*Actually, everyone deserves the privelige of playing with a character they can mold through RP*
A Huge brown dragon wyrmling waddles into town. It doesn't seem hostile, and is now just lazing around in the marketplace, its soft body spread out over the cobblestones. A little kobold has become enamoured with it, and is demanding food for their new master. The dragon passively pets the kobold with its massive claw.
*Apologies for the delay.*
Helianth is also in the marketplace, rooted into the ground, taking in sunlight. The air around the Elder Evil is notably colder.
The drake scrabbles to its feet and walks over. It lays against Helianth, its sturdy scales and high surface area preventing the flower's thorns from piercing.
The ravenous flower ceases in its consumption, contorting its stem to look at them. "...Can I... help you?" It asks, more intrigued than anything else.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It doesn't have wings, and judging by the quality of its scales, it just hatched within the week. How it ballooned to this size is beyond what nature should allow. "Oh. What are you then?"
"Elf." he says softly.
"Ah. I don't think I've met an elf before. What do you... do?"
"protect animals."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The drake scrabbles to its feet and walks over. It lays against Helianth, its sturdy scales and high surface area preventing the flower's thorns from piercing.
The ravenous flower ceases in its consumption, contorting its stem to look at them. "...Can I... help you?" It asks, more intrigued than anything else.
The dragon looks up at Helianth. "You're already doing that. Can I help you?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I've got Porter Sincair the Exorcist, Stigmata the Nightmare Demigod, an ancient kitsune general named Baegoji the Verdict, and the brown dragon wyrmling.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It doesn't have wings, and judging by the quality of its scales, it just hatched within the week. How it ballooned to this size is beyond what nature should allow. "Oh. What are you then?"
"Elf." he says softly.
"Ah. I don't think I've met an elf before. What do you... do?"
"Ah. I don't think I've met an elf before. What do you... do?"
"protect animals."
"Huh. I guess that's good. If they're all eaten, there won't be any left." It stretches, then wraps its tail around the elf. Not actually tight or coiled, just kind of laying behind him as a short wall that could be stepped over with a bit of difficulty.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The drake scrabbles to its feet and walks over. It lays against Helianth, its sturdy scales and high surface area preventing the flower's thorns from piercing.
The ravenous flower ceases in its consumption, contorting its stem to look at them. "...Can I... help you?" It asks, more intrigued than anything else.
The dragon looks up at Helianth. "You're already doing that. Can I help you?"
"You could, yes." It responds, pausing for a moment. "Say, would you like to become a god?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The ravenous flower ceases in its consumption, contorting its stem to look at them. "...Can I... help you?" It asks, more intrigued than anything else.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She kisses their cheek, “Dear, we’ll have to see. We can how whenever you like.”
He watches them go so with a raised eyebrow “Thank you, I’m going to go, but thank you.”
"protect animals."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A massive brown dragon wyrmling stomps up to him. It sniffs his noodles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Lets go now."
He nods, sitting back down
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'd be up for it*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(who you got)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
The dragon looks up at Helianth. "You're already doing that. Can I help you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I've got Porter Sincair the Exorcist, Stigmata the Nightmare Demigod, an ancient kitsune general named Baegoji the Verdict, and the brown dragon wyrmling.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Lead the way my love.” She takes his hand, standing beside him.
He walks off, waving goodbye to them.
He walks with her, hand in hand.
He nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I just got done with the historical society. Wrote down like 4 pages of notes from my findings.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*How was it?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Huh. I guess that's good. If they're all eaten, there won't be any left." It stretches, then wraps its tail around the elf. Not actually tight or coiled, just kind of laying behind him as a short wall that could be stepped over with a bit of difficulty.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey, a Lawrence!*
*Into the pickling vat with me.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You could, yes." It responds, pausing for a moment. "Say, would you like to become a god?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*[throws characters like they're confetti]*
KK is at the warehouse, working on the designs for a brand-new kind of construct.
Amicus is wandering through Lord's Point, looking for friends.
Omori is in the woods, currently harvesting the organs from a dead elk.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Why must I? I do not like to be pickled, the vinegar burns my skin.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Aren't I a god already?" It rolls against Helianth, trying to get comfortable.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*No, just me. I am the one to be pickled. You do not deserve pickleage.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.