He looks up at it. "Hello. You look cuddly, but you don't cuddle like I thought you would." He tilts his chubby-faced head. "Why is that?"
"Oh, I just moved in and wanted to visit. Found a rat in the yard." He walks in circles around Helianth, sticking his leg straight out before leaning forward until he falls on it, righting himself, and repeating the movement with his other leg. "What are you, by the way?"
It is silent for a while, thinking. "I am... not entirely material. Most of my being is simply energy." It responds, with the faintest bit more happiness in its voice.
"I see- welcome to the neighborhood, then. I am Helianth- I was an ordinary sunflower at one point, though you can already tell I didn't stay that way for long. Funny how things change over time, isn't it?" It responds, its myriad flower heads following his every movement. "Who are you?"
"Oh. That doesn't sound very fun." He walks through it repeatedly. "So, I'm Skwasniec. What's your name?"
"I am Stigmata. Ironically, people typically like me for some reason despite my murderous tendencies. I'm kind of an interdimensional nightmare entity. It's, uh, not as cool as it sounds."
It lets him, just floating there. "...Amicus... nice to meet you, Skwasniec." It says.
"That's Lord's Point for you- many people here seem to be drawn to the violent and macabre and unknowable. No wonder so there's so many things happening here at any given moment." It chuckles a bit to itself, its roots reaching over to the corpse of the agent and siphoning any amount of blood there is left. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Stigmata."
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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)
"Y-yes... but I'm literally made of evil!" His body is sturdy despite its intangible nature.
"Dragons are connected to the earth. You are too. We're only a little leap away." He nuzzles her hand. "I'm more connected to the earth than most. No wings, see?" He turns around, 'revealing' himself to be a drake (it was obvious beforehand).
“Stigmata, I want you to sense everything you can on me, whatever you can find within my soul, I won’t resist, I will allow you to know what I’ve done, and then you tell me if I’m good or evil, or neither or both.” He says with a soft smile.
She pets them weakly, her hand burning hot despite being naturally cold as a Goliath, she seems to be in a lot of pain, and getting worse at hiding it “Ain’t that somethin’ special?”
He closes his eyes, then opens them. He snorts, then begins to laugh hysterically. "All that anger, Rag! All those flavors of rage and hatred! And yet not a drop spills out. So big your heart must be to not overflow with murder!"
"You're not in a good way. I don't think I can help, but I think I know someone who can. He's not very... nice, though. Most people who study dark forces are like that, or so he says."
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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 Dead One's Heir is watching an orb, listening to it as it mutters
Rei is looking around afraid, half covered in blood and scratches
A silver mist settles all around them, Eithan goes for a walk as the mist follows his every step.
John has been looking for them, and is only more worried that he hasn’t found them yet.
The large dragonborn covered in chains turns to them "The Dead One does not see that you are trespassing. You may stay here, so long as you cause no disturbance..."
Rei falls down, and from another side of the forest, the dragon version of her calls out
He turns back to them, his silver eyes cutting right through them, as if they aren’t even there before softening up a little bit “The Dead One? We haven’t spoken in ages, how are they?”
He begins sprinting towards the sound as fast as he can, he grabs his blade but not his armor, going as quickly as he possibly can.
"Ah. So you know them..." they stare into the orb for about a minute "They state that they are currently rather okay, despite being in this pocket dimension. They also have asked this question 'How are you doing?'"
They see the larger form of them, flinching and rushing towards the smaller them, frantic
“After being finally able to take control of my body back, I’m doing well, the darkness has begun spreading again, and I’m destined to die once more, but other than that, good. Oh, and just so you know, I’m Eithan by the way.” He bows respectfully to them.
He picks up the smaller body, rushing over to their larger form at the same time, worried about the both of them.
They whisper into the orb before bowing back to them "Well hello, Eithan." The chains around The Dark One's Great Heir twist and turn as they smile to them
She coughs up blood before falling unconscious as the larger Rei stares around, their tail wrapped around John, forming a barrier between John and whatever just nearly killed the smaller Rei
He nods back to them as he stands back to his feet, the mist around them settling as Eithan does, leaning against a tree nearby, “I don’t believe you’ve introduced yourself.”
Healing power begins to flow directly from John into the smaller body, 30hp regained before John puts them down at his feet and unsheathes his blade, looking around for what may be out there.
