*since some more stuff is happening, bringing in raven man aswell*
Zenix is sat atop a roof, watching the town
In an explosion of cool blue mist, a scholarly blonde sun elf with streaks of teal in his hair stands behind Zenix. A single drop of his tea lands on the roof. “Hello. A beautiful sight, isn’t it? Hard to believe such dark secrets can lurk around here…”
"Can't be shadows if there's no light." He shrugs, "everything's got a dark side, no matter how small."
“Aye.” The elf sits. “I’ve come here tracking a few eldritch creatures called the Others. All of them are horrific, lanky amalgamations wearing masks and chains. Have you seen anything of the sort?”
"No, I find my eyes land more in the Fey threats."
“One of them is a fey… They call it Twiggy-Eye. But the Others have slept for centuries. Only one, the self-proclaimed Sovereign of Shadows, may be active in this world. I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself.” The elf offers a handshake. “Name’s Thauin, though most everyone calls me Thirteen.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mori’s circus is putting on a show right out of town.
the Prince in yellow is in an alleyway, vomiting black Ichor. It lifted its mask up slightly, but it’s hiding its face with its hands.
*Salutations!*
A warm psionic presence pricks the back of its mind. <Heyyy, if you’re having stomach troubles, I can help ya!>
Responding is a strange psychic force, definitely aberrant, saying, “I know not… OH who you are… GOD or what you …IT are capable of…but…HURTS please help…”
<I’m a thri-keen drug dealer! Hold on, be there in a wink.> Soon, a pale mantis-folk in a medieval tux runs up. <Oh my… uhhh, what can I do to help?>
“the stars…SOCarcosa… MUCHI need to see the stars…PAIN”
Mori’s circus is putting on a show right out of town.
the Prince in yellow is in an alleyway, vomiting black Ichor. It lifted its mask up slightly, but it’s hiding its face with its hands.
*Salutations!*
A warm psionic presence pricks the back of its mind. <Heyyy, if you’re having stomach troubles, I can help ya!>
Responding is a strange psychic force, definitely aberrant, saying, “I know not… OH who you are… GOD or what you …IT are capable of…but…HURTS please help…”
<I’m a thri-keen drug dealer! Hold on, be there in a wink.> Soon, a pale mantis-folk in a medieval tux runs up. <Oh my… uhhh, what can I do to help?>
“the stars…SOCarcosa… MUCHI need to see the stars…PAIN”
<Uhhh… real stars? I guess if you took enough of this stuff, you’d see stars of a sort…> Pch-Ptah attempts to help the Prince up and move it out of the alley.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*since some more stuff is happening, bringing in raven man aswell*
Zenix is sat atop a roof, watching the town
He can feel his connection to Yuri poisoned, her aura smeared with crimson like blood.
He grimaced slightly, hopping off the roof to go search for her
He finds her standing on a hill, watching the town with narrowed crimson eyes. The bracelets and crown of thorns are back.
"Yuri?" He says, cautiously approaching
She raised a brow as her lips raise in disgust "Ah, the one who left the court." She snarled.
His eye twitches slightly, "You left our court same as I. Is something messing with you?"
He eyes snap to green suddenly as Tatiana takes control "But of course you lively traitor. I am glad to have my little warlord back."
He growls, "Let her go." He says, drawing his sword incase something starts to go wrong
"Oh, I am afraid I can't do that." She said "You see, I have work I need done. And some of it is currently destroying my lands."
"She's not your puppet anymore witch." He says
"Hurtful words, but yes she is. I took her in, nobody wanted her ever. I made her beautiful and gave her power no mortal could ever have."
"Oh you're such a Saint. Until someone questions why you helped them, figures out its all a lie." He spits out the words, voice filled with venom
She chuckles "If you want me out, all you have to do is kill her. By all means, I know you won't. She has your pitiful little heart wrapped around her pinky finger." She rolls her eyes and grins "Excuse me, there are bigger issues out there besides a traitor who can barely survive it the outside."
*since some more stuff is happening, bringing in raven man aswell*
Zenix is sat atop a roof, watching the town
In an explosion of cool blue mist, a scholarly blonde sun elf with streaks of teal in his hair stands behind Zenix. A single drop of his tea lands on the roof. “Hello. A beautiful sight, isn’t it? Hard to believe such dark secrets can lurk around here…”
"Can't be shadows if there's no light." He shrugs, "everything's got a dark side, no matter how small."
“Aye.” The elf sits. “I’ve come here tracking a few eldritch creatures called the Others. All of them are horrific, lanky amalgamations wearing masks and chains. Have you seen anything of the sort?”
