Profile MYO-Painted-Satyr-121: Consus

With the sun still high in the sky, one would expect its rays to penetrate even the darkest of shadows... yet this was not the case in a forest of lumbering trees and twisting roots.Consus had made it his goal to enter the forests outside of Candletown's boundaries, but he couldn't help the feeling of fear bubbling up in his stomach. He clutched the starleaf cloak around his shoulders while his seasun, Helianthus, trailed closely behind...

Every day was leg day.And arm day.And core day…Well, every day held some sort of regiment, and Vatos wasn’t going to skip out on a chance to pump some iron. Every day held a new promise of progress, and if he could get someone to tag along, Vatos saw that as a win. Consus, on the other hand, only decided to tag along in the name of support, but he soon found out that the browbird had other plans for him.Instead of sitting on the side of a machine to draw or spot Va...

With the fire crackling and a blanket thrown over the both of their laps, Consus and Viorel sat stretched across the couch with copies of the same story in their hands. "So... hold on. Forgive my question, but you mean to tell me that people write their own stories about characters from books or stories... with other characters?" Viorel tilted his head and scrunched his nose in an expression of interest. "What exactly is this about? Is it still fiction?" Consus shrugged and gave...

An enjoyable afternoon at the museum circled back to some loose plans to visit a local restaurant Boingo had heard about. The browbird told his fellow museum-goers about the freshly smoked meats and baked bread prepared each morning and night. All of the ingredients were imported straight from maker to baker, and best of all? They made gelato.So. Much. Gelato.There were flavors Boingo still hadn’t tried, but he had his favorites. Hazelnut, limoncello, tiramisu… all wonderful c...

Another day, another dollar… Consus had no idea why he even took up this job - aside from the measly wage that would eventually make its way into his pockets.As he clocked into the store’s system, the painted satyr looked over at a nearby stand in front of the produce section.Shit.Today was chocolate strawberry day.Consus speed walked past dozens of customers with an uneasy smile on his face, barely making his way into the back cooler. The day might have been salva...

Though everything happened quickly, it appeared that the night’s events were for the best.The evening began with a calm wind knocking the bare limbs of trees into the window with a soft tapping sound while Consus sat inside with friends. The curtains were pulled back to give way to the sky, which was devoid of clouds. Instead of peering into the heavens, the painted satyr enjoyed the company of Viorel, Vatos, and Boingo as the three drank sparkling cider and waited for their dumplings...

The days turned into weeks while snow fell and melted away. Hours droned on in their vicious cycle, but Viorel couldn’t help but feel he’d allowed himself to be caught between a rock and a hard place: his personal library was still a mess, and yet, he had so much work to do…He shook his head to relieve a little stress and cracked his neck. All good things came in time, but for now, his focus would be shifted elsewhere. Consus and Viorel had known each other for quite some t...