“Makes sense, Lore wouldn’ta loved ya, no way no how. I gotta ask ya, how small’s it gotta be if ya gotta go world conquering ta compensate?” She asks, trying to stall for time.
“Leo, listen to your wife, I’ll be okay, the talk won’t be too long, I promise.” She kisses him before telling Festus to take Leo away.
"Thats funny." he says, a black blade forming as he stalks twoards Theren.
As he's taken away he starts to cry. THe alternate Leo has his fire burning in waves
She tries to tackle them again, and get the blade out of their hands, “No!” Str:23
Ana begins walking towards them, a genuinely sad look on her face, “Leo, tell me what she was like, was she just like me?”
When she touches him shes hit with another wave of images, this time of herself, in multiple timelines dying. Saving Oliver, dying in battle to him. Over and over and over.
"She was perfect in every way..." he snarls
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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.
"Sounds nasty. You some sort of spirit?" Oris sprints over and heatbutts Angel, not causing harm but just exercising his right as a half-cat monstrosity.
"How about you? When was yours?" He sits down on a chair that isn't there, leaning forward.
"Hold on a second..." He jumps out of William's arms. Then shadows wreath his body, dissolving him and rebuilding his body into a humanoid shape. A young man or possibly even a teenager with dusky skin, shoulder-length brown hair, round sunglasses, and a silk bathrobe over a tank top and tracksuit pants stands before them. He grins. "What do you guys think? I was going for 'casual, but instantly recognizable.'"
Angel watches Oris and shakes his head "No.. Just an Owlin." he gives Oris a gentle pet.
"Yesterday actually," she said, "A friend of mine listened to my concerns, my dilemmas, the sort."
"I think it looks good." William gives the thumbs up. Samaritan nods.
Oris chirps in response. "Ah." Beagoji mumbles. "So, you a cook? Most wouldn't spend so much time and effort on a rat."
"That's good." He looks down at the floor. "If you met a demon, how would you know?"
"Awesome! I also learned a little bit of other magic. I'm not amazing at it yet, but I can fix stuff really well." He fidgets a bit, seemingly self-conscious. He looks at his reflection in the water. "Maybe it's too casual. I like the bath robe and sunglasses, but the rest might be a bit much."
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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.
“Makes sense, Lore wouldn’ta loved ya, no way no how. I gotta ask ya, how small’s it gotta be if ya gotta go world conquering ta compensate?” She asks, trying to stall for time.
“Leo, listen to your wife, I’ll be okay, the talk won’t be too long, I promise.” She kisses him before telling Festus to take Leo away.
"Thats funny." he says, a black blade forming as he stalks twoards Theren.
As he's taken away he starts to cry. THe alternate Leo has his fire burning in waves
She tries to tackle them again, and get the blade out of their hands, “No!” Str:23
Ana begins walking towards them, a genuinely sad look on her face, “Leo, tell me what she was like, was she just like me?”
When she touches him shes hit with another wave of images, this time of herself, in multiple timelines dying. Saving Oliver, dying in battle to him. Over and over and over.
"She was perfect in every way..." he snarls
She doesn’t stop, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she continues to try and stop them, her resolve growing firm as she tries to stop them enough for someone being able to actually stop them.
“If that were true, do you still blame her for leaving you?” She asks, looking at them softly, reaching up a hand, but not touching them.
"Howdy. You're part of my hoard now. Rawr." He enjoys it very much, making little happy noises like a dog mixed with cat-like purring.
She makes a surprised noise, smiling gently down at them, “I am? Didn’t know, thanks fer tellin’ me. What does that mean?” She asks curiously.
"It means no one can steal you without me knowing. It also means I'm allowed to sit or sleep on you whenever I want." He rolls onto his back, exposing his blubbery belly. "You're very precious. I'm glad I got you before another dragon did."
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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.
“Makes sense, Lore wouldn’ta loved ya, no way no how. I gotta ask ya, how small’s it gotta be if ya gotta go world conquering ta compensate?” She asks, trying to stall for time.
