This is a big post, so get situated :D
The Beast Peddler here, with a late update. Remember we had been seeing a big monster prowling around the place? Well, we finally got some pictures of it, and I completely forgot to post them:
The Tale of the Ryrivig:
In the normally-pleasant woods that surround the enchanted cottage home of the Beast Peddler and her furred friends, unnatural howls and shrieks were heard at night. While the Beast Peddler tried to keep the young beasts calm, Hagatha squinted out into the darkness through a bone hoop, trying to see what was making the noise. She kept watch for hours, searching the night for any sign of the monster, but to no avail. The inhabitants of the cottage settled down to an uneasy night's sleep.
The next day, everyone was tired and on edge. None of the beasts would play outside, and all kept weary eyes on the windows. Hagatha wouldn't leave her room, poring over books and scrolls and communing with spirits to try and learn the creature's identity.
As the sunlight started to wane, Hagatha burst forth from her room, holding in her hands the ghost of a raven. The beasts all gathered around the hearth as he spoke-
"Those cries you hear at night are those of the Ryrivig- one of the Horrors of the Night. The Ryrivig howls and screams into the night to draw the foolishly brave out of their homes and into the night, where it devours them. There are many of the Horrors- before now, they used to lie in wait in the dark spaces of caves, the hollow knots of trees, and under the ground in the middle of mushroom rings. The sheer amount of magic that surrounds the cottage has drawn them out of the ground and out of their dark slumber. And now they're coming to find what has woken them..."
Also, meet the plumpest beast yet, Plumpus St.Baudelaire:
The Tale of Plumpus:
Plumpus St.Baudelaire is always going on about something. One minute he's trying to convince you of the health benefits of yerba mate, the next he's listing off all the reasons why one episode of Ghost Hunters is better than another. At breakfast he'll be listing everything he's going to do that day, and at lunch he'll be reciting "Oh Captain, My Captain." He especially loves sitting on the bottom shelf of the bookcase, where he can be particularly oratory and it takes everyone a while to find him.
Plumpus' constant narration would normally be extremely irritating, as one would imagine, if it wasn't for his splendid baritone. Much like Morgan Freeman or Mike Roe, he could talk about anything and you would be completely entranced. The other beasts will sometimes gather around just to hear him recite his shopping list, or the daily count of how many sparrows there were in the bird bath.
Once you get him home, he'll be pretty shy. That is, until you ask him what he wants for dinner...
Also, it may be of interest that in the past month we here at the enchanted cottage have only been playing one song, and it is The Afterlife by YACHT
Enjoy!!
love & voodoo,
the Beast Peddler
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