Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
A teahouse settled in the back of a enormous stag beetle seems to make its way into town, it is prettily decorated with white flowers of all kinds and bamboo in beautiful pots. Herbs sit in a vertical hanging pots that grow them wonderfully. The door to the front opens as a heavily armored man that wears full plate that looks like a rhino beetle. He rubs his gloved hands together and hops off the side, landing steadily.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
A teahouse settled in the back of a enormous stag beetle seems to make its way into town, it is prettily decorated with white flowers of all kinds and bamboo in beautiful pots. Herbs sit in a vertical hanging pots that grow them wonderfully. The door to the front opens as a heavily armored man that wears full plate that looks like a rhino beetle. He rubs his gloved hands together and hops off the side, landing steadily.
Isaac walks over and looks at the front of it
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
A teahouse settled in the back of a enormous stag beetle seems to make its way into town, it is prettily decorated with white flowers of all kinds and bamboo in beautiful pots. Herbs sit in a vertical hanging pots that grow them wonderfully. The door to the front opens as a heavily armored man that wears full plate that looks like a rhino beetle. He rubs his gloved hands together and hops off the side, landing steadily.
Isaac walks over and looks at the front of it
The armored creature looks down at him and waves, tilting his head from side to side.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A teahouse settled in the back of a enormous stag beetle seems to make its way into town, it is prettily decorated with white flowers of all kinds and bamboo in beautiful pots. Herbs sit in a vertical hanging pots that grow them wonderfully. The door to the front opens as a heavily armored man that wears full plate that looks like a rhino beetle. He rubs his gloved hands together and hops off the side, landing steadily.
A particularly tall and short-furred strugel (3' 9") strides over. He doesn't waddle like most strugels, his legs being slightly longer and stronger. He wears a heavy apron with various warm colors of spices spattered on it, the colors of a sunset with purple, red, and orange forming what looks almost like an abstract or impressionist painting. He also wears a purple top hat with an orange band and a chain around his waist. His markings are deep red, covering his face from the nose up and the limbs from the elbows and knees down. He wears an extremely cheap suit, to the point that it barely qualifies. It looks like it was made by someone's mom instead of an actual tailor, and he has the sleeves and legs rolled up to reveal his markings in full.
He waves, his expression full of quiet awe as he looks at the flowers, silently identifying them.
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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 teahouse settled in the back of a enormous stag beetle seems to make its way into town, it is prettily decorated with white flowers of all kinds and bamboo in beautiful pots. Herbs sit in a vertical hanging pots that grow them wonderfully. The door to the front opens as a heavily armored man that wears full plate that looks like a rhino beetle. He rubs his gloved hands together and hops off the side, landing steadily.
A particularly tall and short-furred strugel (3' 9") strides over. He doesn't waddle like most strugels, his legs being slightly longer and stronger. He wears a heavy apron with various warm colors of spices spattered on it, the colors of a sunset with purple, red, and orange forming what looks almost like an abstract or impressionist painting. He also wears a purple top hat with an orange band and a chain around his waist. His markings are deep red, covering his face from the nose up and the limbs from the elbows and knees down. He wears an extremely cheap suit, to the point that it barely qualifies. It looks like it was made by someone's mom instead of an actual tailor, and he has the sleeves and legs rolled up to reveal his markings in full.
He waves, his expression full of quiet awe as he looks at the flowers, silently identifying them.
The armoured figure waves back, fixing a robe that is fitted to drape nicely over his armor. He pads over, bugs seem to crawl through the fault points in the armour.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A teahouse settled in the back of a enormous stag beetle seems to make its way into town, it is prettily decorated with white flowers of all kinds and bamboo in beautiful pots. Herbs sit in a vertical hanging pots that grow them wonderfully. The door to the front opens as a heavily armored man that wears full plate that looks like a rhino beetle. He rubs his gloved hands together and hops off the side, landing steadily.
Isaac walks over and looks at the front of it
The armored creature looks down at him and waves, tilting his head from side to side.
He waves back "nice place you got here"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
A particularly tall and short-furred strugel (3' 9") strides over. He doesn't waddle like most strugels, his legs being slightly longer and stronger. He wears a heavy apron with various warm colors of spices spattered on it, the colors of a sunset with purple, red, and orange forming what looks almost like an abstract or impressionist painting. He also wears a purple top hat with an orange band and a chain around his waist. His markings are deep red, covering his face from the nose up and the limbs from the elbows and knees down. He wears an extremely cheap suit, to the point that it barely qualifies. It looks like it was made by someone's mom instead of an actual tailor, and he has the sleeves and legs rolled up to reveal his markings in full.
