A man, standing about 6'3m opens the door. He wears a leather outlaw duster coat with the symbol of a red upside-down star on his sleeve, no shirt so he shows off the pentagram burned into his muscular chest, thick pants coated with sand and dust, thick leather boots that sound heavy when he steps on boards of wood, a belt with a golden buckle that has two pistols attached on either side. A shotgun stays strapped to his back by a nylon black strap. He wears a black cloth mask with a upside down red star on the front.
Two hell hounds accompany him, they snarl at anyone they pass by. He walks directly past people and parks himself at the bar, ordering a black dragon whiskey.
A man, standing about 6'3m opens the door. He wears a leather outlaw duster coat with the symbol of a red upside-down star on his sleeve, no shirt so he shows off the pentagram burned into his muscular chest, thick pants coated with sand and dust, thick leather boots that sound heavy when he steps on boards of wood, a belt with a golden buckle that has two pistols attached on either side. A shotgun stays strapped to his back by a nylon black strap. He wears a black cloth mask with a upside down red star on the front.
Two hell hounds accompany him, they snarl at anyone they pass by. He walks directly past people and parks himself at the bar, ordering a black dragon whiskey.
A figure is coming towards the tavern from the distance, seeming to have followed them. Head at about 4'5" right now but it shifts more then the bobbing of regular walking, & as they approach its clear they aren't, they're slithering on a long, big, & sand like snake tail. It seems to be some form of Yuan-ti, wearing a cowboy hat, bandana, & other western style clothes. He has two small pistols in holsters on the side of his coat & the shape of one inside it. *also just this guy* Once he enters he straightens up, about 6 ft. tall right now.
A man, standing about 6'3m opens the door. He wears a leather outlaw duster coat with the symbol of a red upside-down star on his sleeve, no shirt so he shows off the pentagram burned into his muscular chest, thick pants coated with sand and dust, thick leather boots that sound heavy when he steps on boards of wood, a belt with a golden buckle that has two pistols attached on either side. A shotgun stays strapped to his back by a nylon black strap. He wears a black cloth mask with a upside down red star on the front.
Two hell hounds accompany him, they snarl at anyone they pass by. He walks directly past people and parks himself at the bar, ordering a black dragon whiskey.
A figure is coming towards the tavern from the distance, seeming to have followed them. Head at about 4'5" right now but it shifts more then the bobbing of regular walking, & as they approach its clear they aren't, they're slithering on a long, big, & sand like snake tail. It seems to be some form of Yuan-ti, wearing a cowboy hat, bandana, & other western style clothes. He has two small pistols in holsters on the side of his coat & the shape of one inside it. *also just this guy* Once he enters he straightens up, about 6 ft. tall right now.
A man, standing about 6'3m opens the door. He wears a leather outlaw duster coat with the symbol of a red upside-down star on his sleeve, no shirt so he shows off the pentagram burned into his muscular chest, thick pants coated with sand and dust, thick leather boots that sound heavy when he steps on boards of wood, a belt with a golden buckle that has two pistols attached on either side. A shotgun stays strapped to his back by a nylon black strap. He wears a black cloth mask with a upside down red star on the front.
Two hell hounds accompany him, they snarl at anyone they pass by. He walks directly past people and parks himself at the bar, ordering a black dragon whiskey.
A figure is coming towards the tavern from the distance, seeming to have followed them. Head at about 4'5" right now but it shifts more then the bobbing of regular walking, & as they approach its clear they aren't, they're slithering on a long, big, & sand like snake tail. It seems to be some form of Yuan-ti, wearing a cowboy hat, bandana, & other western style clothes. He has two small pistols in holsters on the side of his coat & the shape of one inside it. *also just this guy* Once he enters he straightens up, about 6 ft. tall right now.
*OOOOOOOOOOH*
Brand looks up and gives a small wave.
