A clothing store has opened in town, the large pink and white sign overhead written in pretty cursive "Fine Cuts". The outfits in the window look specifically tailored for those who have fur, wings, claws, and tails. They are beautiful though, thoughtfully made and hand crafted.
Inside, a strugel woman sits behind a counter. She sips tea from fine china, also pink and white, the smell of roses filling the air. Her fur nearly pure white, paired with large black eyes and a cute pink nose and toe beans. The woman wears a long pink dress that is stitched with flowers of all different kinds.
A gangly, slouched figure steps inside, looking around as the smell of gingerbread mixes with the smell of roses. They wear a Venetian carnival mask, a cloak made of strips of colorful but faded fabric, and an equally colorful witch hat. Their eyes are like watery, gleaming rubies, and they have a faint glow to them. They give a nodding bow to the strugel woman.
She curtsies and beams "Hello good sir! Welcome to my fair boutique! If you need any help, please let me know!" She chirps happily.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A clothing store has opened in town, the large pink and white sign overhead written in pretty cursive "Fine Cuts". The outfits in the window look specifically tailored for those who have fur, wings, claws, and tails. They are beautiful though, thoughtfully made and hand crafted.
Inside, a strugel woman sits behind a counter. She sips tea from fine china, also pink and white, the smell of roses filling the air. Her fur nearly pure white, paired with large black eyes and a cute pink nose and toe beans. The woman wears a long pink dress that is stitched with flowers of all different kinds.
A white webby blob that’s formless and almost liquid crawls up top the counter.
She peers down at it and beams "Hello there dear! How are thou?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A clothing store has opened in town, the large pink and white sign overhead written in pretty cursive "Fine Cuts". The outfits in the window look specifically tailored for those who have fur, wings, claws, and tails. They are beautiful though, thoughtfully made and hand crafted.
Inside, a strugel woman sits behind a counter. She sips tea from fine china, also pink and white, the smell of roses filling the air. Her fur nearly pure white, paired with large black eyes and a cute pink nose and toe beans. The woman wears a long pink dress that is stitched with flowers of all different kinds.
A white webby blob that’s formless and almost liquid crawls up top the counter.
She peers down at it and beams "Hello there dear! How are thou?"
A tendril touches her and in her head she hears a voice, “Joyful!”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A clothing store has opened in town, the large pink and white sign overhead written in pretty cursive "Fine Cuts". The outfits in the window look specifically tailored for those who have fur, wings, claws, and tails. They are beautiful though, thoughtfully made and hand crafted.
Inside, a strugel woman sits behind a counter. She sips tea from fine china, also pink and white, the smell of roses filling the air. Her fur nearly pure white, paired with large black eyes and a cute pink nose and toe beans. The woman wears a long pink dress that is stitched with flowers of all different kinds.
A white webby blob that’s formless and almost liquid crawls up top the counter.
She peers down at it and beams "Hello there dear! How are thou?"
A tendril touches her and in her head she hears a voice, “Joyful!”
She blinks her large eyes and tilts her head "May I ask your name dear?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A gangly, slouched figure steps inside, looking around as the smell of gingerbread mixes with the smell of roses. They wear a Venetian carnival mask, a cloak made of strips of colorful but faded fabric, and an equally colorful witch hat. Their eyes are like watery, gleaming rubies. They give a nodding bow to the strugel woman.
She curtsies and beams "Hello good sir! Welcome to my fair boutique! If you need any help, please let me know!" She chirps happily.
"Yes, ahhhh... I... there's this girl. Young, not my type, but she's going through some strife at the moment, and I wanted to get her something warm and beautiful. Do you have anything for a moth faerie? It's deathly cold where she is, and she's not well-adapted to it." Their voice is gentle and gurgles as though their lungs were filled with liquid.
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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.
