Skwasniec (wingless brown wyrmling) is grumbling and lying in the summer part of Aspen, trying to soak up some warmth and get his mind off being bullied.
Nearby, sitting on the edge of the pool, is Byren (Summer mink God, Twink lion). He hears the grumbling and approaches, legs wet. "You okay?"
The fat dragonling looks up. "No. Someone scorched me with acid and stepped on my tail. I am a dragon! Descended from two noble bloodlines! Two! I don't deserve this treatment!"
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Prospero kind of withers a bit. Another voice speaks from nearby. "The boy is fragile." It sounds like an old woman. "He always lets his heart guide him. Big, soft, and tender. Can't even bring himself to boil up his enemies, gut them, rip them to pieces."
“A strong heart makes a strong will, willing to do what what is necessary at the end of the day for those who deserve protecting. He’s a hero in the making.” He turns to the voice, though he wouldn’t be able to see them, smiling softly and bowing his head respectfully.
"Baba..." Prospero says. "Shush," replies the other voice. "You need to rest. Take care of the others. And you." She talks to Gin again. "He's already a hero. As much as a single man can be. But he needs to be more than a man. He needs to be a god of the people."
“A god? Sounds like a difficult task indeed, I am rooting for you Prospero.” He turns to the presence of Baba “Nice to meet you, I am Gin.” He says, smiling at the presence though he doesn’t see them.
"Baba..." Prospero says. "Shush," replies the other voice. "You need to rest. Take care of the others. And you." She talks to Gin again. "He's already a hero. As much as a single man can be. But he needs to be more than a man. He needs to be a god of the people."
“A god? Sounds like a difficult task indeed, I am rooting for you Prospero.” He turns to the presence of Baba “Nice to meet you, I am Gin.” He says, smiling at the presence though he doesn’t see them.
He can hear Prospero leaving, and feel the faint breeze of him waving goodbye, probably not considering that Gin is blind. "I heard. I am Baba Prizrak, come all the way from Russia to maim and tear. Yet he convinced me otherwise. Not through violence or coercion, but understanding. He's practically a Nightmare himself. I doubt any other could talk my knife back into its sheath."
The fat dragonling looks up. "No. Someone scorched me with acid and stepped on my tail. I am a dragon! Descended from two noble bloodlines! Two! I don't deserve this treatment!"
"Well, ya lost your wings, so I can see the confusion. Would you like something to drink?" he sits down next to them.
He huffs. "Yes, please." He sounds ashamed.
(By the way, Brown dragons aren't natural creatures, they result when two incompatible Chromatics breed. They're strange creatures, and almost invariably enjoy eating humanoids.)
He sighs, leaning into the kiss and lying down next to them, “I shouldn’t have acted the way I did, sorry, love you. Wanna do anything today?”
She stands back up, waving goodbye “It was nice meeting you, have a good day.”
He feels where he was once hurt, before smiling a little bit “Thanks, saved me from a talking to.” He chuckles, “There shouldn’t be anymore infernals today, but if you see any, stop them or find me.”
She pulls him to lay on her. "Love you too.. how about a massage?"
He walks off to Aspen. (good end? owt else?)
"a'course. See ya round." (here, too?)
*Yep, I’ll take Zephyr and Tonya.*
“A massage? I wouldn’t be against one, a spa day sounds fun.” He grins, lying across her as much as he can, though he’s a short stack.
She runs a claw down his back. "Wonderful."
Tonya is writing on a scroll, music
Zephyr is tending to the kush
He shivers, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment with them.
Gin (the guy I didn’t think of a name for) comes up behind them, hugging them tightly.
Don walks out of the blood sea, taking off his shirt and wringing it out.
"You know.. it is spring.."
"Mmmm, hello my love" she smiles, holding his arms
"Still cant swim yet?"
“Oh? Is it?” He says, making his way up to her face, smirking.
“Hello, my dear, I apologize for sleeping in. How are you this morning?” He asks, leaning his head next to hers to kiss her cheek.
“I’m learning, didn’t immediately sink to the bottom this time.”
"Indeed it is, and it's the season." she presses her nose to his
"I'm alright. I saw one of the gods." she leans her head to his
"Wonderous! Glad to hear you're progressing."
He smiles, giving her a passionate kiss on the lips, “Looks like Spring is my favorite season then.”
Their horns lock together, “Oh you did? What did they look like, dear?”
“How are you doing today, my love?” He asks, walking over.
"We'd better lock the door, hm?"
"A stressed bunny. I could smell the power."
"I woke up a bit late, and i'm afraid this crop will die because of that."
“Best we do.” He walks over to the door, closing and locking it. (Pm?)
“You are a miracle of a woman, my dear, I love you.”
He walks over and looks down at the crop “It’ll probably be okay, we’ll see.”
(Implied. Uhh I think I waaant.. Rag)
"I love you too. Shall we go visit?"
Theyre a bit dry. "They're not quite used to the heat.. want some?"
*Rag you can have.*
Rag is working out in Sam’s demiplane, thinking about what he’s going to do for the wedding.
“Maybe later, I only work up recently.”
“They’ll get used to it, and if you’re offering, I’ll definitely take some.”
*someday i am ok, someday i have monster high theme song stuck in my head*
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*someday i am ok, someday i have monster high theme song stuck in my head*
*Listen to this instead*
that slaps.
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(By the way, Brown dragons aren't natural creatures, they result when two incompatible Chromatics breed. They're strange creatures, and almost invariably enjoy eating humanoids.)
"Well, come to the poolside, there's a drink stand." he gets up and offers them a paw up
He looks at the offered paw, then at his own claws. "I don't think I work like that." He stands up on his own and follows behind Byren.
*in the event that Saphuno has another child, would anybody like to play them?*
*heck sure! I've been looking to make another cursed character.*
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The fat dragonling looks up. "No. Someone scorched me with acid and stepped on my tail. I am a dragon! Descended from two noble bloodlines! Two! I don't deserve this treatment!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Put your spoiler here.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“A god? Sounds like a difficult task indeed, I am rooting for you Prospero.” He turns to the presence of Baba “Nice to meet you, I am Gin.” He says, smiling at the presence though he doesn’t see them.
He can hear Prospero leaving, and feel the faint breeze of him waving goodbye, probably not considering that Gin is blind. "I heard. I am Baba Prizrak, come all the way from Russia to maim and tear. Yet he convinced me otherwise. Not through violence or coercion, but understanding. He's practically a Nightmare himself. I doubt any other could talk my knife back into its sheath."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He huffs. "Yes, please." He sounds ashamed.
(By the way, Brown dragons aren't natural creatures, they result when two incompatible Chromatics breed. They're strange creatures, and almost invariably enjoy eating humanoids.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I love this. Thank you for sharing with us, Fry.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Rag you can have.*
Rag is working out in Sam’s demiplane, thinking about what he’s going to do for the wedding.
“Maybe later, I only work up recently.”
“They’ll get used to it, and if you’re offering, I’ll definitely take some.”
*someday i am ok, someday i have monster high theme song stuck in my head*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Listen to this instead*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
that slaps.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He looks at the offered paw, then at his own claws. "I don't think I work like that." He stands up on his own and follows behind Byren.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*heck sure! I've been looking to make another cursed character.*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*back*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Banana milk. Like chocolate milk, but banana."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels