Ashi is outside, bandaging her wrists, palms, ankles, and feet. Before stand a wooden dummy with already marks on it from previous beatings. She slithers almost, delivering a flurry of blows to the wood. It doesn't seem to hurt her, the pure force of her hands and feet hitting it. She is dressed in a black sports bra and a pair of black shorts.
Ashi is outside, bandaging her wrists, palms, ankles, and feet. Before stand a wooden dummy with already marks on it from previous beatings. She slithers almost, delivering a flurry of blows to the wood. It doesn't seem to hurt her, the pure force of her hands and feet hitting it. She is dressed in a black sports bra and a pair of black shorts.
Malafasa watches, perched in the tree line.
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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.
*Hey everyone, for some strange reason, I am alive. Anybody wanna rp?*
*of course!*
*Do you want anyone my dear husband?*
*Sparrow and Sersha*
*Of course, here you go.*
Sparrow is taking a nap outside of his home in the rocking chair, snoring softly. He’s wearing more, homely clothes, trying to just live a peaceful life. He has Rosemary at his belt, but not loaded, from what can be seen.
Sersha is meditating, the sands swirling around her as if she could be creating some kind of sandstorm. Snakes circle her, looking at her with… something. Her attire is the same as before, her chocolate skin shining in the light of the sun.
Ashi is outside, bandaging her wrists, palms, ankles, and feet. Before stand a wooden dummy with already marks on it from previous beatings. She slithers almost, delivering a flurry of blows to the wood. It doesn't seem to hurt her, the pure force of her hands and feet hitting it. She is dressed in a black sports bra and a pair of black shorts.
Ashi is outside, bandaging her wrists, palms, ankles, and feet. Before stand a wooden dummy with already marks on it from previous beatings. She slithers almost, delivering a flurry of blows to the wood. It doesn't seem to hurt her, the pure force of her hands and feet hitting it. She is dressed in a black sports bra and a pair of black shorts.
Milo is walking through the forest, several holes in his right shoulder as he drags the corpse of what appears to be a aggressively mutated crocodile with multiple eyes and rows of teeth, when he seems them, smiles softly, and meekly waves.
*I love you all and I made a street food monster who is absolutely worthless as anything other than a meat shield.*
*His primary weapon is a knife. Six of them, but he can only hold one at a time due to holding the Icon Shield from Elden Ring in his other hand.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I love him*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Wrap him in foil and blow him up in the microwave. But like ...
Affectionately.*
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
*so uh anyone on and want to rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Gimme just a moment, little buddy*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Ashi is outside, bandaging her wrists, palms, ankles, and feet. Before stand a wooden dummy with already marks on it from previous beatings. She slithers almost, delivering a flurry of blows to the wood. It doesn't seem to hurt her, the pure force of her hands and feet hitting it. She is dressed in a black sports bra and a pair of black shorts.
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 watches, perched in the tree line.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey everyone, for some strange reason, I am alive. Anybody wanna rp?*
*of course!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Do you want anyone my dear husband?*
*I’m late, but did someone mention Akira? A masterpiece film.*
*Sparrow and Sersha*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Of course, here you go.*
Sparrow is taking a nap outside of his home in the rocking chair, snoring softly. He’s wearing more, homely clothes, trying to just live a peaceful life. He has Rosemary at his belt, but not loaded, from what can be seen.
Sersha is meditating, the sands swirling around her as if she could be creating some kind of sandstorm. Snakes circle her, looking at her with… something. Her attire is the same as before, her chocolate skin shining in the light of the sun.
*I love me some retro, Freudian body horror-themed anime*
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 just love Akira for being what began such great things, and the Akira slide is amazingly recognizable.*
Ashi turns to her, smiling "Hey there."
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
Milo is walking through the forest, several holes in his right shoulder as he drags the corpse of what appears to be a aggressively mutated crocodile with multiple eyes and rows of teeth, when he seems them, smiles softly, and meekly waves.
*yo anyone wanna RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.