A gangly, slouched figure steps inside, looking around as the smell of gingerbread mixes with the smell of roses. They wear a Venetian carnival mask, a cloak made of strips of colorful but faded fabric, and an equally colorful witch hat. Their eyes are like watery, gleaming rubies. They give a nodding bow to the strugel woman.
She curtsies and beams "Hello good sir! Welcome to my fair boutique! If you need any help, please let me know!" She chirps happily.
"Yes, ahhhh... I... there's this girl. Young, not my type, but she's going through some strife at the moment, and I wanted to get her something warm and beautiful. Do you have anything for a moth faerie? It's deathly cold where she is, and she's not well-adapted to it." Their voice is gentle and gurgles as though their lungs were filled with liquid.
She instantly stands up "Oh my dear, how lovely of you! Yes yes, I have many things, I find right things for you. Beautiful things!" She skips over to a dress with soft fur lining and a lighter color palette meant for outdoors. She hums to herself and brings it over "I can make wing cuts here, on back, see?" She tilts her head "Perfect!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A clothing store has opened in town, the large pink and white sign overhead written in pretty cursive "Fine Cuts". The outfits in the window look specifically tailored for those who have fur, wings, claws, and tails. They are beautiful though, thoughtfully made and hand crafted.
Inside, a strugel woman sits behind a counter. She sips tea from fine china, also pink and white, the smell of roses filling the air. Her fur nearly pure white, paired with large black eyes and a cute pink nose and toe beans. The woman wears a long pink dress that is stitched with flowers of all different kinds.
A white webby blob that’s formless and almost liquid crawls up top the counter.
She peers down at it and beams "Hello there dear! How are thou?"
A tendril touches her and in her head she hears a voice, “Joyful!”
She blinks her large eyes and tilts her head "May I ask your name dear?"
“My host and I decide together. I’m currently without a host, my previous name was creation.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A clothing store has opened in town, the large pink and white sign overhead written in pretty cursive "Fine Cuts". The outfits in the window look specifically tailored for those who have fur, wings, claws, and tails. They are beautiful though, thoughtfully made and hand crafted.
Inside, a strugel woman sits behind a counter. She sips tea from fine china, also pink and white, the smell of roses filling the air. Her fur nearly pure white, paired with large black eyes and a cute pink nose and toe beans. The woman wears a long pink dress that is stitched with flowers of all different kinds.
A white webby blob that’s formless and almost liquid crawls up top the counter.
She peers down at it and beams "Hello there dear! How are thou?"
A tendril touches her and in her head she hears a voice, “Joyful!”
She blinks her large eyes and tilts her head "May I ask your name dear?"
“My host and I decide together. I’m currently without a host, my previous name was creation.”
"Interesting my dear, a pleasure to meet you! My name is Reeva, I am the owner of this lovely little boutique!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A clothing store has opened in town, the large pink and white sign overhead written in pretty cursive "Fine Cuts". The outfits in the window look specifically tailored for those who have fur, wings, claws, and tails. They are beautiful though, thoughtfully made and hand crafted.
Inside, a strugel woman sits behind a counter. She sips tea from fine china, also pink and white, the smell of roses filling the air. Her fur nearly pure white, paired with large black eyes and a cute pink nose and toe beans. The woman wears a long pink dress that is stitched with flowers of all different kinds.
A white webby blob that’s formless and almost liquid crawls up top the counter.
She peers down at it and beams "Hello there dear! How are thou?"
A tendril touches her and in her head she hears a voice, “Joyful!”
She blinks her large eyes and tilts her head "May I ask your name dear?"
“My host and I decide together. I’m currently without a host, my previous name was creation.”
"Interesting my dear, a pleasure to meet you! My name is Reeva, I am the owner of this lovely little boutique!"
“Ok, do you know anyone who could be my host? I survive and in return grant extraordinary powers,”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A clothing store has opened in town, the large pink and white sign overhead written in pretty cursive "Fine Cuts". The outfits in the window look specifically tailored for those who have fur, wings, claws, and tails. They are beautiful though, thoughtfully made and hand crafted.
