"That sounds wonderful, friend- er, rival. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two!" He chuckles.
"Friend, rival, same difference. Maybe you will too, after I beat you." He smiles, patting their shoulder.
"I certainly hope so. What kind of magic do you specialize in?"
"Soul magic, don't really have a type I'm particularly good at, but I can do this." He seems to shimmer before walking straight through them, turning back to normal, "After all, I'm a Reaper."
*HE'S A BLEACH REFERENCE!*
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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.'
Again, silence. After a few seconds of thought, he speaks again. "...Remove the memory of what she has seen, and the curse will end." He responds in a brief moment of lucidity. He seems to be spending a lot of effort in order to do so, and a second later, he's gone again. "...Maybe... maybe you would understand... if you knew... if you see it..."
She closes her eyes and walks over to where they once were, hugging them tight "Thank ya fer tellin' me. I'll always be thankful fer ya, I'll make sure ta visit ya, oh, an' I'm a mom now, I've got an orphanage, I'm doin' great, I'll come visit again and tell ya all about it."
"...You're... leaving already?.." He says, two slender arms emerging from his cloak to hug her back. "...Please... let me show you..." It looks up with a few of its heads to face them, the lights swirling within. It's tempting to look, though one as strong of will as her can easily avoid doing so.
She continues to look down at the ground, before breaking the hug "I promise I'll be back, but I gotta go make sure the kids get themselves some lunch, an' especially some dinner. I'll bring a board game an' some alcohol when I come back." She curtsies before beginning to walk out, "See ya 'round Rennick."
"...Wait, you haven't..." He starts before she walks away, silent for a while. "...See you around, Merabelle..." Rennick says back, not sure if she can hear him. He slips back into its thrall a second later, turning back to work on his notes once again.
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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)
Again, silence. After a few seconds of thought, he speaks again. "...Remove the memory of what she has seen, and the curse will end." He responds in a brief moment of lucidity. He seems to be spending a lot of effort in order to do so, and a second later, he's gone again. "...Maybe... maybe you would understand... if you knew... if you see it..."
She closes her eyes and walks over to where they once were, hugging them tight "Thank ya fer tellin' me. I'll always be thankful fer ya, I'll make sure ta visit ya, oh, an' I'm a mom now, I've got an orphanage, I'm doin' great, I'll come visit again and tell ya all about it."
"...You're... leaving already?.." He says, two slender arms emerging from his cloak to hug her back. "...Please... let me show you..." It looks up with a few of its heads to face them, the lights swirling within. It's tempting to look, though one as strong of will as her can easily avoid doing so.
She continues to look down at the ground, before breaking the hug "I promise I'll be back, but I gotta go make sure the kids get themselves some lunch, an' especially some dinner. I'll bring a board game an' some alcohol when I come back." She curtsies before beginning to walk out, "See ya 'round Rennick."
"...Wait, you haven't..." He starts before she walks away, silent for a while. "...See you around, Merabelle..." Rennick says back, not sure if she can hear him. He slips back into its thrall a second later, turning back to work on his notes once again.
She stops as they speak, looking back to them for a moment, not directly at them of course, sighing "Wait, what were ya gonna say? I can wait a lil bit longer, but I ain't gonna look at ya an' see everythin', I've missed ya Rennick, an' I still trust ya."
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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 continues to look down at the ground, before breaking the hug "I promise I'll be back, but I gotta go make sure the kids get themselves some lunch, an' especially some dinner. I'll bring a board game an' some alcohol when I come back." She curtsies before beginning to walk out, "See ya 'round Rennick."
"...Wait, you haven't..." He starts before she walks away, silent for a while. "...See you around, Merabelle..." Rennick says back, not sure if she can hear him. He slips back into its thrall a second later, turning back to work on his notes once again.
She stops as they speak, looking back to them for a moment, not directly at them of course, sighing "Wait, what were ya gonna say? I can wait a lil bit longer, but I ain't gonna look at ya an' see everythin', I've missed ya Rennick, an' I still trust ya."
