Someone seems to forming in the water, before appearing above them in a ray of golden radiant light, it takes a appearance of a Seraphim similar to the appearance of the Fury from Slay the princess, with visible, never healing wounds and a heart that beats outside of their chest, black blindfold that represents the blindness of true fury. The handler of Wrath, and it looks like they want something.
“Ah, given him the bestest breakfast anybody could ever want. I’ll do what I can ta help.”
She jumps back, making a frightened noise.
"You know how to make eggs?" She chuckles and tilts her head.
Tengen takes off his blindfold, worried about her only to see the seraphim, who smiles down at the both of them, her voice soft spoken “Hello dears, how have you been Masuki?”
He shrugs “I know how ta make toast, but I’ll give it a shot.” He puts on an apron.
She rears back again, her body forcing herself backwards.
She beams and kisses his cheek.
Fury laughs, sounding like wind chimes in the breeze “Same as always then. Tengen? Did you kill everyone I asked you to dear?” Tengen nods, sheathing his blade.
He prepares to cook, kissing her back. He does what he can to help.
Masuki covers her ears, covering her ears.
She seems to know what she is doing overall.
After a small exchange, which Tengen seems to be begrudgingly taking part in, the angel leaves. Tengen takes their hands, “It’s okay… she’s gone.”
Occasionally he’ll send a little compliment flirtingly her way, smiling as he burns himself or makes a small cut on a finger.
She violently shakes her head, her who body shaking like a leaf "I don't like them.."
She flirts with him back, healing his cuts and burns as they go.
He hugs them, rubbing their back “I’ll try to keep them from you.” He says comfortingly “I’m here for you, always.”
After a while, he’s done everything he knows how to do, and only continues to help under Stroth’s instruction.
Someone seems to forming in the water, before appearing above them in a ray of golden radiant light, it takes a appearance of a Seraphim similar to the appearance of the Fury from Slay the princess, with visible, never healing wounds and a heart that beats outside of their chest, black blindfold that represents the blindness of true fury. The handler of Wrath, and it looks like they want something.
“Ah, given him the bestest breakfast anybody could ever want. I’ll do what I can ta help.”
She jumps back, making a frightened noise.
"You know how to make eggs?" She chuckles and tilts her head.
Tengen takes off his blindfold, worried about her only to see the seraphim, who smiles down at the both of them, her voice soft spoken “Hello dears, how have you been Masuki?”
He shrugs “I know how ta make toast, but I’ll give it a shot.” He puts on an apron.
She rears back again, her body forcing herself backwards.
She beams and kisses his cheek.
Fury laughs, sounding like wind chimes in the breeze “Same as always then. Tengen? Did you kill everyone I asked you to dear?” Tengen nods, sheathing his blade.
He prepares to cook, kissing her back. He does what he can to help.
Masuki covers her ears, covering her ears.
She seems to know what she is doing overall.
After a small exchange, which Tengen seems to be begrudgingly taking part in, the angel leaves. Tengen takes their hands, “It’s okay… she’s gone.”
Occasionally he’ll send a little compliment flirtingly her way, smiling as he burns himself or makes a small cut on a finger.
She violently shakes her head, her who body shaking like a leaf "I don't like them.."
She flirts with him back, healing his cuts and burns as they go.
He hugs them, rubbing their back “I’ll try to keep them from you.” He says comfortingly “I’m here for you, always.”
After a while, he’s done everything he knows how to do, and only continues to help under Stroth’s instruction.
She hugs him back "I'm sorry..."
After a bit, they have a stack of pancakes, a good bit of bacon, a fruit cocktail almost, and eggs all ready.
*Bah, y'know what, here he is despite the fact I haven't written up a stat block yet.*
Thirteen can feel the air somehow getting heavier around the tavern ground and it seems to be moving almost.
Home is playing with the kitten, feeding it bits of fish.
Samaritan, although against the abyssal work, supports his partner.
*I was wondering if Rio could interact with Stroth and do the ritual to bring back her fetus*
Thirteen sighs and takes his journal and sword, going outside.
Loriche eventually awakens and looks down, smiling. “Aww…”
Riotan is trying to summon a manes soul to stuff into his new vrock body. It’s not working that well.
*Sure!*
Outside, in town, there is a man. He seems to be surrounded by cheering folk as he holds a man by the collar. He waves to them, beaming. He wears a superhero styled suit made of black fabric and a long black cape. He is, by all means, conventionally handsome, with blonde, neat hair cut short, tanned peachy skin, and a bright smile.
