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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!]

original version posted by

omggirlonthenet

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Good, it is the only form I can muster...though... I do wonder why she made you a Centaur of all things?

Because I'm a horny hunter? [He gave a little shrug.] Only thing I can think of.

Oh man, that does cut down to the meat of the situation, doesn't it?! {She teased, then sighed heavily.}

Sheesh, how am I supposed to move you around? Meaning, get you for this point to like, the motel?

Makes sense to me.

No idea, babe, I'm sorry. You could always get a u-haul truck, but I don't really see the point of a motel room for me right now. I'd probably break the bed.

Then what? Where? How is this going to work? You somewhere and me at a motel?

No way, something had to be worked out.

U-haul it is, then. I guess I'll just sleep on the floor. We'll have to do this at night, though. Wouldn't want to get the 5-0 called just because people think they saw a horse in the parking lot.

Right, what to do until then? Think Sam could figure it out? Research wise I mean?

If anyone can, it's Sam. Just hope it's nothing involving virgins, because those are pretty thin on the ground.

{She made an 'oh' face, then grumbled deeply to herself.}

Yeah, well... no sacrificing or defiling of any virgins! {it was mostly a tease. She was smiling a bit.}

Really?

[He pouted at her.]

No defiling virgins? Aw, man.

Dean! Do not make me punch you right now! {She cautioned, mostly in good humor. Though there was a hint of it being pretty serious.}

Come on, Ana, you know I like me more experienced women. Virgins aren't really any fun.

Yeah, well...still, it would give me some way to vent this abundance of angry energy right now. So, nix it, or I will gag you will sugar cubes.

Okay, okay, no more talk about virgins.

[He held his hands up in surrender, then gave her a little abashed smile.]

We'll figure it out and I'll be back to normal, seriously.

Good boy, you can be trained still. {She said with a teasing smile. His abashed smile made her blush, look down and smile.}

I know we will, I do.

Hey, I'm not a show pony. Still a mustang.

[He touched her cheek lightly when she looked down, fingers tracing over that reddened skin.]

You gonna be okay?

You think so, huh? {She laughed gently, and kissed his cheek when he touched hers like that.}

Yeah--yeah, I will. Promise. I'm tough midwestern stock here, can drink with the best, fight with the rest.

You're more than tough, woman. Hell, you redefine the word.

Well now, flattery will get you everywhere, Dean Winchester--Mustang, Con man, tough guy, hunter, and goofball!

You forgot all-around sexy hunk.

DUDE! You ask way too much of me! {She snickered and began to laugh harder.} Too much!

Ouch. There goes the ego.

{She threw her arms around his neck, smiling softly.}

Aww pudden! {She got on tip toes to whisper in his ear, then she gave his earlobe a little nip.}

And a sexy as hell hunk! Even as a horse thingie. My sexy Centaur Pudden-face. Is that better? {She continued to whisper.}

[He grinned at the whisper and nip, his own arms wrapping around her waist firmly.]

Oh yeah, much better. You do know how to make a guy feel good, Ana.

Well, that is because I love you and like to see a smile and not a real pout. Though, your fake pouts are too adorable for words. I like you to feel good, you should--because you are pretty awesome to me, Dean. {She had pulled back to speak softly to him, a smile on her lips. Though it was a gentle smile.}