"...You aren't... going to..." He trails off, seemingly accepting this in spite of whatever is muddling his mind. "...Nothing important, then..." He answers, continuing his writings.
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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 continues to look down at the ground, before breaking the hug "I promise I'll be back, but I gotta go make sure the kids get themselves some lunch, an' especially some dinner. I'll bring a board game an' some alcohol when I come back." She curtsies before beginning to walk out, "See ya 'round Rennick."
"...Wait, you haven't..." He starts before she walks away, silent for a while. "...See you around, Merabelle..." Rennick says back, not sure if she can hear him. He slips back into its thrall a second later, turning back to work on his notes once again.
She stops as they speak, looking back to them for a moment, not directly at them of course, sighing "Wait, what were ya gonna say? I can wait a lil bit longer, but I ain't gonna look at ya an' see everythin', I've missed ya Rennick, an' I still trust ya."
"...You aren't... going to..." He trails off, seemingly accepting this in spite of whatever is muddling his mind. "...Nothing important, then..." He answers, continuing his writings.
She walks to the desk, putting something down in front of them, a painting of Rennick before he turned into what he is now, back when he was young. She then nods, gives them one last hug, and leaves.
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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.'
"...You aren't... going to..." He trails off, seemingly accepting this in spite of whatever is muddling his mind. "...Nothing important, then..." He answers, continuing his writings.
She walks to the desk, putting something down in front of them, a painting of Rennick before he turned into what he is now, back when he was young. She then nods, gives them one last hug, and leaves.
He picks up the painting, looking at the face of who he once was. "Thank you." He says in response before she leaves.
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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)
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"...You aren't... going to..." He trails off, seemingly accepting this in spite of whatever is muddling his mind. "...Nothing important, then..." He answers, continuing his writings.
She walks to the desk, putting something down in front of them, a painting of Rennick before he turned into what he is now, back when he was young. She then nods, gives them one last hug, and leaves.
He picks up the painting, looking at the face of who he once was. "Thank you." He says in response before she leaves.
*Wonderful yet very sad, I think Merabelle really had to fight the want to look at him, just because of their history. Anyway, want anyone 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.'
He makes a 'calm down' motion with his paws. "Of course, but the rest have to go for good." He smiles and flicks the spoon, shearing off the tip of his claw. "It's sharp as a razor. You won't feel a thing if you hold... very... still." He seems very calm about this, as if he had a lot of experience with cutting out people's eyes with spoons. "I won't rush you, but this procedure will be completed."
"A- Are you sure there isn't some other way?" She stutters, the tiny bits of aberrant light in her eyes shifting as if the curse is also afraid. She does manage to stay still, though.
"Not that consistently keeps your mind and soul intact. This may seem gruesome and unnecessary, but I assure you this is the safest option... most likely." He puts a paw on the back of her head. "Are you ready? Or would you like some more time?"
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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.
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
Uzui happens to not only feel the presence and force of each blow, but watches it happen. He happens to be going for a walk when it happens, but stops to look over to them. He doesn't do anything but watch as they turn the tree to splinters and splinters to mush in the dirt.
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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.'
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
Helianth is also outside when it notices the god of flesh tearing into the tree. The angel of emptiness watches for a while before it speaks up. "You seem angry. May I ask why? Perhaps I can help." It says, one of its roots taking a sip of the comparatively tiny cup of tea in its flesh-and-metal hand.
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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)
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
Uzui happens to not only feel the presence and force of each blow, but watches it happen. He happens to be going for a walk when it happens, but stops to look over to them. He doesn't do anything but watch as they turn the tree to splinters and splinters to mush in the dirt.
The god's entire body seems to grow more grotesque and morbid with each blow, a pair of fleshy wings sprouting from his back, multiple eyes opening up along his fatty body, his lower half becoming more worm like.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He makes a 'calm down' motion with his paws. "Of course, but the rest have to go for good." He smiles and flicks the spoon, shearing off the tip of his claw. "It's sharp as a razor. You won't feel a thing if you hold... very... still." He seems very calm about this, as if he had a lot of experience with cutting out people's eyes with spoons. "I won't rush you, but this procedure will be completed."