Home looks over and chuckles "Yeah, she is weird."
Stroth appears beside them both and it takes every ounce of willpower from Samaritan not to punch her but he rolls his shoulders and walks back to his restaurant. She rolls her eyes at him, flipping him off as he walks away before sitting down beside Rio.
“Good lord…” He mumbles, beginning to document this.
“I thought cats ate fish normally?”
Riotan moves as though to follow Samaritan, but stops and heads back. “Well, now that you’ve driven off my boyfriend, what can I do for 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.
“It’ll probably be the death of me.” He chuckles, joking.
*I think we could continue, just since the fights over doesn’t mean they need to stop interacting*
“Most likely.”
*Fair enough, if you want to continue, I’d be happy to. Let me just.*
She pulls her halberd to her, beginning to sharpen and clean it “Who… are you?”
He smiles, knowing it’s definitely true “Has the cult grown any?”
“I’m Malafasa… you…?”
“No, not really. But I have several ongoing plans to expand my current goals…”
She sighs, “Heriot… nice to… meet you…”
“And what would those current goals be? I don’t know much, but I’d be happy to assist.”
After a while, Malafasa sits up and slightly scoots away from Heriot, realizing that she was a bit too close.
“Well, are you good at digging or needlework?”
They notice, but shake their head “Don’t think… I don’t like you… you seem fine.” They say, the blood loss starting to get to them.
“Good at digging? No, but I don’t stop until I collapse.”
“Hold on…” She grabs a stick from the forest floor and tears the shoulder strap off of her peplos, fashioning a tourniquet with it. She secures the makeshift device over Heriot’s wounded limbs. Medicine: 16
“Hmm. That’s not necessary. Can you proselytize/deal drugs?”
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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.
*Bah, y'know what, here he is despite the fact I haven't written up a stat block yet.*
Thirteen can feel the air somehow getting heavier around the tavern ground and it seems to be moving almost.
Home is playing with the kitten, feeding it bits of fish.
Samaritan, although against the abyssal work, supports his partner.
*I was wondering if Rio could interact with Stroth and do the ritual to bring back her fetus*
Thirteen sighs and takes his journal and sword, going outside.
Loriche eventually awakens and looks down, smiling. “Aww…”
Riotan is trying to summon a manes soul to stuff into his new vrock body. It’s not working that well.
*Sure!*
Outside, in town, there is a man. He seems to be surrounded by cheering folk as he holds a man by the collar. He waves to them, beaming. He wears a superhero styled suit made of black fabric and a long black cape. He is, by all means, conventionally handsome, with blonde, neat hair cut short, tanned peachy skin, and a bright smile.
Home looks over and chuckles "Yeah, she is weird."
Stroth appears beside them both and it takes every ounce of willpower from Samaritan not to punch her but he rolls his shoulders and walks back to his restaurant. She rolls her eyes at him, flipping him off as he walks away before sitting down beside Rio.
“Good lord…” He mumbles, beginning to document this.
“I thought cats ate fish normally?”
Riotan moves as though to follow Samaritan, but stops and heads back. “Well, now that you’ve driven off my boyfriend, what can I do for you?”
He begins to take photos with people, giving autographs, and talking with folk, encouraging them that they are true heroes.
"Not really. People usually give them like canned food and stuff."
"Sorry, me and him hate each other." She sighs "how're you?"
“It’ll probably be the death of me.” He chuckles, joking.
*I think we could continue, just since the fights over doesn’t mean they need to stop interacting*
“Most likely.”
*Fair enough, if you want to continue, I’d be happy to. Let me just.*
She pulls her halberd to her, beginning to sharpen and clean it “Who… are you?”
He smiles, knowing it’s definitely true “Has the cult grown any?”
“I’m Malafasa… you…?”
“No, not really. But I have several ongoing plans to expand my current goals…”
She sighs, “Heriot… nice to… meet you…”
“And what would those current goals be? I don’t know much, but I’d be happy to assist.”
After a while, Malafasa sits up and slightly scoots away from Heriot, realizing that she was a bit too close.
“Well, are you good at digging or needlework?”
They notice, but shake their head “Don’t think… I don’t like you… you seem fine.” They say, the blood loss starting to get to them.
“Good at digging? No, but I don’t stop until I collapse.”
“Hold on…” She grabs a stick from the forest floor and tears the shoulder strap off of her peplos, fashioning a tourniquet with it. She secures the makeshift device over Heriot’s wounded limbs. Medicine: 12
“Hmm. That’s not necessary. Can you proselytize/deal drugs?”
