Cerberus and Pangola are talking to a wooden statue in Sylvan (the language) near the edge of the woods.
Someone stalks through the forest. Tall and lanky in thick all black garb, his sharp eyes. He wears attire resembling that of a bounty hunter, probably because he is one.
Pangola watches for a few seconds before turning back to the statue, pointing in their direction. "Are you aware a figure stalks your woods?" The trees part above him, creating a natural spotlight shining on his position. "YES"
Cerberus and Pangola are talking to a wooden statue in Sylvan (the language) near the edge of the woods.
Someone stalks through the forest. Tall and lanky in thick all black garb, his sharp eyes. He wears attire resembling that of a bounty hunter, probably because he is one.
Pangola watches for a few seconds before turning back to the statue, pointing in their direction. "Are you aware a figure stalks your woods?" The trees part above him, creating a natural spotlight shining on his position. "YES"
The bounty hunter turns to face them, his eyes empty of fear for what he may have encountered. His hand reaches to the hand axe at his belt just in case this leads where he expects it to, “Who… are you?” He asks, his voice gruff.
Cerberus and Pangola are talking to a wooden statue in Sylvan (the language) near the edge of the woods.
Someone stalks through the forest. Tall and lanky in thick all black garb, his sharp eyes. He wears attire resembling that of a bounty hunter, probably because he is one.
Pangola watches for a few seconds before turning back to the statue, pointing in their direction. "Are you aware a figure stalks your woods?" The trees part above him, creating a natural spotlight shining on his position. "YES"
The bounty hunter turns to face them, his eyes empty of fear for what he may have encountered. His hand reaches to the hand axe at his belt just in case this leads where he expects it to, “Who… are you?” He asks, his voice gruff.
The face of the armored fay lights up. "Oh, I am Pangola, helper of the Writhe household for generations. This green child is... no one important. And this statue is the Deus of the forest." The leaves rustle at the mention of the woods.
Cerberus and Pangola are talking to a wooden statue in Sylvan (the language) near the edge of the woods.
Someone stalks through the forest. Tall and lanky in thick all black garb, his sharp eyes. He wears attire resembling that of a bounty hunter, probably because he is one.
Pangola watches for a few seconds before turning back to the statue, pointing in their direction. "Are you aware a figure stalks your woods?" The trees part above him, creating a natural spotlight shining on his position. "YES"
The bounty hunter turns to face them, his eyes empty of fear for what he may have encountered. His hand reaches to the hand axe at his belt just in case this leads where he expects it to, “Who… are you?” He asks, his voice gruff.
The face of the armored fay lights up. "Oh, I am Pangola, helper of the Writhe household for generations. This green child is... no one important. And this statue is the Deus of the forest." The leaves rustle at the mention of the woods.
“No one important? Why mention them if they aren’t important.” He begins to walk over to them, reaching into his utility belt, palming something within.
*Finally back, does anyone want to rp while I’m here? Cause I may not be too long.*
*hii do you wanna continue?*
*If you want to, or we could continue anew, either way I am contented.*
*I think I wanna begin a new one*
*Then a new one we shall start. Who do you want?*
*Whoever fits the bill of interaction with Cyvus and Byren. As well as ambrosia.*
Winston is pouring one out outside for the friends he lost in the wars he fought, a tear falling from his still working eye.
Ambrosia hasn’t eaten, and has reached the point of becoming close to completely feral, though she still refuses to eat until her love returns, no matter the effects to her mental state. As she grows hungrier, she becomes more insectoid in appearance.
Cerberus and Pangola are talking to a wooden statue in Sylvan (the language) near the edge of the woods.
Someone stalks through the forest. Tall and lanky in thick all black garb, his sharp eyes. He wears attire resembling that of a bounty hunter, probably because he is one.
Pangola watches for a few seconds before turning back to the statue, pointing in their direction. "Are you aware a figure stalks your woods?" The trees part above him, creating a natural spotlight shining on his position. "YES"
The bounty hunter turns to face them, his eyes empty of fear for what he may have encountered. His hand reaches to the hand axe at his belt just in case this leads where he expects it to, “Who… are you?” He asks, his voice gruff.
The face of the armored fay lights up. "Oh, I am Pangola, helper of the Writhe household for generations. This green child is... no one important. And this statue is the Deus of the forest." The leaves rustle at the mention of the woods.
“No one important? Why mention them if they aren’t important.” He begins to walk over to them, reaching into his utility belt, palming something within.
The spotlight of sun follows them. "Oh, no reason. It was only your appearance implying a bounty hunting profession." Cerberus rolls his eyes and signs something with his hands. 'She means well, but it is difficult to teach an old Blink Dog new tricks.'
Cerberus and Pangola are talking to a wooden statue in Sylvan (the language) near the edge of the woods.
Someone stalks through the forest. Tall and lanky in thick all black garb, his sharp eyes. He wears attire resembling that of a bounty hunter, probably because he is one.
Pangola watches for a few seconds before turning back to the statue, pointing in their direction. "Are you aware a figure stalks your woods?" The trees part above him, creating a natural spotlight shining on his position. "YES"
The bounty hunter turns to face them, his eyes empty of fear for what he may have encountered. His hand reaches to the hand axe at his belt just in case this leads where he expects it to, “Who… are you?” He asks, his voice gruff.
The face of the armored fay lights up. "Oh, I am Pangola, helper of the Writhe household for generations. This green child is... no one important. And this statue is the Deus of the forest." The leaves rustle at the mention of the woods.
“No one important? Why mention them if they aren’t important.” He begins to walk over to them, reaching into his utility belt, palming something within.