"Y-yes... but I'm literally made of evil!" His body is sturdy despite its intangible nature.
"Dragons are connected to the earth. You are too. We're only a little leap away." He nuzzles her hand. "I'm more connected to the earth than most. No wings, see?" He turns around, 'revealing' himself to be a drake (it was obvious beforehand).
“Stigmata, I want you to sense everything you can on me, whatever you can find within my soul, I won’t resist, I will allow you to know what I’ve done, and then you tell me if I’m good or evil, or neither or both.” He says with a soft smile.
She pets them weakly, her hand burning hot despite being naturally cold as a Goliath, she seems to be in a lot of pain, and getting worse at hiding it “Ain’t that somethin’ special?”
He closes his eyes, then opens them. He snorts, then begins to laugh hysterically. "All that anger, Rag! All those flavors of rage and hatred! And yet not a drop spills out. So big your heart must be to not overflow with murder!"
"You're not in a good way. I don't think I can help, but I think I know someone who can. He's not very... nice, though. Most people who study dark forces are like that, or so he says."
“And yet it’s overflowed before, many have died because I couldn’t be patient or let go of my anger. I’ve killed more than you would ever expect, but that doesn’t make me evil, and because you’ve killed doesn’t make you evil either. Okay?” He asks them softly.
“I’ll heal up fine, ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me. Dark magic ain’t gonna do me no worse than it already did, an’ I’ll get ta healin’ eventually. What’s yer name, sweetheart?”
They feel Merabelle weakly grab at their wrist, opening her eyes and looking up at them, “Sweetheart… don’t hurt yerself fer me…” She says, trying to pull them away, but too weak herself.
He thinks about it for a moment, before resting his head on his knees, looking down at the ground, “I miss them… but I don’t know if I want to see them again. I know that’s weird, but… I don’t know…” He closes his eyes, holding back tears of confusion and worry and so many more emotions.
"You'll die if the corruption isn't kept in check... and I can't let that happen... they all still need you..." It says, having some difficulty speaking through the burning pain.
It is silent for a long while, deep in thought. "...Is it that you miss the way things were before? Before... well, before everything happened with him..?" It asks, trying to help guide him through the confusion but not entirely sure how to comfort him.
She continues to try and pull them away, the pain only growing more intense the more they take, the process is slow with the amount of corruption within her, but progress is visible as they go, “Sweetheart, I need ya too…”
He thinks about it, stifling his tears as he considers if that may be the reason, before looking back to his magic book, his father’s signature sitting in faded ink on the cover, “Maybe… I don’t know… I just… I don’t… my family just…” He stops talking.
"...I know." It responds, continuing to absorb as much as it can, pushing through the pain.
It stops talking as well, one of the plant's gnarled branches slowly moving to place itself on Tim's shoulder.
After a while the amount becomes too much to bare, at least at the moment for a technically still young being such as Amicus.
They lean into the touch of the plant, despite not feeding on Tim, it seems to be gaining nutrients simply by taking contact with him.
It stops once it reaches that point, floating down to the ground and sitting, the plants around where they touch the earth immediately dissolving into that shadowy ooze. It is silent for a while, before looking over to Merabelle. "...Better?.."
Helianth takes mental note of this, and it stays there with Tim for as long as he needs (well, it can't really go anywhere at the moment being potted like it is, but that's not important).
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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)
"Oh. That doesn't sound very fun." He walks through it repeatedly. "So, I'm Skwasniec. What's your name?"
"I am Stigmata. Ironically, people typically like me for some reason despite my murderous tendencies. I'm kind of an interdimensional nightmare entity. It's, uh, not as cool as it sounds."
It lets him, just floating there. "...Amicus... nice to meet you, Skwasniec." It says.
"That's Lord's Point for you- many people here seem to be drawn to the violent and macabre and unknowable. No wonder so there's so many things happening here at any given moment." It chuckles a bit to itself, its roots reaching over to the corpse of the agent and siphoning any amount of blood there is left. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Stigmata."
"Nice to meet you too, Amicus! What do you like to do?"
"You as well, Helianth. So, why do you think NEO was after you? You're hardly a source of Dark Energy. You don't seem to hold a lot of anger or despair in your... ventricles. You don't have a heart, do 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.