"A- Are you sure there isn't some other way?" She stutters, the tiny bits of aberrant light in her eyes shifting as if the curse is also afraid. She does manage to stay still, though.
"Not that consistently keeps your mind and soul intact. This may seem gruesome and unnecessary, but I assure you this is the safest option... most likely." He puts a paw on the back of her head. "Are you ready? Or would you like some more time?"
-a knock at the door-
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Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
"I certainly hope so. What kind of magic do you specialize in?"
"Soul magic, don't really have a type I'm particularly good at, but I can do this." He seems to shimmer before walking straight through them, turning back to normal, "After all, I'm a Reaper."
*HE'S A BLEACH REFERENCE!*
*I had no clue! ...Probably because I've never been interested in Bleach. I really like the name, though.*
"That't sounds like it could be flashy! I'm excited. I'd better get in practice with my less lethal spells..." He chuckles.
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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.
"...You aren't... going to..." He trails off, seemingly accepting this in spite of whatever is muddling his mind. "...Nothing important, then..." He answers, continuing his writings.
She walks to the desk, putting something down in front of them, a painting of Rennick before he turned into what he is now, back when he was young. She then nods, gives them one last hug, and leaves.
He picks up the painting, looking at the face of who he once was. "Thank you." He says in response before she leaves.
*Wonderful yet very sad, I think Merabelle really had to fight the want to look at him, just because of their history. Anyway, want anyone else?*
*It is very sad indeed, what happened to him. Hopefully Omori can avoid a similar fate...*
*Sure, I'd love to continue with a new character! Could I have... Henry and another of your choice, please?*
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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)
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
Helianth is also outside when it notices the god of flesh tearing into the tree. The angel of emptiness watches for a while before it speaks up. "You seem angry. May I ask why? Perhaps I can help." It says, one of its roots taking a sip of the comparatively tiny cup of tea in its flesh-and-metal hand.
Carrion composes himself quickly, his raging aura suddenly becoming calm and collected. "Oh.. Hello there. I am very sorry, just a bit of anger. I am fine."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He makes a 'calm down' motion with his paws. "Of course, but the rest have to go for good." He smiles and flicks the spoon, shearing off the tip of his claw. "It's sharp as a razor. You won't feel a thing if you hold... very... still." He seems very calm about this, as if he had a lot of experience with cutting out people's eyes with spoons. "I won't rush you, but this procedure will be completed."
"A- Are you sure there isn't some other way?" She stutters, the tiny bits of aberrant light in her eyes shifting as if the curse is also afraid. She does manage to stay still, though.
"Not that consistently keeps your mind and soul intact. This may seem gruesome and unnecessary, but I assure you this is the safest option... most likely." He puts a paw on the back of her head. "Are you ready? Or would you like some more time?"
She thinks for a long while. "I... I think... I need more time." She decides, sounding uncertain.
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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)
"...You aren't... going to..." He trails off, seemingly accepting this in spite of whatever is muddling his mind. "...Nothing important, then..." He answers, continuing his writings.
She walks to the desk, putting something down in front of them, a painting of Rennick before he turned into what he is now, back when he was young. She then nods, gives them one last hug, and leaves.
He picks up the painting, looking at the face of who he once was. "Thank you." He says in response before she leaves.
*Wonderful yet very sad, I think Merabelle really had to fight the want to look at him, just because of their history. Anyway, want anyone else?*
*It is very sad indeed, what happened to him. Hopefully Omori can avoid a similar fate...*
*Sure, I'd love to continue with a new character! Could I have... Henry and another of your choice, please?*
*Could I also join?*
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Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
Atticus watches form the sidelines, eating some gelato. He sets his frozen dessert aside, walking over in his big cowboy boots and snapping his fingers to call a huge, v-shaped monster made of tiramisu cupcake with far too many arms even for its size.
