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!
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.
Rio watches him eat passively, swallowing an eel whole every so often.
*what stairs?*
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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.
Rio watches him eat passively, swallowing an eel whole every so often.
*what stairs?*
Samaritan finishes quickly and turns to Riotan "What?"
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.
Rio watches him eat passively, swallowing an eel whole every so often.
*what stairs?*
Samaritan finishes quickly and turns to Riotan "What?"
*They were in the basement.*
“Nothing. Just hanging out with you, enjoying the day.”
*oh, i thought they were at Loriche’s camp. that’s how she forged him the new armor and clothes*
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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.
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.
“But I can assure you, my people, will we catch this criminal, and bring them to justice in the sacred court of Fontaine!-“ she says, confidently. She pauses a moment, her eyes narrowing as she sees York and Donn. The speech is soon over, and she retreats backstage, appearing again at the fountain at the center of the plaza, staring at the two other Archfey.
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.
Rio watches him eat passively, swallowing an eel whole every so often.
*what stairs?*
Samaritan finishes quickly and turns to Riotan "What?"
*They were in the basement.*
“Nothing. Just hanging out with you, enjoying the day.”
*oh, i thought they were at Loriche’s camp. that’s how she forged him the new armor and clothes*
"I enjoy your company as well... I am sorry for using you.." he said.
*I remember typing them in the basement but sure, that makes more to put them in the camp?*
"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."
She seems a bit shocked listening to him speak. “I’d rather not… you punch more people… but that is not important right now… I’m going to have to remove this metal pipe, okay? I promise, you won’t feel a thing…”
“Don’t apologize. I got what I wanted and now we’re moving forward to a new step beyond just a physical relationship! If it also helps you get out of an awful marriage, that’s even 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.
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.
“But I can assure you, my people, will we catch this criminal, and bring them to justice in the sacred court of Fontaine!-“ she says, confidently. She pauses a moment, her eyes narrowing as she sees York and Donn. The speech is soon over, and she retreats backstage, appearing again at the fountain at the center of the plaza, staring at the two other Archfey.
Yurishide, the traitor to the Summer Court and to her handler, Tatiana, walks up to her and chuckles "Hello there child." She hums.
Donn stays to the shadows still, the Goat Fey of Nightmares golden eyes staring at them.
“Don’t apologize. I got what I wanted and now we’re moving forward to a new step beyond just a physical relationship! If it also helps you get out of an awful marriage, that’s even better!”
*if it’s okay with you, we can move it to there*
"You wanted for me to.." he spins his forks in hand and sighs "Why?"
*Yerp!*
Home sits in her camp, watching her do basically everything.
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."
She seems a bit shocked listening to him speak. “I’d rather not… you punch more people… but that is not important right now… I’m going to have to remove this metal pipe, okay? I promise, you won’t feel a thing…”
He nods. "M'kay. You've got a nice mask. My nurse had one just like it..."
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.
“But I can assure you, my people, will we catch this criminal, and bring them to justice in the sacred court of Fontaine!-“ she says, confidently. She pauses a moment, her eyes narrowing as she sees York and Donn. The speech is soon over, and she retreats backstage, appearing again at the fountain at the center of the plaza, staring at the two other Archfey.
Yurishide, the traitor to the Summer Court and to her handler, Tatiana, walks up to her and chuckles "Hello there child." She hums.
Donn stays to the shadows still, the Goat Fey of Nightmares golden eyes staring at them.
*I just realized it autorcorrected Yuri to York, lol*
Aurelia seems tense, and flinches a bit when Yuri approaches. “I know not how old you are, but I am certainly not a child and will not be referred to as such, I have been the archduchess of the Rippling court for nearly five hundred years.”She says, looking up at Yuri.
*hey all, I currently only have the capacity to handle one thread at this time. I wish to rp, but it must be on cosmo. Should you wish to come over and say hi, pls do I’m sick and some company would be nice.*
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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.
“But I can assure you, my people, will we catch this criminal, and bring them to justice in the sacred court of Fontaine!-“ she says, confidently. She pauses a moment, her eyes narrowing as she sees York and Donn. The speech is soon over, and she retreats backstage, appearing again at the fountain at the center of the plaza, staring at the two other Archfey.
Yurishide, the traitor to the Summer Court and to her handler, Tatiana, walks up to her and chuckles "Hello there child." She hums.
Donn stays to the shadows still, the Goat Fey of Nightmares golden eyes staring at them.
*I just realized it autorcorrected Yuri to York, lol*
Aurelia seems tense, and flinches a bit when Yuri approaches. “I know not how old you are, but I am certainly not a child and will not be referred to as such, I have been the archduchess of the Rippling court for nearly five hundred years.”She says, looking up at Yuri.
"Young thing then." She laughs, her feline eyes glimmering "Do you know where you are?" She asked.
“Don’t apologize. I got what I wanted and now we’re moving forward to a new step beyond just a physical relationship! If it also helps you get out of an awful marriage, that’s even better!”
*if it’s okay with you, we can move it to there*
"You wanted for me to.." he spins his forks in hand and sighs "Why?"
*Yerp!*
Home sits in her camp, watching her do basically everything.
“…because I appreciate the more earthly elements of you just as much as I appreciate your personality?”
She lifts a small steel buckler off of her anvil, imbuing it with a magical field. “This is my first gift to you. This shield’ll give you increased awareness and prevent monsters and stuff from getting the jump on you!”
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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.
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."
She seems a bit shocked listening to him speak. “I’d rather not… you punch more people… but that is not important right now… I’m going to have to remove this metal pipe, okay? I promise, you won’t feel a thing…”
He nods. "M'kay. You've got a nice mask. My nurse had one just like it..."
