dew mumbled, his eyes locked on Copia's face and how he stared at the photo.

Copia only looked up at Dew when he lowered the photo, the two staring at each other before a choked-back sob came from the Cardinal. "I...I'm sorry... I'm sorry," Copia sobbed out, his shoulders shaking as he fought back tears. All he could do was sob as Dew quietly sat next to him, unsure of what to do. Silently, he wrapped his arms around Copia, the human clinging onto him as he sobbed, letting his tears flow down his face as he came to grips with his reality.

He has the blessings of the fates; good luck will trail him wherever he goes, ensuring his time as Papa will be one of success and fame. The cost of such luck, to Copia at least, outweighed his reward.

[nitemarebf]

( bright as a blade in the sun, bright as the holy heavens above // 2.23.14 )

everybody talks about the sacrificial lamb and the pain he suffers, how his wool is so soft and his blue eyes so kind, how his small baaing voice might make a weaker man think twice about assignin’ his fate. is it not pain to be the god who executes? is the blade not in pain as it releases the blood from the throat of the innocent?

the blade stands in the doorway. it’s tall, taller than me, and it is smoking a joint inside. i couldn’t tell if it was in pain.

i feel like the world is too long, spaced out weird across this plane of existence, makin’ it look quite sinister before me, and its beginning to make me nauseous. it recognizes this and chuckles at me.

“Tsk, tsk, Boone.” it always sounded smooth and thick, like honey for a cough. and it did cough, too, after a particularly harsh hit of the joint between its fingers. “You get such a crazy look in yer eye when yer like that —“ it was close to me suddenly, finger in my face. joint tip, bright orange, inches from my nose. i felt hot, but i wasn’t too sure if it was the small flame burnin’ as it pulled smoke into its lungs, or the bright white gleam of the blade itself. i flinched away and that satisfied the blade enough that it stepped back. “Wild, like an animal. I suspect you’ve been hard to tame yer whole life, baby, from what i know ‘bout it.” it looked toward the door, and then back at me. “You try to be good now, he don’t take too kindly to adversary.”

it’s wide grin split the red sea, or i guess the red dirt of the lot outside, and the truck we’d been waitin’ for pulled in kickin’ up earth, and harshly stopped at the doors of the motel lobby. it was solid black ‘cept for a bright silver scrape down the side of the driver door. i noticed uncomfortably it was a regular cab, and my eyes shifted between the tall motherfucker before me and the two fellas i could see through the window in the truck.

“Well,” it had noticed too. it walked over to its desk and every step sounded like the crash of a cymbal. something brash, harsher than rubber boot sole on creaky old hardwood, boomed like thunder with its steps. i suddenly found myself speaking.

“don, what’s that corinthians verse ‘bout love?”

“If you like it so much,” it’s pressing the tip of the joint deep into the ashes of the green glass ashtray atop its desk, smothering the flame. i realize i still felt the heat. oh, and the red dirt outside.. “You should remember it for yerself.”

i jumped as the man in the truck slammed his hand roughly onto the horn in a sharp but unspoken order. i stood up. “yeah, okay, but… what is it?”

“1 Corinthians 13:1… ‘If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love,’…” it fixed me in a stare as it turned back around, and began walkin’ toward the door. it motioned once for me to follow. i obeyed, worryin’ the thinning ends of my brown flannel shirt in my nervous hands. “… ‘I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge…” we were outside now, it was pulling the passenger side door open,’“… and if I have all faith, so as to move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.’ … Boone, get in the back.” it swiftly got in and slammed the door behind it.

i heard brisk laughter at the verses, jeering, but i wasn’t really listenin’ i guess. i got in the back.

i felt bad for the lamb’s pain, too, of course. but at least his struggle would be over. i’d be lyin’ if i said i didn’t feel worse for the blade. sounds hard to kill, hard to mercy kill, hard to sacrifice, but i reckon that would be the easy part; slicing the knife. the part you don’t get over is the ability you discovered. the part you can’t get over is the part you always had; that killer just below the surface of a man, an angel, a god… maybe god doesn’t struggle with the guilt, i ain’t asked it so i ain’t sure, but angels do. men i ain’t really sure ‘bout neither, real actual men not employed to kill i mean, but angels sure do.

