A broad-shouldered wolfman stumbles in, an almost dance-like stagger from a mix of pain and drunkenness. He has expensive clothes that with many tears in them, clearly not well-maintained. Oh, and he also has a metal pipe impaled into his shoulder, bruises all over his face, and several knife wounds on his torso. "This place free?" He slurs. "The bar threw me out, but I'm still... ouch. All over. The other hospitals said all they could gib me wuz like, painkillers, but even I know not to mix pills... and... something. What was I saying...?"
Mother Misery, her expression indecipherable with her mask, turns to look at the wolf man. “My, My… what happened?” She rushes over to him, helping him in and giving him somewhere to sit. She calls to one of her acolytes, who gasps, seeing the wolf man’s condition, and rushes towards him as well, assessing his wounds.
"I'd like to say it was... well, not fans, but dedicated readers who didn't like the direction I was going in my... uh... poems? Books? They didn't... ugh, everything hurts." His body seems to be rapidly processing the alcohol, leaving him with a surprisingly mild hangover. "Anyway, I can't afford a doctor these days, but I managed to get some disinfectant from my dentist friend. And then I tried to kill the pain with booze and everyone thought I got into a bar fight..." He grumbles incoherently.
A broad-shouldered wolfman stumbles in, an almost dance-like stagger from a mix of pain and drunkenness. He has expensive clothes that with many tears in them, clearly not well-maintained. Oh, and he also has a metal pipe impaled into his shoulder, bruises all over his face, and several knife wounds on his torso. "This place free?" He slurs. "The bar threw me out, but I'm still... ouch. All over. The other hospitals said all they could gib me wuz like, painkillers, but even I know not to mix pills... and... something. What was I saying...?"
Mother Misery, her expression indecipherable with her mask, turns to look at the wolf man. “My, My… what happened?” She rushes over to him, helping him in and giving him somewhere to sit. She calls to one of her acolytes, who gasps, seeing the wolf man’s condition, and rushes towards him as well, assessing his wounds.
"I'd like to say it was... well, not fans, but dedicated readers who didn't like the direction I was going in my... uh... poems? Books? They didn't... ugh, everything hurts." His body seems to be rapidly processing the alcohol, leaving him with a surprisingly mild hangover. "Anyway, I can't afford a doctor these days, but I managed to get some disinfectant from my dentist friend. And then I tried to kill the pain with booze and everyone thought I got into a bar fight..." He grumbles incoherently.
*Dinner is ready!*
*eat well, my friend!*
”poor dear... Don’t worry, the services I offer are free…” her acolyte gets to cleaning the most major wounds, and Mother Misery casts calm emotions, which at least makes things a little better.
The Yuletide ball is over and it’s early morning in the Rippling court. Aurelia is in the Opera house Plaza, giving a speech about the events of last night. Guards are crawling around everywhere. The local newspaper’s front page is all about the supposed attempted murder, with a picture of the scene after the fact, and of the Mercier twins and the Archduchess. It doesn’t specifically make anyone suspect… but it certainly isn’t flattering.
Mother Misery is working at her hospital.
Vanilla is offering people sugar cookies, in the shape of snowmen.
"I'd like to say it was... well, not fans, but dedicated readers who didn't like the direction I was going in my... uh... poems? Books? They didn't... ugh, everything hurts." His body seems to be rapidly processing the alcohol, leaving him with a surprisingly mild hangover. "Anyway, I can't afford a doctor these days, but I managed to get some disinfectant from my dentist friend. And then I tried to kill the pain with booze and everyone thought I got into a bar fight..." He grumbles incoherently.
*Dinner is ready!*
*eat well, my friend!*
”poor dear... Don’t worry, the services I offer are free…” her acolyte gets to cleaning the most major wounds, and Mother Misery casts calm emotions, which at least makes things a little better.
*The mac was superb!*
He murmurs somewhat contentedly, enduring the pain like a champ. "I'm a good dancer, you know. I sing, I dance, I play music, I write... but mostly I get the ever loving (gp) beat out of me. Sometimes I get em' back, but I can never dish it as well as I take it. But that's a good thing, I think. I've gotten better about biting and scratching. A little blood can end a fight, but even the lightest cuts can lead to, like, infections or sum'n, and I carry booze, not isopropyl or whatever." He sighs. "Should I just like... punch more people? I used to do that a lot. It's not as fun unless the guy's really asking for it, though."
The Yuletide ball is over and it’s early morning in the Rippling court. Aurelia is in the Opera house Plaza, giving a speech about the events of last night. Guards are crawling around everywhere. The local newspaper’s front page is all about the supposed attempted murder, with a picture of the scene after the fact, and of the Mercier twins and the Archduchess. It doesn’t specifically make anyone suspect… but it certainly isn’t flattering.
