Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
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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.
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
*Rp? I've decided to play CRSE after they meet* Someone in a green hood has set up a makeshift archery range just outside the woods. They fire bullseye after bullseye into a straw bale with a high-tech-looking bow. A well-built young man in leather armor is tying up a horse outside the inn. A small round bronze shield and a spear lie nearby on the ground. Alone on the grass, a girl dances gracefully—her white cardigan and skirt contrasting against her dark brown skin, deep as the night sky above. A blonde girl in a pink sundress wanders through the woods, looking around for something.
timber walks over, sticking to the shadows. he pulls out a flintlock and takes aim at the target
The person nocks a blunted arrow and aims at you. "Hey."
*Rp? I've decided to play CRSE after they meet* Someone in a green hood has set up a makeshift archery range just outside the woods. They fire bullseye after bullseye into a straw bale with a high-tech-looking bow. A well-built young man in leather armor is tying up a horse outside the inn. A small round bronze shield and a spear lie nearby on the ground. Alone on the grass, a girl dances gracefully—her white cardigan and skirt contrasting against her dark brown skin, deep as the night sky above. A blonde girl in a pink sundress wanders through the woods, looking around for something.
timber walks over, sticking to the shadows. he pulls out a flintlock and takes aim at the target
The person nocks a blunted arrow and aims at you. "Hey."
"howdy" timber doesnt flinch, and fires the gun at the target "damn, almost got it"
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
The elf continues to watch quietly from his shop window.
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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.
*ive been better in life, but im doing okay! its good to see ya!*
*Thats good man. Glad to hear it. To answer your question, lifes going okay. I graduate next week so ill be disappearing from the forms for a long long time*
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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.
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
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
The elf continues to watch quietly from his shop window.
After a bit, the crowd disperses, and Sam heads back to the docks. He stretches and cracks his back, making a pleased noise.
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
The elf continues to watch quietly from his shop window.
After a bit, the crowd disperses, and Sam heads back to the docks. He stretches and cracks his back, making a pleased noise.
The cat made of shadows silently slinks up to Sam's legs
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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.
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
The elf continues to watch quietly from his shop window.
After a bit, the crowd disperses, and Sam heads back to the docks. He stretches and cracks his back, making a pleased noise.
The cat made of shadows silently slinks up to Sam's legs
Sam whips around, suddenly startled, and nearly kicks the thing straight into the water. "Bloody hell cat. Here I am trying to go back to me ship, ye can't sneak up on a fella like that."
*ive been better in life, but im doing okay! its good to see ya!*
*Thats good man. Glad to hear it. To answer your question, lifes going okay. I graduate next week so ill be disappearing from the forms for a long long time*
*aww man, well congratulations! ive still got one more year*
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
The elf continues to watch quietly from his shop window.
After a bit, the crowd disperses, and Sam heads back to the docks. He stretches and cracks his back, making a pleased noise.
The cat made of shadows silently slinks up to Sam's legs
Sam whips around, suddenly startled, and nearly kicks the thing straight into the water. "Bloody hell cat. Here I am trying to go back to me ship, ye can't sneak up on a fella like that."
It meows and nuzzles him, feeling like air.
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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.
*ive been better in life, but im doing okay! its good to see ya!*
*Thats good man. Glad to hear it. To answer your question, lifes going okay. I graduate next week so ill be disappearing from the forms for a long long time*
*aww man, well congratulations! ive still got one more year*
*you got this man! Oh, btw, i have a google doc with my characters and ideas. If you wanna view it I can share the link with ya :] *
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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.
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
The elf continues to watch quietly from his shop window.
After a bit, the crowd disperses, and Sam heads back to the docks. He stretches and cracks his back, making a pleased noise.
The cat made of shadows silently slinks up to Sam's legs
Sam whips around, suddenly startled, and nearly kicks the thing straight into the water. "Bloody hell cat. Here I am trying to go back to me ship, ye can't sneak up on a fella like that."
It meows and nuzzles him, feeling like air.
He steps away from it "Get away ye numpty." he huffed and rolled his eyes.
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
The elf continues to watch quietly from his shop window.
After a bit, the crowd disperses, and Sam heads back to the docks. He stretches and cracks his back, making a pleased noise.
The cat made of shadows silently slinks up to Sam's legs
Sam whips around, suddenly startled, and nearly kicks the thing straight into the water. "Bloody hell cat. Here I am trying to go back to me ship, ye can't sneak up on a fella like that."
It meows and nuzzles him, feeling like air.
He steps away from it "Get away ye numpty." he huffed and rolled his eyes.
The cat meows louder and follows him.
*Buddy, wanna link to my google doc that I made full of my characters and ideas?*
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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.
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
The elf continues to watch quietly from his shop window.
After a bit, the crowd disperses, and Sam heads back to the docks. He stretches and cracks his back, making a pleased noise.
The cat made of shadows silently slinks up to Sam's legs
Sam whips around, suddenly startled, and nearly kicks the thing straight into the water. "Bloody hell cat. Here I am trying to go back to me ship, ye can't sneak up on a fella like that."
It meows and nuzzles him, feeling like air.
He steps away from it "Get away ye numpty." he huffed and rolled his eyes.
The cat meows louder and follows him.
*Buddy, wanna link to my google doc that I made full of my characters and ideas?*
*Sure :]*
He sighs and turns away from it, ignoring it.
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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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Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
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
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Theren! how are ya?*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
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
"howdy" timber doesnt flinch, and fires the gun at the target "damn, almost got it"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*HOLY [1GP]!!! DUDE!!! LONG TIME NO SEE!!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ive been better in life, but im doing okay! its good to see ya!*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
The elf continues to watch quietly from his shop window.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Thats good man. Glad to hear it. To answer your question, lifes going okay. I graduate next week so ill be disappearing from the forms for a long long time*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(good morning everyone)
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
After a bit, the crowd disperses, and Sam heads back to the docks. He stretches and cracks his back, making a pleased noise.
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 cat made of shadows silently slinks up to Sam's legs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sam whips around, suddenly startled, and nearly kicks the thing straight into the water. "Bloody hell cat. Here I am trying to go back to me ship, ye can't sneak up on a fella like that."
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
*aww man, well congratulations! ive still got one more year*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
It meows and nuzzles him, feeling like air.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
galax is sitting at a table, reading a book
timber is in the rafters
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*you got this man! Oh, btw, i have a google doc with my characters and ideas. If you wanna view it I can share the link with ya :] *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He steps away from it "Get away ye numpty." he huffed and rolled his eyes.
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 cat meows louder and follows him.
*Buddy, wanna link to my google doc that I made full of my characters and ideas?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sure :]*
He sighs and turns away from it, ignoring 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