Inside, a strugel woman sits behind a counter. She sips tea from fine china, also pink and white, the smell of roses filling the air. Her fur nearly pure white, paired with large black eyes and a cute pink nose and toe beans. The woman wears a long pink dress that is stitched with flowers of all different kinds.
A white webby blob that’s formless and almost liquid crawls up top the counter.
She peers down at it and beams "Hello there dear! How are thou?"
A tendril touches her and in her head she hears a voice, “Joyful!”
She blinks her large eyes and tilts her head "May I ask your name dear?"
“My host and I decide together. I’m currently without a host, my previous name was creation.”
"Interesting my dear, a pleasure to meet you! My name is Reeva, I am the owner of this lovely little boutique!"
“Ok, do you know anyone who could be my host? I survive and in return grant extraordinary powers,”
"Hmmm, can you control inorganic matter? I have a few mannequins in the back if you wish to use those."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A clothing store has opened in town, the large pink and white sign overhead written in pretty cursive "Fine Cuts". The outfits in the window look specifically tailored for those who have fur, wings, claws, and tails. They are beautiful though, thoughtfully made and hand crafted.
Inside, a strugel woman sits behind a counter. She sips tea from fine china, also pink and white, the smell of roses filling the air. Her fur nearly pure white, paired with large black eyes and a cute pink nose and toe beans. The woman wears a long pink dress that is stitched with flowers of all different kinds.
A white webby blob that’s formless and almost liquid crawls up top the counter.
She peers down at it and beams "Hello there dear! How are thou?"
A tendril touches her and in her head she hears a voice, “Joyful!”
She blinks her large eyes and tilts her head "May I ask your name dear?"
“My host and I decide together. I’m currently without a host, my previous name was creation.”
"Interesting my dear, a pleasure to meet you! My name is Reeva, I am the owner of this lovely little boutique!"
“Ok, do you know anyone who could be my host? I survive and in return grant extraordinary powers,”
"Hmmm, can you control inorganic matter? I have a few mannequins in the back if you wish to use those."
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A clothing store has opened in town, the large pink and white sign overhead written in pretty cursive "Fine Cuts". The outfits in the window look specifically tailored for those who have fur, wings, claws, and tails. They are beautiful though, thoughtfully made and hand crafted.
Inside, a strugel woman sits behind a counter. She sips tea from fine china, also pink and white, the smell of roses filling the air. Her fur nearly pure white, paired with large black eyes and a cute pink nose and toe beans. The woman wears a long pink dress that is stitched with flowers of all different kinds.
A white webby blob that’s formless and almost liquid crawls up top the counter.
She peers down at it and beams "Hello there dear! How are thou?"
A tendril touches her and in her head she hears a voice, “Joyful!”
She blinks her large eyes and tilts her head "May I ask your name dear?"
“My host and I decide together. I’m currently without a host, my previous name was creation.”
"Interesting my dear, a pleasure to meet you! My name is Reeva, I am the owner of this lovely little boutique!"
“Ok, do you know anyone who could be my host? I survive and in return grant extraordinary powers,”
"Hmmm, can you control inorganic matter? I have a few mannequins in the back if you wish to use those."
“No, could you be my host?l
"I am sorry my dear, I cannot. My body must stay pure I am afraid."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A clothing store has opened in town, the large pink and white sign overhead written in pretty cursive "Fine Cuts". The outfits in the window look specifically tailored for those who have fur, wings, claws, and tails. They are beautiful though, thoughtfully made and hand crafted.
Inside, a strugel woman sits behind a counter. She sips tea from fine china, also pink and white, the smell of roses filling the air. Her fur nearly pure white, paired with large black eyes and a cute pink nose and toe beans. The woman wears a long pink dress that is stitched with flowers of all different kinds.
A white webby blob that’s formless and almost liquid crawls up top the counter.
