*tormented by inscrutable whims of the machine. You?*
*Struggling with the desire to make a himbo monster man with big teefers, because I know I'd get bored with them if I don't have a better core concept in mind.*
Cicada, the god of bards, is outside. The faceless god is sitting at his floating disc jockey station, playing another rift from his celestial discs. The area seems to warp to the music, beings of light and matter dancing to the rhythm.
A being, whether they be female, male, or anything else, sits inside the tavern. They wear a thick black hoodie despite the spring warmth, curled up in a pile of blankets and pillows, playing on a Nintendo Switch with a slipcover of pastel blue and coral. They have short brown hair in an asymmetrical bob, wear a pair of ombre glasses, and have oni-esque teeth that are decorated with silver tooth caps. They look tired overall, with an air of sloth around them.
*i love that visual*
Loriche is heading through the woods and is distracted by the symphonic singularity. She warily approaches.
Riotan is messing with a map of Lord’s Point and the surroundings at the bar.
The faceless god turns to her and waves kindly, "Well well well! Look who we have! Welcome!" he says behind his gas mask.
They look up and raise a brow "Yo."
“Whoa, cool. What do you have going on here?” She makes her way closer.
“Nice grills. Whatcha got there?”
"Interdimensional Transcendental Party, my friend, my amigo," he said, fixing his glowing headphones "Care to party?"
"Game." they lift it up for him to see "and thanks."
She shrugs. “I don’t really know how. Who are you?”
“Well, I’ve got dental sheaths of my own, so I know good ones when I see ‘em.” He takes one of them off and shows it off to them, demonstrating the undulating, ornate silver patterns engraved and embossed along its surface.
"I am Cicada! Interplanetary DJ!" he claps his hands three times and holds out a hand "Care to jive with me then?"
They take it and examine it "Pretty nice, shiny that's for sure." they chuckle and hand it back.
“I guess.” Loriche takes his hand.
Rio slides it back onto his fang carefully. “What brought you here?”
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Cicada, the god of bards, is outside. The faceless god is sitting at his floating disc jockey station, playing another rift from his celestial discs. The area seems to warp to the music, beings of light and matter dancing to the rhythm.
A being, whether they be female, male, or anything else, sits inside the tavern. They wear a thick black hoodie despite the spring warmth, curled up in a pile of blankets and pillows, playing on a Nintendo Switch with a slipcover of pastel blue and coral. They have short brown hair in an asymmetrical bob, wear a pair of ombre glasses, and have oni-esque teeth that are decorated with silver tooth caps. They look tired overall, with an air of sloth around them.
*i love that visual*
Loriche is heading through the woods and is distracted by the symphonic singularity. She warily approaches.
Riotan is messing with a map of Lord’s Point and the surroundings at the bar.
The faceless god turns to her and waves kindly, "Well well well! Look who we have! Welcome!" he says behind his gas mask.
They look up and raise a brow "Yo."
“Whoa, cool. What do you have going on here?” She makes her way closer.
“Nice grills. Whatcha got there?”
"Interdimensional Transcendental Party, my friend, my amigo," he said, fixing his glowing headphones "Care to party?"
"Game." they lift it up for him to see "and thanks."
She shrugs. “I don’t really know how. Who are you?”
“Well, I’ve got dental sheaths of my own, so I know good ones when I see ‘em.” He takes one of them off and shows it off to them, demonstrating the undulating, ornate silver patterns engraved and embossed along its surface.
"I am Cicada! Interplanetary DJ!" he claps his hands three times and holds out a hand "Care to jive with me then?"
They take it and examine it "Pretty nice, shiny that's for sure." they chuckle and hand it back.
“I guess.” Loriche takes his hand.
Rio slides it back onto his fang carefully. “What brought you here?”
Cicada spins them around and suddenly both are dancing. The type of music can best be described as tango mixed with EDM. He tilts his head "So my nervous little bundle of cuteness, how did you come into fruition?"
"Boredom. Saw it was open and was like 'damm, that's cool. Gotta go check it out' and so I did." They shrugs and sits up, extending a hand "My name is Damien."
*No but is is a white furry related cat (So very similar to some of the stuff in that game), called 'Boykisser'. It was once an animation before a frame was took and yeah stuff happened and this cat became not just a funny furry, but a gay furry meme. It's basically furry Pepe*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
Samuel is down by the docks, humming an old tune to himself. His jewelry glitters in the setting sun as he works. He is loading cargo on to the ships, making a bit of money working as a dock hand albeit not really employed by the dock itself. He wears a white tank-top and a pair of light blue breeches as he loads massive crates of goods on to a ship.
