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.
His eyes widen. "Er, uh, this would pay for any meal we could serve, and still leave quite the hefty tip for the entire staff. It, uh, it would more than cover it, sir. T-thank you for your generosity!" He bows slightly, which looks exaggerated considering his rather nervous, hunched posture.
He pats their shoulders softly, keeping the same smile on his face "Think nothing of it, its just the kindness I could give. I hope it does the most for you." He says, bowing back before looking around the area "Do you mind leading me to the restaurant?"
He nods vigorously and leads the giant dragonoid to a bright red and yellow neon sign, and the similarly colored greasy spoon beneath it. It's a family diner with a stage for entertainers, and the entire interior is designed to look like a whimsical world with all sorts of legendary monsters hand-painted on the walls. Most are imaginary. A recurring motif is bears, for some reason.
The red-haired man seats Rag at an outside table since it's unlikely that he can fit inside. There only appear to be three employees, not including Max, who has disappeared as the others bring quite a bit of food to Rag's table. Several children point in wonder at the dragon man outside.
He shrinks under the gaze. "S-sorry, I apologize. Y-you know best, s-... I mean, you did create them, so you would know how to distribute them most responsibly..." He fidgets, his own gaze slowly turning to the chubby polar bear mascot painted on the side of the vending machine. He stands up a little straighter when his eyes turn back to Samaritan. "May I have your name? I'd rather not have any mishaps while addressing you."
"You may call me Marshal." He says, using a fake name under his list of aliases he uses.
"Thank you, Marshal. I hope I can make it up to you sometime."
He shrinks under the gaze. "S-sorry, I apologize. Y-you know best, s-... I mean, you did create them, so you would know how to distribute them most responsibly..." He fidgets, his own gaze slowly turning to the chubby polar bear mascot painted on the side of the vending machine. He stands up a little straighter when his eyes turn back to Samaritan. "May I have your name? I'd rather not have any mishaps while addressing you."
"You may call me Marshal." He says, using a fake name under his list of aliases he uses.
"Thank you, Marshal. I hope I can make it up to you sometime."
"I don't need you to make it up to me." He says, chuckling
His eyes widen. "Er, uh, this would pay for any meal we could serve, and still leave quite the hefty tip for the entire staff. It, uh, it would more than cover it, sir. T-thank you for your generosity!" He bows slightly, which looks exaggerated considering his rather nervous, hunched posture.
He pats their shoulders softly, keeping the same smile on his face "Think nothing of it, its just the kindness I could give. I hope it does the most for you." He says, bowing back before looking around the area "Do you mind leading me to the restaurant?"
He nods vigorously and leads the giant dragonoid to a bright red and yellow neon sign, and the similarly colored greasy spoon beneath it. It's a family diner with a stage for entertainers, and the entire interior is designed to look like a whimsical world with all sorts of legendary monsters hand-painted on the walls. Most are imaginary. A recurring motif is bears, for some reason.
The red-haired man seats Rag at an outside table since it's unlikely that he can fit inside. There only appear to be three employees, not including Max, who has disappeared as the others bring quite a bit of food to Rag's table. Several children point in wonder at the dragon man outside.
He looks around the place happily, and takes the food, beginning to eat. He looks at them, waving at the children before beginning to consume the food with little issue, his mouth growing wider and wider and he stuffs himself before closing it and sending it all down his throat.
A brown and fluffy wolf boy wearing a straw-hat, a red hoodie and baggie sweats is sat at the bar, drinking glass after glass of milk. there's a scar under his left eye.
A brown and fluffy wolf boy wearing a straw-hat, a red hoodie and baggie sweats is sat at the bar, drinking glass after glass of milk. there's a scar under his left eye.
"That is good to hear." He nods "I am going to set up some monitors to keep an eye on your heart rate and anything else."
She blinks and nods vigorously "Yes!"
TH walks over and licks the blood off, grinning behind his mask.
Tim nods, holding out an arm, not understanding that their plastic skin wouldn't allow things that simply "Okay. It won't hurt right?"
He seems surprised by how enthusiastic they are "Y-ya do?"
He smiles at them softly, looking at their face, before turning away and throwing the other body in the fire.
"Nope. Just a sensor diode to find your pulse and such." He explains.
She nods again "I live for making life!!!"
TH watches them both burn to ash, arms folded over his chest.
They patiently wait for them to put the device on them and feel their heartbeat.