“Leo, listen to your wife, I’ll be okay, the talk won’t be too long, I promise.” She kisses him before telling Festus to take Leo away.
"Thats funny." he says, a black blade forming as he stalks twoards Theren.
As he's taken away he starts to cry. THe alternate Leo has his fire burning in waves
She tries to tackle them again, and get the blade out of their hands, “No!” Str:23
Ana begins walking towards them, a genuinely sad look on her face, “Leo, tell me what she was like, was she just like me?”
When she touches him shes hit with another wave of images, this time of herself, in multiple timelines dying. Saving Oliver, dying in battle to him. Over and over and over.
"She was perfect in every way..." he snarls
She doesn’t stop, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she continues to try and stop them, her resolve growing firm as she tries to stop them enough for someone being able to actually stop them.
“If that were true, do you still blame her for leaving you?” She asks, looking at them softly, reaching up a hand, but not touching them.
She hears a powerful command in her head. "Duck."
He backs away. "I blame Father." he snarls
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods, “Welp, here you go.” He takes out a knife and chops off his own hand, he doesn’t react much, just grabbing a towel to stop the bleeding, letting his hand rest on the table, “There ya go. Might want to cook it though.”
His eyes widen as he nods slowly “Oh yeah, I haven’t told you guys where I work because it technically doesn’t exist. Hard to get letters there.”
"You didn't need to do that" she said, picking it up and holding it gently "Will your hand regrow? I will not eat if it doesn't."
William nods and chuckles. Samaritan rolls his shoulders and lets out a drag of smoke "No, it isn't."
“It will heal, I’ve got magic for that, don’t worry about me.” He says, sitting back down as his stump stops bleeding and begins sealing up.
“Well either way, I’m here now, and I’m going to be here for a bit. Who’s your fiance?” He asks, turning to Samaritan.
She nods and stares at it. She walks over to a basket and wraps it up in a cloth, saving it for later.
"Riotan. Snakey-sort of demon." he explains.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Howdy. You're part of my hoard now. Rawr." He enjoys it very much, making little happy noises like a dog mixed with cat-like purring.
She makes a surprised noise, smiling gently down at them, “I am? Didn’t know, thanks fer tellin’ me. What does that mean?” She asks curiously.
"It means no one can steal you without me knowing. It also means I'm allowed to sit or sleep on you whenever I want." He rolls onto his back, exposing his blubbery belly. "You're very precious. I'm glad I got you before another dragon did."
She begins to scratch their belly, assuming that’s what they want, smiling down at them happily, “An’ yer very precious too, look at ya, gonna be the greatest dragon in the world, I bet. I wouldn’t let myself get stolen from ya, especially not now.”
"Sounds nasty. You some sort of spirit?" Oris sprints over and heatbutts Angel, not causing harm but just exercising his right as a half-cat monstrosity.
"How about you? When was yours?" He sits down on a chair that isn't there, leaning forward.
"Hold on a second..." He jumps out of William's arms. Then shadows wreath his body, dissolving him and rebuilding his body into a humanoid shape. A young man or possibly even a teenager with dusky skin, shoulder-length brown hair, round sunglasses, and a silk bathrobe over a tank top and tracksuit pants stands before them. He grins. "What do you guys think? I was going for 'casual, but instantly recognizable.'"
Angel watches Oris and shakes his head "No.. Just an Owlin." he gives Oris a gentle pet.
"Yesterday actually," she said, "A friend of mine listened to my concerns, my dilemmas, the sort."
"I think it looks good." William gives the thumbs up. Samaritan nods.
Oris chirps in response. "Ah." Beagoji mumbles. "So, you a cook? Most wouldn't spend so much time and effort on a rat."
"That's good." He looks down at the floor. "If you met a demon, how would you know?"
"Awesome! I also learned a little bit of other magic. I'm not amazing at it yet, but I can fix stuff really well." He fidgets a bit, seemingly self-conscious. He looks at his reflection in the water. "Maybe it's too casual. I like the bath robe and sunglasses, but the rest might be a bit much."