It’s enough to keep her from bleeding up, but it doesn’t need to be anything special. She seems thankful for that “Hmm, I didn’t need this… but thank you either way. I’ll… I’m just gonna rest here. Thank you.”
He gives them a flat look “Do I seem like the type to deal drugs?”
*Bah, y'know what, here he is despite the fact I haven't written up a stat block yet.*
Thirteen can feel the air somehow getting heavier around the tavern ground and it seems to be moving almost.
Home is playing with the kitten, feeding it bits of fish.
Samaritan, although against the abyssal work, supports his partner.
*I was wondering if Rio could interact with Stroth and do the ritual to bring back her fetus*
Thirteen sighs and takes his journal and sword, going outside.
Loriche eventually awakens and looks down, smiling. “Aww…”
Riotan is trying to summon a manes soul to stuff into his new vrock body. It’s not working that well.
*Sure!*
Outside, in town, there is a man. He seems to be surrounded by cheering folk as he holds a man by the collar. He waves to them, beaming. He wears a superhero styled suit made of black fabric and a long black cape. He is, by all means, conventionally handsome, with blonde, neat hair cut short, tanned peachy skin, and a bright smile.
Home looks over and chuckles "Yeah, she is weird."
Stroth appears beside them both and it takes every ounce of willpower from Samaritan not to punch her but he rolls his shoulders and walks back to his restaurant. She rolls her eyes at him, flipping him off as he walks away before sitting down beside Rio.
“Good lord…” He mumbles, beginning to document this.
“I thought cats ate fish normally?”
Riotan moves as though to follow Samaritan, but stops and heads back. “Well, now that you’ve driven off my boyfriend, what can I do for you?”
He begins to take photos with people, giving autographs, and talking with folk, encouraging them that they are true heroes.
"Not really. People usually give them like canned food and stuff."
"Sorry, me and him hate each other." She sighs "how're you?"
Thirteen approaches closer, trying to discern the nature of him.
“But this is the wilderness! She deserves natural meat to grow up strong.”
“I know. And I’m just fine. So have you thought about my offer one way or the other?”
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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.
“It’ll probably be the death of me.” He chuckles, joking.
*I think we could continue, just since the fights over doesn’t mean they need to stop interacting*
“Most likely.”
*Fair enough, if you want to continue, I’d be happy to. Let me just.*
She pulls her halberd to her, beginning to sharpen and clean it “Who… are you?”
He smiles, knowing it’s definitely true “Has the cult grown any?”
“I’m Malafasa… you…?”
“No, not really. But I have several ongoing plans to expand my current goals…”
She sighs, “Heriot… nice to… meet you…”
“And what would those current goals be? I don’t know much, but I’d be happy to assist.”
After a while, Malafasa sits up and slightly scoots away from Heriot, realizing that she was a bit too close.
“Well, are you good at digging or needlework?”
They notice, but shake their head “Don’t think… I don’t like you… you seem fine.” They say, the blood loss starting to get to them.
“Good at digging? No, but I don’t stop until I collapse.”
“Hold on…” She grabs a stick from the forest floor and tears the shoulder strap off of her peplos, fashioning a tourniquet with it. She secures the makeshift device over Heriot’s wounded limbs. Medicine: 12
“Hmm. That’s not necessary. Can you proselytize/deal drugs?”
It’s enough to keep her from bleeding up, but it doesn’t need to be anything special. She seems thankful for that “Hmm, I didn’t need this… but thank you either way. I’ll… I’m just gonna rest here. Thank you.”
He gives them a flat look “Do I seem like the type to deal drugs?”
“Well I’m making sure you don’t die in your sleep, got it?” She perches over Heriot, her wide eyes staring down at her.
“Anyone can deal drugs if they try hard enough! Ah, never mind. I’ll think of something.”
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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.
*Bah, y'know what, here he is despite the fact I haven't written up a stat block yet.*
Thirteen can feel the air somehow getting heavier around the tavern ground and it seems to be moving almost.
Home is playing with the kitten, feeding it bits of fish.
Samaritan, although against the abyssal work, supports his partner.
*I was wondering if Rio could interact with Stroth and do the ritual to bring back her fetus*
Thirteen sighs and takes his journal and sword, going outside.
Loriche eventually awakens and looks down, smiling. “Aww…”
Riotan is trying to summon a manes soul to stuff into his new vrock body. It’s not working that well.
*Sure!*
Outside, in town, there is a man. He seems to be surrounded by cheering folk as he holds a man by the collar. He waves to them, beaming. He wears a superhero styled suit made of black fabric and a long black cape. He is, by all means, conventionally handsome, with blonde, neat hair cut short, tanned peachy skin, and a bright smile.
