“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.”
He looks at them, for a moment his eyes look dead inside, flashing only for a second before he smiles "Oh yeah I'm fine, you know me, have I ever been known to do anything crazy?"
He walks after them, his body warming unnaturally.
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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.
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
“Nothing. Just thinking. Want an eel? I’m addicted to ‘em.” He offers a fistful of morays.
"I know. You decided that you wanted to stalk me, so why stop just because you said you would leave me alone?"
He growls, taking another drink. "I would hardly call it stalking. But, was my hunch not wrong? Violence towards in-animate objects, prolific swearing, vomiting for an unknown reason... and one peculiar remark. 'Every (gp) time.'" He has eloquence on his tongue for the last sentence. "So, forgive me for not overlooking such an outburst."
"Buddy. It's none of your business. I am not your responsibility, lover, enemy, or anything. We were barely even friends. I know you meant well, but I don't actually care. Everything you have told me, everything I've observed, it all says that you saw me as an object. Something to make you feel better about yourself. A pet who needs your love and protection. But I never needed you. There was no hole in my life that I desperately needed you to fill like you wanted there to be."
"You don't truly know me. I never saw you as a thing, or a pet, as you say. I had no business? I beg to differ, Felix. When I look at everything I've observed regarding you, I see the same failures, the same mistakes. I see myself in you, and I have apologized for not going about this the right way, but I don't [GP] know how! I made mistakes, certainly, but you are worse. A violent creature, self destructive, and unwilling to be mended. You will break from the weight of being God's toy, and you will deserve it. I see now what you truly are, and I am sorry for ever entertaining the thought of taking your burden in exchange for a healthy relationship. William deserved better, and so do I." he growls, standing up and hurling a completely empty glass at the space beside Felix's head "Tell me why, with all my efforts, me asking of you what I'm to do, you treat me like I'm not worth the attempt to love?" Tears flood his eyes, soaking into his fur.
*Why we throwing William is there. The man just wanna coooook*
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.
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
“Nothing. Just thinking. Want an eel? I’m addicted to ‘em.” He offers a fistful of morays.
The figure offers no resistance or action.
He shakes his head "Raw fish contains toxins and parasites if left uncooked. Best not to but enjoy them I suppose." He replies.
The Brand walks over, his jaw unhinging as red vapor is exhaled. The figure feels it seeping into his bones, fully causing him to become conscious.
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.
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."
"Well, let me catch you up, slick. In the main portion of the tavern, there's been fighting between your ex-apprentice and some poor old b*stard who's family is dead or somethin'. And get this! Your name has come up. Several times. And to make matters worse, the golem I bought is misbehaving, and Reese's annoying sisters showed up. And you're here, stealing from me and using my kitchen and ingredients." She sighs, pulling her hair.
He turns his head and laughs "You think you are the only one having issues. Cute." He rolls his shoulders "I am waiting for my restaurant to be rebuilt at the moment and I needed.. something to take my mind off of.." he becomes quiet at that moment before shaking his head "Nevermind."
*A blue dragon one enters heather inn and takes a seat. She looks around before taking out a small diadem and examining it.*
A muscular tiefling looks at them, her left horn broken and dripping ink
*the dragonborn poked her head up and waved at her.*
“What in the Hells happened to you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
"Eh- a minor curse"
*oh yeah and also in RPs when they are with in '*' it's OOC*
She twitches a bit
*the zero signs was an action that she did*
“Minor? Last I checked, most curses were major. Then again, you probably don’t have the displeasure of having a god stuck inside your skull.” Eya groaned.
*A blue dragon one enters heather inn and takes a seat. She looks around before taking out a small diadem and examining it.*
A muscular tiefling looks at them, her left horn broken and dripping ink
*the dragonborn poked her head up and waved at her.*
“What in the Hells happened to you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
"Eh- a minor curse"
*oh yeah and also in RPs when they are with in '*' it's OOC*
She twitches a bit
*the zero signs was an action that she did*
“Minor? Last I checked, most curses were major. Then again, you probably don’t have the displeasure of having a god stuck inside your skull.” Eya groaned.
