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.'
He raises an eyebrow from behind his garbed mask “Those are a lot of titles, I imagine they mean a lot to you, but unfortunately they don’t mean a lot to me. My apologies.”
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.'
He raises an eyebrow from behind his garbed mask “Those are a lot of titles, I imagine they mean a lot to you, but unfortunately they don’t mean a lot to me. My apologies.”
'My apologies. We assumed there would be bounties under my name considering recent or distant events.' Pangola pipes in. "So I can tell him your name?" 'I have already, but thank you.'
*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…”
"And you, too, old friend." he sighs, wiping a tear from his eye. "How have you been?"
"I will feed you, don't worry. I've already prepared it for you." it's cut up into chunks, and he sits down with her, the rift closing. "I'm here now.." he smiles weakly as he pulls his hood back and starts to feed her the chunks of meat.
He takes a deep breath, drinking a bit of the alcohol “I’ve been doin’ well, how about you bud?”
She tears into the chunks ravenously, her form shifting back to what it once was ever slowly. Eventually, as larger and larger pieces of the tarrasque disappear, she returns to normal, until she is what she once was. She leans against them, tears welling in her eyes, “Oh how I missed you.”
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.'
He raises an eyebrow from behind his garbed mask “Those are a lot of titles, I imagine they mean a lot to you, but unfortunately they don’t mean a lot to me. My apologies.”
'My apologies. We assumed there would be bounties under my name considering recent or distant events.' Pangola pipes in. "So I can tell him your name?" 'I have already, but thank you.'
“He did tell me his name, and it is nice to meet the both of you.” He bows respectfully, stepping back a bit before looking back at them.
*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…”
"And you, too, old friend." he sighs, wiping a tear from his eye. "How have you been?"
"I will feed you, don't worry. I've already prepared it for you." it's cut up into chunks, and he sits down with her, the rift closing. "I'm here now.." he smiles weakly as he pulls his hood back and starts to feed her the chunks of meat.
He takes a deep breath, drinking a bit of the alcohol “I’ve been doin’ well, how about you bud?”
She tears into the chunks ravenously, her form shifting back to what it once was ever slowly. Eventually, as larger and larger pieces of the tarrasque disappear, she returns to normal, until she is what she once was. She leans against them, tears welling in her eyes, “Oh how I missed you.”
"Getting back into normal life slowly. Found somebody to love."
he clings to her with one arm, holding her face with the hand. "I missed you, dear." Instead of the warm feeling of fluff and paw pads on her face, she feels cold metal and smells oil.
“Happy for you. Not often does anyone get that chance. Who are they?” He asks out of pure curiosity.
Her nose twitches, and for a moment, her eyes don’t hold the recognition that this is Xavier “Dear… what has happened to you? Of the flesh and blood of my…” She shakes her head of what she was going to say.
"I came from another realm, so yes, I suppose." she shrugs, bringing the Umbreon back to her lap, petting it. "But she's so cute.."
"Is that a compliment?" he tilts his head
Thirteen reaches out to try and pet it as well.
"I would take it as such..."
*Are you ignoring me on discord? :<*
It lets him, chirping softly. "I read about them in a book"
"Well then thanks." he says with a slight flush. "Uhm.. you wanna go get some food? Im starved."
"Was it, by any chance, sold in a Scholastic book fair?"
"Of course..."
"Yes, when domino was still a young one." she says, a bit irritated. "I was going through some of her old things with her and ended up reading the book."
"Sweet, where to? Ill buy."
Thirteen nods. "Was it good?"
"I am relatively new to this area... do you know anywhere?"
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He raises an eyebrow from behind his garbed mask “Those are a lot of titles, I imagine they mean a lot to you, but unfortunately they don’t mean a lot to me. My apologies.”
'My apologies. We assumed there would be bounties under my name considering recent or distant events.' Pangola pipes in. "So I can tell him your name?" 'I have already, but thank you.'
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He takes a deep breath, drinking a bit of the alcohol “I’ve been doin’ well, how about you bud?”
She tears into the chunks ravenously, her form shifting back to what it once was ever slowly. Eventually, as larger and larger pieces of the tarrasque disappear, she returns to normal, until she is what she once was. She leans against them, tears welling in her eyes, “Oh how I missed you.”
*Can't RP, RN but just want to say Heya y'all. And hello lurkers! Have a good one mates*
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"Was it, by any chance, sold in a Scholastic book fair?"
"Of course..."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Heya mate*
*...(Is snuck apon)*
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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.
“He did tell me his name, and it is nice to meet the both of you.” He bows respectfully, stepping back a bit before looking back at them.
*Y'know when ya watching OT and they call a bigot by their full username and flip them off. Epic*
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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.
“Happy for you. Not often does anyone get that chance. Who are they?” He asks out of pure curiosity.
Her nose twitches, and for a moment, her eyes don’t hold the recognition that this is Xavier “Dear… what has happened to you? Of the flesh and blood of my…” She shakes her head of what she was going to say.
Thirteen nods. "Was it good?"
"I am relatively new to this area... do you know anywhere?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Professional at gaying on the internet. Like the Click but not cursed. Also mate, ya ain't dumb*
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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.
*Yo, IRL, my second best friend turned me into a furry; So I used my powers of existing to make them bi*
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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.
*You good mate?*
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.