"Owlin folk love rats, mice, voles, small sort of critters. We aren't much different from our owl-like cousins," he explains.
"I do not think I would know. Why? Have you met one?" she asks, raising a brow.
"You seem to do well at the moment." Samaritan says "Also, I enjoy the outfit. It compliments the skin tone you have chosen and looks very comfortable."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Makes sense, Lore wouldn’ta loved ya, no way no how. I gotta ask ya, how small’s it gotta be if ya gotta go world conquering ta compensate?” She asks, trying to stall for time.
“Leo, listen to your wife, I’ll be okay, the talk won’t be too long, I promise.” She kisses him before telling Festus to take Leo away.
"Thats funny." he says, a black blade forming as he stalks twoards Theren.
As he's taken away he starts to cry. THe alternate Leo has his fire burning in waves
She tries to tackle them again, and get the blade out of their hands, “No!” Str:23
Ana begins walking towards them, a genuinely sad look on her face, “Leo, tell me what she was like, was she just like me?”
When she touches him shes hit with another wave of images, this time of herself, in multiple timelines dying. Saving Oliver, dying in battle to him. Over and over and over.
"She was perfect in every way..." he snarls
She doesn’t stop, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she continues to try and stop them, her resolve growing firm as she tries to stop them enough for someone being able to actually stop them.
“If that were true, do you still blame her for leaving you?” She asks, looking at them softly, reaching up a hand, but not touching them.
She hears a powerful command in her head. "Duck."
He backs away. "I blame Father." he snarls
She does as the command tells her to, dropping lower than she already was, concerned.
“I won’t pry, but please, I don’t want to lose my Leo like you lost your Ana, I just… please…” Tears form in her eyes.
He nods, “Welp, here you go.” He takes out a knife and chops off his own hand, he doesn’t react much, just grabbing a towel to stop the bleeding, letting his hand rest on the table, “There ya go. Might want to cook it though.”
His eyes widen as he nods slowly “Oh yeah, I haven’t told you guys where I work because it technically doesn’t exist. Hard to get letters there.”
"You didn't need to do that" she said, picking it up and holding it gently "Will your hand regrow? I will not eat if it doesn't."
William nods and chuckles. Samaritan rolls his shoulders and lets out a drag of smoke "No, it isn't."
“It will heal, I’ve got magic for that, don’t worry about me.” He says, sitting back down as his stump stops bleeding and begins sealing up.
“Well either way, I’m here now, and I’m going to be here for a bit. Who’s your fiance?” He asks, turning to Samaritan.
She nods and stares at it. She walks over to a basket and wraps it up in a cloth, saving it for later.
"Riotan. Snakey-sort of demon." he explains.
He cracks his neck with his remaining hand, “Hope you enjoy it, anyway, how is your day going? I hope it’s going well, I do like when you’re happy.”
“A demon? Aren’t you a devil?” He asks, “I’ve been reading up on the war between the two species.”
“Makes sense, Lore wouldn’ta loved ya, no way no how. I gotta ask ya, how small’s it gotta be if ya gotta go world conquering ta compensate?” She asks, trying to stall for time.
“Leo, listen to your wife, I’ll be okay, the talk won’t be too long, I promise.” She kisses him before telling Festus to take Leo away.
"Thats funny." he says, a black blade forming as he stalks twoards Theren.
As he's taken away he starts to cry. THe alternate Leo has his fire burning in waves
She tries to tackle them again, and get the blade out of their hands, “No!” Str:23
Ana begins walking towards them, a genuinely sad look on her face, “Leo, tell me what she was like, was she just like me?”
When she touches him shes hit with another wave of images, this time of herself, in multiple timelines dying. Saving Oliver, dying in battle to him. Over and over and over.
"She was perfect in every way..." he snarls
She doesn’t stop, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she continues to try and stop them, her resolve growing firm as she tries to stop them enough for someone being able to actually stop them.
“If that were true, do you still blame her for leaving you?” She asks, looking at them softly, reaching up a hand, but not touching them.
She hears a powerful command in her head. "Duck."