The spotlight of sun follows them. "Oh, no reason. It was only your appearance implying a bounty hunting profession." Cerberus rolls his eyes and signs something with his hands. 'She means well, but it is difficult to teach an old Blink Dog new tricks.'
He does seem a bit interested by the sun following his movements, but not much. He nods to Cerberus, not perfectly knowing sign language, but able to understand it enough to stop his approach and put his weapons away “I am a bounty hunter, and you are?”
*Finally back, does anyone want to rp while I’m here? Cause I may not be too long.*
*hii do you wanna continue?*
*If you want to, or we could continue anew, either way I am contented.*
*I think I wanna begin a new one*
*Then a new one we shall start. Who do you want?*
*Whoever fits the bill of interaction with Cyvus and Byren. As well as ambrosia.*
Winston is pouring one out outside for the friends he lost in the wars he fought, a tear falling from his still working eye.
Ambrosia hasn’t eaten, and has reached the point of becoming close to completely feral, though she still refuses to eat until her love returns, no matter the effects to her mental state. As she grows hungrier, she becomes more insectoid in appearance.
Cyvus claps him on the back, a look of solemn understanding on his face
A rift in space appears in the air, and Xavier steps out of it, looking prim and proper in his fancy traveller's robe. He comes bearing a dead tarasque.
He takes the pat, nodding “They were good men, I regret being the reason they died. Hello Cyvus, good to see you again.”
Her mandibles click as her many eyes look at them, and the feralness almost immediately softens. Her split arms all wrap around them rightly, her pristine white skin folding back into itself as she shivers with hunger, “D-dear… f-feed…”
*I is extravert whom worries about their social status in new places, and today I worried about walking too cringley. Than I remembered, I'm a cringe furry. So I'm a yeah yes X3*
Cerberus and Pangola are talking to a wooden statue in Sylvan (the language) near the edge of the woods.
Someone stalks through the forest. Tall and lanky in thick all black garb, his sharp eyes. He wears attire resembling that of a bounty hunter, probably because he is one.
Pangola watches for a few seconds before turning back to the statue, pointing in their direction. "Are you aware a figure stalks your woods?" The trees part above him, creating a natural spotlight shining on his position. "YES"
The bounty hunter turns to face them, his eyes empty of fear for what he may have encountered. His hand reaches to the hand axe at his belt just in case this leads where he expects it to, “Who… are you?” He asks, his voice gruff.
The face of the armored fay lights up. "Oh, I am Pangola, helper of the Writhe household for generations. This green child is... no one important. And this statue is the Deus of the forest." The leaves rustle at the mention of the woods.
“No one important? Why mention them if they aren’t important.” He begins to walk over to them, reaching into his utility belt, palming something within.
The spotlight of sun follows them. "Oh, no reason. It was only your appearance implying a bounty hunting profession." Cerberus rolls his eyes and signs something with his hands. 'She means well, but it is difficult to teach an old Blink Dog new tricks.'
He does seem a bit interested by the sun following his movements, but not much. He nods to Cerberus, not perfectly knowing sign language, but able to understand it enough to stop his approach and put his weapons away “I am a bounty hunter, and you are?”
'Cerberus, brother of the Avatar of Kasha the Shadow Queen, firstborn son and second born child of the Deity turned Devil Mushisama and Queen of Highland Ea.'
*If you want to, or we could continue anew, either way I am contented.*
"You're a planeswalker?"
"Thank you. You're a lovely sound for chaste eardrums."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Pangola watches for a few seconds before turning back to the statue, pointing in their direction. "Are you aware a figure stalks your woods?" The trees part above him, creating a natural spotlight shining on his position. "
YES"Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The bounty hunter turns to face them, his eyes empty of fear for what he may have encountered. His hand reaches to the hand axe at his belt just in case this leads where he expects it to, “Who… are you?” He asks, his voice gruff.
*Then a new one we shall start. Who do you want?*
The face of the armored fay lights up. "Oh, I am Pangola, helper of the Writhe household for generations. This green child is... no one important. And this statue is the Deus of the forest." The leaves rustle at the mention of the woods.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Thirteen reaches out to try and pet it as well.
"I would take it as such..."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“No one important? Why mention them if they aren’t important.” He begins to walk over to them, reaching into his utility belt, palming something within.
Winston is pouring one out outside for the friends he lost in the wars he fought, a tear falling from his still working eye.
Ambrosia hasn’t eaten, and has reached the point of becoming close to completely feral, though she still refuses to eat until her love returns, no matter the effects to her mental state. As she grows hungrier, she becomes more insectoid in appearance.
The spotlight of sun follows them. "Oh, no reason. It was only your appearance implying a bounty hunting profession." Cerberus rolls his eyes and signs something with his hands. 'She means well, but it is difficult to teach an old Blink Dog new tricks.'
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He does seem a bit interested by the sun following his movements, but not much. He nods to Cerberus, not perfectly knowing sign language, but able to understand it enough to stop his approach and put his weapons away “I am a bounty hunter, and you are?”
He takes the pat, nodding “They were good men, I regret being the reason they died. Hello Cyvus, good to see you again.”
Her mandibles click as her many eyes look at them, and the feralness almost immediately softens. Her split arms all wrap around them rightly, her pristine white skin folding back into itself as she shivers with hunger, “D-dear… f-feed…”
*I is extravert whom worries about their social status in new places, and today I worried about walking too cringley. Than I remembered, I'm a cringe furry. So I'm a yeah yes X3*
Sig but long ^w^
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
'Cerberus, brother of the Avatar of Kasha the Shadow Queen, firstborn son and second born child of the Deity turned Devil Mushisama and Queen of Highland Ea.'
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!