He puts down his instrument after another moment, crossing his legs, "Such is the cruel way of the world, irony is it's finest tool, made for breaking us down."
*and you're the one saying them.*
"Indeed, i've finally accepted who I am and now I can't live with my family anymore..'
*Thank you for catching me, you're the best. Wanna rp on Halfblood?*
"Any family who wont accept[t you for who you are is no family at all, but that is wisdom that has been repeated throughout ages."
*I indeed do, I also would like to do a PM rp between aeris and atlas if you don't mind*
"I have no choice but to be exiled or live in the outcast tribe. I prefer here, my girlfriend is here."
*I would be totally fine with that, if you want to.*
"Someone that actually cares about you, good to hear. There is a saying I once heard, true words. May I tell you it?"
"Of course you may."
"If a child is raised without feeling the love of it's village, they will burn that village down to feel it's warmth." He says, shaking his head, "An unfortunately true principle on both sides."
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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.'
*Time to play a new character! Don't know if I wanna give him a Nightmare or anything just yet.*
The way of a wanderer is an arduous journey, made by those with no true home, searching for something far from being found, and so, they look. Stepping across the world, in search of answers to questions unknown. A wanderer makes their way to Lord's Point, though not by the usual town entrance.
The waves of the beach crash against the shore in a consistent melody of the ocean, and out of those beautiful and unrelenting waves seems to walk out someone. Dressed in a Kamono of soft sky blues and detailed with tanned trims, making an image across his back, a symbol of a sun setting over a turbulent ocean, somehow completely dry despite the water all around them. Their face is hidden by straw formed Kasa, though their bluish skin and seaweed green hair tells that they are a Sea Elf. Two blades rest on their belt of equal length, others resting on his other side, though those two seem to be his main ones, the top of the hilts and sheaths glowing with translucent light, flickering with power hidden from knowing. He's tall, not especially so, but tall nonetheless, and the same of his fitness, built as most other Elves are, more made of dexterity and elegance rather than overwhelming power. He sits down on a rock, taking out an instrument, A Ruan, also completely dry as he faces the ocean, beginning to pluck the strings in eerily beautiful tones, matching each crash of water against the rocks with his fingers.
A mechanical man-fox creature watches from just beyond the beach. He fiddles with his claws, dressed like an office worker with a partially opened shirt and a bridal robe for some reason. He slowly, steadily begins to dance along with the music. His movements are both graceful and mechanical, much like an insect.
"If a child is raised without feeling the love of it's village, they will burn that village down to feel it's warmth." He says, shaking his head, "An unfortunately true principle on both sides."
"Untrue in my case, I was loved by my tribe, but now I am no longer a man, and I will not be allowed back in."
“That proves you better than your tribe, if that were true they would have accepted the change, no matter how drastic it is to them.”
*Time to play a new character! Don't know if I wanna give him a Nightmare or anything just yet.*
The way of a wanderer is an arduous journey, made by those with no true home, searching for something far from being found, and so, they look. Stepping across the world, in search of answers to questions unknown. A wanderer makes their way to Lord's Point, though not by the usual town entrance.
The waves of the beach crash against the shore in a consistent melody of the ocean, and out of those beautiful and unrelenting waves seems to walk out someone. Dressed in a Kamono of soft sky blues and detailed with tanned trims, making an image across his back, a symbol of a sun setting over a turbulent ocean, somehow completely dry despite the water all around them. Their face is hidden by straw formed Kasa, though their bluish skin and seaweed green hair tells that they are a Sea Elf. Two blades rest on their belt of equal length, others resting on his other side, though those two seem to be his main ones, the top of the hilts and sheaths glowing with translucent light, flickering with power hidden from knowing. He's tall, not especially so, but tall nonetheless, and the same of his fitness, built as most other Elves are, more made of dexterity and elegance rather than overwhelming power. He sits down on a rock, taking out an instrument, A Ruan, also completely dry as he faces the ocean, beginning to pluck the strings in eerily beautiful tones, matching each crash of water against the rocks with his fingers.
A mechanical man-fox creature watches from just beyond the beach. He fiddles with his claws, dressed like an office worker with a partially opened shirt and a bridal robe for some reason. He slowly, steadily begins to dance along with the music. His movements are both graceful and mechanical, much like an insect.
He laughs, though not looking at them, moving a hand off to gesture them over to join him on the edge of the beach. Eventually he turns back and raises his head, showing a gentle smile on his handsome face.
"If a child is raised without feeling the love of it's village, they will burn that village down to feel it's warmth." He says, shaking his head, "An unfortunately true principle on both sides."
"Untrue in my case, I was loved by my tribe, but now I am no longer a man, and I will not be allowed back in."
“That proves you better than your tribe, if that were true they would have accepted the change, no matter how drastic it is to them.”
"It's... like catholicism, strict and un-bending."
*Over 140,000 posts!*
“Ah, so it’s… Nevermind, I understand your meaning. I only wish that wasn’t true, for your sake. I don’t believe I’ve heard your name?”
He waves back, then does a little twirl as he enters the tavern, then holds out a hand for Jax to take.
he politely declines, showing them a ring on his left paw. "Got a wife, don't know that she'd take too kindly to that. Sorry, friend.*
"Ah. I see. Do you assume me to be a romantic?" He tilts his head slightly as he lowers his long arm, his motors and servos whirring gently. His other hand twitches and fidgets constantly, but he doesn't sound nervous. "It is a fair assumption."