He backs away. "I blame Father." he snarls
She does as the command tells her to, dropping lower than she already was, concerned.
“I won’t pry, but please, I don’t want to lose my Leo like you lost your Ana, I just… please…” Tears form in her eyes.
The theren that shes holding onto goes flying. Theren is standing there, clutching a wound in his side. "Oh....whoops..." he mumbles
"Father made me into this! STOLE ME AWAY FROM YOU! IM NOTHING BUT MACHINE ANYMORE!"
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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.
“Makes sense, Lore wouldn’ta loved ya, no way no how. I gotta ask ya, how small’s it gotta be if ya gotta go world conquering ta compensate?” She asks, trying to stall for time.
“Leo, listen to your wife, I’ll be okay, the talk won’t be too long, I promise.” She kisses him before telling Festus to take Leo away.
"Thats funny." he says, a black blade forming as he stalks twoards Theren.
As he's taken away he starts to cry. THe alternate Leo has his fire burning in waves
She tries to tackle them again, and get the blade out of their hands, “No!” Str:23
Ana begins walking towards them, a genuinely sad look on her face, “Leo, tell me what she was like, was she just like me?”
When she touches him shes hit with another wave of images, this time of herself, in multiple timelines dying. Saving Oliver, dying in battle to him. Over and over and over.
"She was perfect in every way..." he snarls
She doesn’t stop, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she continues to try and stop them, her resolve growing firm as she tries to stop them enough for someone being able to actually stop them.
“If that were true, do you still blame her for leaving you?” She asks, looking at them softly, reaching up a hand, but not touching them.
She hears a powerful command in her head. "Duck."
He backs away. "I blame Father." he snarls
She does as the command tells her to, dropping lower than she already was, concerned.
“I won’t pry, but please, I don’t want to lose my Leo like you lost your Ana, I just… please…” Tears form in her eyes.
The theren that shes holding onto goes flying. Theren is standing there, clutching a wound in his side. "Oh....whoops..." he mumbles
"Father made me into this! STOLE ME AWAY FROM YOU! IM NOTHING BUT MACHINE ANYMORE!"
She reaches for the wound as their side, assessing how bad it is, and what she would need to do to heal it, “Explain Theren, we don’t got much time I’m guessing.”
“Leo, would your Ana want you doing this? Even if you aren’t mine, I love you, please, just… all I ask is to have my husband and live in peace with him.”
“Makes sense, Lore wouldn’ta loved ya, no way no how. I gotta ask ya, how small’s it gotta be if ya gotta go world conquering ta compensate?” She asks, trying to stall for time.
“Leo, listen to your wife, I’ll be okay, the talk won’t be too long, I promise.” She kisses him before telling Festus to take Leo away.
"Thats funny." he says, a black blade forming as he stalks twoards Theren.
As he's taken away he starts to cry. THe alternate Leo has his fire burning in waves
She tries to tackle them again, and get the blade out of their hands, “No!” Str:23
Ana begins walking towards them, a genuinely sad look on her face, “Leo, tell me what she was like, was she just like me?”
When she touches him shes hit with another wave of images, this time of herself, in multiple timelines dying. Saving Oliver, dying in battle to him. Over and over and over.
"She was perfect in every way..." he snarls
She doesn’t stop, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she continues to try and stop them, her resolve growing firm as she tries to stop them enough for someone being able to actually stop them.
“If that were true, do you still blame her for leaving you?” She asks, looking at them softly, reaching up a hand, but not touching them.
She hears a powerful command in her head. "Duck."
He backs away. "I blame Father." he snarls
She does as the command tells her to, dropping lower than she already was, concerned.
“I won’t pry, but please, I don’t want to lose my Leo like you lost your Ana, I just… please…” Tears form in her eyes.
The theren that shes holding onto goes flying. Theren is standing there, clutching a wound in his side. "Oh....whoops..." he mumbles
"Father made me into this! STOLE ME AWAY FROM YOU! IM NOTHING BUT MACHINE ANYMORE!"
She reaches for the wound as their side, assessing how bad it is, and what she would need to do to heal it, “Explain Theren, we don’t got much time I’m guessing.”
