Short Stories

Mumskall: Be Lucky I'm Not Following My Orders. pt10

It was almost nighttime, and everyone was in the living room. Scar was gently petting a cat he had found outside earlier that day. Grian was sitting at Scar's feet, on the ground, quietly reading a book. Mumbo was preening their avian-like wings, as they had the wings for the entire day, quietly muttering and questioning how Grian was even able to deal with wings. Iskall was lying on the couch, their head in Mumbos lap as they absolutely refused to leave the Shapeshifters' side.

Grian let out a quiet chirp, catching everyone's attention. The Harpy quickly apologized, explaining that he just wasn't used to not being in a nest for this long and that it happened. Iskalls ears drooped downward, causing Mumbo to slightly reach down and play with the Fae's hair. Scar shifted a bit so then his tail was gently brushing against the smaller feathers at the base of his wings, calming down the Harpy who was obviously a nervous wreck. The Harpy let out a happy chirp-like noise, leaning into the Vexes touch.

"And you two say you aren't dating." Grian sent a glare towards Mumbo, who had a very smug look on their face. "Says the one who is cuddling with a Fae!~" Both Mumbo and Iskall froze, their faces becoming beet red. "Sh-shut up..." Mumbo quietly muttered under their breath. Mumbo slightly shook their head, "But anyway, since I kinda have all out your attention... Uhm... We need to figure out how to get rid of those hunters... If we even can..."

"Any ideas?" Scar asked, his head tilting to the side. "Not yet, but I was thinking that maybe Iskall could explain what they know about these hunters. Maybe after that, we can try and think about what our next move should be." Grian and Scar gave a quick nod, though Iskall seemed a bit hesitant, but they knew they had to do it.

"Huh... Well... This group of hunters usually split up into sections. Each section is for a different hybrid. You can usually tell which hybrid each section is going after, really you just have to look at what they are wearing." Scar quickly jumped in, "What hybrid do they usually try and go after?" Iskall paused, they never really paid attention to it that much... "Uh, if I remember correctly, it Avians or really just anything that has feathers, Nagas, and... Fuck what was that last hybrid...? Allays, I think..."

"What were you after before you met me and Mumbo?" Iskall thought they had kind of pushed that to the back of their mind. "Shapeshifters. They wanted to try and catch one since they believed all of the other ones that were caught weren't actually Shapeshifters." A semi-loud laugh came from Grian and Scar as soon as Iskall finished speaking. "What are you two laughing...?" Grian gasped in the air as he struggled to breathe. "Iskall!!! Do you know what Mumbo is!?!" Iskall looked up at Mumbo, whose face was back to being red. "Uhm..." Iskall looked back at Grian. "Nnnnnoooo???"

"ISKALL, MUMBO IS A FUCKING SHAPESHIFTER!!!!" Iskall paused, quickly looking back at Mumbo. "I thought you were a fucking bird!?!" Both Grian and Scar instantly started laughing harder, Grian falling onto his back and Scar was sprawled over the seat he was in. "I should've told you... I'm sorry..." Iskall sighed, lifting one hand to brush through one of Mumbos wings, earning a quiet squeak from the taller.