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
John Dungeon is practicing with his holy flaming sword, his body strong as he keeps himself strong. His eyes are closed as he swings with practiced strikes, working as best he can.
John Dungeon is practicing with his holy flaming sword, his body strong as he keeps himself strong. His eyes are closed as he swings with practiced strikes, working as best he can.
A newcomer with pink and blue dyed hair, yellow eyes that shine a bright blue, a black leather chocker, a torn leather jacket, shining gauntlets, and a strange magic metal object pulsating with a blue gem glowing in it on her head. The object apears to be a part of her head. She at him swinging the sword, leaning on a tree
John Dungeon is practicing with his holy flaming sword, his body strong as he keeps himself strong. His eyes are closed as he swings with practiced strikes, working as best he can.
A newcomer with pink and blue dyed hair, yellow eyes that shine a bright blue, a black leather chocker, a torn leather jacket, shining gauntlets, and a strange magic metal object pulsating with a blue gem glowing in it on her head. The object apears to be a part of her head. She at him swinging the sword, leaning on a tree
He doesn’t notice the new arrival, lost in the workout, sweating a little bit as he cleaves through the air, leaving flames licking behind as they come off of the blade.
John Dungeon is practicing with his holy flaming sword, his body strong as he keeps himself strong. His eyes are closed as he swings with practiced strikes, working as best he can.
A newcomer with pink and blue dyed hair, yellow eyes that shine a bright blue, a black leather chocker, a torn leather jacket, shining gauntlets, and a strange magic metal object pulsating with a blue gem glowing in it on her head. The object apears to be a part of her head. She at him swinging the sword, leaning on a tree
He doesn’t notice the new arrival, lost in the workout, sweating a little bit as he cleaves through the air, leaving flames licking behind as they come off of the blade.
John Dungeon is practicing with his holy flaming sword, his body strong as he keeps himself strong. His eyes are closed as he swings with practiced strikes, working as best he can.
A newcomer with pink and blue dyed hair, yellow eyes that shine a bright blue, a black leather chocker, a torn leather jacket, shining gauntlets, and a strange magic metal object pulsating with a blue gem glowing in it on her head. The object apears to be a part of her head. She at him swinging the sword, leaning on a tree
He doesn’t notice the new arrival, lost in the workout, sweating a little bit as he cleaves through the air, leaving flames licking behind as they come off of the blade.
She still stares "Good job"
He opens his eyes, muscles bulging, sweat trickling down him “Oh, I didn’t know someone was watching.” He sticks his blade into the ground.
John Dungeon is practicing with his holy flaming sword, his body strong as he keeps himself strong. His eyes are closed as he swings with practiced strikes, working as best he can.
A newcomer with pink and blue dyed hair, yellow eyes that shine a bright blue, a black leather chocker, a torn leather jacket, shining gauntlets, and a strange magic metal object pulsating with a blue gem glowing in it on her head. The object apears to be a part of her head. She at him swinging the sword, leaning on a tree
He doesn’t notice the new arrival, lost in the workout, sweating a little bit as he cleaves through the air, leaving flames licking behind as they come off of the blade.
She still stares "Good job"
He opens his eyes, muscles bulging, sweat trickling down him “Oh, I didn’t know someone was watching.” He sticks his blade into the ground.
“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~”
They tilt their head, sitting up. "If you want.. I don't wanna impose."
She takes it, inspecting it and smiling. "It's beautiful, like you."
He whines, shaking his head. "I already checked..."
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~”
They sigh contently, enjoying his warmth. "Soo... niice..."
"I see it now. The one I clearly won?~" she chuckles
He flushes, rubbing the back of his head.
He makes sure to make it comforting and not burning, before eventually putting them down, “Happy you enjoy it.”
She rolls her eyes “Mine was bigger and you know I deserved that win.” She gives them a playful punch and a kiss.
She takes their hand, leading them back inside “It least you’re the same inside, my wonderful little Jax.”
They stretch and yawn, scratching behind their ear. "You're... so warm..."
"You conceded." she says, nipping their nose and kissing back.
"Can't kill the twink inside a man." he chuckles, laying down on the couch.
He rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck “Comes with the genetics I suppose. If you ever want a hug, I’d be happy to give.”
She sits down next to the fire, lighting it up and looking at it with a smile.
She lays down on top of them, looking deeply into their eyes for a moment, “Good, you better keep that promise. We are having a family together, and that’s final.”
John Dungeon is practicing with his holy flaming sword, his body strong as he keeps himself strong. His eyes are closed as he swings with practiced strikes, working as best he can.
A newcomer with pink and blue dyed hair, yellow eyes that shine a bright blue, a black leather chocker, a torn leather jacket, shining gauntlets, and a strange magic metal object pulsating with a blue gem glowing in it on her head. The object apears to be a part of her head. She at him swinging the sword, leaning on a tree
He doesn’t notice the new arrival, lost in the workout, sweating a little bit as he cleaves through the air, leaving flames licking behind as they come off of the blade.
She still stares "Good job"
He opens his eyes, muscles bulging, sweat trickling down him “Oh, I didn’t know someone was watching.” He sticks his blade into the ground.
She than returns to being silent and staring
He walks over to them, looking at them closely, “Do you want something? Or are you just watching me?” He asks, more curious than anything.
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*Unfortunately, I do not have any preference either way.,
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
* Maybe Ashi, maybe Stroth, or just someone you feel like playing.*
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
*Do you have any arena fighter people?*
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.
Ashi is humming while counting cards for a game of solitaire, sitting at the bar.
Stroth is outside, drawing wards on trees.
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 do… what level of strength do you want?*
Milo walks over and sits down, his hands are bandaged up, thick spots of blood where his knuckles are.
Merabelle blitzes him in a hug before they get the time to react “STROTH!”
*Reasonably strong. Decently low level (like maybe lvl 8 or smth)*
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.
*I do have someone for that, level 6*
John Dungeon is practicing with his holy flaming sword, his body strong as he keeps himself strong. His eyes are closed as he swings with practiced strikes, working as best he can.
A newcomer with pink and blue dyed hair, yellow eyes that shine a bright blue, a black leather chocker, a torn leather jacket, shining gauntlets, and a strange magic metal object pulsating with a blue gem glowing in it on her head. The object apears to be a part of her head. She at him swinging the sword, leaning on a tree
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.
He doesn’t notice the new arrival, lost in the workout, sweating a little bit as he cleaves through the air, leaving flames licking behind as they come off of the blade.
She still stares "Good job"
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.
He makes sure to make it comforting and not burning, before eventually putting them down, “Happy you enjoy it.”
She rolls her eyes “Mine was bigger and you know I deserved that win.” She gives them a playful punch and a kiss.
She takes their hand, leading them back inside “It least you’re the same inside, my wonderful little Jax.”
He opens his eyes, muscles bulging, sweat trickling down him “Oh, I didn’t know someone was watching.” He sticks his blade into the ground.
She than returns to being silent and staring
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.
He rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck “Comes with the genetics I suppose. If you ever want a hug, I’d be happy to give.”
She sits down next to the fire, lighting it up and looking at it with a smile.
She lays down on top of them, looking deeply into their eyes for a moment, “Good, you better keep that promise. We are having a family together, and that’s final.”
He walks over to them, looking at them closely, “Do you want something? Or are you just watching me?” He asks, more curious than anything.