There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
A spindly, emaciated man fully covered in black wraps has come to investigate. His too-small, uncolored cherubic mask stares at her expressionlessly. He straightens his duster and holds out a bony, long-fingered hand to help her out of the crater. She cannot only feel but see the hyphae coming off of him, reaching out 10 feet in every direction, feeling and testing everything to see if it is edible.
"That was quite a fall you took. Celestial?"
She smiles "Unfortunately, it was. And yes, I am. Who are you?" She asked tilting her head, smiling warmly.
The entity's wraps move as if he were smiling back. "Gregor. Sometimes called Gregor the Faminous because of my appetite. Who would you happen to be? Not an enemy of the undead, I hope."
She bows and smiles "I am Morgana, Goddess and Mother of Life.. I mean you no harm, the undead are a part of life, just like any other creature."
The entity's wraps move as if he were smiling back. "Gregor. Sometimes called Gregor the Faminous because of my appetite. Who would you happen to be? Not an enemy of the undead, I hope."
She bows and smiles "I am Morgana, Goddess and Mother of Life.. I mean you no harm, the undead are a part of life, just like any other creature."
"Oh, thank goodness. My symbiote was worried it might have to leave me behind. I really should be thanking you for... well, everything. I guess I do, every time I eat. I thank everything that brought the food to my plate, and most of that comes from you. But, more directly, thank you for feeding me for all these years."
The entity's wraps move as if he were smiling back. "Gregor. Sometimes called Gregor the Faminous because of my appetite. Who would you happen to be? Not an enemy of the undead, I hope."
She bows and smiles "I am Morgana, Goddess and Mother of Life.. I mean you no harm, the undead are a part of life, just like any other creature."
"Oh, thank goodness. My symbiote was worried it might have to leave me behind. I really should be thanking you for... well, everything. I guess I do, every time I eat. I thank everything that brought the food to my plate, and most of that comes from you. But, more directly, thank you for feeding me for all these years."
She smiles brightly and reaches out, as if to give a hug, before pulling back. "Quite sorry, my main form of happiness is psychical touch such as hugs but I have to remind myself not everyone likes to be hugged."
Damian returns freshly dressed and far more sober then before.
She tilts her head "Very well.. now we may talk.." she bows "I am Morgana dear. A pleasure to meet you.'
"No the pleasure is all mine, I apologize for everything I said whole drunk I am far too honest while I'm drunk." Damian bows at the goddess in true admiration.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Damian returns freshly dressed and far more sober then before.
She tilts her head "Very well.. now we may talk.." she bows "I am Morgana dear. A pleasure to meet you.'
"No the pleasure is all mine, I apologize for everything I said whole drunk I am far too honest while I'm drunk." Damian bows at the goddess in true admiration.
She smiles and raises a hand. A small bag of gems, worth 500 gp a piece, forms in it. She hands it to him and grins "For you dear."
"Oh, thank goodness. My symbiote was worried it might have to leave me behind. I really should be thanking you for... well, everything. I guess I do, every time I eat. I thank everything that brought the food to my plate, and most of that comes from you. But, more directly, thank you for feeding me for all these years."
She smiles brightly and reaches out, as if to give a hug, before pulling back. "Quite sorry, my main form of happiness is psychical touch such as hugs but I have to remind myself not everyone likes to be hugged."
He hugs her with his long, long arms. He feels brittle. His mycelium wraps around her, becoming bunched enough that even a mortal might see the dark fibers. "Like this?"
Damian returns freshly dressed and far more sober then before.
She tilts her head "Very well.. now we may talk.." she bows "I am Morgana dear. A pleasure to meet you.'
"No the pleasure is all mine, I apologize for everything I said whole drunk I am far too honest while I'm drunk." Damian bows at the goddess in true admiration.
She smiles and raises a hand. A small bag of gems, worth 500 gp a piece, forms in it. She hands it to him and grins "For you dear."
"Why? I don't deserve any of this and I believe you know that. No matter how bad I may be I wont take things I didn't earn" Damian said pushing the gold back to the goddess shaking his head.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
"Oh, thank goodness. My symbiote was worried it might have to leave me behind. I really should be thanking you for... well, everything. I guess I do, every time I eat. I thank everything that brought the food to my plate, and most of that comes from you. But, more directly, thank you for feeding me for all these years."
She smiles brightly and reaches out, as if to give a hug, before pulling back. "Quite sorry, my main form of happiness is psychical touch such as hugs but I have to remind myself not everyone likes to be hugged."
He hugs her with his long, long arms. He feels brittle. His mycelium wraps around her, becoming bunched enough that even a mortal might see the dark fibers. "Like this?"
She grins and gently hugs him "Like that." She says and smiles warmly "Is there anything I can do for you? Food? Drink?" She asks, tracing the mycelium in fascination.
