The forest seems to bend and twist as a warping energy runs through the ground and through every little thing. In the center of it all is a woman, sitting on the warped ground. She has long black hair that spills down her shoulders and around her like rivers. Her skin is almost as white as new snow with barely a hint of color. She has a single eyes vertically in the middle of her face accented by a small nose and mouth. She wears a long black dress with what appears to be made of thick black fog and silver bands around her neck.
She silently reaches out to the sky, her fingers dancing as if trying to beckon something to come closer.
The Abyss crawls toward her slowly from the edge of the warped ground, on all fours like an animal.
Her single eye spots him as she tilts her head to the side. She slowly reaches out a slender hand, fingers dancing again as if to reach him.
The forest seems to bend and twist as a warping energy runs through the ground and through every little thing. In the center of it all is a woman, sitting on the warped ground. She has long black hair that spills down her shoulders and around her like rivers. Her skin is almost as white as new snow with barely a hint of color. She has a single eyes vertically in the middle of her face accented by a small nose and mouth. She wears a long black dress with what appears to be made of thick black fog and silver bands around her neck.
She silently reaches out to the sky, her fingers dancing as if trying to beckon something to come closer.
The Abyss crawls toward her slowly from the edge of the warped ground, on all fours like an animal.
Her single eye spots him as she tilts her head to the side. She slowly reaches out a slender hand, fingers dancing again as if to reach him.
The Abyss stands up, moving more like a marionette than an actual creature. It holds out its hand to hers.
The forest seems to bend and twist as a warping energy runs through the ground and through every little thing. In the center of it all is a woman, sitting on the warped ground. She has long black hair that spills down her shoulders and around her like rivers. Her skin is almost as white as new snow with barely a hint of color. She has a single eyes vertically in the middle of her face accented by a small nose and mouth. She wears a long black dress with what appears to be made of thick black fog and silver bands around her neck.
She silently reaches out to the sky, her fingers dancing as if trying to beckon something to come closer.
The Abyss crawls toward her slowly from the edge of the warped ground, on all fours like an animal.
Her single eye spots him as she tilts her head to the side. She slowly reaches out a slender hand, fingers dancing again as if to reach him.
The Abyss stands up, moving more like a marionette than an actual creature. It holds out its hand to hers.
She smiles gently before placing his hand on her forehead and closing her eye. She wraps her fingers around his wrist, a silent need of wanting him to stay there.
The forest seems to bend and twist as a warping energy runs through the ground and through every little thing. In the center of it all is a woman, sitting on the warped ground. She has long black hair that spills down her shoulders and around her like rivers. Her skin is almost as white as new snow with barely a hint of color. She has a single eyes vertically in the middle of her face accented by a small nose and mouth. She wears a long black dress with what appears to be made of thick black fog and silver bands around her neck.
She silently reaches out to the sky, her fingers dancing as if trying to beckon something to come closer.
The Abyss crawls toward her slowly from the edge of the warped ground, on all fours like an animal.
Her single eye spots him as she tilts her head to the side. She slowly reaches out a slender hand, fingers dancing again as if to reach him.
The Abyss stands up, moving more like a marionette than an actual creature. It holds out its hand to hers.
She smiles gently before placing his hand on her forehead and closing her eye. She wraps her fingers around his wrist, a silent need of wanting him to stay there.
It simply stands there with her for a solid minute before speaking gently. "A pleasure to meet you, darling."
"That sounds nice. I don't happen to have a home anymore."
'I recommend it down here. There's room enough for both of us in this town's network'
"Hmm. I will consider it, but my body under these wraps is extremely septic, and may pose a danger to the local micro-wildlife in the event that I fall into the sewage. Even worse, it might result in the rats or other sewer-dwellers becoming ill."
The forest seems to bend and twist as a warping energy runs through the ground and through every little thing. In the center of it all is a woman, sitting on the warped ground. She has long black hair that spills down her shoulders and around her like rivers. Her skin is almost as white as new snow with barely a hint of color. She has a single eyes vertically in the middle of her face accented by a small nose and mouth. She wears a long black dress with what appears to be made of thick black fog and silver bands around her neck.
She silently reaches out to the sky, her fingers dancing as if trying to beckon something to come closer.
The Abyss crawls toward her slowly from the edge of the warped ground, on all fours like an animal.
Her single eye spots him as she tilts her head to the side. She slowly reaches out a slender hand, fingers dancing again as if to reach him.
The Abyss stands up, moving more like a marionette than an actual creature. It holds out its hand to hers.
She smiles gently before placing his hand on her forehead and closing her eye. She wraps her fingers around his wrist, a silent need of wanting him to stay there.
It simply stands there with her for a solid minute before speaking gently. "A pleasure to meet you, darling."
"Where am I?... What am I?... What are you? You are so gentle compared to the others... Why am I here?" She says in Deep Speech, her voice gravelly but gentle.
"That sounds nice. I don't happen to have a home anymore."
