Sitting in the corner booth of the tavern is a black hyena with grey spots. Several patches of fur are missing from his face, arms, body, and legs, taken over by scarred tissue. Indications of injury, from others, and self inflicted. A portion of his right ear is missing. He has a few piercings in his ears, nose, and tongue. His hair is shoulder length and fluffy, as is his fur. He wears a rock band t-shirt, a crop top jacket with short sleeves, fishnet arm warmers, and cut off jeans with fishnet tights. His combat boots click against the floor nervously as he taps his paws, orange eyes shifting from side to side, paranoid.
Suddenly sitting next to him is Vanilla (I can provide a description if you want) who had, as far as the Hyena can tell, had appeared out of thin air. Vanilla silently offers them a hot cocoa.
*yes, please.*
He jumps softly, shrinking into the corner booth. "W-who are you? What do you w-want?.." He's skinny, and his eyes are sunken in.
Vanilla is a short boy, 15-16, with frosty blue eyes and fair, freckled skin. His hair is swirly and white, as if it were a swirl of whipped cream, and he has little antlers made of chocolate wafers. His nose is red and runny as if he had the cold, and he wears a red Christmas sweater. In his hands Is a cup of hot cocoa, with an unnecessary amount of toppings. Any sense that would reveal creature type reveals Vanilla to be
Divine in nature.
”Vanilla. Want a hot cocoa?”
"N-no..." he says, shaking his head. "Why you botherin' a loser like me, mate?" he says in a smooth, heavy australiana accent.
Vanilla tilts his head. “Because you looked like you needed a hot cocoa. No? Maybe just some chocolate?”
He adjusts his gloves, tightening them “You know the conditions of my sanity, it is quite foolish to assume I am the only one in here.”
She chuckles at the gestures, corking her bottle of wine “I suppose it would be.” She tilts her head “My last time asking, can I have just a little taste?” She puts her fingers together “This tiny.”
He adjusts his gloves, tightening them “You know the conditions of my sanity, it is quite foolish to assume I am the only one in here.”
She chuckles at the gestures, corking her bottle of wine “I suppose it would be.” She tilts her head “My last time asking, can I have just a little taste?” She puts her fingers together “This tiny.”
“And what should I know about this other person inside your head?”
Vanilla sighs, producing a sewing needle and a vial. He pricks his thumb, drawing the tiniest amount of blood, and drips it into the vial. His blood is a bright gold, and is literally glowing with divinity. Ichor.
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She laughs, her barrel chest expanding with laughter as she slaps their shoulder “Ya got me with it, but don’t worry none, liked the happy memories.” She smiles.
He looks down to all of them, sighing as heavily as humanly possible “I would rather not have to deal with all of this.” (Quick question, would John get anything because he’s devoted himself to Riotan’s cult?)
“Just a little self hatred, you heard about me getting arrested right?”
*I'd honestly prefer to start a new one if possible*
*Of course. Who should you like this time?*
*Omi, Saphuno, and a gay character whose life is in shambles*
Omi is reading on his stump outside his house, which resides in the Autumn Quarter of Aspen. Leaves fall and circle about him before being carried off by the wind.
Saphuno is working on herself, attempting to get back into shape. She's running the perimiter of town, jogging.
*Peculiar taste, but... I guess I can change a few things on one of my new characters and make a male*
Sitting in the corner booth of the tavern is a black hyena with grey spots. Several patches of fur are missing from his face, arms, body, and legs, taken over by scarred tissue. Indications of injury, from others, and self inflicted. A portion of his right ear is missing. He has a few piercings in his ears, nose, and tongue. His hair is shoulder length and fluffy, as is his fur. He wears a rock band t-shirt, a crop top jacket with short sleeves, fishnet arm warmers, and cut off jeans with fishnet tights. His combat boots click against the floor nervously as he taps his paws, orange eyes shifting from side to side, paranoid.
Mauric is walking through the woods, his glaive on his back, looking livid.
Hayden is outside, practicing her psionics.
Rio enters the inn, looking around.
"I can smell your anger... it's offputting." He says plainly, turning the page.
Saphuno takes a rest to lean against a tree, panting softly.
He can see the broken scavenger in the corner, looking meak and mild.
Mauric turns around and glowers at Omi. "Who're you?"
Hayden looks up at Saphuno and smiles at her, waving.
Riotan knows an easy mark when he sees one. He heads over toward him, debating what purpose he could put this acquisition to.
"Pick up a book on weather, and you'd know. Mauric..... last name's a bit fuzzy..." he says, writing something down.
She waves back briefly, taking a drink of water.
He sees Riotan, and he shrinks back further, exhaling sharply.
"Wh... HEY!! Are you that Omi guy??!"
Hayden goes over to her. "You alright miss?"
Rio goes over and sits at his booth. "Calm down, man. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm trying to help."
