Deranged Fairytale [Muse and Jaerumund]

[iprince]

Why must it always be moonlight?

The question spun in Muse's brain as he himself was twirled about the carousal, each beautifully crafted animal swaying horizontally to the sweet jingle of music. Such bright colors they were, illuminated by the silver glint of a full lunar phase. The little slivers of light reflected off the golden, glass saddles, the pearlescent manes of horses, unicorns, and lions. A bright menagerie of the exotic and breathtaking. So beautiful.

Muse was the odd one out, the ugly disfigurement that marred the pretty toy as it span and sang it's gorgeous melody. Dusty parchment fur, and white-grey mane. His blank eyes and spliced fore toes. His anorexic built and ugly, gleaming teeth that glared out from a mouth too large to belong to any equine or cervine. It was depressing, but Muse almost never felt depression unless Esix was gone.

As it were, the little spider dangled precariously from the very tip of the Artifact's tail, swinging gently as the carousal brought them around and around in gentle circles. Several of his legs wiggled voraciously, spinning a silver thread of silk to weave amid Muse's tail. The texture and hue were identical. Muse very well could be bear a naked tail, and it would not look any different. Even his mane carried the same spiderweb illusion. Who knew. The pair had been together for longer than either of them could guess. Muse himself could very well be woven from spider silk.

The carousal came to a stop, the music cutting short soon after. With a frown curving his lipless mouth, Muse trotted off the pedestal, brushing against the tall, handsome forms of the faux animals, as he made his way toward the lever.

"Muse" a haunting voice crept into the air, more eerie than the voiceless music itself, the warble of every scary thing and phobia bundled into one, dark, voice.

The Artifact stopped in his tracked, craning his neck to turn his blank, dull gaze upon the tiny, squirming arachnid.

"Perhaps that is enough for tonight."

Muse paused, muscled twitched around his mouth, forming something that resemble a grotesque pout. But he nodded, without complaint, and carefully lept down from the podium. What Esix said was law, Muse had never once disobeyed him. He would just have to find something else to entertain himself with for the rest of the night.

[Vyn]

The moonlight was beautiful, glinting off his pure white feathers as the gryphon glided smoothly through the evening air. Onlookers might've admired those shining feathers, their perfect gloss under the caress of moonlight...but Jaeru hated them. They were the perfect symbolization of the beast which had destroyed his human body.

Sure, his life was extended more than he could've hoped for when he took this young Gryphon's body as his own, but what hope was there of reuniting with his wife now? It seemed so meaningless now. This body, this life. But even Jaerumund himself knew he was only in a momentary slump. As usual, he had taken a break for the night to watch another play, he loved them like any play writer would, and holding the form of a Theatre demon only increased that love.

The play was over now, the curtain closed upon that fairytale plot, and Jaeru was forced into reality. It wasn't nearly as appealing as one would've hoped.

However, a form below caught his attention. A single horn glinting in the moonlight was all he needed to have his curiousity sparked. An artifact? Now that was rare. With a grin curving against his predatory beak, Jaeru tucked his wings in close, his gryphon body plunging earthward until, at the very last moment, he flared out his wings and landed smoothly a few feet from the Unicorn.

Eyes narrowed slightly, curious and yet uncertain if he should waste his breath on the stranger. After a moment he nodded and stepped forward.

"Good evening."

He had a powerful voice, one that commanded respect in the manner of any decent Director, but it was also a voice which held too much age for such a youthful form.

[iprince]

Esix was fully aware of the approaching form long before the sound of beating wings and the distant glint of white caught Muse's attention. The arachnid went taunt on his thread, and a visible vibe of uneasiness vibrated off of his tiny form. He scurry up into the safety of his silvery nest, each movement painfully obvious to his host.

"Be careful," the hissing voice urged, shaking the threads of Muse's tail. He was not afraid, merely cautious, as any invertebrate would be at the sight of an avian creature.

Muse instantly felt a wave of nervousness come over him, snapping his head up to watch as the Gryphon Euclides landed gracefully in front of his mutilated form. He bared his teeth, a sight that came out more like a deranged grin than anything truly threatening. Leonine tail curled tight against his body, shivering with the urge to keep Esix from harm. The head lowered, and the direction of his horn became painfully obvious. Muse looked as if he were to attack.

Something that probably wouldn't fair to well for the little mutant. He being a mere three feet at the shoulder, against this Gryphon's massive form. A piece of information Esix was quick to realize.

"Don't, Muse. Be careful, be cautious, be courteous." Little whispers, like living nightmares, curled around his ears.

Muse cocked his head, lifting a hind leg and paw the ground indecisively. He didn't not, but his acquiescence was obvious. Muscles loosened, head raised (though his ears were flicked back in aggravation, Muse didn't like it when Esix got nervous), and his state become noticeably relaxed. But it was a queer sort of relaxation, as if it had somehow been forced upon him unwillingly. Like a tranquilizer the victim fights half-heartedly.

With a silent sigh, Muse sat back on his hindquarters, swinging his tail gently out in front of him, and went lax and quiet. Unmoving as Esix wove his way out the tail, peeking out between the hairs with eight, oil spot eyes.


"Good 'eve to you as well, my kind sir. How might we be of service?"