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THE MYTHICAL CREATURES MEME

HOW IT WORKS:

You can either use the RNG or pick whichever creature you like.
Leave a comment with your muse. Now they are a mythical creature.
Others will tag your muse as a different or the same magical creature, or a human, or what they naturally are, or whatever they like.
If you'd prefer, all these creatures can appear human, but shift between forms.
Have fun!

01. Unicorn
02. Nymph
03. Vampire
04. Troll
05. Mermaid
06. Dragon
07. Sphinx
08. Werewolf
09. Phoenix
10. Incubus/Succubus
11. Centaur
12. Siren
13. Giant
14. Pegasus
15. Gargoyle
16. Fairy
17. Golem
18. Human
19. Wildcard

[small print: blank comments or not picking are just fine! You're more than welcome to play a different creature with each tagger, I don't care! I'm not the boss of you and this is just a meme. HAVE FUN!]

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[And Garrett had the apple flying right back at his head.]

[Incoming! He ducks his head, coming back up with a frowning look.]

Need to learn how to take a joke.

[Seriously, this guy is as bad as his brother Thomas.]

Do I look like a Shetland pony to you, buddy?

[There's an irritated stomp of a hoof.]

Well..... half of you do.

[He picks apple back up. A little bruised and dusty, but no food should go wasted. Garrett bites into it, moving in closer. He'll stay out of kicking range. He's had enough experiences with horses to know those hooves can hurt.]

Like hell. At least I don't look like you.

[Not the snappiest comeback, but he's too annoyed to care. And he's scowling, wanting to give the annoying thing a good kick, but it's staying too far away.]

I look exactly the way I am supposed to.

[Garrett says breezily. No use hiding your strangeness when it's there for everyone to see.

He sniffs the air, catching this strange creature's scent. There's the two obvious scents of man and horse, and he's busy filtering through all the different things that make up the man half (leather, gunpowder, alcohol...) when he catches a whiff of something else. Magic?]

You cursed, horse-man?

A scruffy version of Scooby Doo? What's with the getup, man?

[Sarcasm and deflection, those are the magic words.]

[Garrett snorts, raising an unseen eyebrow beneath the cowl.]

Not too bright--

[There's no spark or flash. One moment Garrett is there and the next there's a small grey fox with the exact same grey coat pattern as Garrett's hide. He looks up at the now very large centuar.]

--are you?

Holy shit!

[Dean's lower half reacted like a startled horse would, jumping back, then stamping his hoof. Okay, that's not his fault. His other part had a mind of its own at times.]

Man, I've never seen a shifter wear its fur like that before.

[Garrett laughs. He'd been hoping to get that very reaction out of Dean.]

Have to. Magic is low where I am from and no other way to channel it 'sides conducts.

[He means conduits. The fox slides back into his human form, his eyes holding the slit pupil of the fox for a moment before fading.]

Can smell magic on you, horse-man. Didja make a sorcerer angry?

Call me horse-man again and I'm gonna use my fancy new hooves to make myself a fancy new fox stole.

[He stomps in irritation.]

Name's Dean. And not today, I didn't. I don't know why the hell I'm like this.

Okay. Dean then. [He taps a blunt claw against his chest as he introduces himself.] Garrett.

Doesn't smell too powerful t'me. Good witch can blast that right offa you in a quick minute. 'Course, she might end up blasting you right outta this world and into the next, but... [He shrugs. Yeah, possibly deadly solutions still count as helping, right?]

Dude, don't smell me. That's just creepy.

[His tail switches, arms folded over his own chest.]

Any options other than witches?

Cannot help it. It's like looking with my eyes.

[Garrett knows his staff can dispell magical energies, but he has a feeling Dean won't take too kindly to being smacked over the head with a staff as hard as a diamond. He clicks his claws together slowly as he thinks.]

Could just wait it out. Sometimes, it wears off.

Or you could, you know, use your eyes.

[Yep, getting hit in the head by a magic stick would not have been too appreciated.]

You ever seen anything like this before? Something that'd wear off?

Uh-huh. Usually a spell breaks when the person it's on learns a lesson......or if they get kissed.

[Spells always come with such weird loopholes.]

Great. Lesson. What the hell kind of lesson am I going to get out of being turned into Mister Ed?

...could go with the kissing thing. Just not with you, dude.

I have no idea. You are so.....charming already.

[He plasters on his best innocent-looking face.]

Hope you have a ladyfriend with a ladder. Will need it just to reach mouth.

Cute. Real cute.

[The hooves are just itching to kick out at this point.]

She won't need a freaking ladder, smartass.

You are about seventeen hands high. Tall for a horse. Definitely need ladder.

[Now he's having fun. It's just too easy to rile him up.]

That's because you're two feet tall, tiny. Everything's huge to you.

[Garrett makes a hmph sound. He's short for his age and he knows it.]

Might grow taller. Probably will. And you'll still be stuck cursed as a horse. Never break it with stubborn attitude like that.

Ooh, guess I hit a sore spot there. How old are you, kid?

Uhhhmmmm....

[He thinks about it for a long moment, tries to count it up on his fingers, and then just gives up.]

As old as I need t'be.

Wow. That's specific. You look like you're twelve, but it's hard to tell with the fur coat.