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Upcoming Miniventure Continuation
🕑 Added 2025-08-01 22:00:08 +0000 UTCFar up, in the highest towers of Meadows Mansion, a gathering of the Coven unfolds precisely each day at dusk. Here, a trio of Eternals commune, their voices a silken whisper amid the cool, shadowed air thick with the metallic tang of ancient obsidian. They discuss their day's indulgences, the Essence they've gathered. It's akin to a post-meal digestif, or the tea one sips after a hearty feast. Or even, a tally of souls devoured...
Hey All!
Next week Monday, August 4th, begins the next arc of the Discord CYOA style Miniventure. Part 2 will commence publicly for all to participate, its first couple of posts open for everyone to vote and read.
If you need a refresher on this season's events, feel free to check out the Season Summaries tab on the Discord. It includes a brief list of what occurred alongside some of the highlight pics included along the adventure. You can access the Summaries here:
Additionally, posted below is a brief Epilogue for Season 4's first half, involving all three of the Mistresses of the Manor! If you'd like to see how the scene unfolds, (which includes a short OV section), be sure to check out Season 4's channel here:
Hope you all enjoy!
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TNK, TNK, TRNKRACK!
Meduna cursed, her tapping high heel shattering beneath her foot, the force of her sole crushing the fragile material like brittle bone. “I was one away from a dozen, Monrose! I swear, at this rate, I’ll wither away before the Gala next week.” The tall, serpentine Mistress undid the strap of her other heel, flinging the shoe off to the side with dramatic fanfare, its arc slicing through the dim air with a faint whoosh. “I didn’t expect little Bethany to have it in her to dance that well. Cursed girl must have had some sort of trick up her sleeve; I can sense it…”
The willowy woman in green stared across the room at her bloated sister, wondering if she was even listening.
The Mistress of the Lounge, Monrose, sat dozing off in an oversized armchair. The lavender-haired, curvaceous woman lay slumped, her heaving stomach on full display in her panty-clad form, the taut skin rippling faintly with each breath, a low gurgle echoing from within.
“Snnrk…”
“WAKE UP, YOU LAZY IDOL! You spend all day sleeping and not enough time hunting.” Meduna rolled her eyes. “Feh. The petulance of youth. You’ll see; once you’ve gained enough wisdom, you’ll cherish these centuries, Rose.”
Then, the seemingly snoozing lady started sputtering a deep, bellowing laugh.
“Snrr… Ba-BAHAHA!” Monrose heaved, pointing a round finger at her sister in mockery. “I cannot help it, but Meduna my sweet, you are too easy! Yes! How I can trick you, just like that? BAHAHA!”
Meduna stopped dead in her tracks. The obsidian walls around the two seemed to darken and shimmer, their glossy surfaces reflecting distorted shadows that writhed like living serpents.
The irises of the taller, larger, green Mistress sharpened into crimson slits, trails of force following in the wake of her gaze. She stared venomously at her younger sibling as her feet slowly rose from the black marble floors beneath, the air humming with a low, electric tension.
Meduna’s voice vibrated with otherworldly tones, her speech archaic. “Yield, sister. Bow before your elder, for you have disrespected your kin.”
Despite the ferocious display of dominance, the lavender mistress was undeterred. Monrose pushed free of the armchair with an excess of force. The seat flew across the room in a blur, shattering against the far obsidian wall in a flurry of debris.
CRASH!
Her heavy form, although shorter than her sister's, had a stouter girth to it. Her tummy paunched out around her midsection, heavy breasts above swaying with her saunter, the fabric of her robes straining with a soft creak. Monrose’s grin widened, bearing sharp, almost fang-like incisors.
The goddess’s tone shifted too, imparting a rough yet echoing ring to her words. “Ah, yes sister, a clash of dominance then? Shall we finally settle the debate of who now holds the title as- “
“That’s quite enough out of the two of you; I’m trying to concentrate.”
Across the room rested a woman of opulence. The Mistress in red sat cross-legged upon an ancient mahogany throne, elbow resting gently on the worn armrest, the wood polished smooth from centuries of touch, carrying a faint scent of aged varnish.
Meadows’ free hand massaged her forehead, as closed lids fluttered with rapid eye movements beneath. Then they parted, only just, revealing crimson irises fixated on her two bickering kin.
Immediately, both Meduna and Monrose stood rigid, eyes lowered in subservience. In tandem, the pair uttered their apologies.
“Yes, Mistress, it shan’t happen again…”
Meadows flicked an idle finger in the duo’s direction. Like marionettes severed from their tethers, both women slumped to the ground in heaps.
THUD, THUD!
The Mistress of the Manor closed her eyes gently once more. “Good. I’ve been communing with a new soul that has entered our realm’s midst. She is quite eager to prove her worth. She too, soon shall become eternal amongst our existence if she continues down my path.” Then, Meadows placed a palm gently upon her midsection as she smiled warmly, the gesture stirring a faint, hungry warmth beneath her skin.
“But, to do so,” she pointed a finger at her sisters, “just as you, my kin, did, the red soul must first give herself to me.”
Then, her stomach grumbled a famished whine.
GRRRRROOORSH!
“The Feast soon approaches my sisters. Satiate your hunger not with bickering, but with the decadence that is soon to come.”
Both women stood up with vigor, a look of eager appetite in their eyes, their breaths quickening with anticipation, the air now laced with the subtle, sweet aroma of impending indulgence.
And so, the trio rose. On the left, the willowy serpent stood tall and green. Her stance evoked Fear, and with it came obedience.
On the right, the hedonistic goddess guffawed, shimmering in lavender robes, evoking Desire and Devotion.
And center, the eldest spread her arms wide, framed by bat-like wings. Her stance offered Worship, not expecting, but KNOWING all beneath her would bow regardless, the shadows in the room deepening as if in reverence.
Scene Continues on Discord.