“Leo, would your Ana want you doing this? Even if you aren’t mine, I love you, please, just… all I ask is to have my husband and live in peace with him.”
The wound is bad but his blood is clotting. "Right about that. From what ive gathered, evil me. Infused with the Nameless God. Which aint good. Aint good at all."
"HE NEEDS TO FEEL MY PAIN! HES THE ONLY ONE THAT DOESNT KNOW OUR PAIN! HES THE ONLY HAPPY ONE OF US!"
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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.
He nods, “Welp, here you go.” He takes out a knife and chops off his own hand, he doesn’t react much, just grabbing a towel to stop the bleeding, letting his hand rest on the table, “There ya go. Might want to cook it though.”
His eyes widen as he nods slowly “Oh yeah, I haven’t told you guys where I work because it technically doesn’t exist. Hard to get letters there.”
"You didn't need to do that" she said, picking it up and holding it gently "Will your hand regrow? I will not eat if it doesn't."
William nods and chuckles. Samaritan rolls his shoulders and lets out a drag of smoke "No, it isn't."
“It will heal, I’ve got magic for that, don’t worry about me.” He says, sitting back down as his stump stops bleeding and begins sealing up.
“Well either way, I’m here now, and I’m going to be here for a bit. Who’s your fiance?” He asks, turning to Samaritan.
She nods and stares at it. She walks over to a basket and wraps it up in a cloth, saving it for later.
"Riotan. Snakey-sort of demon." he explains.
He cracks his neck with his remaining hand, “Hope you enjoy it, anyway, how is your day going? I hope it’s going well, I do like when you’re happy.”
“A demon? Aren’t you a devil?” He asks, “I’ve been reading up on the war between the two species.”
"I am content at the moment, if that makes you happy," she says, shrugging, "trying to anyways."
"I am. I used to kill people like him but those days are far behind me." he said "I was apart of the blood wars y'know, killed families, killed children.. I am no longer that person.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"It means no one can steal you without me knowing. It also means I'm allowed to sit or sleep on you whenever I want." He rolls onto his back, exposing his blubbery belly. "You're very precious. I'm glad I got you before another dragon did."
She begins to scratch their belly, assuming that’s what they want, smiling down at them happily, “An’ yer very precious too, look at ya, gonna be the greatest dragon in the world, I bet. I wouldn’t let myself get stolen from ya, especially not now.”
"Good, because I'd find you and save you, and whoever stole you would be really sorry, and I'd have to write another stern apology letter." His scales are very soft. Probably not even knife-proof at this stage. He smells like scented soap and candles.
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I thought you liked rats." He lifts a tiny suit of armor sized for Hi. "I even made this for you."
*np!*
'Ah, I do. When rats are alive, they are friends. When they're dead, sometimes they end up as food. Waste not, want not, and all that. Aww, that's some sweet armour! Hi's gonna love it, aren't ya lil guy?!'
"I designed it to be comfortable, and to withstand up to 800lbs of overhead force. Just to make sure he doesn't get squished."
'Well, thanks! Little guy gonna be unstoppable now. How's things been going for ya?'
“Makes sense, Lore wouldn’ta loved ya, no way no how. I gotta ask ya, how small’s it gotta be if ya gotta go world conquering ta compensate?” She asks, trying to stall for time.
“Leo, listen to your wife, I’ll be okay, the talk won’t be too long, I promise.” She kisses him before telling Festus to take Leo away.
"Thats funny." he says, a black blade forming as he stalks twoards Theren.
As he's taken away he starts to cry. THe alternate Leo has his fire burning in waves
She tries to tackle them again, and get the blade out of their hands, “No!” Str:23
Ana begins walking towards them, a genuinely sad look on her face, “Leo, tell me what she was like, was she just like me?”
When she touches him shes hit with another wave of images, this time of herself, in multiple timelines dying. Saving Oliver, dying in battle to him. Over and over and over.
"She was perfect in every way..." he snarls
She doesn’t stop, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she continues to try and stop them, her resolve growing firm as she tries to stop them enough for someone being able to actually stop them.