"Ah. I am The Dead One's Great Heir. They know they will come to an end by some mortals hands one day, but I will than take their place" They lift off their hood, fully showing their draconic face "What will become of me is far beyond what I can currently comprehend, though it seems to show that my memories will stay..."
She stays unconscious, and the larger one hisses at the darkness, as loud footsteps can be heard, and crawling that sounds like a giant snail or slug of sorts
She pushes herself to her feet slowly, putting in a lot of effort to get herself there before hugging them tightly, tears dripping down the sides of her face at the effort, the pain they went through just for her, “Dear… ya shouldn’t a done none ‘o that fer me.”
He eventually does get up, nodding to them before walking inside of the Starjammer, holding his book tightly to his chest.
"Ah. I am The Dead One's Great Heir. They know they will come to an end by some mortals hands one day, but I will than take their place" They lift off their hood, fully showing their draconic face "What will become of me is far beyond what I can currently comprehend, though it seems to show that my memories will stay..."
She stays unconscious, and the larger one hisses at the darkness, as loud footsteps can be heard, and crawling that sounds like a giant snail or slug of sorts
“Such is the way of being the vessel or replacement or inheritor of a divine beings power. I am not the same, though I am similar, having been living for quite some time, destined to finally reach the end of my life, which was prolonged by the being that brought me back from death.”
He prepares himself for a fight, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment “What is out there, dear? What could have done this to you? Is there anything I can do to help?” He seems genuinely worried.
He starts shaking violently. He sobs, not moving. "Then why is the world so cruel to us? Why are we so sub-standard in the face of humanity?"
"Oh, I see. It's a... dialect thing, right?" He puts his head on the notebook, obviously wanting pets.
Her form seems to shift, almost taking on an 'angelic' sort of form. Large wings in a set of two unfold from her back. Her skull-face turning to a peaceful human one. The rest of her body stays the same but she gently holds him still. "I do not know. Perhaps they are sinners and are jealous that we are loved unlike them? But we are sinners too are we not? Also, he loves everyone so that would not be true in any sort." She offered "I feel they treat us bad because we are ugly in their eyes."
William pets him, shrugging. Samaritan sighs "I mainly speak Common and Infernal but I also speak different dialects of Common like Russian, French, German. Stuff like that."
He just stands there. "You're very powerful, aren't you? Most people would have broken immediately when I started yelling..." He whimpers faintly. "You're... purer than most."
"Cool! I only know Common and Draconic." He makes a sort of purring sound as William pets him.
"I am not, sadly. I wish I was but then again, look where being power hungry gets you." She says, laughing lightly "I may seem nervous or soft or fragile but like this.." she gestures to the horrid form of rotting flesh, stick-like antlers sprouting from feathers "I feel like an angel.."
"Better than most folks who knows nothing." He said and looked over at Samaritan "How many languages do you speak?". Samaritan sighs, holds up a hand, and begins to list then off "Common, Common Dialects, Common Sign Language, Abyssal, Infernal, Infernal Sign Language, Primordial, Elvish, Sylvan, Dwarvish, Draconic, and Celestial."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Oh. That doesn't sound very fun." He walks through it repeatedly. "So, I'm Skwasniec. What's your name?"
"I am Stigmata. Ironically, people typically like me for some reason despite my murderous tendencies. I'm kind of an interdimensional nightmare entity. It's, uh, not as cool as it sounds."
It lets him, just floating there. "...Amicus... nice to meet you, Skwasniec." It says.
"That's Lord's Point for you- many people here seem to be drawn to the violent and macabre and unknowable. No wonder so there's so many things happening here at any given moment." It chuckles a bit to itself, its roots reaching over to the corpse of the agent and siphoning any amount of blood there is left. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Stigmata."
"Nice to meet you too, Amicus! What do you like to do?"
"You as well, Helianth. So, why do you think NEO was after you? You're hardly a source of Dark Energy. You don't seem to hold a lot of anger or despair in your... ventricles. You don't have a heart, do you?"
It is silent for a while, having difficulty thinking of any examples. "...I don't know... I haven't had enough time to figure that out yet. What about you?"
