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
“Spring? The best season, my favorite.” He says with another chuckle, “Sam the spring god, interesting you find me comforting.”
The voices stop, patiently waiting for himself to be revived, hoping it works.
He takes the umbrella, opening it and holding it “Thank you, my love. It’ll take a while for me to truly burn.”
"Not really. I'm a being of life. seedlings, usually, like to be heated up." they explain, laying back down.
X takes a swig of something, and dips the knife in it.
"Not taking the chance." he says, frowning. He lets the horses free, directing them back to the pen. The wagon disappears, like his cart does.
“Fair enough I suppose, though there are better ones for that, other dragons, hotter ones, likely stronger ones.” He says, putting his hands behind his head.
Damian seems to be silently judging from beyond the grave, before remembering he’s also an alcoholic. (Now is the time to try and bring him back)
He gives them a kiss in the forehead, smiling at them “And that’s another thing I love about you.”
He leads them to the Inn, taking a seat and ordering something to drink, encouraging them to get whatever they like.
*I may have to go soon, I apologize.*
The voice continues, more clear now that Mauric has noticed it “Only… sorta… dead…” It cuts in and out.
They land, sitting down and smiling at them softly, her mask down more often, “Hello.”
They get a cocktail of some sort "thank you"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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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.
*Im reading furry memes and if I see another protogen x my kitchen supplies I will implode. Also Gtgt*
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 assume you are divine, not many can get so close when I’m so… heated I suppose.” He smiles back at them.
The voice becomes more clear now that he’s compliant “Tell… Saphuno… Domino… love…” Cutting in and out.
He follows them, looking at the sun, chuckling at it before looking around.
“Think nothing of it.” He orders something heavier, looking to get drunk.
(you want to rp Salem)
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
*Cut for Salem.*
“Spring? The best season, my favorite.” He says with another chuckle, “Sam the spring god, interesting you find me comforting.”
The voices stop, patiently waiting for himself to be revived, hoping it works.
He takes the umbrella, opening it and holding it “Thank you, my love. It’ll take a while for me to truly burn.”
*Ah yes, war crimes simulator. Otherwise know as Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2.*
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 would have said Medal of Honor Vanguard for the PS2, but that’s true too.*
*I don't know. I think shooting a man across country borders on tape seems really bad.*
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
“Fair enough I suppose, though there are better ones for that, other dragons, hotter ones, likely stronger ones.” He says, putting his hands behind his head.
Damian seems to be silently judging from beyond the grave, before remembering he’s also an alcoholic. (Now is the time to try and bring him back)
He gives them a kiss in the forehead, smiling at them “And that’s another thing I love about you.”
*Fair enough, both games have their moments. Doing well dear Wendi? I worry about you deeply.*