*I have been summoned once again. Would anyone amongst thou like to rp?*
*I am still here as I once was before, if you are interested in rping with me at all.*
*I'd love to rp with you, if you'd like! Any particular character(s) you want?*
*Whoever you feel like playing is perfectly fine with me, I just wanna rp honestly.*
*Works with me. Now, where did I put them... Ah, here you go. Take your pick!*
Omori is in the forest, visibly happy to be surrounded by nature again, just lying down in the grass and taking it all in.
Mavis is on the opposite side of the forest, holding her Gunlance and shield as she follows the tracks of some monster with myriad insect-like legs- whatever it is, it's nothing like what she's seen in her books.
The Architect is at the end of those tracks, the carcass of an elk in her talons. Her mask splits open vertically into a serrated maw, with which she tears off chunks of flesh and swallows them whole.
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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)
*I have been summoned once again. Would anyone amongst thou like to rp?*
*I am still here as I once was before, if you are interested in rping with me at all.*
*I'd love to rp with you, if you'd like! Any particular character(s) you want?*
*Whoever you feel like playing is perfectly fine with me, I just wanna rp honestly.*
*Works with me. Now, where did I put them... Ah, here you go. Take your pick!*
Omori is in the forest, visibly happy to be surrounded by nature again, just lying down in the grass and taking it all in.
Mavis is on the opposite side of the forest, holding her Gunlance and shield as she follows the tracks of some monster with myriad insect-like legs- whatever it is, it's nothing like what she's seen in her books.
Merabelle walks over, a heart in each of her hands, after feeding the rest of the kids, sitting down next to them and offering them the heart.
As a senior hunter, Thorfinn had to accompany them along, mainly because he wants to see a cool new monster, and also doesn't want Mavis to die on a hunt like many hunters have before when going after something they've never heard of.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I have been summoned once again. Would anyone amongst thou like to rp?*
*I am still here as I once was before, if you are interested in rping with me at all.*
*I'd love to rp with you, if you'd like! Any particular character(s) you want?*
*Whoever you feel like playing is perfectly fine with me, I just wanna rp honestly.*
*Works with me. Now, where did I put them... Ah, here you go. Take your pick!*
Omori is in the forest, visibly happy to be surrounded by nature again, just lying down in the grass and taking it all in.
Mavis is on the opposite side of the forest, holding her Gunlance and shield as she follows the tracks of some monster with myriad insect-like legs- whatever it is, it's nothing like what she's seen in her books.
Merabelle walks over, a heart in each of her hands, after feeding the rest of the kids, sitting down next to them and offering them the heart.
As a senior hunter, Thorfinn had to accompany them along, mainly because he wants to see a cool new monster, and also doesn't want Mavis to die on a hunt like many hunters have before when going after something they've never heard of.
She takes the heart, holding it in both hands as she looks up at the sky. "Thank you." She says, pausing a moment to take a breath of the crisp forest air. "It's good to be back." She adds, before taking a bite of the heart.
Mavis pauses a moment, looking up at the snapped branches on the upper parts of the trees nearby. "Whatever this thing is, it's big." She says to no one in particular, keeping her Gunlance close as she follows the trail. "Have you seen anything like this before?"
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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)
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
She takes the heart, holding it in both hands as she looks up at the sky. "Thank you." She says, pausing a moment to take a breath of the crisp forest air. "It's good to be back." She adds, before taking a bite of the heart.
Mavis pauses a moment, looking up at the snapped branches on the upper parts of the trees nearby. "Whatever this thing is, it's big." She says to no one in particular, keeping her Gunlance close as she follows the trail. "Have you seen anything like this before?"
She takes a deep breath, sitting with her daughter as she looks down at the ground, "Sweetheart, ya ain't my first daughter, my first kid as a whole, I hope that ain't bother ya." She says, before eating her own heart whole.
He holds his Switch axe close to his own chest, currently in the form of a sword and shield as he prepares himself, taking deep breaths as he continues to walk "Insect like stuff, yeah, but nothing like whatever this thing is." His hands remain as firm as his resolve, "We've got it under control."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She takes the heart, holding it in both hands as she looks up at the sky. "Thank you." She says, pausing a moment to take a breath of the crisp forest air. "It's good to be back." She adds, before taking a bite of the heart.
Mavis pauses a moment, looking up at the snapped branches on the upper parts of the trees nearby. "Whatever this thing is, it's big." She says to no one in particular, keeping her Gunlance close as she follows the trail. "Have you seen anything like this before?"
She takes a deep breath, sitting with her daughter as she looks down at the ground, "Sweetheart, ya ain't my first daughter, my first kid as a whole, I hope that ain't bother ya." She says, before eating her own heart whole.