She peers down at it and beams "Hello there dear! How are thou?"
A tendril touches her and in her head she hears a voice, “Joyful!”
She blinks her large eyes and tilts her head "May I ask your name dear?"
“My host and I decide together. I’m currently without a host, my previous name was creation.”
"Interesting my dear, a pleasure to meet you! My name is Reeva, I am the owner of this lovely little boutique!"
“Ok, do you know anyone who could be my host? I survive and in return grant extraordinary powers,”
"Hmmm, can you control inorganic matter? I have a few mannequins in the back if you wish to use those."
“No, could you be my host?l
"I am sorry my dear, I cannot. My body must stay pure I am afraid."
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Yes, ahhhh... I... there's this girl. Young, not my type, but she's going through some strife at the moment, and I wanted to get her something warm and beautiful. Do you have anything for a moth faerie? It's deathly cold where she is, and she's not well-adapted to it." Their voice is gentle and gurgles as though their lungs were filled with liquid.
She instantly stands up "Oh my dear, how lovely of you! Yes yes, I have many things, I find right things for you. Beautiful things!" She skips over to a dress with soft fur lining and a lighter color palette meant for outdoors. She hums to herself and brings it over "I can make wing cuts here, on back, see?" She tilts her head "Perfect!"
"Mmmm... Yes." They murmur, handing over a tiny piece of paper with numbers written on it. "I had to eyeball her measurements, so it might not be perfect. Moths are associated with poison, so I avoided making any physical contact with her." They remove a glove to reveal scaly fingers, which they run along the fur. "This is very nice. Keep her warm. Perhaps I can get her mother's measurements as well. She's been suffering from the cold as well. She invited me into her sanctuary, so it's the least I can do."
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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.
A clothing store has opened in town, the large pink and white sign overhead written in pretty cursive "Fine Cuts". The outfits in the window look specifically tailored for those who have fur, wings, claws, and tails. They are beautiful though, thoughtfully made and hand crafted.
Inside, a strugel woman sits behind a counter. She sips tea from fine china, also pink and white, the smell of roses filling the air. Her fur nearly pure white, paired with large black eyes and a cute pink nose and toe beans. The woman wears a long pink dress that is stitched with flowers of all different kinds.
A white webby blob that’s formless and almost liquid crawls up top the counter.
She peers down at it and beams "Hello there dear! How are thou?"
A tendril touches her and in her head she hears a voice, “Joyful!”
She blinks her large eyes and tilts her head "May I ask your name dear?"
“My host and I decide together. I’m currently without a host, my previous name was creation.”
"Interesting my dear, a pleasure to meet you! My name is Reeva, I am the owner of this lovely little boutique!"
“Ok, do you know anyone who could be my host? I survive and in return grant extraordinary powers,”
"Hmmm, can you control inorganic matter? I have a few mannequins in the back if you wish to use those."
“No, could you be my host?l
"I am sorry my dear, I cannot. My body must stay pure I am afraid."
“Are you trying to call me unpure or evil?”
"No no, I just cannot let you enter me my dear." She laughs lightly.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Yes, ahhhh... I... there's this girl. Young, not my type, but she's going through some strife at the moment, and I wanted to get her something warm and beautiful. Do you have anything for a moth faerie? It's deathly cold where she is, and she's not well-adapted to it." Their voice is gentle and gurgles as though their lungs were filled with liquid.
She instantly stands up "Oh my dear, how lovely of you! Yes yes, I have many things, I find right things for you. Beautiful things!" She skips over to a dress with soft fur lining and a lighter color palette meant for outdoors. She hums to herself and brings it over "I can make wing cuts here, on back, see?" She tilts her head "Perfect!"
"Mmmm... Yes." They murmur, handing over a tiny piece of paper with numbers written on it. "I had to eyeball her measurements, so it might not be perfect. Moths are associated with poison, so I avoided making any physical contact with her." They remove a glove to reveal scaly fingers, which they run along the fur. "This is very nice. Keep her warm. Perhaps I can get her mother's measurements as well. She's been suffering from the cold as well. She invited me into her sanctuary, so it's the least I can do."