"No, I don't. If I had to guess, I'd say NEO caught word of my success regarding the consumption of multiple stars. Something devouring an entire celestial body isn't exactly a common occurrence." It laughs a bit more to itself, its roots uncoiling around the corpse- now a bone-dry husk devoid of any blood.
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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)
He closes his eyes, then opens them. He snorts, then begins to laugh hysterically. "All that anger, Rag! All those flavors of rage and hatred! And yet not a drop spills out. So big your heart must be to not overflow with murder!"
"You're not in a good way. I don't think I can help, but I think I know someone who can. He's not very... nice, though. Most people who study dark forces are like that, or so he says."
“And yet it’s overflowed before, many have died because I couldn’t be patient or let go of my anger. I’ve killed more than you would ever expect, but that doesn’t make me evil, and because you’ve killed doesn’t make you evil either. Okay?” He asks them softly.
“I’ll heal up fine, ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me. Dark magic ain’t gonna do me no worse than it already did, an’ I’ll get ta healin’ eventually. What’s yer name, sweetheart?”
He thinks for a second, then nods. "Okay."
He moves his cold body onto her lap, absorbing a little of her warmth. "Skwasniec, but you can call me Skwasy. I'm going to be very big someday, and I want you to see it. I'm gonna be amazing, you know?"
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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.
He closes his eyes, then opens them. He snorts, then begins to laugh hysterically. "All that anger, Rag! All those flavors of rage and hatred! And yet not a drop spills out. So big your heart must be to not overflow with murder!"
"You're not in a good way. I don't think I can help, but I think I know someone who can. He's not very... nice, though. Most people who study dark forces are like that, or so he says."
“And yet it’s overflowed before, many have died because I couldn’t be patient or let go of my anger. I’ve killed more than you would ever expect, but that doesn’t make me evil, and because you’ve killed doesn’t make you evil either. Okay?” He asks them softly.
“I’ll heal up fine, ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me. Dark magic ain’t gonna do me no worse than it already did, an’ I’ll get ta healin’ eventually. What’s yer name, sweetheart?”
He thinks for a second, then nods. "Okay."
He moves his cold body onto her lap, absorbing a little of her warmth. "Skwasniec, but you can call me Skwasy. I'm going to be very big someday, and I want you to see it. I'm gonna be amazing, you know?"
“Thank you, I don’t want you to think that you are something you are not, but try not to kill any more people.” He begins going back to shopping.
“I believe ya Skwasy, ya got the workin’s o’ a great one, an’ yer gonna make that come true, I can just feel it.” She continues to pet them, the pain fading out of her mind as they continue to talk.
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
He just stands there. "You're very powerful, aren't you? Most people would have broken immediately when I started yelling..." He whimpers faintly. "You're... purer than most."
"Cool! I only know Common and Draconic." He makes a sort of purring sound as William pets him.
"I am not, sadly. I wish I was but then again, look where being power hungry gets you." She says, laughing lightly "I may seem nervous or soft or fragile but like this.." she gestures to the horrid form of rotting flesh, stick-like antlers sprouting from feathers "I feel like an angel.."
"Better than most folks who knows nothing." He said and looked over at Samaritan "How many languages do you speak?". Samaritan sighs, holds up a hand, and begins to list then off "Common, Common Dialects, Common Sign Language, Abyssal, Infernal, Infernal Sign Language, Primordial, Elvish, Sylvan, Dwarvish, Draconic, and Celestial."
He whispers something, barely audible. "It hurts."
"Woah, that's a lot! I've only been around for like a week, but one day I want to know as many languages as 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.
He just stands there. "You're very powerful, aren't you? Most people would have broken immediately when I started yelling..." He whimpers faintly. "You're... purer than most."
"Cool! I only know Common and Draconic." He makes a sort of purring sound as William pets him.
"I am not, sadly. I wish I was but then again, look where being power hungry gets you." She says, laughing lightly "I may seem nervous or soft or fragile but like this.." she gestures to the horrid form of rotting flesh, stick-like antlers sprouting from feathers "I feel like an angel.."
"Better than most folks who knows nothing." He said and looked over at Samaritan "How many languages do you speak?". Samaritan sighs, holds up a hand, and begins to list then off "Common, Common Dialects, Common Sign Language, Abyssal, Infernal, Infernal Sign Language, Primordial, Elvish, Sylvan, Dwarvish, Draconic, and Celestial."
