Hello, dear friend. Care for a delicious Ortolan Bunting on this fine day?
What do Ortolan Buntings taste like
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*The birds are caught with nets set during their autumn migratory flight to Africa. They are then kept in covered cages or boxes. The birds react to the dark by gorging themselves on grain, usually millet seed, until they double their bulk. The birds are then thrown into a container of Armagnac, which both drowns and marinates the birds.*
*The bird is roasted for eight minutes and then plucked. The consumer then places the bird's feet first into their mouth while holding onto the bird's head. The ortolan is then eaten whole, with or without the head, and the consumer spits out the larger bones. The traditional way French gourmands eat ortolans is to cover their heads and faces with a large napkin or towel while consuming the bird. The purpose of the towel is debated. Some claim it is to retain the maximum aroma with the flavor as they consume the entire bird at once, others have stated "Tradition dictates that this is to shield – from God’s eyes – the shame of such a decadent and disgraceful act."*
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
*For additional reading, look up "Animal Welfare," "Animal Rights," and "Cruelty to Animals."*
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
*Are these birds really small or could frenchmen unhinge their jaws on command?*
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*Hello, dear friend. Care for a delicious Ortolan Bunting on this fine day?*
*Baalz! Yes*
*Yes, I am here. Not sure what character to use though.*
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
*Are these birds really small or could frenchmen unhinge their jaws on command?*
*Both.*
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
*Your mother seems to be the type of issue to solve with a large rock at this point.*
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
*I do so enjoy 7 at night call with my mom. Love that I can hear her wanting to criticize my every actions.*
*I might've punched a wall..*
*Does she just…WANT to bother you? She went out of her way to call you just so she could criticize you…*
*Hi Honey*
*Hey Mom*
*You suck*
(Here’s what you should have said)
*F*** you*
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*good morning. Time to grind out assignments I've been procrastinating!*
Theren is tending to a small garden of flowers.
Phoenix is trying to take a nap.
Leo is fixing Festus.
Henry is calming talking to some bandits that are trying to rob him.
-old character with intro-
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers twoards the tavern. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall as he examines the tavern.
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Fear not of death, for it is natural. Like the sun.
Also, please check out my photography here ---> LINK
Please let me know what you think about my photography via PMs. :D
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers twoards the tavern. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall as he examines the tavern.
A scarecrow turns his stitched lipped smile towards you and his black button eyes glint upon seeing your sign. A massive murder of crows swarm around him like flies around a dead carcasss. A voice as rough and ragged as his tattered clothes speaks, “Bird King eh?”
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers twoards the tavern. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall as he examines the tavern.
A scarecrow turns his stitched lipped smile towards you and his black button eyes glint upon seeing your sign. A massive murder of crows swarm around him like flies around a dead carcasss. A voice as rough and ragged as his tattered clothes speaks, “Bird King eh?”
His voice is deep and gravely. "Yes." he replies, the skull moving with his word.
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Fear not of death, for it is natural. Like the sun.
Also, please check out my photography here ---> LINK
Please let me know what you think about my photography via PMs. :D
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers twoards the tavern. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall as he examines the tavern.
A scarecrow turns his stitched lipped smile towards you and his black button eyes glint upon seeing your sign. A massive murder of crows swarm around him like flies around a dead carcasss. A voice as rough and ragged as his tattered clothes speaks, “Bird King eh?”
His voice is deep and gravely. "Yes." he replies, the skull moving with his word.
“Where are your subjects?” Crows flap above his head, peck at the ground around his feet, and perch along his outstretched arms.
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers twoards the tavern. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall as he examines the tavern.
A scarecrow turns his stitched lipped smile towards you and his black button eyes glint upon seeing your sign. A massive murder of crows swarm around him like flies around a dead carcasss. A voice as rough and ragged as his tattered clothes speaks, “Bird King eh?”
His voice is deep and gravely. "Yes." he replies, the skull moving with his word.