She claps her hands and jumps up and down "Perfect! I can get two of these made for you, does your girl have a particular color she favors? I can see if I can dye the fabric something she likes!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Mmmm... Yes." They murmur, handing over a tiny piece of paper with numbers written on it. "I had to eyeball her measurements, so it might not be perfect. Moths are associated with poison, so I avoided making any physical contact with her." They remove a glove to reveal scaly fingers, which they run along the fur. "This is very nice. Keep her warm. Perhaps I can get her mother's measurements as well. She's been suffering from the cold as well. She invited me into her sanctuary, so it's the least I can do."
She claps her hands and jumps up and down "Perfect! I can get two of these made for you, does your girl have a particular color she favors? I can see if I can dye the fabric something she likes!"
They chuckle, the red light of their eyes growing brighter and warmer. "Hmm... I've only seen her wear white. It might have religious significance, so I don't think we should risk it." They suddenly take several steps back, covering their mouth. Transparent, fizzing, red liquid drips from behind the mask as they cough violently. They make sure that it doesn't get on any of the clothes. "H... Hell... I'm so sorry."
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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.
A clothing store has opened in town, the large pink and white sign overhead written in pretty cursive "Fine Cuts". The outfits in the window look specifically tailored for those who have fur, wings, claws, and tails. They are beautiful though, thoughtfully made and hand crafted.
Inside, a strugel woman sits behind a counter. She sips tea from fine china, also pink and white, the smell of roses filling the air. Her fur nearly pure white, paired with large black eyes and a cute pink nose and toe beans. The woman wears a long pink dress that is stitched with flowers of all different kinds.
A white webby blob that’s formless and almost liquid crawls up top the counter.
She peers down at it and beams "Hello there dear! How are thou?"
A tendril touches her and in her head she hears a voice, “Joyful!”
She blinks her large eyes and tilts her head "May I ask your name dear?"
“My host and I decide together. I’m currently without a host, my previous name was creation.”
"Interesting my dear, a pleasure to meet you! My name is Reeva, I am the owner of this lovely little boutique!"
“Ok, do you know anyone who could be my host? I survive and in return grant extraordinary powers,”
"Hmmm, can you control inorganic matter? I have a few mannequins in the back if you wish to use those."
“No, could you be my host?l
"I am sorry my dear, I cannot. My body must stay pure I am afraid."
“Are you trying to call me unpure or evil?”
"No no, I just cannot let you enter me my dear." She laughs lightly.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Mmmm... Yes." They murmur, handing over a tiny piece of paper with numbers written on it. "I had to eyeball her measurements, so it might not be perfect. Moths are associated with poison, so I avoided making any physical contact with her." They remove a glove to reveal scaly fingers, which they run along the fur. "This is very nice. Keep her warm. Perhaps I can get her mother's measurements as well. She's been suffering from the cold as well. She invited me into her sanctuary, so it's the least I can do."
She claps her hands and jumps up and down "Perfect! I can get two of these made for you, does your girl have a particular color she favors? I can see if I can dye the fabric something she likes!"
They chuckle, the red light of their eyes growing brighter and warmer. "Hmm... I've only seen her wear white. It might have religious significance, so I don't think we should risk it." They suddenly take several steps back, covering their mouth. Transparent, fizzing, red liquid drips from behind the mask as they cough violently. They make sure that it doesn't get on any of the clothes. "H... Hell... I'm so sorry."
She tilts her head and blinks quietly "Are you alright dear?" She asks, fiddling with the bracelets around her paws
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A clothing store has opened in town, the large pink and white sign overhead written in pretty cursive "Fine Cuts". The outfits in the window look specifically tailored for those who have fur, wings, claws, and tails. They are beautiful though, thoughtfully made and hand crafted.
