*Hmm... let's go with... Merabelle and Henry, please!*
Henry is back to working out, but in a different location. Of course, he's still doing an all body work out, shirtless, sweating hard and talking to himself as he does it.
Merabelle is sealing the Seer again, pouring everything she has into sealing them away, and calling Omori to assist through the druidic wavelength.
KK is also there, painting another landscape out of blood.
The Seer is, of course, desperately trying to tear itself from the earth and being continually denied. After a minute, Omori arrives, immediately trying to channel all her magic into helping seal the Elder Evil away.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
KK is also there, painting another landscape out of blood.
The Seer is, of course, desperately trying to tear itself from the earth and being continually denied. After a minute, Omori arrives, immediately trying to channel all her magic into helping seal the Elder Evil away.
He works out silently, kind of a different person when he is working out, having a soul focus, close to the same person he is when he's hunting, his muscles lean. Occasionally he looks over to her, and his face softens.
She sees that Merabelle seems more tired from everything she has been dealing with today, so unfortunately, Omori has to compensate.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
KK is also there, painting another landscape out of blood.
The Seer is, of course, desperately trying to tear itself from the earth and being continually denied. After a minute, Omori arrives, immediately trying to channel all her magic into helping seal the Elder Evil away.
He works out silently, kind of a different person when he is working out, having a soul focus, close to the same person he is when he's hunting, his muscles lean. Occasionally he looks over to her, and his face softens.
She sees that Merabelle seems more tired from everything she has been dealing with today, so unfortunately, Omori has to compensate.
Occasionally, she looks back over at him, a small smile on her face, before turning back to her project. She also seems very focused on what she's doing, quietly adding more shades of red to the painting.
Omori spends every single one of her few spell slots to help seal it away again. The Seer looks back at Omori, and lashes out towards her with a grasping shadowy arm, clinging onto her shoulder and trying to pull her closer. The frightened little druid struggles against it, trying to tear herself free from its grasp but failing.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
KK is also there, painting another landscape out of blood.
The Seer is, of course, desperately trying to tear itself from the earth and being continually denied. After a minute, Omori arrives, immediately trying to channel all her magic into helping seal the Elder Evil away.
He works out silently, kind of a different person when he is working out, having a soul focus, close to the same person he is when he's hunting, his muscles lean. Occasionally he looks over to her, and his face softens.
She sees that Merabelle seems more tired from everything she has been dealing with today, so unfortunately, Omori has to compensate.
Occasionally, she looks back over at him, a small smile on her face, before turning back to her project. She also seems very focused on what she's doing, quietly adding more shades of red to the painting.
Omori spends every single one of her few spell slots to help seal it away again. The Seer looks back at Omori, and lashes out towards her with a grasping shadowy arm, clinging onto her shoulder and trying to pull her closer. The frightened little druid struggles against it, trying to tear herself free from its grasp but failing.
Eventually he finishes up his workout, toweling off starting with the sweat on his head as he stands beside her "You look beautiful my love, and the painting holds the slightest fraction of that beauty."
Merabelle helps them, breaking a little bit of her focus to hold out an arm hand help them. She uses some spell components to compensate for the lack of focus with more power, looking at them, radiant power filling her.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
KK is also there, painting another landscape out of blood.
The Seer is, of course, desperately trying to tear itself from the earth and being continually denied. After a minute, Omori arrives, immediately trying to channel all her magic into helping seal the Elder Evil away.
He works out silently, kind of a different person when he is working out, having a soul focus, close to the same person he is when he's hunting, his muscles lean. Occasionally he looks over to her, and his face softens.
She sees that Merabelle seems more tired from everything she has been dealing with today, so unfortunately, Omori has to compensate.
Occasionally, she looks back over at him, a small smile on her face, before turning back to her project. She also seems very focused on what she's doing, quietly adding more shades of red to the painting.
Omori spends every single one of her few spell slots to help seal it away again. The Seer looks back at Omori, and lashes out towards her with a grasping shadowy arm, clinging onto her shoulder and trying to pull her closer. The frightened little druid struggles against it, trying to tear herself free from its grasp but failing.
Eventually he finishes up his workout, toweling off starting with the sweat on his head as he stands beside her "You look beautiful my love, and the painting holds the slightest fraction of that beauty."
Merabelle helps them, breaking a little bit of her focus to hold out an arm hand help them. She uses some spell components to compensate for the lack of focus with more power, looking at them, radiant power filling her.
Around the same time, she finishes her painting, taking a step back from the canvas and standing beside him. "Thanks. I'm trying a new technique I thought of." She explains, gesturing to the gory canvas with one hand. "I wonder if the Old Blood would work any better as paint."
With her mother's help, she conjures a powerful Starry Wisp, it striking and dissolving the hand that was grabbing onto her. The Seer shrieks in pain and rage as they are sealed back under the soil once more... until tomorrow, at least. Omori weakly smiles a bit... and then falls over unconscious, all her energy spent.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Around the same time, she finishes her painting, taking a step back from the canvas and standing beside him. "Thanks. I'm trying a new technique I thought of." She explains, gesturing to the gory canvas with one hand. "I wonder if the Old Blood would work any better as paint."
With her mother's help, she conjures a powerful Starry Wisp, it striking and dissolving the hand that was grabbing onto her. The Seer shrieks in pain and rage as they are sealed back under the soil once more... until tomorrow, at least. Omori weakly smiles a bit... and then falls over unconscious, all her energy spent.