'I recommend it down here. There's room enough for both of us in this town's network'
"Hmm. I will consider it, but my body under these wraps is extremely septic, and may pose a danger to the local micro-wildlife in the event that I fall into the sewage. Even worse, it might result in the rats or other sewer-dwellers becoming ill."
'Ya so septic that ya might endanger the sewer critters? Man, that's gotta be bad!'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The forest seems to bend and twist as a warping energy runs through the ground and through every little thing. In the center of it all is a woman, sitting on the warped ground. She has long black hair that spills down her shoulders and around her like rivers. Her skin is almost as white as new snow with barely a hint of color. She has a single eyes vertically in the middle of her face accented by a small nose and mouth. She wears a long black dress with what appears to be made of thick black fog and silver bands around her neck.
She silently reaches out to the sky, her fingers dancing as if trying to beckon something to come closer.
The Abyss crawls toward her slowly from the edge of the warped ground, on all fours like an animal.
Her single eye spots him as she tilts her head to the side. She slowly reaches out a slender hand, fingers dancing again as if to reach him.
The Abyss stands up, moving more like a marionette than an actual creature. It holds out its hand to hers.
She smiles gently before placing his hand on her forehead and closing her eye. She wraps her fingers around his wrist, a silent need of wanting him to stay there.
It simply stands there with her for a solid minute before speaking gently. "A pleasure to meet you, darling."
"Where am I?... What am I?... What are you? You are so gentle compared to the others... Why am I here?" She says in Deep Speech, her voice gravelly but gentle.
It replies in the same language, lightly accented in Abyssal, giving it a faint, strange, soothing quality. "You are near an inn, in the middle of a forest. I do not know what you are or why you are here, but I will help you with whatever you need. As for my nature, I am a... friend. Yes, that is what I am."
"That sounds nice. I don't happen to have a home anymore."
'I recommend it down here. There's room enough for both of us in this town's network'
"Hmm. I will consider it, but my body under these wraps is extremely septic, and may pose a danger to the local micro-wildlife in the event that I fall into the sewage. Even worse, it might result in the rats or other sewer-dwellers becoming ill."
'Ya so septic that ya might endanger the sewer critters? Man, that's gotta be bad!'
"My touch has left entire battlefields dead or wishing they were. Thus, my bandages."
The forest seems to bend and twist as a warping energy runs through the ground and through every little thing. In the center of it all is a woman, sitting on the warped ground. She has long black hair that spills down her shoulders and around her like rivers. Her skin is almost as white as new snow with barely a hint of color. She has a single eyes vertically in the middle of her face accented by a small nose and mouth. She wears a long black dress with what appears to be made of thick black fog and silver bands around her neck.
She silently reaches out to the sky, her fingers dancing as if trying to beckon something to come closer.
The Abyss crawls toward her slowly from the edge of the warped ground, on all fours like an animal.
Her single eye spots him as she tilts her head to the side. She slowly reaches out a slender hand, fingers dancing again as if to reach him.
The Abyss stands up, moving more like a marionette than an actual creature. It holds out its hand to hers.
She smiles gently before placing his hand on her forehead and closing her eye. She wraps her fingers around his wrist, a silent need of wanting him to stay there.
It simply stands there with her for a solid minute before speaking gently. "A pleasure to meet you, darling."
"Where am I?... What am I?... What are you? You are so gentle compared to the others... Why am I here?" She says in Deep Speech, her voice gravelly but gentle.
It replies in the same language, lightly accented in Abyssal, giving it a faint, strange, soothing quality. "You are near an inn, in the middle of a forest. I do not know what you are or why you are here, but I will help you with whatever you need. As for my nature, I am a... friend. Yes, that is what I am."
"A friend?" She pulls her forehead away from his hand and turns her gaze back up towards the sky, her hand reaching back out towards it. "Friends is a risky word... Easy to abuse.."
The forest seems to bend and twist as a warping energy runs through the ground and through every little thing. In the center of it all is a woman, sitting on the warped ground. She has long black hair that spills down her shoulders and around her like rivers. Her skin is almost as white as new snow with barely a hint of color. She has a single eyes vertically in the middle of her face accented by a small nose and mouth. She wears a long black dress with what appears to be made of thick black fog and silver bands around her neck.
She silently reaches out to the sky, her fingers dancing as if trying to beckon something to come closer.
The Abyss crawls toward her slowly from the edge of the warped ground, on all fours like an animal.
Her single eye spots him as she tilts her head to the side. She slowly reaches out a slender hand, fingers dancing again as if to reach him.
The Abyss stands up, moving more like a marionette than an actual creature. It holds out its hand to hers.
She smiles gently before placing his hand on her forehead and closing her eye. She wraps her fingers around his wrist, a silent need of wanting him to stay there.
It simply stands there with her for a solid minute before speaking gently. "A pleasure to meet you, darling."
"Where am I?... What am I?... What are you? You are so gentle compared to the others... Why am I here?" She says in Deep Speech, her voice gravelly but gentle.