Damian returns freshly dressed and far more sober then before.
She tilts her head "Very well.. now we may talk.." she bows "I am Morgana dear. A pleasure to meet you.'
"No the pleasure is all mine, I apologize for everything I said whole drunk I am far too honest while I'm drunk." Damian bows at the goddess in true admiration.
She smiles and raises a hand. A small bag of gems, worth 500 gp a piece, forms in it. She hands it to him and grins "For you dear."
"Why? I don't deserve any of this and I believe you know that. No matter how bad I may be I wont take things I didn't earn" Damian said pushing the gold back to the goddess shaking his head.
She laughs, her gentle voice chiming like a bell. "I want you to have it. My gift to you. I enjoy giving them to others, seeing the happiness on their faces."
He hugs her with his long, long arms. He feels brittle. His mycelium wraps around her, becoming bunched enough that even a mortal might see the dark fibers. "Like this?"
She grins and gently hugs him "Like that." She says and smiles warmly "Is there anything I can do for you? Food? Drink?" She asks, tracing the mycelium in fascination.
He pulls away and pirouettes before lifting her up with surprising strength. "Oh, that would be absolutely wonderful! Anything fermented would do wonders for my body, but anything dead or fungal will provide me with everything I really need."
He hugs her with his long, long arms. He feels brittle. His mycelium wraps around her, becoming bunched enough that even a mortal might see the dark fibers. "Like this?"
She grins and gently hugs him "Like that." She says and smiles warmly "Is there anything I can do for you? Food? Drink?" She asks, tracing the mycelium in fascination.
He pulls away and pirouettes before lifting her up with surprising strength. "Oh, that would be absolutely wonderful! Anything fermented would do wonders for my body, but anything dead or fungal will provide me with everything I really need."
She yelps a bit "Much stronger than you appear. Is the mycelium like a trick? People think you are weak but you hide your strength underneath?" She tilts her head.
She grins and raises her hands as little mushrooms, typical brown caps you would find in a forest, sprout from the ground like little dots peppering the grass.
Damian returns freshly dressed and far more sober then before.
She tilts her head "Very well.. now we may talk.." she bows "I am Morgana dear. A pleasure to meet you.'
"No the pleasure is all mine, I apologize for everything I said whole drunk I am far too honest while I'm drunk." Damian bows at the goddess in true admiration.
She smiles and raises a hand. A small bag of gems, worth 500 gp a piece, forms in it. She hands it to him and grins "For you dear."
"Why? I don't deserve any of this and I believe you know that. No matter how bad I may be I wont take things I didn't earn" Damian said pushing the gold back to the goddess shaking his head.
She laughs, her gentle voice chiming like a bell. "I want you to have it. My gift to you. I enjoy giving them to others, seeing the happiness on their faces."
"Well, thank you" Damian puts the gold in his backpack "Is there anything you would like in exchange?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Damian returns freshly dressed and far more sober then before.
She tilts her head "Very well.. now we may talk.." she bows "I am Morgana dear. A pleasure to meet you.'
"No the pleasure is all mine, I apologize for everything I said whole drunk I am far too honest while I'm drunk." Damian bows at the goddess in true admiration.
She smiles and raises a hand. A small bag of gems, worth 500 gp a piece, forms in it. She hands it to him and grins "For you dear."
"Why? I don't deserve any of this and I believe you know that. No matter how bad I may be I wont take things I didn't earn" Damian said pushing the gold back to the goddess shaking his head.
She laughs, her gentle voice chiming like a bell. "I want you to have it. My gift to you. I enjoy giving them to others, seeing the happiness on their faces."
"Well, thank you" Damian puts the gold in his backpack "Is there anything you would like in exchange?"
"No. I simply love giving, taking seems wrong to me." She chuckles.
He pulls away and pirouettes before lifting her up with surprising strength. "Oh, that would be absolutely wonderful! Anything fermented would do wonders for my body, but anything dead or fungal will provide me with everything I really need."
She yelps a bit "Much stronger than you appear. Is the mycelium like a trick? People think you are weak but you hide your strength underneath?" She tilts her head.
She grins and raises her hands as little mushrooms, typical brown caps you would find in a forest, sprout from the ground like little dots peppering the grass.
"It is a trick indeed! One of many! I've taken your work as inspiration, you see. Mimicry, poison, intimidation, decay... I am designed to be a predator, and one with impunity in my own domain. I sometimes chafe under the responsibility that niche brings, but it brings me joy."
He gently sets her down and places his hands together, entering a position of prayer. "Itadakimasu," he says, as a huge, crooked-toothed maw opens beneath his mask. He cuts the fruiting bodies off of the mushrooms with his claws and shoves them into his mouth, glutting on them joyously.
