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how's the writing going?"*walks into the cabin rubbing her eyes and muttering about icky, awful nightmares before sinking onto the couch closest to the fire to get started on some doodling for the day*
how's the writing going?"
what about tonight?
hey Thyri," he hugs her.
"I'm here if you need to talk angel... and if you act wenchy, I'll have to start acting like a pirate." he winks.
*Skitters over to the bar, breaking it down MC Hammer style, and cracking open a Johnny Appleseed Cider.*
Hi Pretty Angel. Can I get you anything while I'm up? Dr. Pepper? Wild Turkey? Captain Morgan? Tortoiseshell comb?![]()
-Entering the cabin only to trip landing on his belly sliding to a stop at Thyri's feet, looking up with an embarrassed grin on his black lupine face- ''Uhhhh hello...you must be that purty Elf everyone talks about.''
he snickers, "So funny Thyri, yess, her booty." he winks.
He laughs "Trying to see up her skirt Wolfias?" he jokes.
"I'll take a cider Thyri, if you don't mind."
*Reaches down to scratch a cute wolf under his chin.* Hi Wolfias. My friends call me Thyri (Teery). That was quite an entrance. You should set it to music.
*Pours a double for the thirsty Angel and takes my tortoiseshell comb in hand, bringing her drink and her pleasure to sit with her on the couch.* Libations for you, Milady. And silken tresses for me.