Within the woods, the air seems to turn electric. Time seems to freeze for seconds before a doorway appears, made from purple light and arching violet lightning. From the doorway, a man is thrown out.
He is severely dehydrated and emaciated, his skin is fair but scarred and dirty. He tries to get himself up from the ground with feverish panic but ends up falling again, unable to even hold himself up.
He wears a blue button-up, a brown jacket, dress pants made from charcoal colored fabric, and black boots. A bag is slung over his shoulder.
Caramel watches from not far away, curious.
He rolls over, lying on the ground, staring at the sky.
Within the woods, the air seems to turn electric. Time seems to freeze for seconds before a doorway appears, made from purple light and arching violet lightning. From the doorway, a man is thrown out.
He is severely dehydrated and emancipated, his skin is fair but scarred and dirty. He tries to get himself up from the ground with feverish panic but ends up falling again, unable to even hold himself up.
He wears a blue button-up, a brown jacket, dress pants made from charcoal colored fabric, and black boots. A bag is slung over his shoulder.
A figure crouches over them. There is a faint outline of a sword on his hip and a guitar on his back. "You alright mate?"
He rolls over, coughing. He blinks and looks up. "Yeah?"
Within the woods, the air seems to turn electric. Time seems to freeze for seconds before a doorway appears, made from purple light and arching violet lightning. From the doorway, a man is thrown out.
He is severely dehydrated and emancipated, his skin is fair but scarred and dirty. He tries to get himself up from the ground with feverish panic but ends up falling again, unable to even hold himself up.
He wears a blue button-up, a brown jacket, dress pants made from charcoal colored fabric, and black boots. A bag is slung over his shoulder.
A figure crouches over them. There is a faint outline of a sword on his hip and a guitar on his back. "You alright mate?"
He rolls over, coughing. He blinks and looks up. "Yeah?"
"Need some help?" he asks, holding out a hand
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Within the woods, the air seems to turn electric. Time seems to freeze for seconds before a doorway appears, made from purple light and arching violet lightning. From the doorway, a man is thrown out.
He is severely dehydrated and emancipated, his skin is fair but scarred and dirty. He tries to get himself up from the ground with feverish panic but ends up falling again, unable to even hold himself up.
He wears a blue button-up, a brown jacket, dress pants made from charcoal colored fabric, and black boots. A bag is slung over his shoulder.
A figure crouches over them. There is a faint outline of a sword on his hip and a guitar on his back. "You alright mate?"
He rolls over, coughing. He blinks and looks up. "Yeah?"
"Need some help?" he asks, holding out a hand
"No.. No. Im fine." He said and tried to stand up.
Within the woods, the air seems to turn electric. Time seems to freeze for seconds before a doorway appears, made from purple light and arching violet lightning. From the doorway, a man is thrown out.
He is severely dehydrated and emaciated, his skin is fair but scarred and dirty. He tries to get himself up from the ground with feverish panic but ends up falling again, unable to even hold himself up.
He wears a blue button-up, a brown jacket, dress pants made from charcoal colored fabric, and black boots. A bag is slung over his shoulder.
Caramel watches from not far away, curious.
He rolls over, lying on the ground, staring at the sky.
The cat approaches and bats at his face.
He winces slightly. "Don't... Do that.."
<Sorry.> The undead cat speaks telepathically to him.
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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.
Within the woods, the air seems to turn electric. Time seems to freeze for seconds before a doorway appears, made from purple light and arching violet lightning. From the doorway, a man is thrown out.
He is severely dehydrated and emancipated, his skin is fair but scarred and dirty. He tries to get himself up from the ground with feverish panic but ends up falling again, unable to even hold himself up.
He wears a blue button-up, a brown jacket, dress pants made from charcoal colored fabric, and black boots. A bag is slung over his shoulder.
A figure crouches over them. There is a faint outline of a sword on his hip and a guitar on his back. "You alright mate?"
He rolls over, coughing. He blinks and looks up. "Yeah?"
"Need some help?" he asks, holding out a hand
"No.. No. Im fine." He said and tried to stand up.
Theren helps him up regardless. He then offers him a canteen of water.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Within the woods, the air seems to turn electric. Time seems to freeze for seconds before a doorway appears, made from purple light and arching violet lightning. From the doorway, a man is thrown out.
He is severely dehydrated and emaciated, his skin is fair but scarred and dirty. He tries to get himself up from the ground with feverish panic but ends up falling again, unable to even hold himself up.
He wears a blue button-up, a brown jacket, dress pants made from charcoal colored fabric, and black boots. A bag is slung over his shoulder.
Caramel watches from not far away, curious.
He rolls over, lying on the ground, staring at the sky.
The cat approaches and bats at his face.
He winces slightly. "Don't... Do that.."
<Sorry.> The undead cat speaks telepathically to him.