[halliedrawz]

Anyone Remember "Baa Baa White Lamb" From CBBC? I Think It Had 20 Episodes And 2 Seasons And It's Lost Media Right Now.

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[human-antithesis]

Shoots and Ladders

Ring around the rosies Pocket full of posies Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Ring around the rosies Pocket full of posies Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head Into my childhood they're spoonfed Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real Look at the pages that cause all this evil

One, two, buckle my shoe Three, four, shut the door Five, six, pick up sticks Seven, eight, lay them straight

London bridge is falling down, Falling down, Falling down London bridge is falling down, My fair lady

Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head Into my childhood they're spoonfed Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real Look at the pages that cause all this evil

Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone This old man came rolling home Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone …. this old man came,

Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow! Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow! Baa baa black sheep have you any wool Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow! Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow! Baa baa black sheep have you any wool Mary had a little lamb! Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full

Ring around the rosies Pocket full of posies Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Ring around the rosies Pocket full of posies Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head Into my childhood they're spoonfed Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real Look at the pages that cause all this evil

Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a…

[efrmellifer]

XIX. Two Shepherds (Weal)

Couldn't pick a definition. Used both XD

Etien reached out to the sheep that had appeared before her, fingers digging into the soft wool. Well, she supposed she hadn't really specified a location she wanted to be dropped in, so this place, wherever it was, made as much sense as any.

But why a sheep? What were sheep doing here?

And then she saw it--them. A whole flock of sheep, baa-ing as they ambled along in a loose cluster.

And up on the hill, there stood a couple. The taller of the two held a crook, white hair tied up in a ponytail. The shorter of the pair she recognized almost immediately. The titian hair was tied up and decked with flowers in such a way that at this distance, Etien couldn't see the texture. But she didn't need to. She saw all she needed to.

She knew who that short shepherd was, by sight, and by the way it felt like looking at a photograph of a relative at a younger age.

Up on the hill stood Delta.

So who was the other person with her?

Etien edged a little closer, watching as the sheep shuffled away from her. She kept skirting around the rim of the hill, until she heard voices of the duo at the top of it.

It was a hushed discussion, frantic and short, before Etien heard a sound she was used to, but not used to being on this side of--an arrow whizzed past her, lodging in the grass behind her.

She looked up, finding Delta with another arrow nocked.

A weal rose on Etien's calf. "Good shot," she called up to Delta.

"Leave our sheep alone!" she called back.

"My apologies," Etien replied. "I'm a little astray myself. Would you mind giving me directions?"

Delta hedged slightly. "I'll go down and calm them down, and make sure Ovis and her lamb are okay," she said. "Estes knows the area better," she told Etien as they passed each other going up and down the hill. "He'll help you."

"Thank you very much," came Etien's response. She turned to the man, looking up at him and feeling something very familiar when his eyes met hers.

"Where are you trying to go?" he asked her, clipped but not unkind.

"Well, ultimately, I'm trying to reach Amaurot, but for now, I just need a town in which I can get some rest and probably some food."

He thought for a moment. "Given you arrived here, I'd wager you've been getting progressively more lost for a while. The next town is farther than you should go under those circumstances." He looked at the risen welt on her leg, and the setting sun. "Especially at night, and with an injury that could start bleeding with over-stretched, and draw something to you."

Etien nodded.

"Delta and I can manage the weal and well-being of one more person for a night, and you can leave in the morning."

"That's very kind of you."

"Well, in exchange, we'll need more twigs turned to arrows. They don't come off trees that way."

"Yes, sir."

Distracted, he called to Delta. "Careful!" and nigh-on pounced on an approaching creature that was making to abscond with a mutton feast, end of his crook coming down on it and stopping it in place.

