Mirinn is sitting outside under a tree, carving a small wooden figurine.
Kristhryra is on the roof, practicing her fighting moves, which looks sort of like mantis-style kung fu.
*May make Sharissa for this account*
Brand is outside, testing his firearms.
Anson is picking a chest's lock.
Remor is curled up on the couch, cleaning his fur.
*-gasp- I remember when you first made Anson!*
Mirinn looks up from her carving to see what the loud noises are.
*I spun a wheel and got him :]*
Brand spins his pistol in hand like a cowboy from the old west before firing it at a wooden dummy.
Mirinn watches for a moment before going back to her carving.
Alex approaches Mirinn.
*Could I have a description, please?*
"What are you carving?"
She looks up at Alex. "I am carving as I think of what to carve. Right now it seems like a big cat." She holds it up, and it looks like a lion.
*In spoiler, can I get one of Alex?*
A 6'0 white dragonborn. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Mirinn is sitting outside under a tree, carving a small wooden figurine.
Kristhryra is on the roof, practicing her fighting moves, which looks sort of like mantis-style kung fu.
*May make Sharissa for this account*
Brand is outside, testing his firearms.
Anson is picking a chest's lock.
Remor is curled up on the couch, cleaning his fur.
*-gasp- I remember when you first made Anson!*
Mirinn looks up from her carving to see what the loud noises are.
*I spun a wheel and got him :]*
Brand spins his pistol in hand like a cowboy from the old west before firing it at a wooden dummy.
Mirinn watches for a moment before going back to her carving.
Alex approaches Mirinn.
*Could I have a description, please?*
"What are you carving?"
She looks up at Alex. "I am carving as I think of what to carve. Right now it seems like a big cat." She holds it up, and it looks like a lion.
*In spoiler, can I get one of Alex?*
A 6'0 white dragonborn. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
*Sure!*
An average-sized kobold/reborn, standing at about 2' 5". They wear a ragged, dull green cloak and a Heward's Handy Haversack on his back. In their hand, they perpetually hold a strange artifact, resembling a cylindrical censer, but decorated with chthonic bones and constantly emitting green light.
"I've never seen a lion before. I've seen a manticore, though! But it was undead, so I guess it doesn't really count."
Mirinn is sitting outside under a tree, carving a small wooden figurine.
Kristhryra is on the roof, practicing her fighting moves, which looks sort of like mantis-style kung fu.
*May make Sharissa for this account*
Brand is outside, testing his firearms.
Anson is picking a chest's lock.
Remor is curled up on the couch, cleaning his fur.
*-gasp- I remember when you first made Anson!*
Mirinn looks up from her carving to see what the loud noises are.
*I spun a wheel and got him :]*
Brand spins his pistol in hand like a cowboy from the old west before firing it at a wooden dummy.
Mirinn watches for a moment before going back to her carving.
Alex approaches Mirinn.
*Could I have a description, please?*
"What are you carving?"
She looks up at Alex. "I am carving as I think of what to carve. Right now it seems like a big cat." She holds it up, and it looks like a lion.
*In spoiler, can I get one of Alex?*
A 6'0 white dragonborn. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
*Sure!*
An average-sized kobold/reborn, standing at about 2' 5". They wear a ragged, dull green cloak and a Heward's Handy Haversack on his back. In their hand, they perpetually hold a strange artifact, resembling a cylindrical censer, but decorated with chthonic bones and constantly emitting green light.
"I've never seen a lion before. I've seen a manticore, though! But it was undead, so I guess it doesn't really count."
"You at least know it's a lion, so it is fine." She looks at the strange object in Alex's hand carefully.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Mirinn is sitting outside under a tree, carving a small wooden figurine.
Kristhryra is on the roof, practicing her fighting moves, which looks sort of like mantis-style kung fu.
*May make Sharissa for this account*
Brand is outside, testing his firearms.
Anson is picking a chest's lock.
Remor is curled up on the couch, cleaning his fur.
*-gasp- I remember when you first made Anson!*
Mirinn looks up from her carving to see what the loud noises are.
*I spun a wheel and got him :]*
Brand spins his pistol in hand like a cowboy from the old west before firing it at a wooden dummy.
Mirinn watches for a moment before going back to her carving.
Alex approaches Mirinn.
*Could I have a description, please?*
"What are you carving?"
She looks up at Alex. "I am carving as I think of what to carve. Right now it seems like a big cat." She holds it up, and it looks like a lion.