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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 adjusts his gloves, tightening them “You know the conditions of my sanity, it is quite foolish to assume I am the only one in here.”
She chuckles at the gestures, corking her bottle of wine “I suppose it would be.” She tilts her head “My last time asking, can I have just a little taste?” She puts her fingers together “This tiny.”
“And what should I know about this other person inside your head?”
Vanilla sighs, producing a sewing needle and a vial. He pricks his thumb, drawing the tiniest amount of blood, and drips it into the vial. His blood is a bright gold, and is literally glowing with divinity. Ichor.
“They are… less sensible than I would describe myself to be. More interested in hunting than science.”
She looks at the blood with nothing other than excitement, her face of royal manner and decadent demeanor fading for a moment as she takes the vial, looking at the liquid inside her eyes shining.
Sitting in the corner booth of the tavern is a black hyena with grey spots. Several patches of fur are missing from his face, arms, body, and legs, taken over by scarred tissue. Indications of injury, from others, and self inflicted. A portion of his right ear is missing. He has a few piercings in his ears, nose, and tongue. His hair is shoulder length and fluffy, as is his fur. He wears a rock band t-shirt, a crop top jacket with short sleeves, fishnet arm warmers, and cut off jeans with fishnet tights. His combat boots click against the floor nervously as he taps his paws, orange eyes shifting from side to side, paranoid.
Suddenly sitting next to him is Vanilla (I can provide a description if you want) who had, as far as the Hyena can tell, had appeared out of thin air. Vanilla silently offers them a hot cocoa.
*yes, please.*
He jumps softly, shrinking into the corner booth. "W-who are you? What do you w-want?.." He's skinny, and his eyes are sunken in.
Vanilla is a short boy, 15-16, with frosty blue eyes and fair, freckled skin. His hair is swirly and white, as if it were a swirl of whipped cream, and he has little antlers made of chocolate wafers. His nose is red and runny as if he had the cold, and he wears a red Christmas sweater. In his hands Is a cup of hot cocoa, with an unnecessary amount of toppings. Any sense that would reveal creature type reveals Vanilla to be
Divine in nature.
”Vanilla. Want a hot cocoa?”
"N-no..." he says, shaking his head. "Why you botherin' a loser like me, mate?" he says in a smooth, heavy australiana accent.
Vanilla tilts his head. “Because you looked like you needed a hot cocoa. No? Maybe just some chocolate?”
"Mate, bugger off.. Please.... I just need a rest, and you smell so sweet, it's doin' me head in." he says, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Sorry… I just wanted to help…” he snaps his fingers, and the sugar sweet smell subsides. He sips his own hot cocoa.
*ykw imma just have some fun who cares b/c I’m sad I can’t play sun/moon on switch* A young girl in a white dress and sun hat seems to be searching for something around the area
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Vanilla tilts his head. “Because you looked like you needed a hot cocoa. No? Maybe just some chocolate?”
*Of course, let me get it.*
*DDDD:*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*if you'd like to, i'd love to continue*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Arch.*
He adjusts his gloves, tightening them “You know the conditions of my sanity, it is quite foolish to assume I am the only one in here.”
She chuckles at the gestures, corking her bottle of wine “I suppose it would be.” She tilts her head “My last time asking, can I have just a little taste?” She puts her fingers together “This tiny.”
*Let me get it and we can continue.*
“And what should I know about this other person inside your head?”
Vanilla sighs, producing a sewing needle and a vial. He pricks his thumb, drawing the tiniest amount of blood, and drips it into the vial. His blood is a bright gold, and is literally glowing with divinity. Ichor.
*make them genderfluid*
*best of both*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Cut for Jobah.*
She laughs, her barrel chest expanding with laughter as she slaps their shoulder “Ya got me with it, but don’t worry none, liked the happy memories.” She smiles.
He looks down to all of them, sighing as heavily as humanly possible “I would rather not have to deal with all of this.” (Quick question, would John get anything because he’s devoted himself to Riotan’s cult?)
“Just a little self hatred, you heard about me getting arrested right?”
"Wh... HEY!! Are you that Omi guy??!"
Hayden goes over to her. "You alright miss?"
Rio goes over and sits at his booth. "Calm down, man. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm trying to help."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Doesnt matter to me, I’m just happy to rp with you, it’s been a while.*
“They are… less sensible than I would describe myself to be. More interested in hunting than science.”
She looks at the blood with nothing other than excitement, her face of royal manner and decadent demeanor fading for a moment as she takes the vial, looking at the liquid inside her eyes shining.
*i mean that's still an option. the gay part was more a joke than a requirement. you could still change them back to a woman if you like*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Sorry… I just wanted to help…” he snaps his fingers, and the sugar sweet smell subsides. He sips his own hot cocoa.
*ykw imma just have some fun who cares b/c I’m sad I can’t play sun/moon on switch*
A young girl in a white dress and sun hat seems to be searching for something around the area
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)