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."
"Are you sure? That seemed like more than a bit." It responds. "I won't push you to speak of it if you don't want to, though. Who are you?"
"I am Carrion.. and I would like if we dropped it, it is a wound I don't wish to pick at." he says and sniffs the air "You smell... heavenly. No no, not heavenly, far from that. More so.. beautiful."
"Intriguing... I've never had any way to notice scent. It's impressive how much you were able to glean from that alone." It starts, chuckling a bit to itself. "An honor to meet you, Carrion. I am Helianth, a traveler, cook, and- as of somewhat recently- a consumer of divine essence."
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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)
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.
Due to his sudden burst of rage, Carrion's form is a little more... morbid. His body resembled a fatty worm with eyes speckled over its body connected to his lower half. He quickly composed himself and hugged himself "Oh, very sorry.. I have been gone for billions upon billions of years, all because of that wretched Goddess of Light.. So much I have lost, things I have missed, years I can never get back."
"And so you destroy her creations?" He tsks, shaking his head. "Not proper for a god. Make something to replace that tree. And make it better than that (GP)'s filthy stick." He sits down. "Let your children know that their father is home."
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."
"Are you sure? That seemed like more than a bit." It responds. "I won't push you to speak of it if you don't want to, though. Who are you?"
"I am Carrion.. and I would like if we dropped it, it is a wound I don't wish to pick at." he says and sniffs the air "You smell... heavenly. No no, not heavenly, far from that. More so.. beautiful."
"Intriguing... I've never had any way to notice scent. It's impressive how much you were able to glean from that alone." It starts, chuckling a bit to itself. "An honor to meet you, Carrion. I am Helianth, a traveler, cook, and- as of somewhat recently- a consumer of divine essence."
"Ah, a God Eater?" He asks, tilting his head "Interesting, I have only met a few like you."
"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.
"Then take it." He lets go of her. "But this will be done. This infection can get out of hand if you don't take care of it quickly, and if that happens I may have to... perform triage."
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.
*-feral theren noises.- Also, do you mind if i use my new character here?*
*Sure!*
*Thanks buddyy!!*
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
Carrion watches quietly, eyes narrowed at this sight.
The knights have their heads on a swivel, not noticing Carrion yet
The Elder God continues to watch before composing himself. "Creation of mine, how're you?" He chirps, waving.
The Knights horses huff as the carriage slows down with the horses. The Knights grip the hilts of their swords
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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.
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.
Due to his sudden burst of rage, Carrion's form is a little more... morbid. His body resembled a fatty worm with eyes speckled over its body connected to his lower half. He quickly composed himself and hugged himself "Oh, very sorry.. I have been gone for billions upon billions of years, all because of that wretched Goddess of Light.. So much I have lost, things I have missed, years I can never get back."
"And so you destroy her creations?" He tsks, shaking his head. "Not proper for a god. Make something to replace that tree. And make it better than that (GP)'s filthy stick." He sits down. "Let your children know that their father is home."
"I am a horrible god, concealing a rage that I try to mask with a smiling gentle face.. I am no better than those new bloods." He mumbles, running a hand over his face. He curls up his wormy body and buries his face into the flesh.
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.
*-feral theren noises.- Also, do you mind if i use my new character here?*
*Sure!*
*Thanks buddyy!!*
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
Carrion watches quietly, eyes narrowed at this sight.
The knights have their heads on a swivel, not noticing Carrion yet
The Elder God continues to watch before composing himself. "Creation of mine, how're you?" He chirps, waving.
The Knights horses huff as the carriage slows down with the horses. The Knights grip the hilts of their swords
The Flesh God chuckles and tilts his head "No need for worry my child, I was watching you and was so happy to see you roaming about!"
"I am Carrion.. and I would like if we dropped it, it is a wound I don't wish to pick at." he says and sniffs the air "You smell... heavenly. No no, not heavenly, far from that. More so.. beautiful."
"Intriguing... I've never had any way to notice scent. It's impressive how much you were able to glean from that alone." It starts, chuckling a bit to itself. "An honor to meet you, Carrion. I am Helianth, a traveler, cook, and- as of somewhat recently- a consumer of divine essence."
