"At first. He was so chill I kind of got over it."
"Yes. Now shut up."
“Ah. Well, in another life, you two would’ve been a good pair. But Mauric’s happy with Nick. And why would you ever be attracted to me? I know you’re a furry by default, but I didn’t expect you to be a scalie too.”
They go quiet.
"I mean, you seem cruel and pointless on the surface, but beneath that you're... really sweet. Like... puppies and kittens sweet."
Cathan doesn't say anything either. He just finishes up with his gardening.
“Only to people I like. Other people are just a crop. You oughta know that by now.”
Eito also doesn’t move. They are very comfortable with remaining utterly motionless for days on end.
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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.
A fat, older humanoid is walking toward town. He wears a hooded fur cloak and a pristine white cloth mask that together cover his entire face. Long silver hair flows out from the edges and floats like it's in water. His outfit looks like an old college uniform with belts wrapped around the left leg and a short, bloody apron around the waist. He wears a bandolier filled with cutlery, vials of liquid, and miniature scroll cases, and his white gloves are far, far too fancy for the rest of his clothes, obviously magical in some way judging by the runic discs of iron chained around them like necklaces.
He walks into an alley, looks around, and pulls back his hood to reveal a wolf-like head with gleaming red-violet eyes. He takes off his mask and puts it back on as a bib. He casts a quick spell and conjures a big, black, juicy cheeseburger from a rift. He digs in, as if desperate to get it eaten before someone sees him.
Stroth, who is standing right behind him, pokes him.
"I don't really find you hot, honestly. More creepy."
“Wait, really?” He looks genuinely surprised. “I mean, sometimes I’m trying to, but right now I’m keeping myself in my best possible physical status!”
"Yeah. You look like a manipulator. Strugel culture kind of frowns upon bigger people trying to manipulate us. No matter how small you are, you hold yourself like a big, important guy."
"I don't really find you hot, honestly. More creepy."
“Wait, really?” He looks genuinely surprised. “I mean, sometimes I’m trying to, but right now I’m keeping myself in my best possible physical status!”
"Yeah. You look like a manipulator. Strugel culture kind of frowns upon bigger people trying to manipulate us. No matter how small you are, you hold yourself like a big, important guy."
“Well then…” Rio’s scales all fall off, and underneath is a grey strugel in similar garb to Riotan, with scale patterns along his fur rendered in acid green.
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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.
"Yeah. You look like a manipulator. Strugel culture kind of frowns upon bigger people trying to manipulate us. No matter how small you are, you hold yourself like a big, important guy."
“Well then…” Rio’s scales all fall off, and underneath is a grey strugel in similar garb to Riotan, with scale patterns along his fur rendered in acid green.
"It's your stance and bearing. Your body language just screams 'cultist/politician' to me. Anyway, why are you trying to look hot to me anyway? You've got a boyfriend, and I'll be dead in two days."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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“Only to people I like. Other people are just a crop. You oughta know that by now.”
Eito also doesn’t move. They are very comfortable with remaining utterly motionless for days on end.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You have potential though. That's the point."
Cathan gets up and walks away, taking his guards with him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Honey, you don’t have to tell me that I have potential~” He chuckles.
Eito walks away as well, heading back to his shrine.
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 do not know but I know the tavern over yonder is called the Lords Rest Inn."
"Call me cutie again and I will use your head as a coffee mug." He grunts.
"How so?"
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
Stroth, who is standing right behind him, pokes him.
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
“Okay then. Thanks for letting me know!”
“Promise?”
“I… can’t eat them.”
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 "What is your name child?" he asks.
He gives a deadpan stare at Riotan.
"Yes, that is understandable, but how? Is it biological?"
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 stops, eyes widening. He turns around slowly and swallows the big bite he just took. He gives a little wave. "Hi."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't know what that means."
*Good end?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She pokes him again, grinning
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
“I’m Hayden!”
Rio giggles slightly. “Lighten up a little~”
“Yes. I am, in that way, flawed.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“It means I’m hot and I know I’m hot, so you don’t need to tell me that. Just a lil joke.”
*yeh*
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's very soft. "Um... are you alright?" He looks around, pulling his mask up and hood down. "Do you... want a burger?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't really find you hot, honestly. More creepy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Pleasure to meet ye." He says and bows his head.
"I try but I am also confused as to why you do this to me." He says and kisses the top of his head.
"Hm." He thinks for a moment before tilting his head "Have you tried?"
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
“Wait, really?” He looks genuinely surprised. “I mean, sometimes I’m trying to, but right now I’m keeping myself in my best possible physical status!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yeah. You look like a manipulator. Strugel culture kind of frowns upon bigger people trying to manipulate us. No matter how small you are, you hold yourself like a big, important guy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“You too!” She grins.
“Because you are cute? I’d thought that was obvious…”
“Yes. Numerous times. Right after I was first thusly incarnated.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well then…” Rio’s scales all fall off, and underneath is a grey strugel in similar garb to Riotan, with scale patterns along his fur rendered in acid green.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"It's your stance and bearing. Your body language just screams 'cultist/politician' to me. Anyway, why are you trying to look hot to me anyway? You've got a boyfriend, and I'll be dead in two days."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels