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!"
Among the crowd is Mac, the hyena I told you about. He belts out every word, high in energy
He's showered with coins and flowers once the song is over. He gets up off the fountain in town square and slowly approaches Mac. His features are uncanny. A perfect example of a young, rich, white man, but with some aspects dialed up ever so slightly too far. His eyes are too big, his teeth too white. But none of that matters. The pheromones he gives off make him seem like a friend. Trustworthy, reliable, worthy of affection.
The mimic holds out a hand to Mac, his long palm filled with gold coins... and apple slices.
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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.
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!"
*Here, have tomboy cat number one*
Mint is watching, listening to the lyrics, clearly a bit worried about what in the nine hells they are threatening in the song. How would they play out the murder, and what would it take for them? She than remembers that it's a song
He's showered with coins and flowers once the song is over. He gets up off the fountain in town square and slowly approaches Mac. His features are uncanny. A perfect example of a young, rich, white man, but with some aspects dialed up ever so slightly too far. His eyes are too big, his teeth too white. But none of that matters. The pheromones he gives off make him seem like a friend. Trustworthy, reliable, worthy of affection.
The mimic holds out a hand to Mac, his long palm filled with gold coins... and apple slices.
Mac is honored to be approached by the singer he was just belting out with and smiles. "Hello, your song was amazing."
"Thank you very much." He speaks softly, completely different from the shouting singing voice he was using before. "How are you doing?"
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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.
Mint is watching, listening to the lyrics, clearly a bit worried about what in the nine hells they are threatening in the song. How would they play out the murder, and what would it take for them? She than remembers that it's a song
As the scent reaches her, she feels a faint reassurance. It's just a song. There's no need to panic. After the song ends, the singer seems to disappear under the rain of money and flowers. She feels an increased comfort as he appears through the crowd in front of her, grinning. There's something fundamentally wrong with him that she can't place. Like you got all the pieces of a human, but didn't connect them, just left them floating in place. But that doesn't matter, the pheromones tell her. This is a friend.
"Hello there. What's your name?" He sounds slightly nervous, as though he had some anxiety coming to talk to her.
(She is not required to listen to the pheromones, it's just what is being communicated)
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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.
Mint is watching, listening to the lyrics, clearly a bit worried about what in the nine hells they are threatening in the song. How would they play out the murder, and what would it take for them? She than remembers that it's a song
As the scent reaches her, she feels a faint reassurance. It's just a song. There's no need to panic. After the song ends, the singer seems to disappear under the rain of money and flowers. She feels an increased comfort as he appears through the crowd in front of her, grinning. There's something fundamentally wrong with him that she can't place. Like you got all the pieces of a human, but didn't connect them, just left them floating in place. But that doesn't matter, the pheromones tell her. This is a friend.
"Hello there. What's your name?" He sounds slightly nervous, as though he had some anxiety coming to talk to her.
(She is not required to listen to the pheromones, it's just what is being communicated)
The ex-pirate waves to him "Uh... hello? My name is Mint, you?"
She leans up to them, kissing their cheek, “Yer new cat looks absolutely adorable, dear.”
He leans against them, “I would absolutely love that.”
He gets up and leads them inside by the hand to their birth father.
He's showered with coins and flowers once the song is over. He gets up off the fountain in town square and slowly approaches Mac. His features are uncanny. A perfect example of a young, rich, white man, but with some aspects dialed up ever so slightly too far. His eyes are too big, his teeth too white. But none of that matters. The pheromones he gives off make him seem like a friend. Trustworthy, reliable, worthy of affection.
The mimic holds out a hand to Mac, his long palm filled with gold coins... and apple slices.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She leans and rests her head against their chest, “I love you, so much.@
He leans into the kiss, smiling, wrapping his arms around them.
“Rycenius… the reason ya dont have a mom ya met yet, is cause I ain’t yer father, he is.”
*Any vibe will do! Perhaps a bit of anxiety*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Looking for my anxious little beans rn*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Here, have tomboy cat number one*
Mint is watching, listening to the lyrics, clearly a bit worried about what in the nine hells they are threatening in the song. How would they play out the murder, and what would it take for them? She than remembers that it's a song
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.
“Don’t worry ‘bout that none, I’ve been itchin’ fer a fight fer too long, that’s the way things are.” She smiles brightly.
He laughs with them, “That’s me, my dear.”
“That’s because yer only half dragon, yer mama’s human.”
"Thank you very much." He speaks softly, completely different from the shouting singing voice he was using before. "How are you doing?"
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.*
“Neither o’ yall should be fightin’, it’s better if yall could stop.”
“Oh that one’s easy, I put your whiskey in it.” He smiles, “Makes it much easier then.”
He nods, looking to his father before looking to the door, suggesting they go.
As the scent reaches her, she feels a faint reassurance. It's just a song. There's no need to panic. After the song ends, the singer seems to disappear under the rain of money and flowers. She feels an increased comfort as he appears through the crowd in front of her, grinning. There's something fundamentally wrong with him that she can't place. Like you got all the pieces of a human, but didn't connect them, just left them floating in place. But that doesn't matter, the pheromones tell her. This is a friend.
"Hello there. What's your name?" He sounds slightly nervous, as though he had some anxiety coming to talk to her.
(She is not required to listen to the pheromones, it's just what is being communicated)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She groans with delight, leaning against them, “I love ya, so much.”
“You couldn’t have drank it, I didn’t want it wasted.”
He nods solemnly over to them, closing the door behind them, “Sorry son.”
The ex-pirate waves to him "Uh... hello? My name is Mint, you?"
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.
*hello frens, my existence continues*