"Ah, a God Eater?" He asks, tilting his head "Interesting, I have only met a few like you."
It nods with its main 'flower' head- that wretched disc of thorns and eyes that surrounds a sphere of utter oblivion. "Of sorts- I've only eaten a few quasi-deities and their angels. It makes sense that there aren't many of us- too many would certainly have dire consequences for the world."
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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)
"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.
"Then take it." He lets go of her. "But this will be done. This infection can get out of hand if you don't take care of it quickly, and if that happens I may have to... perform triage."
"I know, I'm not going to let it fester- I just need time to prepare for when we get rid of it." She responds. "...I almost don't want to ask, because it's certainly something horrible, but what would 'performing triage' entail?"
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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.
*-feral theren noises.- Also, do you mind if i use my new character here?*
*Sure!*
*Thanks buddyy!!*
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
Carrion watches quietly, eyes narrowed at this sight.
The knights have their heads on a swivel, not noticing Carrion yet
The Elder God continues to watch before composing himself. "Creation of mine, how're you?" He chirps, waving.
The Knights horses huff as the carriage slows down with the horses. The Knights grip the hilts of their swords
The Flesh God chuckles and tilts his head "No need for worry my child, I was watching you and was so happy to see you roaming about!"
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, staring curiously at the god
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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.
"I am Carrion.. and I would like if we dropped it, it is a wound I don't wish to pick at." he says and sniffs the air "You smell... heavenly. No no, not heavenly, far from that. More so.. beautiful."
"Intriguing... I've never had any way to notice scent. It's impressive how much you were able to glean from that alone." It starts, chuckling a bit to itself. "An honor to meet you, Carrion. I am Helianth, a traveler, cook, and- as of somewhat recently- a consumer of divine essence."
"Ah, a God Eater?" He asks, tilting his head "Interesting, I have only met a few like you."
It nods with its main 'flower' head- that wretched disc of thorns and eyes that surrounds a sphere of utter oblivion. "Of sorts- I've only eaten a few quasi-deities and their angels. It makes sense that there aren't many of us- too many would certainly have dire consequences for the world."
"Indeed.. The Elder Goddess of War used to kill your type whenever she found them, she was always worried and paranoid she would be next." He sighed sadly "Never liked her, always so violent..." he shakes his fleshy head and smiles "How are you child? I hope you are well!"
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.
*-feral theren noises.- Also, do you mind if i use my new character here?*
*Sure!*
*Thanks buddyy!!*
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
Carrion watches quietly, eyes narrowed at this sight.
The knights have their heads on a swivel, not noticing Carrion yet
The Elder God continues to watch before composing himself. "Creation of mine, how're you?" He chirps, waving.
The Knights horses huff as the carriage slows down with the horses. The Knights grip the hilts of their swords
The Flesh God chuckles and tilts his head "No need for worry my child, I was watching you and was so happy to see you roaming about!"
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, staring curiously at the god
Carrion stares at the gold for a moment before his lidless eyes dart up to theirs again "Very sorry.. your robes are very beautiful.."
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, staring curiously at the god
Carrion stares at the gold for a moment before his lidless eyes dart up to theirs again "Very sorry.. your robes are very beautiful.."
"Its alright." he says, staring at their four arms
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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.
"And so you destroy her creations?" He tsks, shaking his head. "Not proper for a god. Make something to replace that tree. And make it better than that (GP)'s filthy stick." He sits down. "Let your children know that their father is home."
"I am a horrible god, concealing a rage that I try to mask with a smiling gentle face.. I am no better than those new bloods." He mumbles, running a hand over his face. He curls up his wormy body and buries his face into the flesh.
He gently places a paw on Carrion's neck. "Hey, buddy... I don't care. I knew that before you came back and it didn't bother me then or now. Now fix the (GP)ing tree."
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, staring curiously at the god
Carrion stares at the gold for a moment before his lidless eyes dart up to theirs again "Very sorry.. your robes are very beautiful.."