"No, I find my eyes land more in the Fey threats."
“One of them is a fey… They call it Twiggy-Eye. But the Others have slept for centuries. Only one, the self-proclaimed Sovereign of Shadows, may be active in this world. I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself.” The elf offers a handshake. “Name’s Thauin, though most everyone calls me Thirteen.”
Mori’s circus is putting on a show right out of town.
the Prince in yellow is in an alleyway, vomiting black Ichor. It lifted its mask up slightly, but it’s hiding its face with its hands.
*Salutations!*
A warm psionic presence pricks the back of its mind. <Heyyy, if you’re having stomach troubles, I can help ya!>
Responding is a strange psychic force, definitely aberrant, saying, “I know not… OH who you are… GOD or what you …IT are capable of…but…HURTS please help…”
<I’m a thri-keen drug dealer! Hold on, be there in a wink.> Soon, a pale mantis-folk in a medieval tux runs up. <Oh my… uhhh, what can I do to help?>
“the stars…SOCarcosa… MUCHI need to see the stars…PAIN”
<Uhhh… real stars? I guess if you took enough of this stuff, you’d see stars of a sort…> Pch-Ptah attempts to help the Prince up and move it out of the alley.
The prince is still coughing up Ichor, but once it’s out of the alley and in the view of the night sky, it seems to get a bit better.
“Thank you… this World is not very easy for me to inhabit…”
"I think if you wish to start a war with me, you do it a bit more subtly." She said "I have cards up sleeves dear. Including Oval Hartapool. Careful what your next move is."
"Wow. Good job. Now, tell me, once you kill them, what leverage will you have? I will have nothing more to lose. You won't be an equal to me anymore. You will be an enemy. You've read the history books. The sword of Damocles hangs by a single horse hair. Have a little faith."
*since some more stuff is happening, bringing in raven man aswell*
Zenix is sat atop a roof, watching the town
He can feel his connection to Yuri poisoned, her aura smeared with crimson like blood.
He grimaced slightly, hopping off the roof to go search for her
He finds her standing on a hill, watching the town with narrowed crimson eyes. The bracelets and crown of thorns are back.
"Yuri?" He says, cautiously approaching
She raised a brow as her lips raise in disgust "Ah, the one who left the court." She snarled.
His eye twitches slightly, "You left our court same as I. Is something messing with you?"
He eyes snap to green suddenly as Tatiana takes control "But of course you lively traitor. I am glad to have my little warlord back."
He growls, "Let her go." He says, drawing his sword incase something starts to go wrong
"Oh, I am afraid I can't do that." She said "You see, I have work I need done. And some of it is currently destroying my lands."
"She's not your puppet anymore witch." He says
"Hurtful words, but yes she is. I took her in, nobody wanted her ever. I made her beautiful and gave her power no mortal could ever have."
"Oh you're such a Saint. Until someone questions why you helped them, figures out its all a lie." He spits out the words, voice filled with venom
She chuckles "If you want me out, all you have to do is kill her. By all means, I know you won't. She has your pitiful little heart wrapped around her pinky finger." She rolls her eyes and grins "Excuse me, there are bigger issues out there besides a traitor who can barely survive it the outside."
Zenix flinches slightly, knowing she's right, "I'm not gonna let you use her to solve your petty issues. You know that"
Mori’s circus is putting on a show right out of town.
the Prince in yellow is in an alleyway, vomiting black Ichor. It lifted its mask up slightly, but it’s hiding its face with its hands.
*Salutations!*
A warm psionic presence pricks the back of its mind. <Heyyy, if you’re having stomach troubles, I can help ya!>
Responding is a strange psychic force, definitely aberrant, saying, “I know not… OH who you are… GOD or what you …IT are capable of…but…HURTS please help…”
<I’m a thri-keen drug dealer! Hold on, be there in a wink.> Soon, a pale mantis-folk in a medieval tux runs up. <Oh my… uhhh, what can I do to help?>
“the stars…SOCarcosa… MUCHI need to see the stars…PAIN”
<Uhhh… real stars? I guess if you took enough of this stuff, you’d see stars of a sort…> Pch-Ptah attempts to help the Prince up and move it out of the alley.
The prince is still coughing up Ichor, but once it’s out of the alley and in the view of the night sky, it seems to get a bit better.