“Thank You… it’s a tradition for me, at this point… I almost never take it off…” as she says this, she carefully removes the pipe, and somehow, he barely feels anything. The area around the wound is temporarily numb. He can see Mother Misery flinching as he goes numb, and as she sets the pipe down, she clutches her shoulder where the pipe was on the wolf man’s body.
*hey all, I currently only have the capacity to handle one thread at this time. I wish to rp, but it must be on cosmo. Should you wish to come over and say hi, pls do I’m sick and some company would be nice.*
*I don't have a character that would fit there, and I don't think I have the time to make one tonight. Sorry.*
“Don’t apologize. I got what I wanted and now we’re moving forward to a new step beyond just a physical relationship! If it also helps you get out of an awful marriage, that’s even better!”
*if it’s okay with you, we can move it to there*
"You wanted for me to.." he spins his forks in hand and sighs "Why?"
*Yerp!*
Home sits in her camp, watching her do basically everything.
“…because I appreciate the more earthly elements of you just as much as I appreciate your personality?”
She lifts a small steel buckler off of her anvil, imbuing it with a magical field. “This is my first gift to you. This shield’ll give you increased awareness and prevent monsters and stuff from getting the jump on you!”
"Hm.. wasn't expecting that honestly." He said, smiling again "Sorry.. I'm not used to... This."
He takes them both, testing the weight. "Thank you.." he says and sort of holds them both to his chest.
“Don’t apologize. I got what I wanted and now we’re moving forward to a new step beyond just a physical relationship! If it also helps you get out of an awful marriage, that’s even better!”
*if it’s okay with you, we can move it to there*
"You wanted for me to.." he spins his forks in hand and sighs "Why?"
*Yerp!*
Home sits in her camp, watching her do basically everything.
“…because I appreciate the more earthly elements of you just as much as I appreciate your personality?”
She lifts a small steel buckler off of her anvil, imbuing it with a magical field. “This is my first gift to you. This shield’ll give you increased awareness and prevent monsters and stuff from getting the jump on you!”
"Hm.. wasn't expecting that honestly." He said, smiling again "Sorry.. I'm not used to... This."
He takes them both, testing the weight. "Thank you.." he says and sort of holds them both to his chest.
“What? A supportive partner who likes you as a person?”
She smiles at him. “That buckler’s only one gift though. I make magic weapons an’ stuff constantly, and you’ll probably be nearly as armed as me soon!”
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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.
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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!
Rio watches him eat passively, swallowing an eel whole every so often.
*what stairs?*
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 finishes quickly and turns to Riotan "What?"
*They were in the basement.*
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
“Nothing. Just hanging out with you, enjoying the day.”
*oh, i thought they were at Loriche’s camp. that’s how she forged him the new armor and clothes*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“But I can assure you, my people, will we catch this criminal, and bring them to justice in the sacred court of Fontaine!-“ she says, confidently. She pauses a moment, her eyes narrowing as she sees York and Donn. The speech is soon over, and she retreats backstage, appearing again at the fountain at the center of the plaza, staring at the two other Archfey.
"I enjoy your company as well... I am sorry for using you.." he said.
*I remember typing them in the basement but sure, that makes more to put them in the camp?*
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
She seems a bit shocked listening to him speak. “I’d rather not… you punch more people… but that is not important right now… I’m going to have to remove this metal pipe, okay? I promise, you won’t feel a thing…”
*cut*
“Don’t apologize. I got what I wanted and now we’re moving forward to a new step beyond just a physical relationship! If it also helps you get out of an awful marriage, that’s even better!”
*if it’s okay with you, we can move it to there*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Yurishide, the traitor to the Summer Court and to her handler, Tatiana, walks up to her and chuckles "Hello there child." She hums.
Donn stays to the shadows still, the Goat Fey of Nightmares golden eyes staring at them.
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
"You wanted for me to.." he spins his forks in hand and sighs "Why?"
*Yerp!*
Home sits in her camp, watching her do basically everything.
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 nods. "M'kay. You've got a nice mask. My nurse had one just like it..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I just realized it autorcorrected Yuri to York, lol*
Aurelia seems tense, and flinches a bit when Yuri approaches. “I know not how old you are, but I am certainly not a child and will not be referred to as such, I have been the archduchess of the Rippling court for nearly five hundred years.” She says, looking up at Yuri.
*hey all, I currently only have the capacity to handle one thread at this time. I wish to rp, but it must be on cosmo. Should you wish to come over and say hi, pls do I’m sick and some company would be nice.*
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"Young thing then." She laughs, her feline eyes glimmering "Do you know where you are?" She asked.
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
“…because I appreciate the more earthly elements of you just as much as I appreciate your personality?”
She lifts a small steel buckler off of her anvil, imbuing it with a magical field. “This is my first gift to you. This shield’ll give you increased awareness and prevent monsters and stuff from getting the jump on you!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Thank You… it’s a tradition for me, at this point… I almost never take it off…” as she says this, she carefully removes the pipe, and somehow, he barely feels anything. The area around the wound is temporarily numb. He can see Mother Misery flinching as he goes numb, and as she sets the pipe down, she clutches her shoulder where the pipe was on the wolf man’s body.
*I don't have a character that would fit there, and I don't think I have the time to make one tonight. Sorry.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hm.. wasn't expecting that honestly." He said, smiling again "Sorry.. I'm not used to... This."
He takes them both, testing the weight. "Thank you.." he says and sort of holds them both to 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
*Hey Baal, want to start a new rp? If so, would you like me to pick from your characters or post mine?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“What? A supportive partner who likes you as a person?”
She smiles at him. “That buckler’s only one gift though. I make magic weapons an’ stuff constantly, and you’ll probably be nearly as armed as me soon!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.