The knights horses huffed as the Knights themselves grip their swords with one hand
The archmage shakes his head and raises his hands. "No need for that. The monster is a gift. A warm welcome." He sits down on the ground in front of them. "Now, who's in the carriage?"
*Sorry, i was eating lunch ;-; *
The Knights look at eachother as the carriage halts. The door opens to show a elf, standing at 6'0" even. He is wearing black robes with golden trim. His has semi-long dirty blonde hair, sharp but dead blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. "Hello." he says softly.
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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.
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
Atticus emerges from the woodwork. "Is this who you want to be, Carrion?" He's holding a book bound in fresh flesh in his hand. A book made in dedication to Carrion.
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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.
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"Soul magic, don't really have a type I'm particularly good at, but I can do this." He seems to shimmer before walking straight through them, turning back to normal, "After all, I'm a Reaper."
*HE'S A BLEACH REFERENCE!*
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.)
"...Wait, you haven't..." He starts before she walks away, silent for a while. "...See you around, Merabelle..." Rennick says back, not sure if she can hear him. He slips back into its thrall a second later, turning back to work on his notes once again.
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 stops as they speak, looking back to them for a moment, not directly at them of course, sighing "Wait, what were ya gonna say? I can wait a lil bit longer, but I ain't gonna look at ya an' see everythin', I've missed ya Rennick, an' I still trust ya."
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.)
"...You aren't... going to..." He trails off, seemingly accepting this in spite of whatever is muddling his mind. "...Nothing important, then..." He answers, continuing his writings.
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 walks to the desk, putting something down in front of them, a painting of Rennick before he turned into what he is now, back when he was young. She then nods, gives them one last hug, and leaves.
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 picks up the painting, looking at the face of who he once was. "Thank you." He says in response before she leaves.
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)
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Wonderful yet very sad, I think Merabelle really had to fight the want to look at him, just because of their history. Anyway, want anyone 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.)
"Not that consistently keeps your mind and soul intact. This may seem gruesome and unnecessary, but I assure you this is the safest option... most likely." He puts a paw on the back of her head. "Are you ready? Or would you like some more time?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Uzui happens to not only feel the presence and force of each blow, but watches it happen. He happens to be going for a walk when it happens, but stops to look over to them. He doesn't do anything but watch as they turn the tree to splinters and splinters to mush in the dirt.
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.)
Helianth is also outside when it notices the god of flesh tearing into the tree. The angel of emptiness watches for a while before it speaks up. "You seem angry. May I ask why? Perhaps I can help." It says, one of its roots taking a sip of the comparatively tiny cup of tea in its flesh-and-metal hand.
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)
The god's entire body seems to grow more grotesque and morbid with each blow, a pair of fleshy wings sprouting from his back, multiple eyes opening up along his fatty body, his lower half becoming more worm like.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
-a knock at the door-
Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
Claimed by SilverRaccoon3
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*I had no clue! ...Probably because I've never been interested in Bleach. I really like the name, though.*
"That't sounds like it could be flashy! I'm excited. I'd better get in practice with my less lethal spells..." He chuckles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*It is very sad indeed, what happened to him. Hopefully Omori can avoid a similar fate...*
*Sure, I'd love to continue with a new character! Could I have... Henry and another of your choice, please?*
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)
Carrion composes himself quickly, his raging aura suddenly becoming calm and collected. "Oh.. Hello there. I am very sorry, just a bit of anger. I am fine."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She thinks for a long while. "I... I think... I need more time." She decides, sounding uncertain.
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)
*Could I also join?*
Male: 16
Take the log out of your eye before you take out the splinter in someone else's eye.
Claimed by SilverRaccoon3
---------> JADE MOUNTAIN <--------
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*Sorry, i was eating lunch ;-; *
The Knights look at eachother as the carriage halts. The door opens to show a elf, standing at 6'0" even. He is wearing black robes with golden trim. His has semi-long dirty blonde hair, sharp but dead blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. "Hello." he says softly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Atticus emerges from the woodwork. "Is this who you want to be, Carrion?" He's holding a book bound in fresh flesh in his hand. A book made in dedication to Carrion.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.