"Oh.. Telepathy.. Haven't used that in a while.." He says back, eyes narrowed.
Within the woods, the air seems to turn electric. Time seems to freeze for seconds before a doorway appears, made from purple light and arching violet lightning. From the doorway, a man is thrown out.
He is severely dehydrated and emaciated, his skin is fair but scarred and dirty. He tries to get himself up from the ground with feverish panic but ends up falling again, unable to even hold himself up.
He wears a blue button-up, a brown jacket, dress pants made from charcoal colored fabric, and black boots. A bag is slung over his shoulder.
Caramel watches from not far away, curious.
He rolls over, lying on the ground, staring at the sky.
The cat approaches and bats at his face.
He winces slightly. "Don't... Do that.."
<Sorry.> The undead cat speaks telepathically to him.
"Oh.. Telepathy.. Haven't used that in a while.." He says back, eyes narrowed.
<It’s my only way to talk to non-cats. I can write, but it’s slower.>
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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.
Within the woods, the air seems to turn electric. Time seems to freeze for seconds before a doorway appears, made from purple light and arching violet lightning. From the doorway, a man is thrown out.
He is severely dehydrated and emancipated, his skin is fair but scarred and dirty. He tries to get himself up from the ground with feverish panic but ends up falling again, unable to even hold himself up.
He wears a blue button-up, a brown jacket, dress pants made from charcoal colored fabric, and black boots. A bag is slung over his shoulder.
A figure crouches over them. There is a faint outline of a sword on his hip and a guitar on his back. "You alright mate?"
He rolls over, coughing. He blinks and looks up. "Yeah?"
"Need some help?" he asks, holding out a hand
"No.. No. Im fine." He said and tried to stand up.
Theren helps him up regardless. He then offers him a canteen of water.
He pulls away and snatches the canteen, draining it. He wipes his mouth "Who're you?"
Within the woods, the air seems to turn electric. Time seems to freeze for seconds before a doorway appears, made from purple light and arching violet lightning. From the doorway, a man is thrown out.
He is severely dehydrated and emancipated, his skin is fair but scarred and dirty. He tries to get himself up from the ground with feverish panic but ends up falling again, unable to even hold himself up.
He wears a blue button-up, a brown jacket, dress pants made from charcoal colored fabric, and black boots. A bag is slung over his shoulder.
A figure crouches over them. There is a faint outline of a sword on his hip and a guitar on his back. "You alright mate?"
He rolls over, coughing. He blinks and looks up. "Yeah?"
"Need some help?" he asks, holding out a hand
"No.. No. Im fine." He said and tried to stand up.
Theren helps him up regardless. He then offers him a canteen of water.
He pulls away and snatches the canteen, draining it. He wipes his mouth "Who're you?"
"Names Theren Dotsk. And you are?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Within the woods, the air seems to turn electric. Time seems to freeze for seconds before a doorway appears, made from purple light and arching violet lightning. From the doorway, a man is thrown out.
He is severely dehydrated and emaciated, his skin is fair but scarred and dirty. He tries to get himself up from the ground with feverish panic but ends up falling again, unable to even hold himself up.
He wears a blue button-up, a brown jacket, dress pants made from charcoal colored fabric, and black boots. A bag is slung over his shoulder.
Caramel watches from not far away, curious.
He rolls over, lying on the ground, staring at the sky.
The cat approaches and bats at his face.
He winces slightly. "Don't... Do that.."
<Sorry.> The undead cat speaks telepathically to him.
"Oh.. Telepathy.. Haven't used that in a while.." He says back, eyes narrowed.
<It’s my only way to talk to non-cats. I can write, but it’s slower.>
"Weird..." he said and sat up, groaning.
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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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Mauric is also on the roof. He has a small row of succulents and is watching them proudly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He winces slightly. "Don't... Do that.."
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 rolls over, coughing. He blinks and looks up. "Yeah?"
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
Nick glances at them a few times before continuing pacing.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Need some help?" he asks, holding out a hand
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No.. No. Im fine." He said and tried to stand up.
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
<Sorry.> The undead cat speaks telepathically to him.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren helps him up regardless. He then offers him a canteen of water.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“What’s worrying ya?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"N-nothing. I-i'm fine."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“You know that’s not true.” Mauric looks him in the eye. “What’s wrong?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh.. Telepathy.. Haven't used that in a while.." He says back, eyes narrowed.
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’s my only way to talk to non-cats. I can write, but it’s slower.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He crosses his arms and looks away. "I-i'm fine."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He pulls away and snatches the canteen, draining it. He wipes his mouth "Who're 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
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Names Theren Dotsk. And you are?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“You keep saying that, but it’s not true. You can tell me. Unless I’m prying. Oh crud, I’m prying. I’m sorry.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"No. No your not." he says, gently taking their hands. "It's fine."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Weird..." he said and sat up, groaning.
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