"Its alright." he says, staring at their four arms
They continue to watch him for a moment before realizing the staring might be creepy and fiddle with their robe hem "Are you a paladin of sorts?"
"And so you destroy her creations?" He tsks, shaking his head. "Not proper for a god. Make something to replace that tree. And make it better than that (GP)'s filthy stick." He sits down. "Let your children know that their father is home."
"I am a horrible god, concealing a rage that I try to mask with a smiling gentle face.. I am no better than those new bloods." He mumbles, running a hand over his face. He curls up his wormy body and buries his face into the flesh.
He gently places a paw on Carrion's neck. "Hey, buddy... I don't care. I knew that before you came back and it didn't bother me then or now. Now fix the (GP)ing tree."
He nods and uncurls himself, his lower half going back to a more compact slug-like look. He squirms his way over and begins to pick up pieces of the wood, slowly melding them together with his primordial magic, until there is a the vague shape of a tree with a bit of a pulse standing before them.
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, staring curiously at the god
Carrion stares at the gold for a moment before his lidless eyes dart up to theirs again "Very sorry.. your robes are very beautiful.."
"Its alright." he says, staring at their four arms
They continue to watch him for a moment before realizing the staring might be creepy and fiddle with their robe hem "Are you a paladin of sorts?"
He shakes his head. "No sir." he says
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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.
"Intriguing... I've never had any way to notice scent. It's impressive how much you were able to glean from that alone." It starts, chuckling a bit to itself. "An honor to meet you, Carrion. I am Helianth, a traveler, cook, and- as of somewhat recently- a consumer of divine essence."
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)
"And so you destroy her creations?" He tsks, shaking his head. "Not proper for a god. Make something to replace that tree. And make it better than that (GP)'s filthy stick." He sits down. "Let your children know that their father is home."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ah, a God Eater?" He asks, tilting his head "Interesting, I have only met a few like you."
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
"Then take it." He lets go of her. "But this will be done. This infection can get out of hand if you don't take care of it quickly, and if that happens I may have to... perform triage."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Knights horses huff as the carriage slows down with the horses. The Knights grip the hilts of their swords
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I am a horrible god, concealing a rage that I try to mask with a smiling gentle face.. I am no better than those new bloods." He mumbles, running a hand over his face. He curls up his wormy body and buries his face into the flesh.
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
The Flesh God chuckles and tilts his head "No need for worry my child, I was watching you and was so happy to see you roaming about!"
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
It nods with its main 'flower' head- that wretched disc of thorns and eyes that surrounds a sphere of utter oblivion. "Of sorts- I've only eaten a few quasi-deities and their angels. It makes sense that there aren't many of us- too many would certainly have dire consequences for the world."
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 know, I'm not going to let it fester- I just need time to prepare for when we get rid of it." She responds. "...I almost don't want to ask, because it's certainly something horrible, but what would 'performing triage' entail?"
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 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, staring curiously at the god
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Indeed.. The Elder Goddess of War used to kill your type whenever she found them, she was always worried and paranoid she would be next." He sighed sadly "Never liked her, always so violent..." he shakes his fleshy head and smiles "How are you child? I hope you are well!"
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
Carrion stares at the gold for a moment before his lidless eyes dart up to theirs again "Very sorry.. your robes are very beautiful.."
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
"Its alright." he says, staring at their four arms
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He gently places a paw on Carrion's neck. "Hey, buddy... I don't care. I knew that before you came back and it didn't bother me then or now. Now fix the (GP)ing tree."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They continue to watch him for a moment before realizing the staring might be creepy and fiddle with their robe hem "Are you a paladin of sorts?"
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
"Well then, that means you can live." He smiles warmly. "What brings you all the way out here, partner?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods and uncurls himself, his lower half going back to a more compact slug-like look. He squirms his way over and begins to pick up pieces of the wood, slowly melding them together with his primordial magic, until there is a the vague shape of a tree with a bit of a pulse standing before them.
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
He shakes his head. "No sir." he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Okay, I am back if anyone wants to rp or whatever, it's good if not, I'll still be here.*
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.)
"Father sent me away for my safety..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.