Home looks over and chuckles "Yeah, she is weird."
Stroth appears beside them both and it takes every ounce of willpower from Samaritan not to punch her but he rolls his shoulders and walks back to his restaurant. She rolls her eyes at him, flipping him off as he walks away before sitting down beside Rio.
“Good lord…” He mumbles, beginning to document this.
“I thought cats ate fish normally?”
Riotan moves as though to follow Samaritan, but stops and heads back. “Well, now that you’ve driven off my boyfriend, what can I do for you?”
He begins to take photos with people, giving autographs, and talking with folk, encouraging them that they are true heroes.
"Not really. People usually give them like canned food and stuff."
"Sorry, me and him hate each other." She sighs "how're you?"
Thirteen approaches closer, trying to discern the nature of him.
“But this is the wilderness! She deserves natural meat to grow up strong.”
“I know. And I’m just fine. So have you thought about my offer one way or the other?”
As he gets closer, the man suddenly whips around and faces him. "Hello there concerned citizens. How're you?"
"Agreed, which is why.-" he holds up the fish he caught.
They notice, but shake their head “Don’t think… I don’t like you… you seem fine.” They say, the blood loss starting to get to them.
“Good at digging? No, but I don’t stop until I collapse.”
He hugs them, rubbing their back “I’ll try to keep them from you.” He says comfortingly “I’m here for you, always.”
After a while, he’s done everything he knows how to do, and only continues to help under Stroth’s instruction.
She hugs him back "I'm sorry..."
After a bit, they have a stack of pancakes, a good bit of bacon, a fruit cocktail almost, and eggs all ready.
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
*Cut for Wendi.*
Tengen pulls away from the embrace for a moment, his face stony “Stop apologizing, okay?”
He puts his hands on his hips, looking to all of it with a smile “Nice job makin’ all o’ this, I’m happy I could help.”
“Good lord…” He mumbles, beginning to document this.
“I thought cats ate fish normally?”
Riotan moves as though to follow Samaritan, but stops and heads back. “Well, now that you’ve driven off my boyfriend, what can I do for 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.
*I am back from ramen land*
*I ate too much. I couldn't finish my tempura twinkies.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I know.. maybe I should go back to the Black Crown.. the world out here is bad.."
"Glad you could help as well." She beams and dust off her hands
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
“Hold on…” She grabs a stick from the forest floor and tears the shoulder strap off of her peplos, fashioning a tourniquet with it. She secures the makeshift device over Heriot’s wounded limbs. Medicine: 16
“Hmm. That’s not necessary. Can you proselytize/deal drugs?”
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 want tempura Twinkies now.*
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 will be filled with nothing but
terrortempura twinkies*Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He begins to take photos with people, giving autographs, and talking with folk, encouraging them that they are true heroes.
"Not really. People usually give them like canned food and stuff."
"Sorry, me and him hate each other." She sighs "how're you?"
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 would miss you if you did… but if you think it’s for the best, I’ll manage some way or another out here.”
He takes off the apron, smiling back at them, giving them a quick kiss.
*NOW I WANT TERROR TWINKIES*
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
It’s enough to keep her from bleeding up, but it doesn’t need to be anything special. She seems thankful for that “Hmm, I didn’t need this… but thank you either way. I’ll… I’m just gonna rest here. Thank you.”
He gives them a flat look “Do I seem like the type to deal drugs?”
She nods and hugs him tighter.
She gives him a kiss back and goes to find Rag.
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
Thirteen approaches closer, trying to discern the nature of him.
“But this is the wilderness! She deserves natural meat to grow up strong.”
“I know. And I’m just fine. So have you thought about my offer one way or the other?”
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 hugs them back “You’re the only one… the only one I like… I’m sorry I can’t protect you.”
Rag is in the forest, meditating. The ground around him isn’t magma, but that’s purely because it’s volcanic rock.
“Well I’m making sure you don’t die in your sleep, got it?” She perches over Heriot, her wide eyes staring down at her.
“Anyone can deal drugs if they try hard enough! Ah, never mind. I’ll think of something.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
As he gets closer, the man suddenly whips around and faces him. "Hello there concerned citizens. How're you?"
"Agreed, which is why.-" he holds up the fish he caught.
"I did and I say let's do this." She smiles.
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
"It's fine.. I wasn't built for happiness.." she said, they both know this is a truth unfortunately.
Stroth grins and waves "Rag!!'
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