*In spoiler, can I get one of Alex?*
A 6'0 white dragonborn. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
*Sure!*
An average-sized kobold/reborn, standing at about 2' 5". They wear a ragged, dull green cloak and a Heward's Handy Haversack on his back. In their hand, they perpetually hold a strange artifact, resembling a cylindrical censer, but decorated with chthonic bones and constantly emitting green light.
"I've never seen a lion before. I've seen a manticore, though! But it was undead, so I guess it doesn't really count."
"You at least know it's a lion, so it is fine." She looks at the strange object in Alex's hand carefully.
She gets the feeling that the object is looking back at her.
Mirinn is sitting outside under a tree, carving a small wooden figurine.
Kristhryra is on the roof, practicing her fighting moves, which looks sort of like mantis-style kung fu.
*May make Sharissa for this account*
Brand is outside, testing his firearms.
Anson is picking a chest's lock.
Remor is curled up on the couch, cleaning his fur.
*-gasp- I remember when you first made Anson!*
Mirinn looks up from her carving to see what the loud noises are.
*I spun a wheel and got him :]*
Brand spins his pistol in hand like a cowboy from the old west before firing it at a wooden dummy.
Mirinn watches for a moment before going back to her carving.
Alex approaches Mirinn.
*Could I have a description, please?*
"What are you carving?"
She looks up at Alex. "I am carving as I think of what to carve. Right now it seems like a big cat." She holds it up, and it looks like a lion.
*In spoiler, can I get one of Alex?*
A 6'0 white dragonborn. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
*Sure!*
An average-sized kobold/reborn, standing at about 2' 5". They wear a ragged, dull green cloak and a Heward's Handy Haversack on his back. In their hand, they perpetually hold a strange artifact, resembling a cylindrical censer, but decorated with chthonic bones and constantly emitting green light.
"I've never seen a lion before. I've seen a manticore, though! But it was undead, so I guess it doesn't really count."
"You at least know it's a lion, so it is fine." She looks at the strange object in Alex's hand carefully.
She gets the feeling that the object is looking back at her.
"Um, excusez moi, but may I ask what... that is?" She points at the object.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Mirinn is sitting outside under a tree, carving a small wooden figurine.
Kristhryra is on the roof, practicing her fighting moves, which looks sort of like mantis-style kung fu.
*May make Sharissa for this account*
Brand is outside, testing his firearms.
Anson is picking a chest's lock.
Remor is curled up on the couch, cleaning his fur.
*-gasp- I remember when you first made Anson!*
Mirinn looks up from her carving to see what the loud noises are.
*I spun a wheel and got him :]*
Brand spins his pistol in hand like a cowboy from the old west before firing it at a wooden dummy.
Mirinn watches for a moment before going back to her carving.
Suddenly the bullet ricochets off the target and comes flying back.
*To Brand or her?*
*Either one for me is ok*
*Let's say Mirinn, for fun.*
She ducks in surprise as the bullet embeds itself into the tree behind her.
Brand calls out "SORRY!!!"
She looks back up, looking right angry. "What was that for?! Be careful!"
"I said im sorry, i did not intentionally mean to almost hit you"
She stood up. "But it still happened! Vous devez etre plus prudent avec des choses comme ca!" She seems to accidentally slip into french as she yells.
"Speak normally!!" he yells back, trying to mimic her anger.
Harbor, for no reason other then i want to, appears, watching the fight.
"I AM SPEAKING NORMALLY!" As she yells extra loud, her mouth shoots a small fog into the air, as if her breath was freezing.
"RAAAAAAAH!" he roars back, mimicking her.
Harbor, stands at Mirinn, hissing at Brand.
Mirinn roars back, this one an actual roar equal to a dragon. Brand can feel small ice crystals forming in small areas across the front of his body.
"Oh! ow! ok geez!' Brand says
She steps back, breathing heavily while looking at Brand for a moment longer. Then she turned and noticed Harbor. "Oh, Harbor. I'm... sorry you had to see me like that."
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"Oh, this? I guess you could say it's my lifeline. It was given to me by my lord in trade for letting him study an eldritch curse put on my family. It keeps me alive."
Mirinn is sitting outside under a tree, carving a small wooden figurine.
Kristhryra is on the roof, practicing her fighting moves, which looks sort of like mantis-style kung fu.
*May make Sharissa for this account*
Brand is outside, testing his firearms.
Anson is picking a chest's lock.
Remor is curled up on the couch, cleaning his fur.
*-gasp- I remember when you first made Anson!*
Mirinn looks up from her carving to see what the loud noises are.
*I spun a wheel and got him :]*
Brand spins his pistol in hand like a cowboy from the old west before firing it at a wooden dummy.
Mirinn watches for a moment before going back to her carving.
Suddenly the bullet ricochets off the target and comes flying back.