It replies in the same language, lightly accented in Abyssal, giving it a faint, strange, soothing quality. "You are near an inn, in the middle of a forest. I do not know what you are or why you are here, but I will help you with whatever you need. As for my nature, I am a... friend. Yes, that is what I am."
"A friend?" She pulls her forehead away from his hand and turns her gaze back up towards the sky, her hand reaching back out towards it. "Friends is a risky word... Easy to abuse.."
"Yes... it is. I chose it for that reason. I am a trustworthy ally, but I don't take sides in any conflict. I answer every call, no matter what." He looks up to the heavens as well.
'Thank you. I can make a good living off the dead. Some call me a parasite, but it's not like I ever actually hurt anyone.'
"Parasitism is not defined by a predatory relationship, but an unbalanced one. Your lack of contribution to the world above while still taking from it defines you as a parasite. Or am I misunderstanding your role in this world?"
The forest seems to bend and twist as a warping energy runs through the ground and through every little thing. In the center of it all is a woman, sitting on the warped ground. She has long black hair that spills down her shoulders and around her like rivers. Her skin is almost as white as new snow with barely a hint of color. She has a single eyes vertically in the middle of her face accented by a small nose and mouth. She wears a long black dress with what appears to be made of thick black fog and silver bands around her neck.
She silently reaches out to the sky, her fingers dancing as if trying to beckon something to come closer.
The Abyss crawls toward her slowly from the edge of the warped ground, on all fours like an animal.
Her single eye spots him as she tilts her head to the side. She slowly reaches out a slender hand, fingers dancing again as if to reach him.
The Abyss stands up, moving more like a marionette than an actual creature. It holds out its hand to hers.
She smiles gently before placing his hand on her forehead and closing her eye. She wraps her fingers around his wrist, a silent need of wanting him to stay there.
It simply stands there with her for a solid minute before speaking gently. "A pleasure to meet you, darling."
"Where am I?... What am I?... What are you? You are so gentle compared to the others... Why am I here?" She says in Deep Speech, her voice gravelly but gentle.
It replies in the same language, lightly accented in Abyssal, giving it a faint, strange, soothing quality. "You are near an inn, in the middle of a forest. I do not know what you are or why you are here, but I will help you with whatever you need. As for my nature, I am a... friend. Yes, that is what I am."
"A friend?" She pulls her forehead away from his hand and turns her gaze back up towards the sky, her hand reaching back out towards it. "Friends is a risky word... Easy to abuse.."
"Yes... it is. I chose it for that reason. I am a trustworthy ally, but I don't take sides in any conflict. I answer every call, no matter what." He looks up to the heavens as well.
"A friend... I shall try to be one to you then.." She said and looked back at him, her eye blinking. "Through I am not the right material..."
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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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'It is. Almost comforting down here. Home-like'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Her single eye spots him as she tilts her head to the side. She slowly reaches out a slender hand, fingers dancing again as if to reach him.
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 Abyss stands up, moving more like a marionette than an actual creature. It holds out its hand to hers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That sounds nice. I don't happen to have a home anymore."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She smiles gently before placing his hand on her forehead and closing her eye. She wraps her fingers around his wrist, a silent need of wanting him to stay there.
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 recommend it down here. There's room enough for both of us in this town's network'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
It simply stands there with her for a solid minute before speaking gently. "A pleasure to meet you, darling."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hmm. I will consider it, but my body under these wraps is extremely septic, and may pose a danger to the local micro-wildlife in the event that I fall into the sewage. Even worse, it might result in the rats or other sewer-dwellers becoming ill."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Where am I?... What am I?... What are you? You are so gentle compared to the others... Why am I here?" She says in Deep Speech, her voice gravelly but gentle.
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
'Ya so septic that ya might endanger the sewer critters? Man, that's gotta be bad!'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
It replies in the same language, lightly accented in Abyssal, giving it a faint, strange, soothing quality. "You are near an inn, in the middle of a forest. I do not know what you are or why you are here, but I will help you with whatever you need. As for my nature, I am a... friend. Yes, that is what I am."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"My touch has left entire battlefields dead or wishing they were. Thus, my bandages."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Ah, that makes sense. Though I do like battlefields. Lots of armour lying around, and weapons.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"A friend?" She pulls her forehead away from his hand and turns her gaze back up towards the sky, her hand reaching back out towards it. "Friends is a risky word... Easy to abuse.."
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 have no need of such things. If I am ever in a situation where I need to kill someone, I will alert you once the task is done."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Thank you. I can make a good living off the dead. Some call me a parasite, but it's not like I ever actually hurt anyone.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Yes... it is. I chose it for that reason. I am a trustworthy ally, but I don't take sides in any conflict. I answer every call, no matter what." He looks up to the heavens as well.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Parasitism is not defined by a predatory relationship, but an unbalanced one. Your lack of contribution to the world above while still taking from it defines you as a parasite. Or am I misunderstanding your role in this world?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'In which case, I guess I am a parasite. But I'd rather be that than a predator'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"A friend... I shall try to be one to you then.." She said and looked back at him, her eye blinking. "Through I am not the right material..."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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