*Think like one of those Mandela Catalog (GP)ers. A fiend dressed as a man. He has this aura of belonging and affection due to his sweet-smelling pheromones, so people don't initially notice that his disguise doesn't look quite right.*
*oooh I have the perfect traumatized boy from them to interact with*
*He's not actually that bad because he's been traumatized too. He loves animals and fears his parents greatly.*
*Would you like to roleplay, then? You'll be recieving: 1 (one) hyena grunge rocker with an abusive ex-girlfriend, an obsession for a man he cannot have, and a drug problem he's trying to work through*
*Indeemd.*
Otto is digging a hole In the ground. He frequently lays down in it to measure it, making sure it is large enough to hold him... for some reason.
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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.
“Hello, my love, doing well today?” He asks, leaning against her hands.
“I… if you’re willing to pay this once.”
He takes a deep breath, nodding and closing the door behind them, “Thank ya… how have ya been, it’s been a long time.”
*Abusive captor, among other things*
"I truly am, how about you?"
"Alright, come with me." he walks off to the tavern
"I'm doing quite well. My mate is, too. You?" he looks around for Rycenius.
*Oh very interesting choice to make, very interesting indeed. I wouldn’t imagine Pimento as the torture type, but I suppose I’ll do anything for a good story.*
“Good, better with you every day.”
He follows after them, a little shakily at first, before fully following after them.
Rycenius would be leaving school right about now, “I… enjoying bein’ a father more than I coulda ever hoped.”
“Hello, my love, doing well today?” He asks, leaning against her hands.
“I… if you’re willing to pay this once.”
He takes a deep breath, nodding and closing the door behind them, “Thank ya… how have ya been, it’s been a long time.”
*Abusive captor, among other things*
"I truly am, how about you?"
"Alright, come with me." he walks off to the tavern
"I'm doing quite well. My mate is, too. You?" he looks around for Rycenius.
*Oh very interesting choice to make, very interesting indeed. I wouldn’t imagine Pimento as the torture type, but I suppose I’ll do anything for a good story.*
“Good, better with you every day.”
He follows after them, a little shakily at first, before fully following after them.
Rycenius would be leaving school right about now, “I… enjoying bein’ a father more than I coulda ever hoped.”
*Sorry if I'm taking too many liberties*
"I'm glad." she smiles, rattling in an imitation of bristling
He pushes open the door with his scythe and walks in
"I'm quite glad. How's the boy?"
*Like I said, I’ll do anything for an interesting story, good ideas just need a few tweaks, you know?*
He smiles brightly at that, wrapping his arms around her, “I’ve got more blood to spill today, I’ll try to savor the taste for you.”
He walks in after them, carefully closing the door behind him.
“Learnin’ fast, his breath weapon has already started growin’ an’ he’s a strong one.”
“Hello, my love, doing well today?” He asks, leaning against her hands.
“I… if you’re willing to pay this once.”
He takes a deep breath, nodding and closing the door behind them, “Thank ya… how have ya been, it’s been a long time.”
*Abusive captor, among other things*
"I truly am, how about you?"
"Alright, come with me." he walks off to the tavern
"I'm doing quite well. My mate is, too. You?" he looks around for Rycenius.
*Oh very interesting choice to make, very interesting indeed. I wouldn’t imagine Pimento as the torture type, but I suppose I’ll do anything for a good story.*
“Good, better with you every day.”
He follows after them, a little shakily at first, before fully following after them.
Rycenius would be leaving school right about now, “I… enjoying bein’ a father more than I coulda ever hoped.”
*Sorry if I'm taking too many liberties*
"I'm glad." she smiles, rattling in an imitation of bristling
He pushes open the door with his scythe and walks in
"I'm quite glad. How's the boy?"
*Like I said, I’ll do anything for an interesting story, good ideas just need a few tweaks, you know?*
He smiles brightly at that, wrapping his arms around her, “I’ve got more blood to spill today, I’ll try to savor the taste for you.”