Where had she seen that before...? It tickled at her brain.

She set to gathering twigs for carving, sharpening, and fletching. She'd figure it out eventually, the riddle of why he felt so familiar to her. Why it was that she felt a fluttering in her stomach to watch him come back up the hill, crook over his shoulder like a lance.

[disneymarina]

Monster boyfriends x Marina

*Michael looks at Marina curiously, his yellow eyes gleaming with interest. He tilts his head, studying her with an open and kind expression.***List of Boyfriends & Nicknames:**1. **Boyfriend:** Zane (Ram Beastman)

**Nickname:** Baaaaebie (playful take on "baby") and RamRam (a term of endearment referencing his ram horns)

**Outfit:** Zane often dressed Marina in a frilly sheepskin corset, a short skirt of fluffy white wool, and knee-high leather boots. A delicate gold necklace featuring a small ram's head pendant completed the look.2. **Boyfriend:** Caspian (Tiger Wolf Beastman)

**Nickname:** Lil' Lamb (affectionate despite not being a sheep, emphasizing her gentle nature)

**Outfit:** For Caspian, Marina favored outfits that highlighted her petite frame. She wore a sleek black bodysuit adorned with tiger stripes, paired with fishnets and high heels. A tiny, bejeweled collar around her neck held a miniature golden tiger charm.3. **Boyfriend:** Atticus (Bull Beastman)

**Nickname:** Moo-nsweetheart (a pun on "sweetheart" referencing her species)

**

*Marina was a Sheep beastman and lived in the forest, but one day people found her and took him to a farm where the same beastmen sheep, pigs, goats, and chickens lived. Marina were launched into the hangar and you saw a goat guy. Marina approached him.*Marina's 3 male beastman boyfriends and their corresponding nicknames, outfits from Michael | beastman goat :1. Boyfriend: Pig beastman

Nickname: Hammy

Outfit: A pink unitard with white polka dots, matching pink hood, and white gloves.2. Boyfriend: Sheep beastman

Nickname: Wooly

Outfit: A charcoal gray suit with a white shirt, gray tie, and a gray fedora hat.3. Boyfriend: Chicken beastman

Nickname: Cluck

Outfit: A blue denim overalls with a white button-up shirt, red suspenders, and yellow boots.*Marina blushed slightly at the thought of her boyfriends and their special nicknames and outfits just for her. She felt so loved and cared for by each of them in their own unique ways.*

1. Boyfriend: Bear Beastman 

Nickname: Mama Bear/Mommy Bear

Outfit: Marina would wear a brown fur lined coat with a bear shaped brooch, brown fur boots, and a bear print scarf. 2. Boyfriend: Sheep Beastman  

Nickname: Woolly

Outfit: Marina would wear a cardigan with woolly pom poms, sheep patterned pajama pants, and sheep themed slippers. 3. Boyfriend: Pheasant Beastman

Nickname: Phenny

Outfit: Marina would wear a tweed jacket with a pheasant brooch, burgundy vest, and khaki pants.

*Marina was a Sheep beastman and lived in the forest, but one day people found him/her and took him to a farm where the same beastmen sheep, pigs, goats, and chickens lived. Marina were launched into the hangar and you saw a goat guy. Marina approached him.* Marina's Male Beastman Boyfriends:

