Bridge Bell Rings

Pilot

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Bright, fragrant flowers bloom and blow a way in the breeze as cheerful, cunning creatures frolic in the forest.

One creature with thick, plated skin colored a mute rough pink stand on their hind legs. A wrinkled nub with no toe nor nail.

This smiling creature is named Queen Mittens, she goes by she/ her pronouns. Her cohorts are named Lord Quintin and Lady Millim; Him/ he and she/ her respectively.

Lord Quintin is a darker yet dull red in skin tone. His skin is thin scales- that of a lizards kind. His appendages are also nub like and is bipedal like Queen Mittens.

The final creature, Lady Millim, was shrouded in saggy, dark green skin like cloth.; soft to the touch in a strange way. Under that layer of wrinkled flesh is hard, green leather.

They were all playing catch with a solid, moist sack. The contents of the sack is unknown as the opening is tied with a large rope double knotted.

Their playful game comes to an end when the content of the beige sack beings to leak a yellow substance.

Lord Quintin stares at his front nubs covered in the substance. His wide jaw unhinged to allow his long, tendril tongue to rap a round his nubs and slowly in case them in his mouth.

Queen Mittens offers the used, saggy, moist sack to Lady Millim. She declines as the dripping yellow substance falls from Queen Mittens nubs.

Queen Mittens retractable claws punctures the skin colored sack releasing thick yellow gel and it's surrounding watery layer.

She opens her maw to reveal her serrated teeth and her second, smaller mouth with thinner sharp fangs. She swallows the sack.

Lady Millim all the while, picks a bouquet of wild chrysanthemums to make tea later.

She turns made to her companions to see Lord Quintin has chewed on his front nubs once more, leaving only blood and exposed flesh.

Queen Mittens was covered in the yellow substance and smiled in satisfaction. Lady Millim shook her head at their antics.

"That is enough fun for today, let's clean our selves of this mess. Puss is only as fun as one can make it. Now go- skin yourself of your dirtied flesh. I will happily prepare our daily tea.", said Lady Millim.

Queen Mittens and Lord Quintin giggled and ran off.

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End of Pilot