“Where are your subjects?” Crows flap above his head, peck at the ground around his feet, and perch along his outstretched arms.
A few blue birds and robins land on Bird King and chirp happily. Bird King seems to forget the question as he mumbles quietly to the birds
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Fear not of death, for it is natural. Like the sun.
Also, please check out my photography here ---> LINK
Please let me know what you think about my photography via PMs. :D
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers twoards the tavern. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall as he examines the tavern.
A scarecrow turns his stitched lipped smile towards you and his black button eyes glint upon seeing your sign. A massive murder of crows swarm around him like flies around a dead carcasss. A voice as rough and ragged as his tattered clothes speaks, “Bird King eh?”
His voice is deep and gravely. "Yes." he replies, the skull moving with his word.
“Where are your subjects?” Crows flap above his head, peck at the ground around his feet, and perch along his outstretched arms.
A few blue birds and robins land on Bird King and chirp happily. Bird King seems to forget the question as he mumbles quietly to the birds
“Ah, there they are. They are much prettier than my poor rooks.” A crow on his shoulder caws and pecks at his button eye. “I would have thought that the Bird King would be a bird.”
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers twoards the tavern. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall as he examines the tavern.
A scarecrow turns his stitched lipped smile towards you and his black button eyes glint upon seeing your sign. A massive murder of crows swarm around him like flies around a dead carcasss. A voice as rough and ragged as his tattered clothes speaks, “Bird King eh?”
His voice is deep and gravely. "Yes." he replies, the skull moving with his word.
“Where are your subjects?” Crows flap above his head, peck at the ground around his feet, and perch along his outstretched arms.
A few blue birds and robins land on Bird King and chirp happily. Bird King seems to forget the question as he mumbles quietly to the birds
“Ah, there they are. They are much prettier than my poor rooks.” A crow on his shoulder caws and pecks at his button eye. “I would have thought that the Bird King would be a bird.”
"Words can be deceiving."
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Fear not of death, for it is natural. Like the sun.
Also, please check out my photography here ---> LINK
Please let me know what you think about my photography via PMs. :D
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers twoards the tavern. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall as he examines the tavern.
A scarecrow turns his stitched lipped smile towards you and his black button eyes glint upon seeing your sign. A massive murder of crows swarm around him like flies around a dead carcasss. A voice as rough and ragged as his tattered clothes speaks, “Bird King eh?”
His voice is deep and gravely. "Yes." he replies, the skull moving with his word.
“Where are your subjects?” Crows flap above his head, peck at the ground around his feet, and perch along his outstretched arms.
A few blue birds and robins land on Bird King and chirp happily. Bird King seems to forget the question as he mumbles quietly to the birds
“Ah, there they are. They are much prettier than my poor rooks.” A crow on his shoulder caws and pecks at his button eye. “I would have thought that the Bird King would be a bird.”
"Words can be deceiving."
“Ain’t that the truth.” The crow on his shoulder snatches at his eye and tears it from his sackcloth face. “Darn you! I can’t look without that, rook!” His gloved hand snatches at the crow.
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers twoards the tavern. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall as he examines the tavern.
A scarecrow turns his stitched lipped smile towards you and his black button eyes glint upon seeing your sign. A massive murder of crows swarm around him like flies around a dead carcasss. A voice as rough and ragged as his tattered clothes speaks, “Bird King eh?”
His voice is deep and gravely. "Yes." he replies, the skull moving with his word.
“Where are your subjects?” Crows flap above his head, peck at the ground around his feet, and perch along his outstretched arms.
A few blue birds and robins land on Bird King and chirp happily. Bird King seems to forget the question as he mumbles quietly to the birds
“Ah, there they are. They are much prettier than my poor rooks.” A crow on his shoulder caws and pecks at his button eye. “I would have thought that the Bird King would be a bird.”
"Words can be deceiving."
“Ain’t that the truth.” The crow on his shoulder snatches at his eye and tears it from his sackcloth face. “Darn you! I can’t look without that, rook!” His gloved hand snatches at the crow.
