Artwork done by   dementia66
Muses come from around the moon. Did you know that? The Greeks didn't nor the Romans. Helicon and Parnassus made them feel more down to earth, but they're far from being of earth. Another misconception is that there are only nine of them. The reality is there's twelve; John the Apostle was granted to see this in Revelations and the Blessed Virgin, being over the moon, was crowned by them. The other three are dedicated to fantasy, cooking, and the last a complete mix of the other eleven. Though bound to truth and wisdom alone, there is an exception that even the Almighty made for for them. Every Hallows Eve, the Muses are granted to engage in their classical Greek mischiefs within the day alone before reinstating the natural order.
The twelfth burst through her poet's front door, out to the yard, before levitating far up. Cheera squealed with delight as the lights of the suburban town grew distant. Floating in the way of the pale moonlight, the cheetah glared below mischievously. She'd been waiting for this day for so long; especially since she didn't get to engage in it last year due to her poet's slothfulness.
"Hm, who to trick and who to treat? Now that is a question..." she muttered, flicking her tail in wonder.
She grinned and gave a gentle tap to the rim of her stereotypical headwear.
"Well, we'll just have to find out"
Cheera tends to be a model of virtue, but then again, every saint was once a sinner.
Yeah. I'm down on my luck, and wondering if anybody would be open for a story opportunity with Cheera; you can choose anything to happen in as so far as it isn't erotic, a fetish, and downright pornographic. Horror, transformation, and the like I'll still do. I'll probably close this by Saturday so join quick if you'd like. I'll try and I mean try to get the reward story out by Halloween.

Cheera belongs to me.