*is that an oo, like you like him, or an oh like you figured something out?*
He slithers up, keeping his tail out the way, "Hey there." He talks in a accent of an inbetween of a southern & western, leaning to western. *think Striker from Helluva Boss.*
A man, standing about 6'3m opens the door. He wears a leather outlaw duster coat with the symbol of a red upside-down star on his sleeve, no shirt so he shows off the pentagram burned into his muscular chest, thick pants coated with sand and dust, thick leather boots that sound heavy when he steps on boards of wood, a belt with a golden buckle that has two pistols attached on either side. A shotgun stays strapped to his back by a nylon black strap. He wears a black cloth mask with a upside down red star on the front.
Two hell hounds accompany him, they snarl at anyone they pass by. He walks directly past people and parks himself at the bar, ordering a black dragon whiskey.
A figure is coming towards the tavern from the distance, seeming to have followed them. Head at about 4'5" right now but it shifts more then the bobbing of regular walking, & as they approach its clear they aren't, they're slithering on a long, big, & sand like snake tail. It seems to be some form of Yuan-ti, wearing a cowboy hat, bandana, & other western style clothes. He has two small pistols in holsters on the side of his coat & the shape of one inside it. *also just this guy* Once he enters he straightens up, about 6 ft. tall right now.
*OOOOOOOOOOH*
Brand looks up and gives a small wave.
*is that an oo, like you like him, or an oh like you figured something out?*
He slithers up, keeping his tail out the way, "Hey there." He talks in a accent of an inbetween of a southern & western, leaning to western. *think Striker from Helluva Boss.*
"Howdy there partner" He said and drank back the shot of whiskey. The hellhounds growl lowly.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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"No." His horn whirs a bit again.
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She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Y'all are tempting me to make a cowboy as well.*
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Yuri makes a happy rabbit noise. "Remember not to fight with Zenix today."
Pen y winces a bit "Ow!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*When the pen pokes you: PEN Y?*
He sighed a bit. "I'll try not to."
"Exactly. Now come here." She pulled Penny into a hug.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
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A man, standing about 6'3m opens the door. He wears a leather outlaw duster coat with the symbol of a red upside-down star on his sleeve, no shirt so he shows off the pentagram burned into his muscular chest, thick pants coated with sand and dust, thick leather boots that sound heavy when he steps on boards of wood, a belt with a golden buckle that has two pistols attached on either side. A shotgun stays strapped to his back by a nylon black strap. He wears a black cloth mask with a upside down red star on the front.
Two hell hounds accompany him, they snarl at anyone they pass by. He walks directly past people and parks himself at the bar, ordering a black dragon whiskey.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Penny becomes one of those cats with the cucumber*
She smiles and turning back into her humanoid form and kisses him on the forehead "Good"
Penny winces a bit still but hugs back
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
A figure is coming towards the tavern from the distance, seeming to have followed them. Head at about 4'5" right now but it shifts more then the bobbing of regular walking, & as they approach its clear they aren't, they're slithering on a long, big, & sand like snake tail. It seems to be some form of Yuan-ti, wearing a cowboy hat, bandana, & other western style clothes. He has two small pistols in holsters on the side of his coat & the shape of one inside it. *also just this guy* Once he enters he straightens up, about 6 ft. tall right now.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*C'mon Pard'ner!*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*OOOOOOOOOOH*
Brand looks up and gives a small wave.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"And who exactly where you 'slaughtering'?" Their voice is only stern now.
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He smiled, holding her in his lap.
After a few moments, Sharlene got up. "Now, don't you dare move until everything is healed up."
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Yuri smiles, enjoying this moment.
Penny smirks and moves a single finger
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He stared off into space a bit. "I forget, I've slaughtered so many, their faces blur together."
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Teruo rubbed one of his ears to her nose.
Sharlene sighed, a bit amused. "Smart [1gp]."
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*is that an oo, like you like him, or an oh like you figured something out?*
He slithers up, keeping his tail out the way, "Hey there." He talks in a accent of an inbetween of a southern & western, leaning to western. *think Striker from Helluva Boss.*
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Yuri sneezes, it sounds like kitten sneeze.
Penny chuckles a bit
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Where they criminals?"
She/Her
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He laughed. "Oh, that's so cute."
"I'll go get some water for you."
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"Howdy there partner" He said and drank back the shot of whiskey. The hellhounds growl lowly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