He whispers something, barely audible. "It hurts."
"Woah, that's a lot! I've only been around for like a week, but one day I want to know as many languages as you!"
"Would you like to be an angel? I can try and help you if you wish? Perhaps then it would no longer hurt." She offers, tilting her head.
"I've been around for 13.8 billion years kid, learned a lot in my time." He chuckles. William rolled his eyes and continues to pet them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She pushes herself to her feet slowly, putting in a lot of effort to get herself there before hugging them tightly, tears dripping down the sides of her face at the effort, the pain they went through just for her, “Dear… ya shouldn’t a done none ‘o that fer me.”
He eventually does get up, nodding to them before walking inside of the Starjammer, holding his book tightly to his chest.
It somewhat hesitantly hugs them back, not really understanding the gesture but trying to learn. "...If it continued to fester, you'd... I can't let that happen."
*Good place to end?*
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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)
"Nice to meet you too, Amicus! What do you like to do?"
"You as well, Helianth. So, why do you think NEO was after you? You're hardly a source of Dark Energy. You don't seem to hold a lot of anger or despair in your... ventricles. You don't have a heart, do you?"
It is silent for a while, having difficulty thinking of any examples. "...I don't know... I haven't had enough time to figure that out yet. What about you?"
"No, I don't. If I had to guess, I'd say NEO caught word of my success regarding the consumption of multiple stars. Something devouring an entire celestial body isn't exactly a common occurrence." It laughs a bit more to itself, its roots uncoiling around the corpse- now a bone-dry husk devoid of any blood.
"I like eating, sleeping, and gathering treasure. I can't do a lot of any of those most of the time, sadly. I also like bathing, but you're kind of like fabric or a ghost, and those don't like getting wet, I don't think."
"Well, hopefully they get the message. Anyway, how are you today?" He steals the ID from the mummified body.
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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.
"Ah. I am The Dead One's Great Heir. They know they will come to an end by some mortals hands one day, but I will than take their place" They lift off their hood, fully showing their draconic face "What will become of me is far beyond what I can currently comprehend, though it seems to show that my memories will stay..."
She stays unconscious, and the larger one hisses at the darkness, as loud footsteps can be heard, and crawling that sounds like a giant snail or slug of sorts
“Such is the way of being the vessel or replacement or inheritor of a divine beings power. I am not the same, though I am similar, having been living for quite some time, destined to finally reach the end of my life, which was prolonged by the being that brought me back from death.”
He prepares himself for a fight, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment “What is out there, dear? What could have done this to you? Is there anything I can do to help?” He seems genuinely worried.
"That does tend to be the cycle of such a being" They smile down to them
"Victims... Victims of The False God" She hisses and looks around as those telepathic thoughts slither into John's head
It lets him, just floating there. "...Amicus... nice to meet you, Skwasniec." It says.
"That's Lord's Point for you- many people here seem to be drawn to the violent and macabre and unknowable. No wonder so there's so many things happening here at any given moment." It chuckles a bit to itself, its roots reaching over to the corpse of the agent and siphoning any amount of blood there is left. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Stigmata."
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)
He closes his eyes, then opens them. He snorts, then begins to laugh hysterically. "All that anger, Rag! All those flavors of rage and hatred! And yet not a drop spills out. So big your heart must be to not overflow with murder!"
"You're not in a good way. I don't think I can help, but I think I know someone who can. He's not very... nice, though. Most people who study dark forces are like that, or so he says."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods back to them as he stands back to his feet, the mist around them settling as Eithan does, leaning against a tree nearby, “I don’t believe you’ve introduced yourself.”
Healing power begins to flow directly from John into the smaller body, 30hp regained before John puts them down at his feet and unsheathes his blade, looking around for what may be out there.
“And yet it’s overflowed before, many have died because I couldn’t be patient or let go of my anger. I’ve killed more than you would ever expect, but that doesn’t make me evil, and because you’ve killed doesn’t make you evil either. Okay?” He asks them softly.
“I’ll heal up fine, ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me. Dark magic ain’t gonna do me no worse than it already did, an’ I’ll get ta healin’ eventually. What’s yer name, sweetheart?”