Mother Misery is working at her hospital.
Vanilla is offering people sugar cookies, in the shape of snowmen.
Aurora feels the presence of two of her mind. Yurishide pops out first from the shadows, The Spring Queen baring sharp teeth and Donn, with his golden pitchfork, watches from the shadows.
"I gotta experiment with these when I get home. Thank you so much."
"Demon politics are harder to follow because they don't have political parties, meaning you don't know the exact amount each demon hates each other demon. You just have to guess which ones hate which other ones in particular."
“Shame. I have an old custom damselfly, but it’s back at my garage.”
“You’re worth it.” He squeezes Felix one last time then lets go.
“Just assume every demon hates every other demon and you’re close enough to the truth to get by.”
"That sounds nice. Hard to get good ships these days. It's like the housing market, really. They're out there, but there's a whole conspiracy to keep prices high."
"I guess I have to believe that now, huh?" He smiles.
"Fair enough. So, why haven't you killed everyone here? As a demon lord, I would imagine it wouldn't be that hard."
“Mhm. But I got mine a century ago when prices were low…”
“You should believe it anyway. You’re a good guy, despite your life. And you deserve to enjoy Christmas with people who care about you.”
“I can get a lot more out of people when they’re alive. Like Samaritan, for instance.”
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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.
"I gotta experiment with these when I get home. Thank you so much."
"Demon politics are harder to follow because they don't have political parties, meaning you don't know the exact amount each demon hates each other demon. You just have to guess which ones hate which other ones in particular."
“Shame. I have an old custom damselfly, but it’s back at my garage.”
“You’re worth it.” He squeezes Felix one last time then lets go.
“Just assume every demon hates every other demon and you’re close enough to the truth to get by.”
"That sounds nice. Hard to get good ships these days. It's like the housing market, really. They're out there, but there's a whole conspiracy to keep prices high."
"I guess I have to believe that now, huh?" He smiles.
"Fair enough. So, why haven't you killed everyone here? As a demon lord, I would imagine it wouldn't be that hard."
“Mhm. But I got mine a century ago when prices were low…”
“You should believe it anyway. You’re a good guy, despite your life. And you deserve to enjoy Christmas with people who care about you.”
“I can get a lot more out of people when they’re alive. Like Samaritan, for instance.”
Rio kisses him back. “Yeah, but only to a very specific group of people.”
”…you alright?”
"Mn, most people shouldn't be judging on skin alone." He grumbles.
"I think? I feel off."
“Well that’s the thing.” Rio’s scales fall off and beneath is an exact replica of Samaritan, finally finished now that Rio could see his face. “I can have whatever skin I like.”
“You haven’t been outside properly for years and years, the atmosphere’s probably changed! You just gotta get acclimated, y’know? And I’ll be here to help you any step of the way!”
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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.
"I gotta experiment with these when I get home. Thank you so much."
"Demon politics are harder to follow because they don't have political parties, meaning you don't know the exact amount each demon hates each other demon. You just have to guess which ones hate which other ones in particular."
“Shame. I have an old custom damselfly, but it’s back at my garage.”
“You’re worth it.” He squeezes Felix one last time then lets go.
“Just assume every demon hates every other demon and you’re close enough to the truth to get by.”
"That sounds nice. Hard to get good ships these days. It's like the housing market, really. They're out there, but there's a whole conspiracy to keep prices high."
"I guess I have to believe that now, huh?" He smiles.
"Fair enough. So, why haven't you killed everyone here? As a demon lord, I would imagine it wouldn't be that hard."
“Mhm. But I got mine a century ago when prices were low…”
“You should believe it anyway. You’re a good guy, despite your life. And you deserve to enjoy Christmas with people who care about you.”
“I can get a lot more out of people when they’re alive. Like Samaritan, for instance.”
*Could we please start a new one instead?*
*oh yeah sure sorry*
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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.
Rio kisses him back. “Yeah, but only to a very specific group of people.”
”…you alright?”
"Mn, most people shouldn't be judging on skin alone." He grumbles.
"I think? I feel off."
“Well that’s the thing.” Rio’s scales fall off and beneath is an exact replica of Samaritan, finally finished now that Rio could see his face. “I can have whatever skin I like.”
“You haven’t been outside properly for years and years, the atmosphere’s probably changed! You just gotta get acclimated, y’know? And I’ll be here to help you any step of the way!”
Samaritan nods "I know..." He sighs, smiling and then drowning slightly "People are just cruel I suppose. Judging others on what they look like."
"I just feel unsure... Like I don't belong.. here, with you, right now." He shrugs.
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Rio kisses him back. “Yeah, but only to a very specific group of people.”
”…you alright?”
"Mn, most people shouldn't be judging on skin alone." He grumbles.