“Thank you… this World is not very easy for me to inhabit…”
<Oh wow. I just got here yesterday, and I’m already making new friends! Though Mr. Pinstripe taught me not to read strange minds. My shortened name is Pch-Ptah, what’s yours?>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*since some more stuff is happening, bringing in raven man aswell*
Zenix is sat atop a roof, watching the town
In an explosion of cool blue mist, a scholarly blonde sun elf with streaks of teal in his hair stands behind Zenix. A single drop of his tea lands on the roof. “Hello. A beautiful sight, isn’t it? Hard to believe such dark secrets can lurk around here…”
"Can't be shadows if there's no light." He shrugs, "everything's got a dark side, no matter how small."
“Aye.” The elf sits. “I’ve come here tracking a few eldritch creatures called the Others. All of them are horrific, lanky amalgamations wearing masks and chains. Have you seen anything of the sort?”
"No, I find my eyes land more in the Fey threats."
“One of them is a fey… They call it Twiggy-Eye. But the Others have slept for centuries. Only one, the self-proclaimed Sovereign of Shadows, may be active in this world. I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself.” The elf offers a handshake. “Name’s Thauin, though most everyone calls me Thirteen.”
"Zenix." He says a little simply
“Nice to meet you. I am a necromancer, but with a few elementalist leanings. Tea?” Thirteen pulls out an old-fashioned kettle and ornate flower-patterned cup, seemingly from nowhere.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I think if you wish to start a war with me, you do it a bit more subtly." She said "I have cards up sleeves dear. Including Oval Hartapool. Careful what your next move is."
"Wow. Good job. Now, tell me, once you kill them, what leverage will you have? I will have nothing more to lose. You won't be an equal to me anymore. You will be an enemy. You've read the history books. The sword of Damocles hangs by a single horse hair. Have a little faith."
She clicks her tongue "You're right. I should torture her instead. And her entire family. That little daughter of her's could provide some much needed nutrients."
*since some more stuff is happening, bringing in raven man aswell*
Zenix is sat atop a roof, watching the town
He can feel his connection to Yuri poisoned, her aura smeared with crimson like blood.
He grimaced slightly, hopping off the roof to go search for her
He finds her standing on a hill, watching the town with narrowed crimson eyes. The bracelets and crown of thorns are back.
"Yuri?" He says, cautiously approaching
She raised a brow as her lips raise in disgust "Ah, the one who left the court." She snarled.
His eye twitches slightly, "You left our court same as I. Is something messing with you?"
He eyes snap to green suddenly as Tatiana takes control "But of course you lively traitor. I am glad to have my little warlord back."
He growls, "Let her go." He says, drawing his sword incase something starts to go wrong
"Oh, I am afraid I can't do that." She said "You see, I have work I need done. And some of it is currently destroying my lands."
"She's not your puppet anymore witch." He says
"Hurtful words, but yes she is. I took her in, nobody wanted her ever. I made her beautiful and gave her power no mortal could ever have."
"Oh you're such a Saint. Until someone questions why you helped them, figures out its all a lie." He spits out the words, voice filled with venom
She chuckles "If you want me out, all you have to do is kill her. By all means, I know you won't. She has your pitiful little heart wrapped around her pinky finger." She rolls her eyes and grins "Excuse me, there are bigger issues out there besides a traitor who can barely survive it the outside."
Zenix flinches slightly, knowing she's right, "I'm not gonna let you use her to solve your petty issues. You know that"
"Oh, but you will!" She giggled "Dear, I do so love torturing you for your sins.'
Mori’s circus is putting on a show right out of town.
the Prince in yellow is in an alleyway, vomiting black Ichor. It lifted its mask up slightly, but it’s hiding its face with its hands.
*Salutations!*
A warm psionic presence pricks the back of its mind. <Heyyy, if you’re having stomach troubles, I can help ya!>
Responding is a strange psychic force, definitely aberrant, saying, “I know not… OH who you are… GOD or what you …IT are capable of…but…HURTS please help…”
<I’m a thri-keen drug dealer! Hold on, be there in a wink.> Soon, a pale mantis-folk in a medieval tux runs up. <Oh my… uhhh, what can I do to help?>
“the stars…SOCarcosa… MUCHI need to see the stars…PAIN”
<Uhhh… real stars? I guess if you took enough of this stuff, you’d see stars of a sort…> Pch-Ptah attempts to help the Prince up and move it out of the alley.
The prince is still coughing up Ichor, but once it’s out of the alley and in the view of the night sky, it seems to get a bit better.
“Thank you… this World is not very easy for me to inhabit…”
<Oh wow. I just got here yesterday, and I’m already making new friends! Though Mr. Pinstripe taught me not to read strange minds. My shortened name is Pch-Ptah, what’s yours?>
”I am the Prince in yellow, blood of the king above kings and the ruiner of realities. I do not have a name currently pronounceable by humans, or even understandable by mortals… I have never needed one.”
