Lost, alone... That's how this man feels. He wears a short golden crown, clothes fit for nobility, and a white cloak draped over his back emblazoned with his family crest. A blue dragon on a hill. His fur is a soft white with golden brown accents, his eyes blue and piercing. A member of the Laika wolfkind, strayed far from his home. He sighs softly, weary as he leans against a tree.
Yod is out in the woods as well, looking for someone. Evidently, it’s not you, because he pays no real notice to you.
"H-hey!" The man calls out indignantly, crossing his arms as his ears pin to his head. "You're really going to ignore me?.." he begins to pout.
*can I also go with Mac and the woman from the rp with Mauric?*
Yod turns. “Oh, no, sorry, I just didn’t notice you. What is it.”
Mac is... recovering. He hasn't eaten in a while, and he certainly hasn't gotten out of his booth.
The woman found by Mauric is sat at the bar, eating toast. She has no appetite.
"I... I want my dad..." he says, sniffling.
Riotan has been trying to keep watch over him as best as possible.
Mauric comes over to check on her.
Yod sighs a bit and nods. “And who’s he.”
Anytime Rio comes near, Mac just leans on them. Right now, he's staring off, frowning.
"H-hello."
"My father is the king of Lindenwald..." he frowns, whining a bit. "I was separated from him during a siege, and I have been lost ever since."
“Hey Mac.” Riotan looks down at him. “I have an offer for you.”
“Hi… I just wanted to check up on you. Make sure you were okay. Is there anything I can do for you?”
Yod thinks for a bit. “Don’t know where that is. So you need taken back to your pa?”
"What is it?" he asks, looking up leeringly.
"No, i'm okay... just getting better, slowly..."
That was my original plan... I just, I dunno what to do anymore..." he whines again, looking at the ground and brooding, thinking.
“I can grant you the ability to utilize warlock magic. But in return, you have to promise me that you’ll try and use it to live a happy and self-constructive life.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
Yod moves over to you. “Then… what are you going to do.”
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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.
"H-hello, your radiance." he says, bowing politely. "The pleasure is mine."
"H-hey... Uhm, who's in there?" he asks, peering into their eyes.
He whines, ears flattening. She cant see it for his hair, but he gives her the puppy eyes. "But the pain tastes pointy..."
He cackles at the title, booming sound coming from him before he says "I''m not a god, don't treat me like one. I'm just a man, same as any."
Claws grow from their fingers, poking softly into his hand as they give a predatory smile "The fun one."
She rolls her eyes "You know that wont work on me, though it's good to know you enjoy pain~" She shakes her head "If you do that, I get to have my darts."
"My apologies, it is a habit drilled into me by my family. I am used to being regal, and formal. I am Cevin, and you are?" He asks, smiling.
"O-oh, it's you..." he chuckles weakly, frowning. He scoots away a bit.
"Not the darts..." he says, whining and relinquishing the pineapple.
"Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag." He holds out a hand to them, smiling softly "Are you a prince or something?"
She leans back in the chair, sighing and rolling her eyes "I'm not going to bite a chunk out of you. Don't run."
She gets up, putting the pineapple away "I'm going to make you something, what do you want to eat my beloved?"
"Infact, I truly am." he flushes a bit. "Though I've got an unflattering title. It's nice to meet you, rag. I am Cevin, t-the Puppy Prince..." he says, grumbling out the last three words.
"S-sorry..." he shifts in his seat.
"I don't know... surprise me~"
He stops himself from laughing, and obviously struggle before putting a massive hand on their shoulder “It sounds like you don’t like that title. I’ll stick to Cevin.”
She rolls her eyes again, taking their hands “Look into my eyes. I. Don’t. Want. To. Hurt. You.”
She begins to cook themselves something, from what it smells, it’s very special. After a while, she puts down a plate, cookies and fruit on the side, with a healthy salad “You’ll be surprised~”
He chews on their words, frowning a bit. "I will admit, thats not the offer i wanted... but, I'm tired of destroying my life and invading on others. Consider it done."
"Did you f-find Him?" she asks nervously.
He shakes his had. "I don't know, perhaps I'll stay in this town for a while."
“Sweet. Hold still.” Rio turns to him and suddenly plunges his fangs into your forehead. However, they sink through you like water and don’t hurt you at all. It’s just an odd sensation.
“No. I’m no detective. But I think there actually is some investigator guy who came to town recently.”
“Okay.” Yod shrugs. “So, uh… who are you anyhow?”
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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.
"H-hello, your radiance." he says, bowing politely. "The pleasure is mine."
"H-hey... Uhm, who's in there?" he asks, peering into their eyes.
He whines, ears flattening. She cant see it for his hair, but he gives her the puppy eyes. "But the pain tastes pointy..."