He holds his Switch axe close to his own chest, currently in the form of a sword and shield as he prepares himself, taking deep breaths as he continues to walk "Insect like stuff, yeah, but nothing like whatever this thing is." His hands remain as firm as his resolve, "We've got it under control."
"It doesn't bother me at all, no. What matters to me is that I'm your kid- doesn't matter if I'm first or last, eldest or youngest." She responds, before taking another bite of the heart.
"Yeah... we've got this." She says, partially to calm her nerves. Had she decided to search for it alone, she'd have turned back by now. Still though, she quietly continues following the trail of whatever nightmarish creature this thing is.
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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)
She takes the heart, holding it in both hands as she looks up at the sky. "Thank you." She says, pausing a moment to take a breath of the crisp forest air. "It's good to be back." She adds, before taking a bite of the heart.
Mavis pauses a moment, looking up at the snapped branches on the upper parts of the trees nearby. "Whatever this thing is, it's big." She says to no one in particular, keeping her Gunlance close as she follows the trail. "Have you seen anything like this before?"
She takes a deep breath, sitting with her daughter as she looks down at the ground, "Sweetheart, ya ain't my first daughter, my first kid as a whole, I hope that ain't bother ya." She says, before eating her own heart whole.
He holds his Switch axe close to his own chest, currently in the form of a sword and shield as he prepares himself, taking deep breaths as he continues to walk "Insect like stuff, yeah, but nothing like whatever this thing is." His hands remain as firm as his resolve, "We've got it under control."
"It doesn't bother me at all, no. What matters to me is that I'm your kid- doesn't matter if I'm first or last, eldest or youngest." She responds, before taking another bite of the heart.
"Yeah... we've got this." She says, partially to calm her nerves. Had she decided to search for it alone, she'd have turned back by now. Still though, she quietly continues following the trail of whatever nightmarish creature this thing is.
She sighs, happy with that answer, "An' I'm happy yer my kid, I love ya with all my heart I can spare ta give ta ya." She says, wrapping one arm around them in a loving hug, smiling bright.
Thorfinn makes sure to use all the experience of his tracking skills to learn anything they can before encountering the creature directly, holding his blade so tight that his blood seems to softly drip to the ground, "Don't worry, we will protect each other."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She takes the heart, holding it in both hands as she looks up at the sky. "Thank you." She says, pausing a moment to take a breath of the crisp forest air. "It's good to be back." She adds, before taking a bite of the heart.
Mavis pauses a moment, looking up at the snapped branches on the upper parts of the trees nearby. "Whatever this thing is, it's big." She says to no one in particular, keeping her Gunlance close as she follows the trail. "Have you seen anything like this before?"
She takes a deep breath, sitting with her daughter as she looks down at the ground, "Sweetheart, ya ain't my first daughter, my first kid as a whole, I hope that ain't bother ya." She says, before eating her own heart whole.
He holds his Switch axe close to his own chest, currently in the form of a sword and shield as he prepares himself, taking deep breaths as he continues to walk "Insect like stuff, yeah, but nothing like whatever this thing is." His hands remain as firm as his resolve, "We've got it under control."
"It doesn't bother me at all, no. What matters to me is that I'm your kid- doesn't matter if I'm first or last, eldest or youngest." She responds, before taking another bite of the heart.
"Yeah... we've got this." She says, partially to calm her nerves. Had she decided to search for it alone, she'd have turned back by now. Still though, she quietly continues following the trail of whatever nightmarish creature this thing is.
She sighs, happy with that answer, "An' I'm happy yer my kid, I love ya with all my heart I can spare ta give ta ya." She says, wrapping one arm around them in a loving hug, smiling bright.
Thorfinn makes sure to use all the experience of his tracking skills to learn anything they can before encountering the creature directly, holding his blade so tight that his blood seems to softly drip to the ground, "Don't worry, we will protect each other."
She leans into the hug, a little joyful laugh escaping her. "I love ya too, Mom. I'm happy you let me be your kid." She responds.
Thorfinn finds a few drops of some inky black fluid in the soil near a briar bush- possibly the creature's blood, but it's hard to say for certain. Mavis inches a bit forward on the path, looking out from behind some shrubbery, and briefly seeing it. She almost immediately ducks back out of sight. "I saw it." She whispers to him. "It's right there."
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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)
Amatarou is designing himself a new exterior layer. It looks like a cat, but he can't decide on the colors.
Amicus is watching him design the new exterior with interest, sticking close to the shadows as to not interrupt him.
He doesn't turn to look. but he holds up a drawing of a more human-looking design. Thin, blonde, and very normal. "What do you think, Amicus? It doesn't seem as approachable as I would like, but some people are more comfortable with humans than cats or bees."
She leans into the hug, a little joyful laugh escaping her. "I love ya too, Mom. I'm happy you let me be your kid." She responds.
