Azeral is sitting outside, a campfire burning before him. The wood of the fire isn't wood at all, more so the body of a charred woman. The body of a very old man sits on one of the logs across from Azeral, it's eyes ripped out and pinned to the wood by a giant metal rod going straight through him. Azeral is cooking what appears to be the man's eyes on a stone, grumbling about how people have to make it so difficult to get a meal.
Bishop is in the streets, at a little makeshift altar, praising the word of Carrion. People give him a wide berth, nervous around his insane rambling about the Flesh God
Samaritan is beating the crud out of a punching bag, nearly ripping it to shreds. He, for once, is dressed in regular clothing. A simple tank-top, a black zip-up hoodie, and black sweats.
*Hi wendi ^^*
The priest opening the boarded up church (lemme know if you missed that intro) looks at the altar curiously as he sweeps the front step
Theres a whistle from behind Samaritan, "Wow, got some frustrations huh?"
*Me beloved!*
Bishop tilts their veiled head, the Black veil covering pretty much their entire body. "How can I help ye?"
Azeral is sitting outside, a campfire burning before him. The wood of the fire isn't wood at all, more so the body of a charred woman. The body of a very old man sits on one of the logs across from Azeral, it's eyes ripped out and pinned to the wood by a giant metal rod going straight through him. Azeral is cooking what appears to be the man's eyes on a stone, grumbling about how people have to make it so difficult to get a meal.
Bishop is in the streets, at a little makeshift altar, praising the word of Carrion. People give him a wide berth, nervous around his insane rambling about the Flesh God
Samaritan is beating the crud out of a punching bag, nearly ripping it to shreds. He, for once, is dressed in regular clothing. A simple tank-top, a black zip-up hoodie, and black sweats.
*Hi wendi ^^*
The priest opening the boarded up church (lemme know if you missed that intro) looks at the altar curiously as he sweeps the front step
Theres a whistle from behind Samaritan, "Wow, got some frustrations huh?"
*Me beloved!*
Bishop tilts their veiled head, the Black veil covering pretty much their entire body. "How can I help ye?"
Samaritan shrugs and rolls his shoulders "Yes."
*How is ya? :D*
"Dunno, new to town." He says, shifting the bag he has over one shoulder
Azeral is sitting outside, a campfire burning before him. The wood of the fire isn't wood at all, more so the body of a charred woman. The body of a very old man sits on one of the logs across from Azeral, it's eyes ripped out and pinned to the wood by a giant metal rod going straight through him. Azeral is cooking what appears to be the man's eyes on a stone, grumbling about how people have to make it so difficult to get a meal.
Bishop is in the streets, at a little makeshift altar, praising the word of Carrion. People give him a wide berth, nervous around his insane rambling about the Flesh God
Samaritan is beating the crud out of a punching bag, nearly ripping it to shreds. He, for once, is dressed in regular clothing. A simple tank-top, a black zip-up hoodie, and black sweats.
*Hi wendi ^^*
The priest opening the boarded up church (lemme know if you missed that intro) looks at the altar curiously as he sweeps the front step
Theres a whistle from behind Samaritan, "Wow, got some frustrations huh?"
*Me beloved!*
Bishop tilts their veiled head, the Black veil covering pretty much their entire body. "How can I help ye?"
Samaritan shrugs and rolls his shoulders "Yes."
*How is ya? :D*
"Dunno, new to town." He says, shifting the bag he has over one shoulder
"Whats on your mind?"
*I am here *
"Interesting, well my name is Bishop. I am last loving priest of the great Bone Lord, out God of bodies, Carrion."
*I wanna continue where we were with x and damian, and uhh gimme rag and somebody else.*
*Of course. One sec*
Damian is still trying to stop the dying X as they put life into them. He isn't really able to do anything, but he's going to still try.
Rag is serving up soup for the homeless in need considering he's off work.
The blood continues to pour into the no longer corpse. He clings to the table, coughing once here and then.
Sam is nearby, ready to offer their help.
The flame in his chest flickers, licking up the flames until he eventually does let out a bloody cough of his own, before fading back out. He’s close to coming back.
He doesn’t make them help, though happily takes it where they offer, offering them some soup as well.
Clem is going for a walk in the forest, looking for something to eat. He’s taken his more bulky, leopard like form.
After a moment more of blood loss, X loses consciousness, breathing shallowly. He collapses to the ground.
They decline, needing only warmth and water to sustain themselves.
Lilac follows behind, clinging to an egg.
With their unconsciousness, Damian’s flame rekindles as his eyes shoot up, his ghost disappearing. He tries to grab X, but simply collapses to the ground beside them, violently sick.
He takes the soup himself, drinking it down, “Are you doing well Sam?”
He looks over to the egg occasionally, wondering about it before deciding to stop and ask “Is that… ours?”
*sry, was taken on an impromptu date* X is barely alive.
Their feet barely touch the ground with the height of their chair, so they swing them. "Mmmhmm! I'm enjoying helping you."
"No. I found it. It's a chicken, but I'm practicing." she says, smiling.
*Don’t worry about it, hope it went well.*
He tries to call out, his voice dry as he coughs and hacks on the ground.
“Good to hear, I wouldn’t want to hear that you aren’t doing well, I worry.” He says with a smile, finishing up helping the people, before finishing the rest of the soup himself.
He lets out a bit of a sigh of relief “Okay, I just felt the need to ask.”
*Me beloved!*
Bishop tilts their veiled head, the Black veil covering pretty much their entire body. "How can I help ye?"
Samaritan shrugs and rolls his shoulders "Yes."
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
*How is ya? :D*
"Dunno, new to town." He says, shifting the bag he has over one shoulder
"Whats on your mind?"
*Anyone wanna RP?*
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'm up for it*
*Who do you want?*
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.
*anyone works for me :>*
*I am here *
"Interesting, well my name is Bishop. I am last loving priest of the great Bone Lord, out God of bodies, Carrion."
"Nothing of your business mate." He snarls.
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
*Welp, I'll consult the wheel*
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.
*Don’t worry about it, hope it went well.*
He tries to call out, his voice dry as he coughs and hacks on the ground.
“Good to hear, I wouldn’t want to hear that you aren’t doing well, I worry.” He says with a smile, finishing up helping the people, before finishing the rest of the soup himself.
He lets out a bit of a sigh of relief “Okay, I just felt the need to ask.”
*I have returned, and at a decently well time, would anyone like to rp?*
Lify is happily singing something about marrying James
*New dude :3* Lemmoth (yeah their name is kinda stupid lol) is wandering around https://www.pixilart.com/photo/lemmoth-open-species-its-called-6e312b1f41d5a04
Chef Grumble is cooking something
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.
*ye :>*
*Me :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.
*Yep :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.
*Cut for Salem. That makes me worried.*
He tries to help them up, though there is still a gaping hole in his chest, weakly pulling on them “S-somebody! Help!”
“That is exactly why, as I feel the same.”
He chuckles along with them, smiling softly as he continues to hunt.
*Who would you like?*