cinderella's pumpkin had it so easy • video

[unladenswallow]

( vines would have to do to replace her arms whilst she was forced into this egregious form of a jack-o-lantern. she was definitely going to have to remember that, apparently, magic could get to her even if she weren't in the same room as the casters.

the pumpkin-hero was more than a little aggravated and using the vines to open the mirror compact, she huffed into it when it began to record. )

I don't suppose I can trouble someone to keep the crows away from me? Yelling only seems to work so much and I'm running out of seeds to spit at the bastards.

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[blessedarethebookmakers]

[what a rude vine! Fortunately his fur mitigates some of the strike, but it's enough to make him hesitant. He hunches where he is, wings tight against his back, analyzing the situation. After a moment he licks his lips. The pumpkin smell is just to good to resist. But first he has to wait for the vegetable to let its gourd down]

[unladenswallow]

( more like rude fangs, okay. their intent is very unwanted. the vines undulate in the air as though prepared to strike and the grimace permanently carved on her face ... well, remains that way, considering. she narrowed her gaze. ) I can wait all night, you know. Pumpkins are not in need of sleep unlike animals.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[nonetheless, after about fifteen minutes, he crept a little closer, nose wiggling. The mighty predator and legless prey.]

[unladenswallow]

Don't do it. ( said as the rabbit wriggled closer. here she was, lacking a sword and arms to wield it with, and someone was trying to eat her. first it was crows and now and damned bunny. she raised her vines into the air as he crept and realized that his teeth were the better weapon in this so-called fight. what was she meant to do? roll away? although! she could... her carved mouth turned into a wicked grin and just like she had with the birbs, ciri started spitting seeds at him! maybe it'd hit him in the eye or something? )

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[Attack! He squirms, trying to get back out, accidentally getting his wing caught and thrashes around a bit before lying still and covering his eyes with his paws.

[unladenswallow]

( she watched in mild amusement as the rabbit thrashed and finally took to the ground as though a wounded animal. wait, isn't that what he... ) ... are you giving up? ( have you injured yourself? ) ... ( moments passed and against her better judgment, she inched a tendril closer... ) ...hello? ( poke. poke poke. )

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he grabs the tendril in his mouth and bolts!]

[unladenswallow]

( asdfghjkl; that HURT! the tendril was split and partially removed thanks to those very, very sharp fangs! ) GAH, you horrible, foul little beast! The next time I find a rabbit once I've retrieved a blade and gotten my proper form back, I shall enjoy every. Single. Damned. Bite! Of it!

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he poops in her general direction and then continues to flee with his prize]

ooc; i literally cannot breathe after reading this lmfao!

[unladenswallow]

...

( her pumpkin lips pressed together to form a thin line. rude didn't even begin to cover it. )

... bloody, furry arsehole. ( and she'll continue to complain about the borbs until she runs into someone else. )