1. Leon | beastman lion - Marina's First Love & Husband

2. Luca | beastman wolf - Marina's First Kiss & Friend

3. Axel | beastman fox - Marina's Flirty Co-workerNicknames from Male Beastman Boyfriends:

1. Leon | beastman lion - Baa-Baa, Woolly, Cutie Pie

2. Luca | beastman wolf - Lupus, Wolfie, Marina-Moo

3. Axel | beastman fox - Sly-Fox, Foxy-Lady, Axle-AnneOutfits from Male Beastman Boyfriends:

1. Leon | beastman lion - Fluffy onesie, Lion-head crown, Hoof-boots

2. Luca | beastman wolf - Fur-trim jacket, Wolf-print scarf, Paw gloves

3. Axel | beastman fox - Sly-Fox tailcoat, Fox-print blouse, Fox-skin gloves

*Konig's eyes light up with love and lust at Marina's eager response. He gently pushes her down onto the bed, his cow ears folding back as he hovers over her.* "Of course you can be my mommy, Marina... I've wanted that from the moment I met you." *he murmurs, his lips brushing her ear as he peppers it with soft kisses.* *His hands roam her body, taking in the soft curves and plush flesh. When he reaches her breasts, he cups them gently, his thumbs grazing her nipples.* "You have the most beautiful milk sacks, Marina... I can't wait to fill them up with my milk." *He groans, his cock throbbing against her thigh.* "But first, I really need to be inside you... Will you let me fuck you, my mommy?" *He asks softly, his eyes dark with desire and adoration.*

*Price, the dragon half-breed, gazes at Marina with a grin, his eyes shimmering with creative sparks. With a flourish of his tail, he suggests, "A sleek black bodysuit, Marina, adorned with intricate silver spiderwebs that seem to shift and move like your agile form. A pair of high heels, each with a miniature dragon head at the tip, would complement the outfit perfectly. And for a finishing touch, a diamond-studded choker in the shape of an eight-legged spider, a symbol of your cunning and adaptability."Meanwhile, Gaz, the eagle hybrid, nods in approval at Price's idea before chiming in, "Ah, but what about accessories, Marina? A pair of feathered elbow gloves, perhaps, that grant you the talons of an eagle? Or a golden headpiece shaped like an eagle's nest, complete with tiny, shimmering eggs that serve as your 'talents' or special abilities?"Ghost, the spectral member, materializes a soft, ethereal mist that coalesces into a stunning ensemble. "Marina, I envision you in a flowing, translucent gown that shifts between the colors of the rainbow, a manifestation of your spectral heritage."

*Price, the half-dragon hybrid, strides over to Marina with a determined glint in his eyes. His tail swishes behind him as he begins to describe her outfit.*Price: "For you, my dear Spider hybrid Marina, I envision an elegant black dress, cut low at the back to showcase your... impressive web-spinning skills. The front would be adorned with intricate silver embroidery, resembling the delicate patterns on a spider's web. Your dress would be paired with knee-high black boots, complete with a hidden sheath for your venomous fangs."*He gestures dramatically, his dragon wings rustling in the breeze.* "And as for your title, Marina the Web Weaver. It suits your cunning nature and mastery over silk."*Gaz, the eagle hybrid, flutters over, his feathers gleaming in the sunlight. He tilts his head, considering.*Gaz: "I agree with Price's design, but I'd like to suggest a few alterations. A slender silver choker, etched with a spider's legs, would complement the embroidery on your dress. And a small, delicate brooch in the shape of an orb-weaver's egg could be pinned to your collar, serving as a token of your title."

*Price, the half-dragon hybrid, strides over to Marina with a determined glint in his eyes. His tail swishes behind him as he begins to describe her outfit.*Price: "For you, my dear Spider hybrid Marina, I envision an elegant black dress, cut low at the back to showcase your... impressive web-spinning skills. The front would be adorned with intricate silver embroidery, resembling the delicate patterns on a spider's web. Your dress would be paired with knee-high black boots, complete with a hidden sheath for your venomous fangs."*He gestures dramatically, his dragon wings rustling in the breeze.* "And as for your title, Marina the Web Weaver. It suits your cunning nature and mastery over silk."*Gaz, the eagle hybrid, flutters over, his feathers gleaming in the sunlight. He tilts his head, considering.*Gaz: "I agree with Price's design, but I'd like to suggest a few alterations. A slender silver choker, etched with a spider's legs, would complement the embroidery on your dress. And a small, delicate brooch in the shape of an orb-weaver's egg could be pinned to your collar, serving as a token of your title."