"I think? I feel off."
“Well that’s the thing.” Rio’s scales fall off and beneath is an exact replica of Samaritan, finally finished now that Rio could see his face. “I can have whatever skin I like.”
“You haven’t been outside properly for years and years, the atmosphere’s probably changed! You just gotta get acclimated, y’know? And I’ll be here to help you any step of the way!”
Samaritan nods "I know..." He sighs, smiling and then drowning slightly "People are just cruel I suppose. Judging others on what they look like."
"I just feel unsure... Like I don't belong.. here, with you, right now." He shrugs.
“People appreciate what they find beautiful and most people have unreasonable standards. The pleasure principle is both our kindest lover and our bitterest foe.”
“I’m sure you’ll get adjusted soon. And ‘till then, I’m gonna help you through everything. You’re my friend, and you deserve it.” She smiles at him kindly.
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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.
Rio kisses him back. “Yeah, but only to a very specific group of people.”
”…you alright?”
"Mn, most people shouldn't be judging on skin alone." He grumbles.
"I think? I feel off."
“Well that’s the thing.” Rio’s scales fall off and beneath is an exact replica of Samaritan, finally finished now that Rio could see his face. “I can have whatever skin I like.”
“You haven’t been outside properly for years and years, the atmosphere’s probably changed! You just gotta get acclimated, y’know? And I’ll be here to help you any step of the way!”
Samaritan nods "I know..." He sighs, smiling and then drowning slightly "People are just cruel I suppose. Judging others on what they look like."
"I just feel unsure... Like I don't belong.. here, with you, right now." He shrugs.
“People appreciate what they find beautiful and most people have unreasonable standards. The pleasure principle is both our kindest lover and our bitterest foe.”
“I’m sure you’ll get adjusted soon. And ‘till then, I’m gonna help you through everything. You’re my friend, and you deserve it.” She smiles at him kindly.
He nods "I know.. I know.' he begins to eat, sharp teeth ripping in the hind haunches of the pig and tearing at a load of bread.
He hugs her and nods "Okay..' he nods and walks up the stairs.
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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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*Mm… i feel like pirates.*
*space pirates.*
"I'd like to say it was... well, not fans, but dedicated readers who didn't like the direction I was going in my... uh... poems? Books? They didn't... ugh, everything hurts." His body seems to be rapidly processing the alcohol, leaving him with a surprisingly mild hangover. "Anyway, I can't afford a doctor these days, but I managed to get some disinfectant from my dentist friend. And then I tried to kill the pain with booze and everyone thought I got into a bar fight..." He grumbles incoherently.
*Dinner is ready!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*eat well, my friend!*
”poor dear... Don’t worry, the services I offer are free…” her acolyte gets to cleaning the most major wounds, and Mother Misery casts calm emotions, which at least makes things a little better.
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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
*soon, all of the frogs shall be ours!*
*MWHAAHAH!*
*Indeed my beloved!!!*
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
*first, the frogs, and then the Labradors!*
*dare to roleplay?*
*What about the fig newtons?*
*I do, I put all my money on red.*
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
*possibly*
*alright!*
*i’ll repost my characters, but i am also about to have dinner.*
*The mac was superb!*
He murmurs somewhat contentedly, enduring the pain like a champ. "I'm a good dancer, you know. I sing, I dance, I play music, I write... but mostly I get the ever loving (gp) beat out of me. Sometimes I get em' back, but I can never dish it as well as I take it. But that's a good thing, I think. I've gotten better about biting and scratching. A little blood can end a fight, but even the lightest cuts can lead to, like, infections or sum'n, and I carry booze, not isopropyl or whatever." He sighs. "Should I just like... punch more people? I used to do that a lot. It's not as fun unless the guy's really asking for it, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Aurora feels the presence of two of her mind. Yurishide pops out first from the shadows, The Spring Queen baring sharp teeth and Donn, with his golden pitchfork, watches from the shadows.
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
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Could we please start a new one instead?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*oh yeah sure sorry*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan nods "I know..." He sighs, smiling and then drowning slightly "People are just cruel I suppose. Judging others on what they look like."
"I just feel unsure... Like I don't belong.. here, with you, right now." He shrugs.
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
*is have here mobile*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, 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. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
“People appreciate what they find beautiful and most people have unreasonable standards. The pleasure principle is both our kindest lover and our bitterest foe.”
“I’m sure you’ll get adjusted soon. And ‘till then, I’m gonna help you through everything. You’re my friend, and you deserve it.” She smiles at him kindly.
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 nods "I know.. I know.' he begins to eat, sharp teeth ripping in the hind haunches of the pig and tearing at a load of bread.
He hugs her and nods "Okay..' he nods and walks up the stairs.
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