*To Brand or her?*
*Either one for me is ok*
*Let's say Mirinn, for fun.*
She ducks in surprise as the bullet embeds itself into the tree behind her.
Brand calls out "SORRY!!!"
She looks back up, looking right angry. "What was that for?! Be careful!"
"I said im sorry, i did not intentionally mean to almost hit you"
She stood up. "But it still happened! Vous devez etre plus prudent avec des choses comme ca!" She seems to accidentally slip into french as she yells.
"Speak normally!!" he yells back, trying to mimic her anger.
Harbor, for no reason other then i want to, appears, watching the fight.
"I AM SPEAKING NORMALLY!" As she yells extra loud, her mouth shoots a small fog into the air, as if her breath was freezing.
"RAAAAAAAH!" he roars back, mimicking her.
Harbor, stands at Mirinn, hissing at Brand.
Mirinn roars back, this one an actual roar equal to a dragon. Brand can feel small ice crystals forming in small areas across the front of his body.
"Oh! ow! ok geez!' Brand says
She steps back, breathing heavily while looking at Brand for a moment longer. Then she turned and noticed Harbor. "Oh, Harbor. I'm... sorry you had to see me like that."
Brand grumbles a bit, brushing the ice off himself.
"Its fine! i was helping you!" he said and bared his teeth like a vicious wildcat.
"Oh, this? I guess you could say it's my lifeline. It was given to me by my lord in trade for letting him study an eldritch curse put on my family. It keeps me alive."
*Oh, are you on mobile?*
"Oh, I'm sorry about the curse."
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She steps back, breathing heavily while looking at Brand for a moment longer. Then she turned and noticed Harbor. "Oh, Harbor. I'm... sorry you had to see me like that."
Brand grumbles a bit, brushing the ice off himself.
"Its fine! i was helping you!" he said and bared his teeth like a vicious wildcat.
Mirinn smiled towards Harbor and chuckled a bit. "Do you want to get out of here?"
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She steps back, breathing heavily while looking at Brand for a moment longer. Then she turned and noticed Harbor. "Oh, Harbor. I'm... sorry you had to see me like that."
Brand grumbles a bit, brushing the ice off himself.
"Its fine! i was helping you!" he said and bared his teeth like a vicious wildcat.
Mirinn smiled towards Harbor and chuckled a bit. "Do you want to get out of here?"
"Sure!" He said and grinned from whisker to whisker.
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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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She looks up at Alex. "I am carving as I think of what to carve. Right now it seems like a big cat." She holds it up, and it looks like a lion.
*In spoiler, can I get one of Alex?*
A 6'0 white dragonborn. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Brand calls out "SORRY!!!"
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
She looks back up, looking right angry. "What was that for?! Be careful!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I said im sorry, i did not intentionally mean to almost hit you"
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
*Sure!*
An average-sized kobold/reborn, standing at about 2' 5". They wear a ragged, dull green cloak and a Heward's Handy Haversack on his back. In their hand, they perpetually hold a strange artifact, resembling a cylindrical censer, but decorated with chthonic bones and constantly emitting green light.
"I've never seen a lion before. I've seen a manticore, though! But it was undead, so I guess it doesn't really count."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She stood up. "But it still happened! Vous devez etre plus prudent avec des choses comme ca!" She seems to accidentally slip into french as she yells.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"You at least know it's a lion, so it is fine." She looks at the strange object in Alex's hand carefully.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Speak normally!!" he yells back, trying to mimic her anger.
Harbor, for no reason other then i want to, appears, watching the fight.
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
"I AM SPEAKING NORMALLY!" As she yells extra loud, her mouth shoots a small fog into the air, as if her breath was freezing.
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
She gets the feeling that the object is looking back at her.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Um, excusez moi, but may I ask what... that is?" She points at the object.
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"RAAAAAAAH!" he roars back, mimicking her.
Harbor, stands at Mirinn, hissing at Brand.
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
Mirinn roars back, this one an actual roar equal to a dragon. Brand can feel small ice crystals forming in small areas across the front of his body.
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Oh! ow! ok geez!' Brand says
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
She steps back, breathing heavily while looking at Brand for a moment longer. Then she turned and noticed Harbor. "Oh, Harbor. I'm... sorry you had to see me like that."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Brand grumbles a bit, brushing the ice off himself.
"Its fine! i was helping you!" he said and bared his teeth like a vicious wildcat.
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
*Oh, are you on mobile?*
"Oh, I'm sorry about the curse."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Mirinn smiled towards Harbor and chuckled a bit. "Do you want to get out of here?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Sure!" He said and grinned from whisker to whisker.
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