Inside, a strugel woman sits behind a counter. She sips tea from fine china, also pink and white, the smell of roses filling the air. Her fur nearly pure white, paired with large black eyes and a cute pink nose and toe beans. The woman wears a long pink dress that is stitched with flowers of all different kinds.
A white webby blob that’s formless and almost liquid crawls up top the counter.
She peers down at it and beams "Hello there dear! How are thou?"
A tendril touches her and in her head she hears a voice, “Joyful!”
She blinks her large eyes and tilts her head "May I ask your name dear?"
“My host and I decide together. I’m currently without a host, my previous name was creation.”
"Interesting my dear, a pleasure to meet you! My name is Reeva, I am the owner of this lovely little boutique!"
“Ok, do you know anyone who could be my host? I survive and in return grant extraordinary powers,”
"Hmmm, can you control inorganic matter? I have a few mannequins in the back if you wish to use those."
“No, could you be my host?l
"I am sorry my dear, I cannot. My body must stay pure I am afraid."
“Are you trying to call me unpure or evil?”
"No no, I just cannot let you enter me my dear." She laughs lightly.
“Why?”
"Personal preference dear, religious if you will. I must be pure in order to appears my goddess." She smiles
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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She curtsies and beams "Hello good sir! Welcome to my fair boutique! If you need any help, please let me know!" She chirps happily.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She peers down at it and beams "Hello there dear! How are thou?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A tendril touches her and in her head she hears a voice, “Joyful!”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She blinks her large eyes and tilts her head "May I ask your name dear?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yes, ahhhh... I... there's this girl. Young, not my type, but she's going through some strife at the moment, and I wanted to get her something warm and beautiful. Do you have anything for a moth faerie? It's deathly cold where she is, and she's not well-adapted to it." Their voice is gentle and gurgles as though their lungs were filled with liquid.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She instantly stands up "Oh my dear, how lovely of you! Yes yes, I have many things, I find right things for you. Beautiful things!" She skips over to a dress with soft fur lining and a lighter color palette meant for outdoors. She hums to herself and brings it over "I can make wing cuts here, on back, see?" She tilts her head "Perfect!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“My host and I decide together. I’m currently without a host, my previous name was creation.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Interesting my dear, a pleasure to meet you! My name is Reeva, I am the owner of this lovely little boutique!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Ok, do you know anyone who could be my host? I survive and in return grant extraordinary powers,”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Hmmm, can you control inorganic matter? I have a few mannequins in the back if you wish to use those."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“No, could you be my host?l
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"I am sorry my dear, I cannot. My body must stay pure I am afraid."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Are you trying to call me unpure or evil?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Mmmm... Yes." They murmur, handing over a tiny piece of paper with numbers written on it. "I had to eyeball her measurements, so it might not be perfect. Moths are associated with poison, so I avoided making any physical contact with her." They remove a glove to reveal scaly fingers, which they run along the fur. "This is very nice. Keep her warm. Perhaps I can get her mother's measurements as well. She's been suffering from the cold as well. She invited me into her sanctuary, so it's the least I can do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No no, I just cannot let you enter me my dear." She laughs lightly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She claps her hands and jumps up and down "Perfect! I can get two of these made for you, does your girl have a particular color she favors? I can see if I can dye the fabric something she likes!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They chuckle, the red light of their eyes growing brighter and warmer. "Hmm... I've only seen her wear white. It might have religious significance, so I don't think we should risk it." They suddenly take several steps back, covering their mouth. Transparent, fizzing, red liquid drips from behind the mask as they cough violently. They make sure that it doesn't get on any of the clothes. "H... Hell... I'm so sorry."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Why?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She tilts her head and blinks quietly "Are you alright dear?" She asks, fiddling with the bracelets around her paws
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Personal preference dear, religious if you will. I must be pure in order to appears my goddess." She smiles
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]