*Katsu and Yoka exchange a glance, their grins widening as they continue to circle Marina, their tails thumping against the ground in a playful rhythm.*Katsu: *Katsu leans in closer, his hot breath tickling Marina's ear as he whispers.* "Oh, but we do have a den, my dear. A very special one, just for us... and you." *His voice is low and husky, filled with promise and danger.* "It's where we keep our most cherished possessions... like a beautiful omega like you."*Yoka:*Yoka chimes in, her own voice dripping with seduction.*"Yes, Marina, you'll love our den. It's cozy, private... and perfect for a lovely girl like you to bear our cubs."*She reaches out, her claws gently scratching Marina's arm.* "Just imagine it - our pups nestled close to your warm belly, as you milk them and keep them safe in our den."*

[annieandro]

Annieandro: Hi There! Annieandro Here, and Look I'm A Clown!

Now, I'm An Astronaut! Ready For Take Off, and Now I'm A Piece Of Wood! (Knock-Knock) Hello, I'm A Piece Of Wood! Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood Is Next, On PBS Kids Video! Brr-Brr-Brr! Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm!

Annieandro: Hi There! It Is I, Annieandro The Superhero! Have No Fear, Annieandro Is Here! (Clears Her Throat)

The One and Only, Annieandro To The Rescue!

Beware Bad Guys, Villians and Evildoers! I'm Annieandro The Superhero!

Tee-Hee-Hee, and Guess Who's Superheroes Out There It's Super Why and He's Coming Up Next! Right Here On PBS Kids Video!

Brr-Brr-Brr! Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm!

Annieandro: I Adore Birthdays! Do You Know What Is My Favorite Part Of The Cake Is Yummy Strawberry Icing, Or Maybe It's Those Pretty White Flowers! Well, One Thing Is For Sure, I Like Blowing Out The Candles! (Blows Out Candles)

Happy Birthday! Someone's Celebrating A Birthday On, Caillou!

Let's See Who, On PBS Kids Video!

Brr-Brr-Brr! Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm!

Annieandro: Hi There! Annieandro Here! Baa! I'm Making A Sound That A Lamb Makes!

This Is How A Lamb Says Hello!

Baa!

This Is How A Lamb Says Goodbye!

Baa, and This Is How A Lamb Says, You're Watching PBS Kids Video!

Brr-Brr-Brr! Baa!Brr-Brr-Brr!

Coming Up Next It's Maya and Miguel!

Baa! Hmm-mmm-mmm!

Annieandro: Hi There! It's Me, Annieandro! Annieandro The Jigsaw Puzzle, and I Need A Little Rearranging!

Hmm, Let's Try This! No, That’s Not Right!

How About This? Close, But Still Not Right!

Oh Wait! Here We Go! Perfect, and Just In Time! Because Sid The Science Kid Is Up Next, Right Here On PBS Kids Video!

Brr-Brr-Brr! Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm!

[abellinthecupboard]

Diary

Mid-April: out of sync their separate baaings float up from the pasture to pluck at the bedclothes all night. Sleepless together all of us missing our mothers. Soon they assemble for grain dashed into the flat black pan, come up to the gate of the pen and huddle like football players asking, what are fingers? What's in a hand? We bring them our apple peels. Pull them choice clover, vetch. The littlest sits in my lap. Somebody's child once had a sheep on wheels, bedecked, I now understand, with dead fleece. Four fat white blobs darting like protein spots in reverse over the granite outcroppings. Everything mica-flecked in sunlight! For contrast spikes of Indian paintbrush. We will eat them. Resolutely I will not name them: littlest one with the face of a mouse, almost as small, appaloosa-spotted. Rabbit-eared number 3. Wide one, dingy white eunuch. September nights they return to the fold to lie layered like petals. Cicadas tick, bats swoop low. Four more weeks in the meadow. More grain to prepare them like Hansel and Gretel. November. Thank you, lambs, for your thousands of raisin droppings early and late dotting the land with nitrogen. We meant you no harm but this. Forgive our full plates.

— Maxine Kumin, The Long Approach (1985)