“If that were true, do you still blame her for leaving you?” She asks, looking at them softly, reaching up a hand, but not touching them.
She hears a powerful command in her head. "Duck."
He backs away. "I blame Father." he snarls
She does as the command tells her to, dropping lower than she already was, concerned.
“I won’t pry, but please, I don’t want to lose my Leo like you lost your Ana, I just… please…” Tears form in her eyes.
The theren that shes holding onto goes flying. Theren is standing there, clutching a wound in his side. "Oh....whoops..." he mumbles
"Father made me into this! STOLE ME AWAY FROM YOU! IM NOTHING BUT MACHINE ANYMORE!"
She reaches for the wound as their side, assessing how bad it is, and what she would need to do to heal it, “Explain Theren, we don’t got much time I’m guessing.”
“Leo, would your Ana want you doing this? Even if you aren’t mine, I love you, please, just… all I ask is to have my husband and live in peace with him.”
The wound is bad but his blood is clotting. "Right about that. From what ive gathered, evil me. Infused with the Nameless God. Which aint good. Aint good at all."
"HE NEEDS TO FEEL MY PAIN! HES THE ONLY ONE THAT DOESNT KNOW OUR PAIN! HES THE ONLY HAPPY ONE OF US!"
She helps the healing along, not much, but she does what she can “Definitely not, the orphanage is more fortified than out here, ya got any stronger allies than me?”
“Honey, if you were the only one happy, the only Leo happy with your Ana, would you want to know their pain?” She asks softly, looking into their eyes.
The wound is bad but his blood is clotting. "Right about that. From what ive gathered, evil me. Infused with the Nameless God. Which aint good. Aint good at all."
"HE NEEDS TO FEEL MY PAIN! HES THE ONLY ONE THAT DOESNT KNOW OUR PAIN! HES THE ONLY HAPPY ONE OF US!"
She helps the healing along, not much, but she does what she can “Definitely not, the orphanage is more fortified than out here, ya got any stronger allies than me?”
“Honey, if you were the only one happy, the only Leo happy with your Ana, would you want to know their pain?” She asks softly, looking into their eyes.
"My wife, but i aint brining her here. Leo and Phoenix are pretty strong but they've got the same problem i do. Everyone else has their own life." he sighs, breathing through the pain
"NO! BUT I'M NOT HAPPY, AM I?"
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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.
Oris chirps in response. "Ah." Beagoji mumbles. "So, you a cook? Most wouldn't spend so much time and effort on a rat."
"That's good." He looks down at the floor. "If you met a demon, how would you know?"
"Awesome! I also learned a little bit of other magic. I'm not amazing at it yet, but I can fix stuff really well." He fidgets a bit, seemingly self-conscious. He looks at his reflection in the water. "Maybe it's too casual. I like the bath robe and sunglasses, but the rest might be a bit much."
"Owlin folk love rats, mice, voles, small sort of critters. We aren't much different from our owl-like cousins," he explains.
"I do not think I would know. Why? Have you met one?" she asks, raising a brow.
"You seem to do well at the moment." Samaritan says "Also, I enjoy the outfit. It compliments the skin tone you have chosen and looks very comfortable."
"I see." (I don't really know what to do here.)
"What would you call a living creature from another plane made of evil and made to cause harm?" He asks, ignoring her questions.
He looks uncertain, but nods. "I need to learn art, too, so I can be a warrior-poet. And I should also learn how to fight sometime." (Hero Forge)
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She makes a surprised noise, smiling gently down at them, “I am? Didn’t know, thanks fer tellin’ me. What does that mean?” She asks curiously.
When she touches him shes hit with another wave of images, this time of herself, in multiple timelines dying. Saving Oliver, dying in battle to him. Over and over and over.
"She was perfect in every way..." he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Oris chirps in response. "Ah." Beagoji mumbles. "So, you a cook? Most wouldn't spend so much time and effort on a rat."
"That's good." He looks down at the floor. "If you met a demon, how would you know?"
