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
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Mauric is foraging in the woods close by, absorbed in nature around him.
Carrion doesn't seem to notice him, his book capturing his full attention.
Mauric looks up and sees Carrion. He freezes for a second, but elects to politely ignore him and not interrupt.
As soon as Mauric notices him, Carrion's head snaps around to look at him.
He nuzzles back. "I do what I want and almost nothing else. Their actions deserve discipline. They need to know that they can't do this stuff and expect no consequences."
Atticus himself, in a recognizable but much less intimidating and more strugel-y form stands in the doorway. "Barrett will be here soon. I made sure of it. How about we talk for a bit. It's been a while since my last confession."
Carrion nods "I suppose.. Somewhere, in my heart, I forgive them despite knowing they deserve no forgiveness." He huffs and rubs a hand over the front of his face "Perhaps I am a fool to some degree."
Luciano smiles despite being on edge "Of course my son, come in." he holds the door open.
"It's okay. You can forgive them if you want. But they need to learn or they'll never improve." He massages Carrion's fatty, slimy shoulders. "This is for them." The way he says it, it's clear he does not care if Carrion believes him or not.
He walks inside, casually pulling a bottle of fine whiskey from his boot. "Thirsty, old timer?" He uncorks it, takes a couple chugs, pours some out on the ground, and tosses the bottle at Luciano without even listening to his response or giving any warning.
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
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Mauric is foraging in the woods close by, absorbed in nature around him.
Carrion doesn't seem to notice him, his book capturing his full attention.
Mauric looks up and sees Carrion. He freezes for a second, but elects to politely ignore him and not interrupt.
As soon as Mauric notices him, Carrion's head snaps around to look at him.
“Hi.” He says to Carrion, the fur on his back and tail standing up.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He nuzzles back. "I do what I want and almost nothing else. Their actions deserve discipline. They need to know that they can't do this stuff and expect no consequences."
Atticus himself, in a recognizable but much less intimidating and more strugel-y form stands in the doorway. "Barrett will be here soon. I made sure of it. How about we talk for a bit. It's been a while since my last confession."
Carrion nods "I suppose.. Somewhere, in my heart, I forgive them despite knowing they deserve no forgiveness." He huffs and rubs a hand over the front of his face "Perhaps I am a fool to some degree."
Luciano smiles despite being on edge "Of course my son, come in." he holds the door open.
"It's okay. You can forgive them if you want. But they need to learn or they'll never improve." He massages Carrion's fatty, slimy shoulders. "This is for them." The way he says it, it's clear he does not care if Carrion believes him or not.
He walks inside, casually pulling a bottle of fine whiskey from his boot. "Thirsty, old timer?" He uncorks it, takes a couple chugs, pours some out on the ground, and tosses the bottle at Luciano without even listening to his response or giving any warning.
Carrion makes a noise in the back of his throat and leans into the touch. "I was speaking to Uzui, the sea elf with a roan, he does believe that Morgana has changed and is no longer what she was." He frowns, his skinned face twitching "I do not believe him.. I still think she hides her deeds from public eyes.."
"I do not drink alcohol, it is against the rules that I live by." He said, setting it down at a window sill, making a mental note to himself to give it to someone else.
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Mauric is foraging in the woods close by, absorbed in nature around him.
Carrion doesn't seem to notice him, his book capturing his full attention.
Mauric looks up and sees Carrion. He freezes for a second, but elects to politely ignore him and not interrupt.
As soon as Mauric notices him, Carrion's head snaps around to look at him.
“Hi.” He says to Carrion, the fur on his back and tail standing up.
Carrion watches this and tilts his head "Ah.. forgive me, I didn't mean to startle you."
"Well, you're likely wrong, but we will have to see. Assume she has changed, see for yourself rather than assume the worst."
"You don't understand.. I don't think you ever will.."
"I likely won't, but that doesn't make what I say any less true, does it? Do you want to be a good god?"
"I am unsure anymore. First Atticus and now you.. Telling me I should be something when I don't even want to be alive right now.."
"If you don't want to be alive that's your choice to make, but you are alive right now, do you want to make this world better, or let it make itself worse? Oh, and tell Atticus hello when you see him next."
"A mix of both."
"Why are you made of metal?" he asks curiously
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She nods again, looking deep into her eyes, full of an immense fear.
(Good place to end?)
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.)
(good morning everyone :D)
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
As soon as Mauric notices him, Carrion's head snaps around to look at him.
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
*Sure*
He hugs her. "It'll be okay..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You don't understand.. I don't think you ever will.."
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's okay. You can forgive them if you want. But they need to learn or they'll never improve." He massages Carrion's fatty, slimy shoulders. "This is for them." The way he says it, it's clear he does not care if Carrion believes him or not.
He walks inside, casually pulling a bottle of fine whiskey from his boot. "Thirsty, old timer?" He uncorks it, takes a couple chugs, pours some out on the ground, and tosses the bottle at Luciano without even listening to his response or giving any warning.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(good morning Wendo)
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
"I likely won't, but that doesn't make what I say any less true, does it? Do you want to be a good god?"
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 hugs them back, "I... I almost died... I... I don't want to die Leo... I'm..."
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 arent gonna die. I wont let you." he whispers in her ear
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Splendid. You’ve tried to rid yourself of it already?”
“I didn’t used to. It was just my armor. But when I died, it kept my soul inside and now just about everything inside has rotted.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
She continues to cling to them in the covers, "I... I want to sleep... but I'm scared of what I'll dream..."
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.)
“Hi.” He says to Carrion, the fur on his back and tail standing up.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Carrion makes a noise in the back of his throat and leans into the touch. "I was speaking to Uzui, the sea elf with a roan, he does believe that Morgana has changed and is no longer what she was." He frowns, his skinned face twitching "I do not believe him.. I still think she hides her deeds from public eyes.."
"I do not drink alcohol, it is against the rules that I live by." He said, setting it down at a window sill, making a mental note to himself to give it to someone else.
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
"Yeah. nothing works."
"Woah...."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'll be here when you wake up. I promise hon..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I am unsure anymore. First Atticus and now you.. Telling me I should be something when I don't even want to be alive right now.."
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 watches this and tilts his head "Ah.. forgive me, I didn't mean to startle 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
"If you don't want to be alive that's your choice to make, but you are alive right now, do you want to make this world better, or let it make itself worse? Oh, and tell Atticus hello when you see him next."
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.)