"If a child is raised without feeling the love of it's village, they will burn that village down to feel it's warmth." He says, shaking his head, "An unfortunately true principle on both sides."
"Untrue in my case, I was loved by my tribe, but now I am no longer a man, and I will not be allowed back in."
“That proves you better than your tribe, if that were true they would have accepted the change, no matter how drastic it is to them.”
"It's... like catholicism, strict and un-bending."
*Over 140,000 posts!*
“Ah, so it’s… Nevermind, I understand your meaning. I only wish that wasn’t true, for your sake. I don’t believe I’ve heard your name?”
"I didn't catch yours either, I am Seasha of the sandpaw tribe."
*we need to get lives..*
*This is our lives, which isn’t saying much.*
“Uzui, it is a pleasure to meet you Seasha.” He smiles at them once more.
A mechanical man-fox creature watches from just beyond the beach. He fiddles with his claws, dressed like an office worker with a partially opened shirt and a bridal robe for some reason. He slowly, steadily begins to dance along with the music. His movements are both graceful and mechanical, much like an insect.
He laughs, though not looking at them, moving a hand off to gesture them over to join him on the edge of the beach. Eventually he turns back and raises his head, showing a gentle smile on his handsome face.
The construct dashes over, his footsteps heavy on the sand. He twirls and bows. "Alwin Grouper, at your service."
"Ah. I see. Do you assume me to be a romantic?" He tilts his head slightly as he lowers his long arm, his motors and servos whirring gently. His other hand twitches and fidgets constantly, but he doesn't sound nervous. "It is a fair assumption."
"I just didn't wanna see it as a friendly guesture, accept it, and then it not be. Sorry about that." he holds out a hand, this time to shake. "Name's Jax, I keep the streets in this town clean of those with bounties."
The machine shakes it firmly. "Alwin Grouper, son of the legendary industrialist." He stands at almost eight feet tall, a desperate attempt to be proportional despite his industrial strength components. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Jax."
A mechanical man-fox creature watches from just beyond the beach. He fiddles with his claws, dressed like an office worker with a partially opened shirt and a bridal robe for some reason. He slowly, steadily begins to dance along with the music. His movements are both graceful and mechanical, much like an insect.
He laughs, though not looking at them, moving a hand off to gesture them over to join him on the edge of the beach. Eventually he turns back and raises his head, showing a gentle smile on his handsome face.
The construct dashes over, his footsteps heavy on the sand. He twirls and bows. "Alwin Grouper, at your service."
He returns the bow, tipping his hat with that smile of his “Uzui, and you are far from my service, you seem too good for it.”
The machine shakes it firmly. "Alwin Grouper, son of the legendary industrialist." He stands at almost eight feet tall, a desperate attempt to be proportional despite his industrial strength components. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Jax."
"Grouper, huh? Can't say I haven't heard the name, a pleasure. Whatcha doin all the way out here in our corner of the world?"
"This is where my parents met. I've never been here before, so I wanted to come here and maybe learn more about him. I think his walking factory might still be here, but it would have been run down for a while even with the maintenance constructs. You need real people to keep a machine running forever."
"If a child is raised without feeling the love of it's village, they will burn that village down to feel it's warmth." He says, shaking his head, "An unfortunately true principle on both sides."
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.)
A mechanical man-fox creature watches from just beyond the beach. He fiddles with his claws, dressed like an office worker with a partially opened shirt and a bridal robe for some reason. He slowly, steadily begins to dance along with the music. His movements are both graceful and mechanical, much like an insect.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“That proves you better than your tribe, if that were true they would have accepted the change, no matter how drastic it is to them.”
He laughs, though not looking at them, moving a hand off to gesture them over to join him on the edge of the beach. Eventually he turns back and raises his head, showing a gentle smile on his handsome face.
*Over 140,000 posts!*
“Ah, so it’s… Nevermind, I understand your meaning. I only wish that wasn’t true, for your sake. I don’t believe I’ve heard your name?”
"Ah. I see. Do you assume me to be a romantic?" He tilts his head slightly as he lowers his long arm, his motors and servos whirring gently. His other hand twitches and fidgets constantly, but he doesn't sound nervous. "It is a fair assumption."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*This is our lives, which isn’t saying much.*
“Uzui, it is a pleasure to meet you Seasha.” He smiles at them once more.
The construct dashes over, his footsteps heavy on the sand. He twirls and bows. "Alwin Grouper, at your service."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The machine shakes it firmly. "Alwin Grouper, son of the legendary industrialist." He stands at almost eight feet tall, a desperate attempt to be proportional despite his industrial strength components. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Jax."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He returns the bow, tipping his hat with that smile of his “Uzui, and you are far from my service, you seem too good for it.”
“Would you like me to continue to music? Or are you enjoying your silence connected to the waves?” He asks, smiling.
"This is where my parents met. I've never been here before, so I wanted to come here and maybe learn more about him. I think his walking factory might still be here, but it would have been run down for a while even with the maintenance constructs. You need real people to keep a machine running forever."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I am so done with everything...*
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