*Hey I just watched yet another episode of Love Death and Robots, so now I'ma make a char who was originally a human, than smth smth, and is now a monster using some kind of technology (or probably just magic) to pilot their old corpse whist still being the monster :3*
*So I figured out what to do with them. Anyone wanna RP? >:3*
*my internet went out. I'm back, who wants to rp?*
*You get one choice.
Silly Scottish twink or Masked daddy dom.*
*with my mood, gimme the masked boi*
Azeral is back, and that's not a good omen.
He sits in the library, dressed head to toe in his holy, though far from it at the same time, outfit. Full black leather that resembles armor and coats every inch of him, a long black cloak around his shoulders and a hood over his head. His mask is the same as ever, a plain black obsidian skull. He spins one of his blades in his gloved hand, reading a book, while sitting on one of the chairs that looks like it may break from the sheer force of him. His wings are neatly folded behind him but the two sets are barely concealed.
Nearby, laying on his back, is a tall and stocky lion with excessive length hair. He wears shorts and a shirt, his hair flowing out like a carpet underneath him. He's reading, but.. the book is upside down.
Azeral narrows his eyes behind his mask. He stands up, placing his blade into the shadowy wisps that male up his cloak, and walks over. He takes the book and flips it back around for him. He nods and walks back into the main room.
"Oh my God, that's how it works?" he says, amazed.
He makes a sound and nods "Correct."
"What is... aaal-cho-holl?..." he says, putting a paw to his face.
"Alcohol. A substance brewed from hops, wheat, corn, bugs, guts, or anything that can really ferment in ways that produce a protein strand."
"does it taste good?" he says, looking up at them
"I canconsume alcohol but it's like every other liquid and food stuffs, it all tastes the same." He shrugs.
"Wow. Will you teach me other things? It's my first day as a humanoid." he says, eyes bright with excitement.
"First day as a Humanoid?" He repeats, eyes narrowed "Perhaps."
*my internet went out. I'm back, who wants to rp?*
*You get one choice.
Silly Scottish twink or Masked daddy dom.*
*with my mood, gimme the masked boi*
Azeral is back, and that's not a good omen.
He sits in the library, dressed head to toe in his holy, though far from it at the same time, outfit. Full black leather that resembles armor and coats every inch of him, a long black cloak around his shoulders and a hood over his head. His mask is the same as ever, a plain black obsidian skull. He spins one of his blades in his gloved hand, reading a book, while sitting on one of the chairs that looks like it may break from the sheer force of him. His wings are neatly folded behind him but the two sets are barely concealed.
Nearby, laying on his back, is a tall and stocky lion with excessive length hair. He wears shorts and a shirt, his hair flowing out like a carpet underneath him. He's reading, but.. the book is upside down.
Azeral narrows his eyes behind his mask. He stands up, placing his blade into the shadowy wisps that male up his cloak, and walks over. He takes the book and flips it back around for him. He nods and walks back into the main room.
"Oh my God, that's how it works?" he says, amazed.
He makes a sound and nods "Correct."
"What is... aaal-cho-holl?..." he says, putting a paw to his face.
"Alcohol. A substance brewed from hops, wheat, corn, bugs, guts, or anything that can really ferment in ways that produce a protein strand."
"does it taste good?" he says, looking up at them
"I canconsume alcohol but it's like every other liquid and food stuffs, it all tastes the same." He shrugs.
"Wow. Will you teach me other things? It's my first day as a humanoid." he says, eyes bright with excitement.
"First day as a Humanoid?" He repeats, eyes narrowed "Perhaps."
"I used to just be an animal, but now i'm.. this." he says, laughing.
"Reduced from an animal to a husk of flesh." He said, his tone harsh "Better as an animal than a thinking being, then you know the consequences of your existence." He chuckled "But no matter, what do you want to learn?"
*Hey I just watched yet another episode of Love Death and Robots, so now I'ma make a char who was originally a human, than smth smth, and is now a monster using some kind of technology (or probably just magic) to pilot their old corpse whist still being the monster :3*
*So I figured out what to do with them. Anyone wanna RP? >:3*
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Wanna rp my dear husband?*
*Man, I haven’t even gotten started about Benimaru and all the bs he can do with his fire.*
*So I figured out what to do with them. Anyone wanna RP? >:3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
"First day as a Humanoid?" He repeats, eyes narrowed "Perhaps."
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.*
“You know I could just, give you a hug or something for more concentrated heat, if you would like.” He says, walking over to them.
“Good, I made you a gift.” She takes out the necklace, made from string, deer teeth, and deer fur.
She kisses them back, before getting out of their arms, wrapping her arms around them, “You’re so big now… I wonder~”
"Reduced from an animal to a husk of flesh." He said, his tone harsh "Better as an animal than a thinking being, then you know the consequences of your existence." He chuckled "But no matter, what do you want to learn?"
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
*Please? It doesn't have to be this char*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
(you open wendo?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He picks them up without warning, hugging them tight, though making sure not to crush them.
She shakes her head, “It was to represent our first competition, our first date.”
She smiles at that, “I expect as much, not like you we’re disappointing me before~”
*Anybody else want to rp?*
"Candles. Often made from wax which can be made up of many things. They provide light in the dark, warmth in the cold."
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'm here, who do you want?*
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
*Yes pls >:3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
*Dont have a preference, how about you?*
*Who would you like?*