"Do not harm the bird. You need to be more gentle with it."
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Fear not of death, for it is natural. Like the sun.
Also, please check out my photography here ---> LINK
Please let me know what you think about my photography via PMs. :D
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What do Ortolan Buntings taste like
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*Baalz! Yes*
*The birds are caught with nets set during their autumn migratory flight to Africa. They are then kept in covered cages or boxes. The birds react to the dark by gorging themselves on grain, usually millet seed, until they double their bulk. The birds are then thrown into a container of Armagnac, which both drowns and marinates the birds.*
*The bird is roasted for eight minutes and then plucked. The consumer then places the bird's feet first into their mouth while holding onto the bird's head. The ortolan is then eaten whole, with or without the head, and the consumer spits out the larger bones. The traditional way French gourmands eat ortolans is to cover their heads and faces with a large napkin or towel while consuming the bird. The purpose of the towel is debated. Some claim it is to retain the maximum aroma with the flavor as they consume the entire bird at once, others have stated "Tradition dictates that this is to shield – from God’s eyes – the shame of such a decadent and disgraceful act."*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*For additional reading, look up "Animal Welfare," "Animal Rights," and "Cruelty to Animals."*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*Are these birds really small or could frenchmen unhinge their jaws on command?*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*Yes, I am here. Not sure what character to use though.*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*Both.*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*I do so enjoy 7 at night call with my mom. Love that I can hear her wanting to criticize my every actions.*
*I might've punched a wall..*
*Your mother seems to be the type of issue to solve with a large rock at this point.*
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*Does she just…WANT to bother you? She went out of her way to call you just so she could criticize you…*
*Hi Honey*
*Hey Mom*
*You suck*
(Here’s what you should have said)
*F*** you*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*good morning everyone, I researched ferns way too much for a monster I was designing*
hey.
i liked that box.
put me back.
*good morning. Time to grind out assignments I've been procrastinating!*
Theren is tending to a small garden of flowers.
Phoenix is trying to take a nap.
Leo is fixing Festus.
Henry is calming talking to some bandits that are trying to rob him.
-old character with intro-
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers twoards the tavern. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall as he examines the tavern.
Fear not of death, for it is natural. Like the sun.
Also, please check out my photography here ---> LINK
Please let me know what you think about my photography via PMs. :D
A scarecrow turns his stitched lipped smile towards you and his black button eyes glint upon seeing your sign. A massive murder of crows swarm around him like flies around a dead carcasss. A voice as rough and ragged as his tattered clothes speaks, “Bird King eh?”
Always two maybe three
His voice is deep and gravely. "Yes." he replies, the skull moving with his word.
Fear not of death, for it is natural. Like the sun.
Also, please check out my photography here ---> LINK
Please let me know what you think about my photography via PMs. :D
“Where are your subjects?” Crows flap above his head, peck at the ground around his feet, and perch along his outstretched arms.
Always two maybe three
A few blue birds and robins land on Bird King and chirp happily. Bird King seems to forget the question as he mumbles quietly to the birds
Fear not of death, for it is natural. Like the sun.
Also, please check out my photography here ---> LINK
Please let me know what you think about my photography via PMs. :D
“Ah, there they are. They are much prettier than my poor rooks.” A crow on his shoulder caws and pecks at his button eye. “I would have thought that the Bird King would be a bird.”
Always two maybe three
"Words can be deceiving."
Fear not of death, for it is natural. Like the sun.
Also, please check out my photography here ---> LINK
Please let me know what you think about my photography via PMs. :D
“Ain’t that the truth.” The crow on his shoulder snatches at his eye and tears it from his sackcloth face. “Darn you! I can’t look without that, rook!” His gloved hand snatches at the crow.
Always two maybe three
"Do not harm the bird. You need to be more gentle with it."
Fear not of death, for it is natural. Like the sun.
Also, please check out my photography here ---> LINK
Please let me know what you think about my photography via PMs. :D