"I haven't tried, on also, did you ever get those proportions for your skull shape? I haven't found anything exact yet, but I think I've gotten close. Do you mind if I try to paint? I lack the same talent you obviously have, but I would simply like to try." He says, grabbing his shirt, putting it over his shoulder.
Merabelle picks them up, barely awake herself as she walks back to the cave with them. Tomorrow will be the day they go after the Seer, and at the least, they will seal them once again. She puts them down on their bed.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Around the same time, she finishes her painting, taking a step back from the canvas and standing beside him. "Thanks. I'm trying a new technique I thought of." She explains, gesturing to the gory canvas with one hand. "I wonder if the Old Blood would work any better as paint."
With her mother's help, she conjures a powerful Starry Wisp, it striking and dissolving the hand that was grabbing onto her. The Seer shrieks in pain and rage as they are sealed back under the soil once more... until tomorrow, at least. Omori weakly smiles a bit... and then falls over unconscious, all her energy spent.
"I haven't tried, oh also, did you ever get those proportions for your skull shape? I haven't found anything exact yet, but I think I've gotten close. Do you mind if I try to paint? I lack the same talent you obviously have, but I would simply like to try." He says, grabbing his shirt, putting it over his shoulder.
Merabelle picks them up, barely awake herself as she walks back to the cave with them. Tomorrow will be the day they go after the Seer, and at the least, they will seal them once again. She puts them down on their bed.
"Oh, I did! Saw them in some of the schematics from the design process last time I visited Stroth." She produces her notepad, tearing out a page and handing it to him, with measurements and a little reference drawing of KK's peculiar skull, with notes about the six eye sockets and pharyngeal jaws. "As for painting, I don't mind at all. By all means, go ahead." She says, swapping the painted canvas on the easel for a blank one that was sitting at its side.
After a while, Omori slowly wakes up, still barely awake, no longer in her Starry Form. "...That was the most magic I've ever spent at once." She says to no one in particular, a somber expression on her face.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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KK is also there, painting another landscape out of blood.
The Seer is, of course, desperately trying to tear itself from the earth and being continually denied. After a minute, Omori arrives, immediately trying to channel all her magic into helping seal the Elder Evil away.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Who is going to kill you? Can I help stop them?" He asks, looking around for the person.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He works out silently, kind of a different person when he is working out, having a soul focus, close to the same person he is when he's hunting, his muscles lean. Occasionally he looks over to her, and his face softens.
She sees that Merabelle seems more tired from everything she has been dealing with today, so unfortunately, Omori has to compensate.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Uh... They won't. At least today"
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Occasionally, she looks back over at him, a small smile on her face, before turning back to her project. She also seems very focused on what she's doing, quietly adding more shades of red to the painting.
Omori spends every single one of her few spell slots to help seal it away again. The Seer looks back at Omori, and lashes out towards her with a grasping shadowy arm, clinging onto her shoulder and trying to pull her closer. The frightened little druid struggles against it, trying to tear herself free from its grasp but failing.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(hi Yvonne)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Who is they? Ya need ta tell me these things if I'm gonna help."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Eventually he finishes up his workout, toweling off starting with the sweat on his head as he stands beside her "You look beautiful my love, and the painting holds the slightest fraction of that beauty."
Merabelle helps them, breaking a little bit of her focus to hold out an arm hand help them. She uses some spell components to compensate for the lack of focus with more power, looking at them, radiant power filling her.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She looks at him for a second "Ugh... my boss"
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
"Oh... do you want help?" He sits next to them, holding out a hand "I'm Milo by the way." (Pronounced Moylo.)
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Depends. Can you kill a vampire lord?" She seems to just look at the hand a bit
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Around the same time, she finishes her painting, taking a step back from the canvas and standing beside him. "Thanks. I'm trying a new technique I thought of." She explains, gesturing to the gory canvas with one hand. "I wonder if the Old Blood would work any better as paint."
With her mother's help, she conjures a powerful Starry Wisp, it striking and dissolving the hand that was grabbing onto her. The Seer shrieks in pain and rage as they are sealed back under the soil once more... until tomorrow, at least. Omori weakly smiles a bit... and then falls over unconscious, all her energy spent.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Yo Yvonne, wanna RP?*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
(you want to rp Yvonne?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"I can certainly give it a try if ya want ta try too." He says, pulling back the hand slowly "Not one for handshakes?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Not really." She a smirks "So, If ya wanna 'elp me, I ain't gonna deny"
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
"I haven't tried, on also, did you ever get those proportions for your skull shape? I haven't found anything exact yet, but I think I've gotten close. Do you mind if I try to paint? I lack the same talent you obviously have, but I would simply like to try." He says, grabbing his shirt, putting it over his shoulder.
Merabelle picks them up, barely awake herself as she walks back to the cave with them. Tomorrow will be the day they go after the Seer, and at the least, they will seal them once again. She puts them down on their bed.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I've stopped a vampire before, so doin' it again is probably the same. When do you want to?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*ugh GTG byeeeee :3*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
"Oh, I did! Saw them in some of the schematics from the design process last time I visited Stroth." She produces her notepad, tearing out a page and handing it to him, with measurements and a little reference drawing of KK's peculiar skull, with notes about the six eye sockets and pharyngeal jaws. "As for painting, I don't mind at all. By all means, go ahead." She says, swapping the painted canvas on the easel for a blank one that was sitting at its side.
After a while, Omori slowly wakes up, still barely awake, no longer in her Starry Form. "...That was the most magic I've ever spent at once." She says to no one in particular, a somber expression on her face.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)