Samuel is down by the docks, humming an old tune to himself. His jewelry glitters in the setting sun as he works. He is loading cargo on to the ships, making a bit of money working as a dock hand albeit not really employed by the dock itself. He wears a white tank-top and a pair of light blue breeches as he loads massive crates of goods on to a ship.
A medium-sized fishing boat rows its way to the dock. The fish it carries are abundant and smell incredible instead of like regular dead fish for some reason. The smell is so strong that it can even be tasted, leaving a mouth-watering flavor on the tongue. The fisher is an old human man with nothing but a rod and net to catch despite his massive haul. He also has at least six fat cats of varying colors on board.
(Upon closer inspection):
The fisherman is actually a massive, blubbery, shark-like humanoid with large muscles and various fishing traps and crab pots hanging from his body for quick access. He wears clothes befitting his job, but gussied up to the point that you'd expect an Archfey to be wearing them. His equipment is all very old and made of ornate platinum and ivory.
The cats are actually strange, mastiff-sized creatures, something like hell hounds mixed with blink dogs and various aquatic creatures. Each one is wearing a unique, handmade collar with military dog tags and various trinkets hanging from them. They are much lower quality than the clothes of the larger monster, but were crafted with much more love and attention.
The fish are normal, aside from the incredible smell.
Samuel is down by the docks, humming an old tune to himself. His jewelry glitters in the setting sun as he works. He is loading cargo on to the ships, making a bit of money working as a dock hand albeit not really employed by the dock itself. He wears a white tank-top and a pair of light blue breeches as he loads massive crates of goods on to a ship.
A medium-sized fishing boat rows its way to the dock. The fish it carries are abundant and smell incredible instead of like regular dead fish for some reason. The smell is so strong that it can even be tasted, leaving a mouth-watering flavor on the tongue. The fisher is an old human man with nothing but a rod and net to catch despite his massive haul. He also has at least six fat cats of varying colors on board.
(Upon closer inspection):
The fisherman is actually a massive, blubbery, shark-like humanoid with large muscles and various fishing traps and crab pots hanging from his body for quick access. He wears clothes befitting his job, but gussied up to the point that you'd expect an Archfey to be wearing them. His equipment is all very old and made of ornate platinum and ivory.
The cats are actually strange, mastiff-sized creatures, something like hell hounds mixed with blink dogs and various aquatic creatures. Each one is wearing a unique, handmade collar with military dog tags and various trinkets hanging from them. They are much lower quality than the clothes of the larger monster, but were crafted with much more love and attention.
The fish are normal, aside from the incredible smell.
Thanks to Sam's curse, his eyes aren't decieved by the cover. He stood for a moment, which looks weird as the others around him can't see what he see's. He then shifts the crate around, freeing one hand, and waving.
A medium-sized fishing boat rows its way to the dock. The fish it carries are abundant and smell incredible instead of like regular dead fish for some reason. The smell is so strong that it can even be tasted, leaving a mouth-watering flavor on the tongue. The fisher is an old human man with nothing but a rod and net to catch despite his massive haul. He also has at least six fat cats of varying colors on board.
(Upon closer inspection):
The fisherman is actually a massive, blubbery, shark-like humanoid with large muscles and various fishing traps and crab pots hanging from his body for quick access. He wears clothes befitting his job, but gussied up to the point that you'd expect an Archfey to be wearing them. His equipment is all very old and made of ornate platinum and ivory.
The cats are actually strange, mastiff-sized creatures, something like hell hounds mixed with blink dogs and various aquatic creatures. Each one is wearing a unique, handmade collar with military dog tags and various trinkets hanging from them. They are much lower quality than the clothes of the larger monster, but were crafted with much more love and attention.
The fish are normal, aside from the incredible smell.
Thanks to Sam's curse, his eyes aren't decieved by the cover. He stood for a moment, which looks weird as the others around him can't see what he see's. He then shifts the crate around, freeing one hand, and waving.
The beastly creature waves back. "Care for some fish, son? Each is a gold, but I can only sell you one to start off." The fish don't seem to have any glamour on them, so they look fairly gross just piled up in nets like that. "As you can probably tell, I have the know-how to get the best little flavor torpedoes."
A medium-sized fishing boat rows its way to the dock. The fish it carries are abundant and smell incredible instead of like regular dead fish for some reason. The smell is so strong that it can even be tasted, leaving a mouth-watering flavor on the tongue. The fisher is an old human man with nothing but a rod and net to catch despite his massive haul. He also has at least six fat cats of varying colors on board.