Thorfinn finds a few drops of some inky black fluid in the soil near a briar bush- possibly the creature's blood, but it's hard to say for certain. Mavis inches a bit forward on the path, looking out from behind some shrubbery, and briefly seeing it. She almost immediately ducks back out of sight. "I saw it." She whispers to him. "It's right there."
She pats their shoulder, before pulling back from the hug, feeling a little weak still from all the dark magic pumping through her veins, but she keeps up a brave face for her, "How've yer studies been goin'?"
He cuts into the bushery after them, hiding from sight and taking his shield off of his back, taking a deep breath, "I'll circle around, you stay right here. It might not even be hostile, we need to make sure it is before doing anything else."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I'd love to rp with you, if you'd like! Any particular character(s) you want?*
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)
*Whoever you feel like playing is perfectly fine with me, I just wanna rp honestly.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Works with me. Now, where did I put them... Ah, here you go. Take your pick!*
Omori is in the forest, visibly happy to be surrounded by nature again, just lying down in the grass and taking it all in.
Mavis is on the opposite side of the forest, holding her Gunlance and shield as she follows the tracks of some monster with myriad insect-like legs- whatever it is, it's nothing like what she's seen in her books.
The Architect is at the end of those tracks, the carcass of an elk in her talons. Her mask splits open vertically into a serrated maw, with which she tears off chunks of flesh and swallows them whole.
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)
Merabelle walks over, a heart in each of her hands, after feeding the rest of the kids, sitting down next to them and offering them the heart.
As a senior hunter, Thorfinn had to accompany them along, mainly because he wants to see a cool new monster, and also doesn't want Mavis to die on a hunt like many hunters have before when going after something they've never heard of.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She takes the heart, holding it in both hands as she looks up at the sky. "Thank you." She says, pausing a moment to take a breath of the crisp forest air. "It's good to be back." She adds, before taking a bite of the heart.
Mavis pauses a moment, looking up at the snapped branches on the upper parts of the trees nearby. "Whatever this thing is, it's big." She says to no one in particular, keeping her Gunlance close as she follows the trail. "Have you seen anything like this before?"
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)
(hi Yvonne)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
She takes a deep breath, sitting with her daughter as she looks down at the ground, "Sweetheart, ya ain't my first daughter, my first kid as a whole, I hope that ain't bother ya." She says, before eating her own heart whole.
He holds his Switch axe close to his own chest, currently in the form of a sword and shield as he prepares himself, taking deep breaths as he continues to walk "Insect like stuff, yeah, but nothing like whatever this thing is." His hands remain as firm as his resolve, "We've got it under control."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Amatarou is designing himself a new exterior layer. It looks like a cat, but he can't decide on the colors.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"It doesn't bother me at all, no. What matters to me is that I'm your kid- doesn't matter if I'm first or last, eldest or youngest." She responds, before taking another bite of the heart.
"Yeah... we've got this." She says, partially to calm her nerves. Had she decided to search for it alone, she'd have turned back by now. Still though, she quietly continues following the trail of whatever nightmarish creature this thing is.
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)
Amicus is watching him design the new exterior with interest, sticking close to the shadows as to not interrupt him.
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 sighs, happy with that answer, "An' I'm happy yer my kid, I love ya with all my heart I can spare ta give ta ya." She says, wrapping one arm around them in a loving hug, smiling bright.
Thorfinn makes sure to use all the experience of his tracking skills to learn anything they can before encountering the creature directly, holding his blade so tight that his blood seems to softly drip to the ground, "Don't worry, we will protect each other."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She leans into the hug, a little joyful laugh escaping her. "I love ya too, Mom. I'm happy you let me be your kid." She responds.
Thorfinn finds a few drops of some inky black fluid in the soil near a briar bush- possibly the creature's blood, but it's hard to say for certain. Mavis inches a bit forward on the path, looking out from behind some shrubbery, and briefly seeing it. She almost immediately ducks back out of sight. "I saw it." She whispers to him. "It's right there."
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)
*Hello Salem, good to see thee.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He doesn't turn to look. but he holds up a drawing of a more human-looking design. Thin, blonde, and very normal. "What do you think, Amicus? It doesn't seem as approachable as I would like, but some people are more comfortable with humans than cats or bees."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She pats their shoulder, before pulling back from the hug, feeling a little weak still from all the dark magic pumping through her veins, but she keeps up a brave face for her, "How've yer studies been goin'?"
He cuts into the bushery after them, hiding from sight and taking his shield off of his back, taking a deep breath, "I'll circle around, you stay right here. It might not even be hostile, we need to make sure it is before doing anything else."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I would love to rp, and I don't have a preference how, what about you? New? Continue? You must've seen my intro on your thread.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)