He pulls away and pirouettes before lifting her up with surprising strength. "Oh, that would be absolutely wonderful! Anything fermented would do wonders for my body, but anything dead or fungal will provide me with everything I really need."
She yelps a bit "Much stronger than you appear. Is the mycelium like a trick? People think you are weak but you hide your strength underneath?" She tilts her head.
She grins and raises her hands as little mushrooms, typical brown caps you would find in a forest, sprout from the ground like little dots peppering the grass.
"It is a trick indeed! One of many! I've taken your work as inspiration, you see. Mimicry, poison, intimidation, decay... I am designed to be a predator, and one with impunity in my own domain. I sometimes chafe under the responsibility that niche brings, but it brings me joy."
He gently sets her down and places his hands together, entering a position of prayer. "Itadakimasu," he says, as a huge, crooked-toothed maw opens beneath his mask. He cuts the fruiting bodies off of the mushrooms with his claws and shoves them into his mouth, glutting on them joyously.
She watches, fascinated, tilting her head from side to side. "I do so enjoy the little things you all come up with to survive. It's beautiful to see you change and adapt."
*JUST TOOK THE PSYCHOPATH/SOCIOPATH TEST FOR WILLIAM. BRO IS 98.56% MORE SOCIOPATHIC AND IMPULSIVE THAN THE REST OF THE WORLD.*
(who is William?)
*A new character of mine. A modern take on a Wendigo. He runs the Red Plate, a butcher shop/Restaurant where he feeds people food that contains humanoids.*
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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 bows and smiles "I am Morgana, Goddess and Mother of Life.. I mean you no harm, the undead are a part of life, just like any other creature."
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
Damian returns freshly dressed and far more sober then before.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Oh, thank goodness. My symbiote was worried it might have to leave me behind. I really should be thanking you for... well, everything. I guess I do, every time I eat. I thank everything that brought the food to my plate, and most of that comes from you. But, more directly, thank you for feeding me for all these years."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She tilts her head "Very well.. now we may talk.." she bows "I am Morgana dear. A pleasure to meet 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
She smiles brightly and reaches out, as if to give a hug, before pulling back. "Quite sorry, my main form of happiness is psychical touch such as hugs but I have to remind myself not everyone likes to be hugged."
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
"No the pleasure is all mine, I apologize for everything I said whole drunk I am far too honest while I'm drunk." Damian bows at the goddess in true admiration.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
She smiles and raises a hand. A small bag of gems, worth 500 gp a piece, forms in it. She hands it to him and grins "For you dear."
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
He hugs her with his long, long arms. He feels brittle. His mycelium wraps around her, becoming bunched enough that even a mortal might see the dark fibers. "Like this?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Why? I don't deserve any of this and I believe you know that. No matter how bad I may be I wont take things I didn't earn" Damian said pushing the gold back to the goddess shaking his head.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
She grins and gently hugs him "Like that." She says and smiles warmly "Is there anything I can do for you? Food? Drink?" She asks, tracing the mycelium in fascination.
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 laughs, her gentle voice chiming like a bell. "I want you to have it. My gift to you. I enjoy giving them to others, seeing the happiness on their faces."
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
He pulls away and pirouettes before lifting her up with surprising strength. "Oh, that would be absolutely wonderful! Anything fermented would do wonders for my body, but anything dead or fungal will provide me with everything I really need."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She yelps a bit "Much stronger than you appear. Is the mycelium like a trick? People think you are weak but you hide your strength underneath?" She tilts her head.
She grins and raises her hands as little mushrooms, typical brown caps you would find in a forest, sprout from the ground like little dots peppering the grass.
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
"Well, thank you" Damian puts the gold in his backpack "Is there anything you would like in exchange?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"No. I simply love giving, taking seems wrong to me." She chuckles.
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
*(WHEEZE)*
*JUST TOOK THE PSYCHOPATH/SOCIOPATH TEST FOR WILLIAM. BRO IS 98.56% MORE SOCIOPATHIC AND IMPULSIVE THAN THE REST OF THE WORLD.*
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
"It is a trick indeed! One of many! I've taken your work as inspiration, you see. Mimicry, poison, intimidation, decay... I am designed to be a predator, and one with impunity in my own domain. I sometimes chafe under the responsibility that niche brings, but it brings me joy."
He gently sets her down and places his hands together, entering a position of prayer. "Itadakimasu," he says, as a huge, crooked-toothed maw opens beneath his mask. He cuts the fruiting bodies off of the mushrooms with his claws and shoves them into his mouth, glutting on them joyously.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(who is William?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
She watches, fascinated, tilting her head from side to side. "I do so enjoy the little things you all come up with to survive. It's beautiful to see you change and adapt."
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
*A new character of mine. A modern take on a Wendigo. He runs the Red Plate, a butcher shop/Restaurant where he feeds people food that contains humanoids.*
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