Though being such a beauty as Fearne is, I'd say the ways of chaos become much easier to follow!

What a great opportunity this month has been to try a new workflow for our animations! I personally think the outcome ended up being muuuch much better than the previous ones. Still, I trust your criteria much more than mine. Hence, please hit me with your thoughts!

During June, this Cap'n will also try a couple new thingies, and I hope we will finally get a chance to see what the fuzz is all about!

Thank you SO much to all my sailors. Thank you for the gorgeous company, the encouragement, and the space to always take the stakes a bit further and higher. You are my reason, muse, and guidance: my lovely lanterns in the night!

Thank you for being this great!! 🥰🥰🥰

Now, back to our stories!!

Callista Uniting the Clans - The Kings of the West (pt1)

“Here is to a great Alliance between our people!” King Gerald exclaimed enthusiastically, raising a glass of wine in honor of his guest.

The ambassador Callista elegantly got back on her feet, kissed the man on the cheek and, without saying a word, left the room for the royal bath waiting for her. She was in the company of her personal adviser, who was giving guidance for her next strategical consultation while making their way through the glamorous corridors.

These were peaceful times, and Callista knew that. This was a perfect opportunity to create new alliances with the kingdoms of the West. Her people were counting on her; to join the trade routes with the South and bring peace to the clans.

Getting word from his three assessors, the next ruler was already by the portal leading to the bath. He was the youngest of the three leaders who constituted the Triumvirate of the West.

Eager for the negotiations that were about to unfold, King Frederick’s expectations ramped once he saw Callista approaching with a graceful and seductive gait. Making her tail swing from left to right in a luscious rhythm.

She confidently acknowledged the tall young man with a smirked wink before vanishing through the steamy portal leading to the baths.

“She walks as if the palace is hers!” the King’s advisors hissed between teeth. But in Frederick’s mind, there was only a pleasant desire to know more about this green-horned lady and how she kept her composure in front of such an authority.

A terrific entrance for a game of power where more than a simple discussion was about to occur. Callista knew she had the upper hand for the second part of the negotiations.

Once under the warm lavender water, she thought to herself: “One success--now two more to go.”

Callista Uniting the Clans - The Kings of the West (pt2)

She took a deep breath and vanished into the pool filled with clean water, where soap was decorating the surface, and exquisite flower scents were wafting in the air.

To say that the pleasures the noble house offered were staggering for Callista would be a colossal understatement. She had heard stories of the joys of bathhouses, of servants filling corners as living sculptures, and palaces made out of ivory and gold. Yet all these enjoyments were so foreign to her that, under that hood of confidence and enthusiasm, an insecure girl was starting to rise and break the surface.

Callista knew she couldn't allow these thoughts to interrupt her focus and charisma. They very well might disrupt the negotiations ahead and the token of peace she keenly was after.

But there she was. With a sack full of tragedy on her back that made her the person she finally became. Her history had been infested with sacrifice and abstinence she and her blood had been forced to overcome. Hers was a path born out of despair, pain, and loss.

"That's all in the past," She thought to herself. Forcing herself through the thoughts of her mother's extraordinary achievements and the clever feats of her father. "Our present and future shall be brighter than that."

And from under the foamy bathwater, Callista reappeared with grace, ready for the royal appointment. King Frederick was in front of the stairs leading out of the bubbly surface, appreciating the exotic entrance from the tailed ambassador.

"Lady Callista, what an honor to meet thee," King Frederick stated. While, behind such gracious hips emerging from the water, the slow swing of the tail was fighting a battle for the ruler's attention. "Please--Mine house, thyne h--" Callista interrupted the monarch with a silent and defying gaze while keeping her arms crossed. Though Frederick was towering over her, the ambassador could read his eyes full of perplexity.

Immediately after, two servants approached with towels and stroked her gently to remove the wetness from her body.

Once dry and fresh, and without taking her eyes from the lord, she winked at him and took his hand. Her tail caressed the ruler's chin and torso while on their way to a marble podium next to the royal guards—those guards whom weren't peeking over their shoulders at all.

Callista grabbed Frederick's hands and softly kissed them, giving back the authority she borrowed from him the moments before. "This is the day our people become friends. The day our paths connect. And this--" She paused before putting her hand to her chest, summoning a small incorporeal blue flower, and guided it into the King's chest, where his heart was. "--this is the moment I become yours."

Jester's Gorgeous Smile

A week into a relaxing break from eldritch threats, Lady Lavorre found herself enjoying a much-deserved vacation in the most isolated parts of the Menagerie Coast. A cottage rented by farmers of the area, also known for their exceptional cheese banquet. The beasts tamed and raised there were nothing but wonder for the cities of the north.

But what was truly surprising that afternoon was that Jester took cheese sandwiches instead of muffins, even though they were included at the buffet! Who saw that coming?

3 O'Clock - (pt1)

“Maybe he forgot.” She thought to herself with a sigh while watching the candle burning through the wax, right outside Chetney’s room. “I should stop thinking I deserve to be l—”

Her thoughts were halted by a broken and dissonant howling at the other side of the wall. Immediately after, the door bolted open: It was that short-tempered man receiving his companion and fulfilling his promise.

Noticing Fearne’s presence, he rushed to lay against the wooden frame and relaxed his stance: “So... do you come here often?”

4 O'Clock - (pt2)

“The night is young,” Fearne stated.

“...and so are we! You look like eighty, baby.” the short Gnome replied.

“And you barely look like one hundred. A sexy one hundred.” She went on with a flirty tone while standing in the corridor. “Won’t you show me your--” The sweet Faun started, leaning forward and revealing her massive breasts, fighting to find freedom from her green low-cut garment. “--moves?”.

“My moves?? Babe, I am gonna teach you how to fly!” Chetney replied with his raspy voice.

Fearne shivered exuberantly, sending waves through her body and letting her companion close the door once she got inside. “I expected nothing less from such a gentleman.” She spared a compliment, sitting down on the feet of the bed. She crossed her legs and revealed just enough for a certain short man with eyes acclimated for the dark to see what laid under that dress.

“Oh boy--” He tried to hide the commotion in his pants.

“Oh--how hard are you!” She asked.

“...How hurt?” He misheard.

“Hard, how HARD are you.”

“Oh, I m not hurt; these are just scratches, baby--” He naively answered. “--Being a wolf makes you do all kinds of wild stuff.” And he winked exaggeratedly after lying his back confidently on the furniture next to him where the candles were illuminating the room.

And in a typical Fearne fashion, she forgot what the question had been. “Atta-boy! Then we better get started!”.

And please let me finish by saying something for which I will need to take my hat off: You are all SO awesome! I love the multitude of messages and participation on Fearne’s meme and how many laughs and fun times we’ve had together! Also, for those that catch the drift: If you know... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You truly make me feel so proud of being a Cap’n! Our community is such a lovely thing to be part of, and our Crew is, with all certainty, an exclusive place in our hearts! I can’t tell you how happy you’ve made me in the past few days! 🥰🥰🥰

❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much to every single one of you ❤️❤️❤️

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