It stops once it reaches that point, floating down to the ground and sitting, the plants around where they touch the earth immediately dissolving into that shadowy ooze. It is silent for a while, before looking over to Merabelle. "...Better?.."
Helianth takes mental note of this, and it stays there with Tim for as long as he needs (well, it can't really go anywhere at the moment being potted like it is, but that's not important).
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)
"Nice to meet you too, Amicus! What do you like to do?"
"You as well, Helianth. So, why do you think NEO was after you? You're hardly a source of Dark Energy. You don't seem to hold a lot of anger or despair in your... ventricles. You don't have a heart, do you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut with Jester*
"Ah. I am The Dead One's Great Heir. They know they will come to an end by some mortals hands one day, but I will than take their place" They lift off their hood, fully showing their draconic face "What will become of me is far beyond what I can currently comprehend, though it seems to show that my memories will stay..."
She stays unconscious, and the larger one hisses at the darkness, as loud footsteps can be heard, and crawling that sounds like a giant snail or slug of sorts
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.
*Cut for Yvonne.*
She pushes herself to her feet slowly, putting in a lot of effort to get herself there before hugging them tightly, tears dripping down the sides of her face at the effort, the pain they went through just for her, “Dear… ya shouldn’t a done none ‘o that fer me.”
He eventually does get up, nodding to them before walking inside of the Starjammer, holding his book tightly to his chest.
“Such is the way of being the vessel or replacement or inheritor of a divine beings power. I am not the same, though I am similar, having been living for quite some time, destined to finally reach the end of my life, which was prolonged by the being that brought me back from death.”
He prepares himself for a fight, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment “What is out there, dear? What could have done this to you? Is there anything I can do to help?” He seems genuinely worried.
"I am not, sadly. I wish I was but then again, look where being power hungry gets you." She says, laughing lightly "I may seem nervous or soft or fragile but like this.." she gestures to the horrid form of rotting flesh, stick-like antlers sprouting from feathers "I feel like an angel.."
"Better than most folks who knows nothing." He said and looked over at Samaritan "How many languages do you speak?". Samaritan sighs, holds up a hand, and begins to list then off "Common, Common Dialects, Common Sign Language, Abyssal, Infernal, Infernal Sign Language, Primordial, Elvish, Sylvan, Dwarvish, Draconic, and Celestial."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
It is silent for a while, having difficulty thinking of any examples. "...I don't know... I haven't had enough time to figure that out yet. What about you?"
"No, I don't. If I had to guess, I'd say NEO caught word of my success regarding the consumption of multiple stars. Something devouring an entire celestial body isn't exactly a common occurrence." It laughs a bit more to itself, its roots uncoiling around the corpse- now a bone-dry husk devoid of any blood.
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)
He thinks for a second, then nods. "Okay."
He moves his cold body onto her lap, absorbing a little of her warmth. "Skwasniec, but you can call me Skwasy. I'm going to be very big someday, and I want you to see it. I'm gonna be amazing, you know?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Thank you, I don’t want you to think that you are something you are not, but try not to kill any more people.” He begins going back to shopping.
“I believe ya Skwasy, ya got the workin’s o’ a great one, an’ yer gonna make that come true, I can just feel it.” She continues to pet them, the pain fading out of her mind as they continue to talk.
(anyone want to rp)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
He whispers something, barely audible. "It hurts."
"Woah, that's a lot! I've only been around for like a week, but one day I want to know as many languages as you!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Would you like to be an angel? I can try and help you if you wish? Perhaps then it would no longer hurt." She offers, tilting her head.
"I've been around for 13.8 billion years kid, learned a lot in my time." He chuckles. William rolled his eyes and continues to pet them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
It somewhat hesitantly hugs them back, not really understanding the gesture but trying to learn. "...If it continued to fester, you'd... I can't let that happen."
*Good place to end?*
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)
"I like eating, sleeping, and gathering treasure. I can't do a lot of any of those most of the time, sadly. I also like bathing, but you're kind of like fabric or a ghost, and those don't like getting wet, I don't think."
"Well, hopefully they get the message. Anyway, how are you today?" He steals the ID from the mummified body.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That does tend to be the cycle of such a being" They smile down to them
"Victims... Victims of The False God" She hisses and looks around as those telepathic thoughts slither into John's head
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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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.
*anyone want to roleplay?*