He cackles at the title, booming sound coming from him before he says "I''m not a god, don't treat me like one. I'm just a man, same as any."
Claws grow from their fingers, poking softly into his hand as they give a predatory smile "The fun one."
She rolls her eyes "You know that wont work on me, though it's good to know you enjoy pain~" She shakes her head "If you do that, I get to have my darts."
"My apologies, it is a habit drilled into me by my family. I am used to being regal, and formal. I am Cevin, and you are?" He asks, smiling.
"O-oh, it's you..." he chuckles weakly, frowning. He scoots away a bit.
"Not the darts..." he says, whining and relinquishing the pineapple.
"Ragnerious, but most just call me Rag." He holds out a hand to them, smiling softly "Are you a prince or something?"
She leans back in the chair, sighing and rolling her eyes "I'm not going to bite a chunk out of you. Don't run."
She gets up, putting the pineapple away "I'm going to make you something, what do you want to eat my beloved?"
"Infact, I truly am." he flushes a bit. "Though I've got an unflattering title. It's nice to meet you, rag. I am Cevin, t-the Puppy Prince..." he says, grumbling out the last three words.
"S-sorry..." he shifts in his seat.
"I don't know... surprise me~"
He stops himself from laughing, and obviously struggle before putting a massive hand on their shoulder “It sounds like you don’t like that title. I’ll stick to Cevin.”
She rolls her eyes again, taking their hands “Look into my eyes. I. Don’t. Want. To. Hurt. You.”
She begins to cook themselves something, from what it smells, it’s very special. After a while, she puts down a plate, cookies and fruit on the side, with a healthy salad “You’ll be surprised~”
Aspen is outside, having a bottle of whiskey while curled up in a blanket before a pit fire. The demigod of sexuality staring at the flames as he hums to himself.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, nearly breaking the fabric. He looks pissed and is smoking slightly, wisps of it coming off his skin.
James is inside his detective agency, looking over case files. Recently, a ton of folks have been coming by so now there is more than enough for him and his men.
*Consider it done.*
Heriot has healed from her battle injuries and is better from it, currently doing some strength training to keep herself in shape.
Tengen is meditating in the forest, a moat of blue hellfire surrounding him as he takes long deep breath, his eyes closed.
*When you have a gay botanist boi who is dying of pneumonia.*
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 can grant you the ability to utilize warlock magic. But in return, you have to promise me that you’ll try and use it to live a happy and self-constructive life.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
Yod moves over to you. “Then… what are you going to do.”
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 stops himself from laughing, and obviously struggle before putting a massive hand on their shoulder “It sounds like you don’t like that title. I’ll stick to Cevin.”
She rolls her eyes again, taking their hands “Look into my eyes. I. Don’t. Want. To. Hurt. You.”
She begins to cook themselves something, from what it smells, it’s very special. After a while, she puts down a plate, cookies and fruit on the side, with a healthy salad “You’ll be surprised~”
*Lol no actually. Been making a boi who is friends with the character Baalz is making.*
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
*real*
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 be coughing up blood straight up no cap all the moments.*
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
Malafasa lands behind her softly.
Loriche walks through the flames absentmindedly, looking around.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They look up at them, getting out of push up position “Oh, you’re back.” She smiles a bit.
Tengen opens an eye, before tapping them softly, considering how close they are “Hello?”
“Sweet. Hold still.” Rio turns to him and suddenly plunges his fangs into your forehead. However, they sink through you like water and don’t hurt you at all. It’s just an odd sensation.
“No. I’m no detective. But I think there actually is some investigator guy who came to town recently.”
“Okay.” Yod shrugs. “So, uh… who are you anyhow?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*verily verily*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mala smiles a tiny bit too. “Yep.”
“Hiya.” She says nonchalantly, waving.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Come to see how I was recovering? I’m fine.” She puts her halberd over her shoulder.
He sighs, taking a step back, the flames following him “Tengen, nice to meet you.”
*Bleh, here is characters.*
Aspen is outside, having a bottle of whiskey while curled up in a blanket before a pit fire. The demigod of sexuality staring at the flames as he hums to himself.
Samaritan is punching a punching bag, nearly breaking the fabric. He looks pissed and is smoking slightly, wisps of it coming off his skin.
James is inside his detective agency, looking over case files. Recently, a ton of folks have been coming by so now there is more than enough for him and his men.
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 Salem.*
He chuckles, shaking his head, “I know a bit about embarrassing titles, if you can believe it.” He smiles at them.
She gives them a kiss on the cheek, their fangs almost leaving a cut there “Okay… good.” She rubs the sides of their face.
It bite is crisp and moist, everything good in a salad, as Marie watches with a sly look in her eyes, sitting across from them.