Getting Some Answers
magpie had always been a blank, a base to layer something else. now magpie was known to people, but unknown to themselves. magpie had friends that could be trusted. and more than that, magpie was welcome.
Aboard the Airship (Reupload)
A gift to the kenku from magpie's mother. it was as precious to his adopted father as the scant memories of mother was to magpie. shaking a dark head, magpie turned to the room and breathed out a sigh. no time to reminisce at the moment.
Brave New Realm: Palace of Ice
magpie took the clothes as offered, looking at the chest wrappings and shaking their head. not now. "king magpie, please step forward." half clothed, magpie did as asked.
Brave New Realm: Diggy Diggy Hole
magpie wanted to stay. wanted to see everything through. which was strange, it had been a very long time since magpie longed for anything. a crack in the mask.
Vacancies for Overseers (Otherwise Untitled)
The magpie slide over to the bar, near the jukebox that crooned softly with some guitar tune. he answered the call, "yo?"
Brave New Realm: The Trials
How is magpie going to handle these? what will our con artist do when faced with endangering those they are traveling with in an effort to earn... what exactly? magpie woke feeling worse than when their eyes had closed.
Magpie's Journey: Arrival at Moonsteppe
magpie could only hold on and shiver as people pressed close, hands pressing to feverish skin. "poison!" came the panicked cry. another calling for everrett. more hands pressed to the trembling form as power flooded magpie's body.
Corgi has Dinner (Otherwise Untitled)
The ingredients never seem to be all in season at the right time around here," the magpie's beak slightly agape in a mimicry of a smile as she laid the bowl down on the dining table.
Cookie
magpie and stoat slid together, her wings naturally around him, both their noses full of the thick, persistent scent.
From the desk of the General. Mission 5.
magpies love shiny things. they also received a lollipop. everyone loves a lollipop! soon enough, we had everyone on board with this plan, and no-one was rolling around dramatically, bleeding out unnecessarily anymore.
A (Modified)Love Poem
I desire the gleeful cries of a magpie atop a fence post, i must have the spicy smell of fallen pine needles in the summer.
Cat in the Mud
A magpie with a soldering iron in one wing-hand raised her attention from the jewel setting she had in front of her and waved with her free wing. "afternoon sidi, staying late tonight?"