William has somehow slipped into the kitchen in the tavern. He appears to be making cranberry walnut muffins, looking tired beyond belief. He hasn't slept in two days and it is slightly catching up with him.
"I grow tired of repeating myself, dear." Says the cutting tone of Saphuno's voice from behind him.
He hisses and turns around "Hey.. hi.. sorry."
"Back from the grave and still causing issues. If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked me." She sighs, sitting down on a chair. "Do you know what's been happening here lately?"
He shrugs "I don't like women." He replies and chuckles "Men are more my type."
Samaritan is outside, smoking. He is dressed in something other than his chefs uniform. It appears to be a black leather jacket made of hellish boghoh hide and a white tank top paired with some black jeans. He still wears the gold masks he was given however.
The Brand has appeared back in town. His presence can never mean anything good. He and his followers are in their camp, listening to him speak about a plan he intends to carry out.
Rio watches him sullenly from his place on the roof.
A familiar humanoid figure seemingly made of black velvet with a halo and covered in patches of white-lilac light staggers over to the camp, its presence enigmatic and strange.
Samaritan sighs "If you are going to stare, I would rather you do it where I can see you rather than sense."
He narrows his eyes behind his mask, his massive wings unfolding "Behind children of the star, a new one."
William has somehow slipped into the kitchen in the tavern. He appears to be making cranberry walnut muffins, looking tired beyond belief. He hasn't slept in two days and it is slightly catching up with him.
"I grow tired of repeating myself, dear." Says the cutting tone of Saphuno's voice from behind him.
He hisses and turns around "Hey.. hi.. sorry."
"Back from the grave and still causing issues. If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked me." She sighs, sitting down on a chair. "Do you know what's been happening here lately?"
He shrugs "I don't like women." He replies and chuckles "Men are more my type."
*so gay he’s a misogynist*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
William has somehow slipped into the kitchen in the tavern. He appears to be making cranberry walnut muffins, looking tired beyond belief. He hasn't slept in two days and it is slightly catching up with him.
"I grow tired of repeating myself, dear." Says the cutting tone of Saphuno's voice from behind him.
He hisses and turns around "Hey.. hi.. sorry."
"Back from the grave and still causing issues. If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked me." She sighs, sitting down on a chair. "Do you know what's been happening here lately?"
*Oh yeah, this isn't relevant probably, but at all times Damian is like 6ft away, so just imagine him in the background.*
*10 ft*
*Yeah, but he's closer than that.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“You okay?” She asks casually, looking down at the Looney Tune-ish scenario.
"Why what? The explosion or the tether? The tether is because I tried to kill myself again."
Gerald pushes himself out of the hole, using his chain to climb out "I think I am," his arm seems broken.
“WHAT?!”
“Aw shoot. You’re all bent up. Hey, I should take you to my camp. I can get you a splint or some patching up, at the very least.”
"What? Saphuno just didn't like me trying to kill myself."
He picks up his blade out of the ground with his other arm, before gritting his teeth and forcing his arm back into place, still broken "That sounds nice."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Samaritan is outside, smoking. He is dressed in something other than his chefs uniform. It appears to be a black leather jacket made of hellish boghoh hide and a white tank top paired with some black jeans. He still wears the gold masks he was given however.
The Brand has appeared back in town. His presence can never mean anything good. He and his followers are in their camp, listening to him speak about a plan he intends to carry out.
Rio watches him sullenly from his place on the roof.
A familiar humanoid figure seemingly made of black velvet with a halo and covered in patches of white-lilac light staggers over to the camp, its presence enigmatic and strange.
Samaritan sighs "If you are going to stare, I would rather you do it where I can see you rather than sense."
He narrows his eyes behind his mask, his massive wings unfolding "Behind children of the star, a new one."
“Okay.” He hops down and sits next to him.
They eventually stand, their stance slumped and their knees shaky. They look as though they’ve experienced a horrific yet euphoric revelation. A faint smoldering sound like that of hot coals comes from off of them.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
William has somehow slipped into the kitchen in the tavern. He appears to be making cranberry walnut muffins, looking tired beyond belief. He hasn't slept in two days and it is slightly catching up with him.
"I grow tired of repeating myself, dear." Says the cutting tone of Saphuno's voice from behind him.
He hisses and turns around "Hey.. hi.. sorry."