"Tell me about it! I'm from Hell, just in case you where wondering..."
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.
*A blue dragon one enters heather inn and takes a seat. She looks around before taking out a small diadem and examining it.*
A muscular tiefling looks at them, her left horn broken and dripping ink
*the dragonborn poked her head up and waved at her.*
“What in the Hells happened to you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
"Eh- a minor curse"
*oh yeah and also in RPs when they are with in '*' it's OOC*
She twitches a bit
*the zero signs was an action that she did*
“Minor? Last I checked, most curses were major. Then again, you probably don’t have the displeasure of having a god stuck inside your skull.” Eya groaned.
"Tell me about it! I'm from Hell, just in case you where wondering..."
“Honestly don’t know where I’m from to be honest with you.” Eya sighed as she pocketed the diadem
*A blue dragon one enters heather inn and takes a seat. She looks around before taking out a small diadem and examining it.*
A muscular tiefling looks at them, her left horn broken and dripping ink
*the dragonborn poked her head up and waved at her.*
“What in the Hells happened to you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
"Eh- a minor curse"
*oh yeah and also in RPs when they are with in '*' it's OOC*
She twitches a bit
*the zero signs was an action that she did*
“Minor? Last I checked, most curses were major. Then again, you probably don’t have the displeasure of having a god stuck inside your skull.” Eya groaned.
"Tell me about it! I'm from Hell, just in case you where wondering..."
“Honestly don’t know where I’m from to be honest with you.” Eya sighed as she pocketed the diadem
"Hmmm... that's... kinda sad?..."
*just a quick OOC question... uhhhhh- what pronouns should I use to refer to you on like Onions, or LCW (threads)?*
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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*NIKO??????*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looks at them, for a moment his eyes look dead inside, flashing only for a second before he smiles "Oh yeah I'm fine, you know me, have I ever been known to do anything crazy?"
He walks after them, his body warming unnaturally.
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.)
“Nothing. Just thinking. Want an eel? I’m addicted to ‘em.” He offers a fistful of morays.
The figure offers no resistance or action.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Why we throwing William is there. The man just wanna coooook*
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
*hello! :3*
*A blue dragon one enters heather inn and takes a seat. She looks around before taking out a small diadem and examining it.*
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
A muscular tiefling looks at them, her left horn broken and dripping ink
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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.
*blp*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
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.
*the dragonborn poked her head up and waved at her.*
“What in the Hells happened to you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
He shakes his head "Raw fish contains toxins and parasites if left uncooked. Best not to but enjoy them I suppose." He replies.
The Brand walks over, his jaw unhinging as red vapor is exhaled. The figure feels it seeping into his bones, fully causing him to become conscious.
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
"Eh- a minor curse"
*oh yeah and also in RPs when they are with in '*' it's OOC*
She twitches a bit
*the zero signs was an action that she did*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
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.
He turns his head and laughs "You think you are the only one having issues. Cute." He rolls his shoulders "I am waiting for my restaurant to be rebuilt at the moment and I needed.. something to take my mind off of.." he becomes quiet at that moment before shaking his head "Nevermind."
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
“Minor? Last I checked, most curses were major. Then again, you probably don’t have the displeasure of having a god stuck inside your skull.” Eya groaned.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
"Tell me about it! I'm from Hell, just in case you where wondering..."
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
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.
“Honestly don’t know where I’m from to be honest with you.” Eya sighed as she pocketed the diadem
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
*Sure.*
She smiles, “I’ll pay you back eventually. You know how it is. Could I actually have another, for Jax?” She says, tapping a nail against the counter.
He nods slowly “Thank… you… I just… wish I had… slight help… but I can do it.” He says, breathing deep.
She waves her hand dismissively “Don’t worry ‘bout it, I’ve got enough livin’ people, just got ya fine ‘em.”
"Hmmm... that's... kinda sad?..."
*just a quick OOC question... uhhhhh- what pronouns should I use to refer to you on like Onions, or LCW (threads)?*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
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.