Tales of the Village Msagro

    

Last time in the Tales of the Village Msagro…

"We need more blankets if we're all going to stay here tonight."

    Long-tongue nodded "There are some in our home, I'll be right back." She shrugged into the wool coat and slipped out the door and into the night, leaving the hut and its occupants blind and vulnerable.

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The Perfect One jogged easily through the corn fields, wondering absently to himself again why they were even there. His mind was muggy at the moment. His qualms about betraying his sister yet again clashed with the desire to continue favor in his parents eyes. Whatever the case, he was mere yards away from the Sacred now, and turning back was out of the question. He sucked in a breath and pressed on, feeling the hard earth of the outer ring give to foliage under his feet. Ever since his sister had taken up residence in the Sacred she had worked on turning the entire village floor into a carpet of moss and ferns. Nobody in the Sacred had used shoes ever since. Perfect removed his hastily; even if he had to do this he would not disrespect her work. He turned back to the two thugs behind him and glared until they did the same, then he signaled and continued forward, now at a creeping pace, towards the cluster of huts speckling the hill ahead of them.

    Fire-Crotch remained curled up on the floor where her lover had left her, she drifted in and out seamlessly, catching snatches of murmured conversation from the others. She was briefly aware of the empty feeling along her chest and stomach and thought that this may have been the first time she'd slept without Long-Tongue in a very long time. She had been tossing and turning for a while now, she could feel it in her limbs, they were charged with energy in her bones, but felt heavy. She blinked wearily up in time to look over Bottoms' shoulder and sleepily register a dark form approaching the window.

    Long-Tongue stood for a moment outside of her darkened home, allowing the heat from her souls to saturate the moss beneath them, taking in deep, calming breaths. Fire-Crotch was safe in a room with all of her friends. Gandalf and Mr. Sparkles were large and the rest were clever. She was safe for now. Long-Tongue focused on calming herself. It was halfway through one of these breaths that something small but powerful threw itself into ribs and the darkness flooded up from her lungs into her brain and the night and all of its characters were lost to her. Her eyes fluttered shut…Back at the hut, Guppies absently noted that Fire-Crotch had stopped her stirring and now lay very still, her eyes had opened suddenly.

Tales of the Village Msagro Chapter 1 part 2

    

Last time in the Tales of the Village Msagro…

"Well. We are in no power to move her back. We'll have to find some other way."

Long-Tongue leaned heavily on the side of the hut, oblivious to the rough siding diviting the skin on her back. Scuffing footsteps approached the door. She sucked in a sharp breath and pushed off the wall, bolting back to the Sacred, the inner village.

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Dances-with-Dildos checked the locks on the door again. Touching every latch with delicate white fingers. Runs-With-Guppies was fiddling with her shining black curls, glancing up every so often at her sister. Dances-With-Dildos forced a reassuring smile and made another lap around the room, touching each of her friends briefly, lovingly, playing the mom she was so good at.

    Shortly after Long-Tongue had stumbled back into the Sacred, she had gathered all of her allies and related what she had heard. They all had different ideas on how to deal with the situation. Bends-For-Bottoms' proposal involved a rope, a paperclip, a mouse and some personal lubricant. Fire-Crotch and Tweak's idea utilized Fire-Crotch's excellent marksmanship and memorizing The-Camera's schedule. Long-Tongue simply clung to Fire-Crotch's side, terrified to let her out of her site.

    Whatever the plan ended up becoming, they all agreed it was important to keep an eye on Fire-Crotch and make sure she was not left alone the next few days. That is how they all came to be hold up in The Gandalf's home. Mr. Sparkles, Gandalf, Tweak, The Enchanted Bug, Bends-For-Bottoms, Runs-With-Guppies Dances-With-Dildos, and Lezy-Long-Tongue all took turns making loops around the hut and awaiting some kind of kidnapping brigade come for Fire-Crotch. Long-Tongue volunteered the most times since she knew the minions of her parents wouldn't dare touch her.

    Dances-With-Dildos peered out the door cautiously then stood back to briskly allow Mr. Sparkles to step back in.

"I'm next." Long-Tongue gently removed Fire-Crotch's head from her lap and allowed her to continue sleeping. At the door, Dances stopped her briefly, squeezing her hand.

    "We need more blankets if we're all going to stay here tonight."

    Long-tongue nodded "There are some in our home, I'll be right back." She shrugged into the wool coat and slipped out the door and into the night, leaving the hut and its occupants blind and vulnerable.