"Back from the grave and still causing issues. If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked me." She sighs, sitting down on a chair. "Do you know what's been happening here lately?"
He shrugs "I don't like women." He replies and chuckles "Men are more my type."
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
“You okay?” She asks casually, looking down at the Looney Tune-ish scenario.
"Why what? The explosion or the tether? The tether is because I tried to kill myself again."
Gerald pushes himself out of the hole, using his chain to climb out "I think I am," his arm seems broken.
“WHAT?!”
“Aw shoot. You’re all bent up. Hey, I should take you to my camp. I can get you a splint or some patching up, at the very least.”
"What? Saphuno just didn't like me trying to kill myself."
He picks up his blade out of the ground with his other arm, before gritting his teeth and forcing his arm back into place, still broken "That sounds nice."
Mauric runs over to him, looking terrified and concerned. “I DON’T LIKE IT EITHER! Damian, you know there’s so many people who love and care about you… are you alright right now?”
“Alright. Follow me.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Samaritan is outside, smoking. He is dressed in something other than his chefs uniform. It appears to be a black leather jacket made of hellish boghoh hide and a white tank top paired with some black jeans. He still wears the gold masks he was given however.
The Brand has appeared back in town. His presence can never mean anything good. He and his followers are in their camp, listening to him speak about a plan he intends to carry out.
Rio watches him sullenly from his place on the roof.
A familiar humanoid figure seemingly made of black velvet with a halo and covered in patches of white-lilac light staggers over to the camp, its presence enigmatic and strange.
Samaritan sighs "If you are going to stare, I would rather you do it where I can see you rather than sense."
He narrows his eyes behind his mask, his massive wings unfolding "Behind children of the star, a new one."
“Okay.” He hops down and sits next to him.
They eventually stand, their stance slumped and their knees shaky. They look as though they’ve experienced a horrific yet euphoric revelation. A faint smoldering sound like that of hot coals comes from off of them.
Samaritan sighs, exhaling smoke from his cigar, tapping the ash out "What do you want?"
"Pick him up, bring him forth." The Brand commands. A few similarly masked people run over, helping them up over
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
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He shrugs "I don't like women." He replies and chuckles "Men are more my type."
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
Samaritan sighs "If you are going to stare, I would rather you do it where I can see you rather than sense."
He narrows his eyes behind his mask, his massive wings unfolding "Behind children of the star, a new one."
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
*so gay he’s a misogynist*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She finishes the workout, before joining her in eating the deer that is left.
She looks through her pockets "Curious... what would happen if I didn't have the money?"
He takes the book, opening it and beginning to read, slowly flipping from page to page, quite fast at reading "Not... admirable... just... okay..."
"I only get some whenever I ain't have anythin' livin' ta eat." She finishes the wrist, smiling softly back at them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*The oil arm is a sign of her favor. He can now heal normally, although he will bleed oil.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yeah, but he's closer than that.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"What? Saphuno just didn't like me trying to kill myself."
He picks up his blade out of the ground with his other arm, before gritting his teeth and forcing his arm back into place, still broken "That sounds nice."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*That sounds awesome, he bleeds oil and can heal the damage he takes, so fantastic.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Thane walks up behind them, but doesn't do anything, simply just watching for now.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*He's also welcome to take Warlock levels with her as his patron.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Okay.” He hops down and sits next to him.
They eventually stand, their stance slumped and their knees shaky. They look as though they’ve experienced a horrific yet euphoric revelation. A faint smoldering sound like that of hot coals comes from off of them.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I genuinely laughed at that.*
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 definitely will do that, but not too many, he's now got an oil arm, is a dad, and a warlock. Things are looking up for him.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Basil stares at them and then soon says "Why did you- want... to- uh... why did you try to- um... ah- uh... why- did y- you try to uh..."
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Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Thane softly slaps the back of his head "Why... do you... want to kill... them?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Mauric runs over to him, looking terrified and concerned. “I DON’T LIKE IT EITHER! Damian, you know there’s so many people who love and care about you… are you alright right now?”
“Alright. Follow me.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Cherry looks sharply at Thane "Eh- I have a *hic* job..."
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Samaritan sighs, exhaling smoke from his cigar, tapping the ash out "What do you want?"
"Pick him up, bring him forth." The Brand commands. A few similarly masked people run over, helping them up over
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
(Not sure how exactly to reply to this thread properly atm)
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.