”Mahalayati.” Mahl smiles as she looks at Darius and his companion.
He tilts his head "That is a beautiful name. Where is it from, if I may ask?" The lioness lays down next to Darius while he cools.
“If I told you, I doubt you would know.” Mahl sighs as she sharpens her claws.
"Maybe, but indulge me if you would." He says, tearing off a strip off cooked meat and passing it to them.
“I’d try, but I just can’t remember where I got it.” Mahl growls as she skewers the meat with one of her claws.
"Ah I see, I don't have many memories myself, but those I do have, I cherish." He begins tear into the meat, his canines unnaturally long for a human. The lioness doing the same.
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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.'
”Mahalayati.” Mahl smiles as she looks at Darius and his companion.
He tilts his head "That is a beautiful name. Where is it from, if I may ask?" The lioness lays down next to Darius while he cools.
“If I told you, I doubt you would know.” Mahl sighs as she sharpens her claws.
"Maybe, but indulge me if you would." He says, tearing off a strip off cooked meat and passing it to them.
“I’d try, but I just can’t remember where I got it.” Mahl growls as she skewers the meat with one of her claws.
"Ah I see, I don't have many memories myself, but those I do have, I cherish." He begins tear into the meat, his canines unnaturally long for a human. The lioness doing the same.
“Well, I just got put in this meat suit. Eya, mind telling him how exactly that happened?” Mahl smiles.
Her left eye reverts from orange back to its usual teal.
”The gist of it is that I’ve got a god in my head. I suppose you’ve already met her though?” Eya groans, her English accent clearly audible.
“Well, I just got put in this meat suit. Eya, mind telling him how exactly that happened?” Mahl smiles.
Her left eye reverts from orange back to its usual teal.
”The gist of it is that I’ve got a god in my head. I suppose you’ve already met her though?” Eya groans, her English accent clearly audible.
"Well, I suppose I haven't met one of you then, which is quite unfortunate. Darius Kanowasuki, the pleasure is mine to meet such beautiful people."
Eya smiles and sheathes her claws before shaking his hand. She then looks at his companion and waves to her.
The lioness roars back at them politely, still tearing their meal apart. Once he's finished he begins sharpening his stone age great sword made from volcanic glass.
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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.'
Omori is continuing her practice, trying to maintain concentration on the conjured mage hands and being able to hold onto it for a little bit longer each time.
Helianth is continuing its research, drawing and revising and scrapping ideas for how to feasibly capture the Sun.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Well, I just got put in this meat suit. Eya, mind telling him how exactly that happened?” Mahl smiles.
Her left eye reverts from orange back to its usual teal.
”The gist of it is that I’ve got a god in my head. I suppose you’ve already met her though?” Eya groans, her English accent clearly audible.
"Well, I suppose I haven't met one of you then, which is quite unfortunate. Darius Kanowasuki, the pleasure is mine to meet such beautiful people."
Eya smiles and sheathes her claws before shaking his hand. She then looks at his companion and waves to her.
The lioness roars back at them politely, still tearing their meal apart. Once he's finished he begins sharpening his stone age great sword made from volcanic glass.
Eya yawns, sharpens her claws, and walks off into the forest
Helianth is continuing its research, drawing and revising and scrapping ideas for how to feasibly capture the Sun.
*timesplit*
Eya walks into the library and begins to examine some of the books.
The giant crooked flower is hunched over a desk, drawing diagrams of some large contraption. It's other flower heads are scanning through tomes that lay open around it.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Helianth is continuing its research, drawing and revising and scrapping ideas for how to feasibly capture the Sun.
*timesplit*
Eya walks into the library and begins to examine some of the books.
The giant crooked flower is hunched over a desk, drawing diagrams of some large contraption. It's other flower heads are scanning through tomes that lay open around it.
Eya notices the creature and walks over to it.
”Hi, what exactly is a plant doing here?” Eya asks.
Helianth is continuing its research, drawing and revising and scrapping ideas for how to feasibly capture the Sun.
*timesplit*
Eya walks into the library and begins to examine some of the books.
The giant crooked flower is hunched over a desk, drawing diagrams of some large contraption. It's other flower heads are scanning through tomes that lay open around it.
Eya notices the creature and walks over to it.
”Hi, what exactly is a plant doing here?” Eya asks.
Its largest flower head- the inner disc of which as dark as utter oblivion- turns to face them, silent for a second. "The same thing anyone who goes to a library is doing there- looking for information. Why do you ask?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Helianth is continuing its research, drawing and revising and scrapping ideas for how to feasibly capture the Sun.
*timesplit*
Eya walks into the library and begins to examine some of the books.
The giant crooked flower is hunched over a desk, drawing diagrams of some large contraption. It's other flower heads are scanning through tomes that lay open around it.
Eya notices the creature and walks over to it.
”Hi, what exactly is a plant doing here?” Eya asks.
Its largest flower head- the inner disc of which as dark as utter oblivion- turns to face them, silent for a second. "The same thing anyone who goes to a library is doing there- looking for information. Why do you ask?"
“Dunno, it’s just a bit odd seeing a plant in here.” Eya chuckles.
Her left eye shifts from teal to orange.
”So says the girl with a deity in her head.” Mahl snaps with her Scottish accent.
“If I told you, I doubt you would know.” Mahl sighs as she sharpens her claws.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
"Maybe, but indulge me if you would." He says, tearing off a strip off cooked meat and passing it to 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.)
“I’d try, but I just can’t remember where I got it.” Mahl growls as she skewers the meat with one of her claws.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
"Ah I see, I don't have many memories myself, but those I do have, I cherish." He begins tear into the meat, his canines unnaturally long for a human. The lioness doing the same.
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.)
“Well, I just got put in this meat suit. Eya, mind telling him how exactly that happened?” Mahl smiles.
Her left eye reverts from orange back to its usual teal.
”The gist of it is that I’ve got a god in my head. I suppose you’ve already met her though?” Eya groans, her English accent clearly audible.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
"Well, I suppose I haven't met one of you then, which is quite unfortunate. Darius Kanowasuki, the pleasure is mine to meet such beautiful people."
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.)
Eya smiles and sheathes her claws before shaking his hand. She then looks at his companion and waves to her.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
The lioness roars back at them politely, still tearing their meal apart. Once he's finished he begins sharpening his stone age great sword made from volcanic glass.
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.)
Omori is continuing her practice, trying to maintain concentration on the conjured mage hands and being able to hold onto it for a little bit longer each time.
Helianth is continuing its research, drawing and revising and scrapping ideas for how to feasibly capture the Sun.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Hello, I am alive for now but I will be gone in a few minutes, unfortunately.*
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
(how are you doing)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*timesplit*
Eya walks into the library and begins to examine some of the books.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
Eya yawns, sharpens her claws, and walks off into the forest
“See you two around then.” She smiles.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
The giant crooked flower is hunched over a desk, drawing diagrams of some large contraption. It's other flower heads are scanning through tomes that lay open around it.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Eya notices the creature and walks over to it.
”Hi, what exactly is a plant doing here?” Eya asks.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
"See you around beautiful huntress." He says chuckling.
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.)
Its largest flower head- the inner disc of which as dark as utter oblivion- turns to face them, silent for a second. "The same thing anyone who goes to a library is doing there- looking for information. Why do you ask?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Dunno, it’s just a bit odd seeing a plant in here.” Eya chuckles.
Her left eye shifts from teal to orange.
”So says the girl with a deity in her head.” Mahl snaps with her Scottish accent.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
*Anybody want to rp? If not, I'll still be here ig.*
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.)
*Sure! Which character(s) do you want?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)