"Awesome! I also learned a little bit of other magic. I'm not amazing at it yet, but I can fix stuff really well." He fidgets a bit, seemingly self-conscious. He looks at his reflection in the water. "Maybe it's too casual. I like the bath robe and sunglasses, but the rest might be a bit much."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She doesn’t stop, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she continues to try and stop them, her resolve growing firm as she tries to stop them enough for someone being able to actually stop them.
“If that were true, do you still blame her for leaving you?” She asks, looking at them softly, reaching up a hand, but not touching them.
"It means no one can steal you without me knowing. It also means I'm allowed to sit or sleep on you whenever I want." He rolls onto his back, exposing his blubbery belly. "You're very precious. I'm glad I got you before another dragon did."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She hears a powerful command in her head. "Duck."
He backs away. "I blame Father." he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She nods and stares at it. She walks over to a basket and wraps it up in a cloth, saving it for later.
"Riotan. Snakey-sort of demon." he explains.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She begins to scratch their belly, assuming that’s what they want, smiling down at them happily, “An’ yer very precious too, look at ya, gonna be the greatest dragon in the world, I bet. I wouldn’t let myself get stolen from ya, especially not now.”
"Owlin folk love rats, mice, voles, small sort of critters. We aren't much different from our owl-like cousins," he explains.
"I do not think I would know. Why? Have you met one?" she asks, raising a brow.
"You seem to do well at the moment." Samaritan says "Also, I enjoy the outfit. It compliments the skin tone you have chosen and looks very comfortable."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She does as the command tells her to, dropping lower than she already was, concerned.
“I won’t pry, but please, I don’t want to lose my Leo like you lost your Ana, I just… please…” Tears form in her eyes.
He cracks his neck with his remaining hand, “Hope you enjoy it, anyway, how is your day going? I hope it’s going well, I do like when you’re happy.”
“A demon? Aren’t you a devil?” He asks, “I’ve been reading up on the war between the two species.”
The theren that shes holding onto goes flying. Theren is standing there, clutching a wound in his side. "Oh....whoops..." he mumbles
"Father made me into this! STOLE ME AWAY FROM YOU! IM NOTHING BUT MACHINE ANYMORE!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She reaches for the wound as their side, assessing how bad it is, and what she would need to do to heal it, “Explain Theren, we don’t got much time I’m guessing.”
“Leo, would your Ana want you doing this? Even if you aren’t mine, I love you, please, just… all I ask is to have my husband and live in peace with him.”
The wound is bad but his blood is clotting. "Right about that. From what ive gathered, evil me. Infused with the Nameless God. Which aint good. Aint good at all."
"HE NEEDS TO FEEL MY PAIN! HES THE ONLY ONE THAT DOESNT KNOW OUR PAIN! HES THE ONLY HAPPY ONE OF US!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I am content at the moment, if that makes you happy," she says, shrugging, "trying to anyways."
"I am. I used to kill people like him but those days are far behind me." he said "I was apart of the blood wars y'know, killed families, killed children.. I am no longer that person.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Good, because I'd find you and save you, and whoever stole you would be really sorry, and I'd have to write another stern apology letter." His scales are very soft. Probably not even knife-proof at this stage. He smells like scented soap and candles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Well, thanks! Little guy gonna be unstoppable now. How's things been going for ya?'
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She helps the healing along, not much, but she does what she can “Definitely not, the orphanage is more fortified than out here, ya got any stronger allies than me?”
“Honey, if you were the only one happy, the only Leo happy with your Ana, would you want to know their pain?” She asks softly, looking into their eyes.
"My wife, but i aint brining her here. Leo and Phoenix are pretty strong but they've got the same problem i do. Everyone else has their own life." he sighs, breathing through the pain
"NO! BUT I'M NOT HAPPY, AM I?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I see." (I don't really know what to do here.)
"What would you call a living creature from another plane made of evil and made to cause harm?" He asks, ignoring her questions.
He looks uncertain, but nods. "I need to learn art, too, so I can be a warrior-poet. And I should also learn how to fight sometime." (Hero Forge)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.