(Upon closer inspection):
The fisherman is actually a massive, blubbery, shark-like humanoid with large muscles and various fishing traps and crab pots hanging from his body for quick access. He wears clothes befitting his job, but gussied up to the point that you'd expect an Archfey to be wearing them. His equipment is all very old and made of ornate platinum and ivory.
The cats are actually strange, mastiff-sized creatures, something like hell hounds mixed with blink dogs and various aquatic creatures. Each one is wearing a unique, handmade collar with military dog tags and various trinkets hanging from them. They are much lower quality than the clothes of the larger monster, but were crafted with much more love and attention.
The fish are normal, aside from the incredible smell.
Thanks to Sam's curse, his eyes aren't decieved by the cover. He stood for a moment, which looks weird as the others around him can't see what he see's. He then shifts the crate around, freeing one hand, and waving.
The beastly creature waves back. "Care for some fish, son? Each is a gold, but I can only sell you one to start off." The fish don't seem to have any glamour on them, so they look fairly gross just piled up in nets like that. "As you can probably tell, I have the know-how to get the best little flavor torpedoes."
"Nah.. I am good. And I ain't no lad, nearly 28 I am." He huffed and rolled his eyes, smiling.
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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
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*I got caught off guard because it wasn't loading then I got jump scared by it.*
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
*Struggling with the desire to make a himbo monster man with big teefers, because I know I'd get bored with them if I don't have a better core concept in mind.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I guess.” Loriche takes his hand.
Rio slides it back onto his fang carefully. “What brought you here?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Cicada spins them around and suddenly both are dancing. The type of music can best be described as tango mixed with EDM. He tilts his head "So my nervous little bundle of cuteness, how did you come into fruition?"
"Boredom. Saw it was open and was like 'damm, that's cool. Gotta go check it out' and so I did." They shrugs and sits up, extending a hand "My name is Damien."
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
*Do I smell boykisser memes?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*
*is that changed?*
Claimed by SilverRaccoon3
EXTENDED SIGNATURE
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*also good morning*
Claimed by SilverRaccoon3
EXTENDED SIGNATURE
---------> JADE MOUNTAIN <--------
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*Good morning, everyone.*
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
*No but is is a white furry related cat (So very similar to some of the stuff in that game), called 'Boykisser'. It was once an animation before a frame was took and yeah stuff happened and this cat became not just a funny furry, but a gay furry meme. It's basically furry Pepe*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*hi Tara*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
Extended sig
*(implodes)*
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
*M Y B A B Y ! !*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Samuel is down by the docks, humming an old tune to himself. His jewelry glitters in the setting sun as he works. He is loading cargo on to the ships, making a bit of money working as a dock hand albeit not really employed by the dock itself. He wears a white tank-top and a pair of light blue breeches as he loads massive crates of goods on to a ship.
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
*Did I take out a baby while imploding?*
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
*No.*
*You are my baby.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oooooooh.*
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
A medium-sized fishing boat rows its way to the dock. The fish it carries are abundant and smell incredible instead of like regular dead fish for some reason. The smell is so strong that it can even be tasted, leaving a mouth-watering flavor on the tongue. The fisher is an old human man with nothing but a rod and net to catch despite his massive haul. He also has at least six fat cats of varying colors on board.
(Upon closer inspection):
The fisherman is actually a massive, blubbery, shark-like humanoid with large muscles and various fishing traps and crab pots hanging from his body for quick access. He wears clothes befitting his job, but gussied up to the point that you'd expect an Archfey to be wearing them. His equipment is all very old and made of ornate platinum and ivory.
The cats are actually strange, mastiff-sized creatures, something like hell hounds mixed with blink dogs and various aquatic creatures. Each one is wearing a unique, handmade collar with military dog tags and various trinkets hanging from them. They are much lower quality than the clothes of the larger monster, but were crafted with much more love and attention.
The fish are normal, aside from the incredible smell.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thanks to Sam's curse, his eyes aren't decieved by the cover. He stood for a moment, which looks weird as the others around him can't see what he see's. He then shifts the crate around, freeing one hand, and waving.
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 beastly creature waves back. "Care for some fish, son? Each is a gold, but I can only sell you one to start off." The fish don't seem to have any glamour on them, so they look fairly gross just piled up in nets like that. "As you can probably tell, I have the know-how to get the best little flavor torpedoes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Nah.. I am good. And I ain't no lad, nearly 28 I am." He huffed and rolled his eyes, smiling.
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