He hugs her tightly, crying just a little bit, his voice weak "I...love you..."
Grimes stand next to them, looking to them, their eyes softening slightly.
He attaches it to them, carefully placing it in special places.
"I love you too!!" She grins madly and hugs him back.
"What? I can feel your eyes burning holes into my head."
He makes sure to remain still, though they are not sure that they need to do so.
He just makes a moment to hug them, sobbing quietly, “Ya… really want ta have kids… with me?”
He coughs and looks back to the bonfire “Just silently wondering when we are going to kill the other person.” He frantically says to make up for it.
They pull away and nod "That should work."
She nods again "Yes! Of course! Si!"
"I can smell that lie." He chuckles.
He waits for them “What’s supposed to happen next?”
He pulls back, waving away the tears and looking to them, his hands on their shoulders “Okay.” He raises two glasses of whiskey, one for each of them.
He blushes and his fur puffs up slightly, continuing to look away.
"It with gather your vitals and we shall see how you are doing.' he nods.
She takes one and knocks it back, grinning.
"I would suggest you tell the truth." He says, spinning the tip of the blade against the pad of his index finger.
He nods once more, smiling softly, unworried about it now “Okay, I’m ready!”
He knocks back his own, already pretty drunk though, blood flushing to his cheeks.
He looks to the knife, and for a moment contemplating telling or not before saying “I was considerin’ askin’ you somethin’. Please don’t make me say what.”
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"True" Lify smiles
"I'm doing good. All my money in the last week, Thane" Basil smiles
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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.
"Nope. Just a sensor diode to find your pulse and such." He explains.
She nods again "I live for making life!!!"
TH watches them both burn to ash, arms folded over his chest.
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
"Having to explain that I died to my parents was weird."
"Good to hear. That's still a lot of money though, you shouldn't do that for me."
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.)
They patiently wait for them to put the device on them and feel their heartbeat.
He hugs her tightly, crying just a little bit, his voice weak "I...love you..."
Grimes stand next to them, looking to them, their eyes softening slightly.
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 attaches it to them, carefully placing it in special places.
"I love you too!!" She grins madly and hugs him back.
"What? I can feel your eyes burning holes into my head."
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 makes sure to remain still, though they are not sure that they need to do so.
He just makes a moment to hug them, sobbing quietly, “Ya… really want ta have kids… with me?”
He coughs and looks back to the bonfire “Just silently wondering when we are going to kill the other person.” He frantically says to make up for it.
He nods vigorously and leads the giant dragonoid to a bright red and yellow neon sign, and the similarly colored greasy spoon beneath it. It's a family diner with a stage for entertainers, and the entire interior is designed to look like a whimsical world with all sorts of legendary monsters hand-painted on the walls. Most are imaginary. A recurring motif is bears, for some reason.
The red-haired man seats Rag at an outside table since it's unlikely that he can fit inside. There only appear to be three employees, not including Max, who has disappeared as the others bring quite a bit of food to Rag's table. Several children point in wonder at the dragon man outside.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They pull away and nod "That should work."
She nods again "Yes! Of course! Si!"
"I can smell that lie." He chuckles.
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
"Thank you, Marshal. I hope I can make it up to you sometime."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't need you to make it up to me." He says, chuckling
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 looks around the place happily, and takes the food, beginning to eat. He looks at them, waving at the children before beginning to consume the food with little issue, his mouth growing wider and wider and he stuffs himself before closing it and sending it all down his throat.
He waits for them “What’s supposed to happen next?”
He pulls back, waving away the tears and looking to them, his hands on their shoulders “Okay.” He raises two glasses of whiskey, one for each of them.
He blushes and his fur puffs up slightly, continuing to look away.
*Hea back from the dead. Okay.*
"It with gather your vitals and we shall see how you are doing.' he nods.
She takes one and knocks it back, grinning.
"I would suggest you tell the truth." He says, spinning the tip of the blade against the pad of his index 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 takes the dish, looking down to it, and beginning to cut into the meal slowly “T-thank you…”
He certainly hadn’t expected that either, kissing her back shyly “Why are you doing this so much?” He says, blushing.
*He’s going to die a second time.*
He nods once more, smiling softly, unworried about it now “Okay, I’m ready!”
He knocks back his own, already pretty drunk though, blood flushing to his cheeks.
He looks to the knife, and for a moment contemplating telling or not before saying “I was considerin’ askin’ you somethin’. Please don’t make me say what.”