"I think if you wish to start a war with me, you do it a bit more subtly." She said "I have cards up sleeves dear. Including Oval Hartapool. Careful what your next move is."
"Wow. Good job. Now, tell me, once you kill them, what leverage will you have? I will have nothing more to lose. You won't be an equal to me anymore. You will be an enemy. You've read the history books. The sword of Damocles hangs by a single horse hair. Have a little faith."
*Oh my god i remember Oval*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mori’s circus is putting on a show right out of town.
the Prince in yellow is in an alleyway, vomiting black Ichor. It lifted its mask up slightly, but it’s hiding its face with its hands.
*Salutations!*
A warm psionic presence pricks the back of its mind. <Heyyy, if you’re having stomach troubles, I can help ya!>
Responding is a strange psychic force, definitely aberrant, saying, “I know not… OH who you are… GOD or what you …IT are capable of…but…HURTS please help…”
<I’m a thri-keen drug dealer! Hold on, be there in a wink.> Soon, a pale mantis-folk in a medieval tux runs up. <Oh my… uhhh, what can I do to help?>
“the stars…SOCarcosa… MUCHI need to see the stars…PAIN”
<Uhhh… real stars? I guess if you took enough of this stuff, you’d see stars of a sort…> Pch-Ptah attempts to help the Prince up and move it out of the alley.
The prince is still coughing up Ichor, but once it’s out of the alley and in the view of the night sky, it seems to get a bit better.
“Thank you… this World is not very easy for me to inhabit…”
<Oh wow. I just got here yesterday, and I’m already making new friends! Though Mr. Pinstripe taught me not to read strange minds. My shortened name is Pch-Ptah, what’s yours?>
”I am the Prince in yellow, blood of the king above kings and the ruiner of realities. I do not have a name currently pronounceable by humans, or even understandable by mortals… I have never needed one.”
<My full name takes like 7 minutes to say in its entirety. Nice to meet ya! Can I offer you any cheap narcotics?>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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“One of them is a fey… They call it Twiggy-Eye. But the Others have slept for centuries. Only one, the self-proclaimed Sovereign of Shadows, may be active in this world. I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself.” The elf offers a handshake. “Name’s Thauin, though most everyone calls me Thirteen.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“the stars… SOCarcosa… MUCHI need to see the stars…PAIN”
"Oh you're such a Saint. Until someone questions why you helped them, figures out its all a lie." He spits out the words, voice filled with venom
This gets a little blush from Ani, while Prayer just tilts their head, "Yes, I try and do good."
<Uhhh… real stars? I guess if you took enough of this stuff, you’d see stars of a sort…> Pch-Ptah attempts to help the Prince up and move it out of the alley.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She chuckles "If you want me out, all you have to do is kill her. By all means, I know you won't. She has your pitiful little heart wrapped around her pinky finger." She rolls her eyes and grins "Excuse me, there are bigger issues out there besides a traitor who can barely survive it the outside."
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
Xan kisses their cheek and nods to Prayer "Your like a dog, you have no idea what I mean."
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
"Zenix." He says a little simply
The prince is still coughing up Ichor, but once it’s out of the alley and in the view of the night sky, it seems to get a bit better.
“Thank you… this World is not very easy for me to inhabit…”
"Wow. Good job. Now, tell me, once you kill them, what leverage will you have? I will have nothing more to lose. You won't be an equal to me anymore. You will be an enemy. You've read the history books. The sword of Damocles hangs by a single horse hair. Have a little faith."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Zenix flinches slightly, knowing she's right, "I'm not gonna let you use her to solve your petty issues. You know that"
(woo procrastination)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
<Oh wow. I just got here yesterday, and I’m already making new friends! Though Mr. Pinstripe taught me not to read strange minds. My shortened name is Pch-Ptah, what’s yours?>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I did not interact with a lot of people in the past" He nods slightly
“Nice to meet you. I am a necromancer, but with a few elementalist leanings. Tea?” Thirteen pulls out an old-fashioned kettle and ornate flower-patterned cup, seemingly from nowhere.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She clicks her tongue "You're right. I should torture her instead. And her entire family. That little daughter of her's could provide some much needed nutrients."
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, but you will!" She giggled "Dear, I do so love torturing you for your sins.'
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 the Prince in yellow, blood of the king above kings and the ruiner of realities. I do not have a name currently pronounceable by humans, or even understandable by mortals… I have never needed one.”
*Oh my god i remember Oval*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<My full name takes like 7 minutes to say in its entirety. Nice to meet ya! Can I offer you any cheap narcotics?>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.