He waves, his expression full of quiet awe as he looks at the flowers, silently identifying them.
The armoured figure waves back, fixing a robe that is fitted to drape nicely over his armor. He pads over, bugs seem to crawl through the fault points in the armour.
The little man is immediately interested in the bugs. He opens a little journal and starts to look through it. He holds out a specific page with a somewhat uncommon caterpillar on it. His breathing is unsteady, and his eyes are wide. Too excited to speak, it seems.
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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 teahouse settled in the back of a enormous stag beetle seems to make its way into town, it is prettily decorated with white flowers of all kinds and bamboo in beautiful pots. Herbs sit in a vertical hanging pots that grow them wonderfully. The door to the front opens as a heavily armored man that wears full plate that looks like a rhino beetle. He rubs his gloved hands together and hops off the side, landing steadily.
Isaac walks over and looks at the front of it
The armored creature looks down at him and waves, tilting his head from side to side.
He waves back "nice place you got here"
"Thank you, it is my pride and joy." He nodded and patted the side of the stag beetle.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A particularly tall and short-furred strugel (3' 9") strides over. He doesn't waddle like most strugels, his legs being slightly longer and stronger. He wears a heavy apron with various warm colors of spices spattered on it, the colors of a sunset with purple, red, and orange forming what looks almost like an abstract or impressionist painting. He also wears a purple top hat with an orange band and a chain around his waist. His markings are deep red, covering his face from the nose up and the limbs from the elbows and knees down. He wears an extremely cheap suit, to the point that it barely qualifies. It looks like it was made by someone's mom instead of an actual tailor, and he has the sleeves and legs rolled up to reveal his markings in full.
He waves, his expression full of quiet awe as he looks at the flowers, silently identifying them.
The armoured figure waves back, fixing a robe that is fitted to drape nicely over his armor. He pads over, bugs seem to crawl through the fault points in the armour.
The little man is immediately interested in the bugs. He opens a little journal and starts to look through it. He holds out a specific page with a somewhat uncommon caterpillar on it. His breathing is unsteady, and his eyes are wide. Too excited to speak, it seems.
The man seems curious, taking it from them, looking it over. They pry off a piece of their armor, pulling a small caterpillar from his hoard.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*Hello again, my wonderful fellow creatures and cryptids! Sorry I keep disappearing- life has been busy as of late. How are y'all doing today?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Hey, Yvonne! I'm doing okay, but I have to have a major change in diet if I want to live.*
*I've been working on a new story, trying to read more, and building my DnD campaign on a time crunch.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*implodes*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(hello there my friend)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Hey there Moonie :)*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Heheheheheheh :3*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*intro time cuz I'm bored af*
A teahouse settled in the back of a enormous stag beetle seems to make its way into town, it is prettily decorated with white flowers of all kinds and bamboo in beautiful pots. Herbs sit in a vertical hanging pots that grow them wonderfully. The door to the front opens as a heavily armored man that wears full plate that looks like a rhino beetle. He rubs his gloved hands together and hops off the side, landing steadily.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A half-elf scuttles out from the shadows to inspect the tea house more closesly
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
(How are you doing today)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
The armored figure tilts their head and studies then back before waving
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*gtg sorry!*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
Isaac walks over and looks at the front of it
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
The armored creature looks down at him and waves, tilting his head from side to side.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A particularly tall and short-furred strugel (3' 9") strides over. He doesn't waddle like most strugels, his legs being slightly longer and stronger. He wears a heavy apron with various warm colors of spices spattered on it, the colors of a sunset with purple, red, and orange forming what looks almost like an abstract or impressionist painting. He also wears a purple top hat with an orange band and a chain around his waist. His markings are deep red, covering his face from the nose up and the limbs from the elbows and knees down. He wears an extremely cheap suit, to the point that it barely qualifies. It looks like it was made by someone's mom instead of an actual tailor, and he has the sleeves and legs rolled up to reveal his markings in full.
He waves, his expression full of quiet awe as he looks at the flowers, silently identifying them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The armoured figure waves back, fixing a robe that is fitted to drape nicely over his armor. He pads over, bugs seem to crawl through the fault points in the armour.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He waves back "nice place you got here"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
The little man is immediately interested in the bugs. He opens a little journal and starts to look through it. He holds out a specific page with a somewhat uncommon caterpillar on it. His breathing is unsteady, and his eyes are wide. Too excited to speak, it seems.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thank you, it is my pride and joy." He nodded and patted the side of the stag beetle.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The man seems curious, taking it from them, looking it over. They pry off a piece of their armor, pulling a small caterpillar from his hoard.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]