'They're pretty sweet, ya can usually find them in the bigger towns, but there might be a couple here, if ya go searching the trash heaps and back alleys. They seem to like me'
She closes her eyes, stretching her shoulders and muscles, “Maybe I’ll go lookin’ fer one ‘er two,” She closes her eyes, going to sleep.
'Yeah, maybe tomorrow. Who knows, ya might dream of one'
Drilin curls up in his hammock, also ready to go sleep
The most common definition of death describes it as - The end of life for a person or organism, where once was life, it has reached its end.
A chill slowly spreads through the town, beginning soft, almost natural as the day turns to night, but it grows in waves becoming cold, and eventually reaching a state of becoming frigid along with the rhythmic sound of boots tapping against the cobblestones beneath them. Walking through a mist made by the chill is a single man, or at least that’s what most people see. The man appears to be an adventurer or something similar, wearing soft clothes and a white hooded cloak to cover it all. The cloak billows in the breeze. For those with high spiritual sensitivity, trodding alongside the man is an arctic fox with nine tails, or more accurately, a Nightmare taking the form of an arctic fox, each of its steps leaving little paw prints made of ice on the ground. They don’t seem to have a destination in mind, walking simply to walk, the man’s breath leaving little clouds of cold air where he goes.
“Yohan, last names don’t matter, what’s yours?” He asks, walking beside them, resting the trident on both of his shoulders.
“No you’re not, you are allowed to have feelings, and thank you for telling me how you feel, I’ll try to be better.”
He smiles back at them, lying down on the bed next to them, rubbing their side with a strong hand, “I hope you like your surprise.”
"Domino." she says simply, humming.
He cuts the connection and lies down, falling asleep immediately
She whips her head around, confused. "What?.." eventually she spots the harp, beaming. "Oh my God, Gin.. did you make this??"
He stops for a moment, “Deja vu, like I’ve heard that name before… I can’t remember where though. Doesn’t matter.” He goes back to walking.
She lets them, sitting at her desk and going back to working without panicking.
“I did accidentally cut myself a few times while making it, but yes, and it’s yours. From what I can tell, you like it?” He asks, though he knows the answer.
She shrugs. "Your name is pretty."
Good end, owt else?)
"Then I am sorry for yelling at you."
*Of course I do, also, I introed a new character if you want them too.*
He shrugs with them, “Your name is too, and so are you.” He begins walking again.
“Don’t be, you were worried about me, because I’m not the smartest.” He kisses them.
“Yohan, last names don’t matter, what’s yours?” He asks, walking beside them, resting the trident on both of his shoulders.
“No you’re not, you are allowed to have feelings, and thank you for telling me how you feel, I’ll try to be better.”
He smiles back at them, lying down on the bed next to them, rubbing their side with a strong hand, “I hope you like your surprise.”
"Domino." she says simply, humming.
He cuts the connection and lies down, falling asleep immediately
She whips her head around, confused. "What?.." eventually she spots the harp, beaming. "Oh my God, Gin.. did you make this??"
He stops for a moment, “Deja vu, like I’ve heard that name before… I can’t remember where though. Doesn’t matter.” He goes back to walking.
She lets them, sitting at her desk and going back to working without panicking.
“I did accidentally cut myself a few times while making it, but yes, and it’s yours. From what I can tell, you like it?” He asks, though he knows the answer.
She shrugs. "Your name is pretty."
Good end, owt else?)
"Then I am sorry for yelling at you."
*Of course I do, also, I introed a new character if you want them too.*
He shrugs with them, “Your name is too, and so are you.” He begins walking again.
“Don’t be, you were worried about me, because I’m not the smartest.” He kisses them.
The man is being stalked by River, solely based on the presence of the nightmare
"Your crown is glorious... I think I'll take it." She says as she falls back behind him and puts her arms around his throat, silencing him
She kisses back and lays next to them, beaming.
The man seems to know he’s being followed but doesn’t much care, nor does his Nightmare as they pad along.
He begins to choke, eyes widening as he slowly begins to realizing the situation. The water around them begins to bubble as he clings to his trident.
“I’m happy you like it, truly. Would you like to do anything else today?” He asks curiously, lying on his back.
*None of my characters appeal to me right now, so I'm kind of sad.*
*Well that sucks, because I like all of your characters, and I just introed my Nightmare guy.*
*I saw. Seems pretty powerful to freeze an entire town.*
*Well that’s more of a projection thing, it’s easy to make air really cold when there isn’t a lot stopping it. He couldn’t do that on… say a summer day in Texas.*
*Good place to end, nice one Dutch.+
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Oh looks it’s a rat, (racks shotgun)*
*Character intro.*
The most common definition of death describes it as - The end of life for a person or organism, where once was life, it has reached its end.
A chill slowly spreads through the town, beginning soft, almost natural as the day turns to night, but it grows in waves becoming cold, and eventually reaching a state of becoming frigid along with the rhythmic sound of boots tapping against the cobblestones beneath them. Walking through a mist made by the chill is a single man, or at least that’s what most people see. The man appears to be an adventurer or something similar, wearing soft clothes and a white hooded cloak to cover it all. The cloak billows in the breeze. For those with high spiritual sensitivity, trodding alongside the man is an arctic fox with nine tails, or more accurately, a Nightmare taking the form of an arctic fox, each of its steps leaving little paw prints made of ice on the ground. They don’t seem to have a destination in mind, walking simply to walk, the man’s breath leaving little clouds of cold air where he goes.
“Fair enough. Know the due date?”
Rio smiles in turn, far wider than is comfortable to look at.
“Where’d you get that?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*mood*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*None of my characters appeal to me right now, so I'm kind of sad.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Of course I do, also, I introed a new character if you want them too.*
He shrugs with them, “Your name is too, and so are you.” He begins walking again.
“Don’t be, you were worried about me, because I’m not the smartest.” He kisses them.
“I could, but not easily.”
He says nothing. A very loud nothing, if that makes sense.
“Oh. What were the circumstances?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Well that sucks, because I like all of your characters, and I just introed my Nightmare guy.*
*I saw. Seems pretty powerful to freeze an entire town.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The man seems to know he’s being followed but doesn’t much care, nor does his Nightmare as they pad along.
He begins to choke, eyes widening as he slowly begins to realizing the situation. The water around them begins to bubble as he clings to his trident.
“I’m happy you like it, truly. Would you like to do anything else today?” He asks curiously, lying on his back.
*Well that’s more of a projection thing, it’s easy to make air really cold when there isn’t a lot stopping it. He couldn’t do that on… say a summer day in Texas.*
*Cut for Salem.*
The two of them turn over to look at them, the Nightmare fully and the man with one eye, both of their gazes cold, but smiles warm.
He drops his trident from the heat, continuing to choke as he tries to break out of their grip, speaking as much as he can, “He… deserved it…”
He leans against them, clinging against them, listening to them play, “Good, I love you, Tonya.”