He walks in after them, carefully closing the door behind him.
“Learnin’ fast, his breath weapon has already started growin’ an’ he’s a strong one.”
"No need, I ain't stuck in this body, you know?"
He orders some food and pays for theirs
"Such a strong boy.. I knew when I saw the egg.."
He thinks for a moment before nodding, “Of course my dear.”
(Good place to end?)
He walks back to the door, opening it and looking out to see how close his son is.
Otto is playing a song, enthralling quite a large crowd. They don't seem to hear the darkness or implicit threats within his lyrics, joining in on the chorus joyously. His delicious scent fills the air around him.
"Split and splinter til we timber, Kindle cinders til we burn, You dregs declare a destiny You think that you deserve. Stake your claim and raze away, Eliminate and reaffirm, You'll make way for your world.
Displacing and replacing any race that's in your way, Defacing every place you seem To think you've come to save. Gonna grant you goons some guidance, Greatest gift I ever gave: Getting greedy's gonna get you And I guarantee your grave.
What's wrong, great unearther?! Can't you breathe, usurper?! Once you're under You'll be one of us!"
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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.
*Cut for Salem, absolutely wonderful, do tell.*
“Hello, my love, doing well today?” He asks, leaning against her hands.
“I… if you’re willing to pay this once.”
He takes a deep breath, nodding and closing the door behind them, “Thank ya… how have ya been, it’s been a long time.”
*Indeemd.*
Otto is digging a hole In the ground. He frequently lays down in it to measure it, making sure it is large enough to hold him... for some reason.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yo anyone want to rp?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Oh very interesting choice to make, very interesting indeed. I wouldn’t imagine Pimento as the torture type, but I suppose I’ll do anything for a good story.*
“Good, better with you every day.”
He follows after them, a little shakily at first, before fully following after them.
Rycenius would be leaving school right about now, “I… enjoying bein’ a father more than I coulda ever hoped.”
*Of course, Bark Skinpson!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Okay, Homie Skinpson!*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Like I said, I’ll do anything for an interesting story, good ideas just need a few tweaks, you know?*
He smiles brightly at that, wrapping his arms around her, “I’ve got more blood to spill today, I’ll try to savor the taste for you.”
He walks in after them, carefully closing the door behind him.
“Learnin’ fast, his breath weapon has already started growin’ an’ he’s a strong one.”
He thinks for a moment before nodding, “Of course my dear.”
(Good place to end?)
He walks back to the door, opening it and looking out to see how close his son is.
Otto is playing a song, enthralling quite a large crowd. They don't seem to hear the darkness or implicit threats within his lyrics, joining in on the chorus joyously. His delicious scent fills the air around him.
"Split and splinter til we timber,
Kindle cinders til we burn,
You dregs declare a destiny
You think that you deserve.
Stake your claim and raze away,
Eliminate and reaffirm,
You'll make way for your world.
Displacing and replacing any race that's in your way,
Defacing every place you seem
To think you've come to save.
Gonna grant you goons some guidance,
Greatest gift I ever gave:
Getting greedy's gonna get you
And I guarantee your grave.
What's wrong, great unearther?!
Can't you breathe, usurper?!
Once you're under
You'll be one of us!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut for Salem, of course.*
Moonshine is letting Sandstorm out in the forest, watching with a smile.
“… Are you able to eat? I’d get something for you if you can.”
He smiles, walking outside and waiting for them.
*Baalze?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*I posted a start a bit back. Do you want to start instead?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She puts her hands in her hips, watching the cat, “Hmm, River?” She asks, looking around.
“What do you want to do? What do you miss that you couldn’t do before?”
He hugs them back, rubbing their back with one of his big palms, “Son, you need to calm down, I’ve got something important to show you, or someone.”
*Oh sorry didn't know that was aimed at me! Just a quick question though; what kinda vibe do ya want?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.