MYO-4577: Brooke

Brooke sighs and leans her head to the side, resting it on Ophio’s soft shoulder.  The air is filled with the delicate hum of a harp and the occasional, hauntingly beautiful notes of a flute. Colors are rich and vibrant, with spectacular outfits and decorations in deep greens, purples, golds, and silvers. There’s the scent of blooming flowers and the subtle hint of incense weaving through the air.  ...

“This is literally, actually, so vomit!” “Did quit thy complaining, Brooke.  T’ needeth to beest done, hibiscus…” Brooke doesn’t mind the fact she’s on her hands and knees behind her yoga establishment’s, ripping out glowing blue shrooms that began to sprout beneath and from the cracks of the building's concrete and bricks. She doesn't really min...

Some time ago two succubun doe sat under a beach umbrella for shelter on the beach on what should’ve been a perfectly sunny day…   The harmonic, droning dribble of rainwater beat do...