*hello, I'm sorry I've been gone so long, the heat is so bad it has caused complete lack of power on the grid TwT*
*but I no longer feel like crud and the wifi exists so here I am :D*
(never heard of electricity going out because of heat)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*hello, I'm sorry I've been gone so long, the heat is so bad it has caused complete lack of power on the grid TwT*
*but I no longer feel like crud and the wifi exists so here I am :D*
(never heard of electricity going out because of heat)
*Air Conditioning.*
(oh that makes sense)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Donquixote is outside practicing his swordsmanship, his strange dark katana slicing through the dummy with absolutely ease.
Damian is drinking, really bad, a lot more than he usually does, which is very bad. He might end up drinking so much that there is no alcohol left in the Inn.
Among the dim shadows that nestle between the ancient trees, evading the warm touch of sunlight and concealing themselves beneath the feet of passing wanderers, exists a world unnoticed by most. These enigmatic spaces are home to unseen inhabitants, dwelling within the small crevices of darkness.
The progenitor of darkness, Donn's father, met his demise during Donn's birth. Donn, with iron claws, emerged from his father's abdomen, and as his father drew his final breath, the earth embraced his body, transforming it into a hill where sprites frolicked.
Unlike the other fey, Donn's visage was not conventionally beautiful. His head bore the features of a black-haired goat, atop which shimmered golden eyes reminiscent of glistening coins. His lengthy, bronze-colored horns, while lacking in conventional prettiness, curled around his long ears that were pierced with rings of gold. Below the next, Donn was gifted with a humanoid form, arms and legs capable of grasping, holding, walking, and running. His obsidian-black skin mirrored the hue of his fur, resembling a starless night. His lengthy tail, terminated with a tuft of fur, elegantly split in two. His iron nails, long and pointed, gleamed with a subdued silver sheen.
After he was birthed, he was blind to what he would be. Almost instantly, the Gloaming Court snatched him up like hungry eagles. He had no idea who these creatures were but they simultaneously hated and loved him.
He was set as the Lord of Shadows, a creature that hid in the darkness. He was to rule over nightmares and dreams of those who slept, which he did with pride.
He knew the Court disliked him for being ugly, that he didn't mind, but what he hated the most about them was their hatred towards ugly things that never did a thing to them. Hags, Soul Reavers, Ghouls, and so many more fell to the hands of the Gloaming Court and the Summer Court all because of the way they looked.
Donn hated this and this was how he met Yuri.
Yuri, The Fey Queen of Spring, had her own issues. Forced by Tatiana to bend a knee to her and be a perfect warlord that kept her people in line. As much as he hated the Summer Court, he felt a sort of kinship with Yuri, as she was also suffering.
A small black goat is wandering through the forest. A little thing, barely a few months old. It's bleats quietly, looking around as of afraid. It's golden eyes search for.. something.
A small black goat is wandering through the forest. A little thing, barely a few months old. It's bleats quietly, looking around as of afraid. It's golden eyes search for.. something.
A man hunts through the dark woods, smoke trailing behind him as he pants. He wears a black and gold bellhop uniform, and is armed with nothing but a cane and piercing, golden eyes. "I hear you..." he hisses into the air as he stumbles over a log.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Baalze! [Hug]*
*I misses ya too*
(never heard of electricity going out because of heat)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*it’s happened to my county a couple times in my life*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Air Conditioning.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(oh that makes sense)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I got Donn's backstory done a bit more. I'm going to add a bit more about his time in the Gloaming Court tho.*
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
*ye, too many people using air conditioning and our power grid can't handle it cause idk the electricians were drunk?*
*Wooowwoowowowowowoow000000000*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Here's what I got so far.*
Among the dim shadows that nestle between the ancient trees, evading the warm touch of sunlight and concealing themselves beneath the feet of passing wanderers, exists a world unnoticed by most. These enigmatic spaces are home to unseen inhabitants, dwelling within the small crevices of darkness.
The progenitor of darkness, Donn's father, met his demise during Donn's birth. Donn, with iron claws, emerged from his father's abdomen, and as his father drew his final breath, the earth embraced his body, transforming it into a hill where sprites frolicked.
Unlike the other fey, Donn's visage was not conventionally beautiful. His head bore the features of a black-haired goat, atop which shimmered golden eyes reminiscent of glistening coins. His lengthy, bronze-colored horns, while lacking in conventional prettiness, curled around his long ears that were pierced with rings of gold. Below the next, Donn was gifted with a humanoid form, arms and legs capable of grasping, holding, walking, and running. His obsidian-black skin mirrored the hue of his fur, resembling a starless night. His lengthy tail, terminated with a tuft of fur, elegantly split in two. His iron nails, long and pointed, gleamed with a subdued silver sheen.
After he was birthed, he was blind to what he would be. Almost instantly, the Gloaming Court snatched him up like hungry eagles. He had no idea who these creatures were but they simultaneously hated and loved him.
He was set as the Lord of Shadows, a creature that hid in the darkness. He was to rule over nightmares and dreams of those who slept, which he did with pride.
He knew the Court disliked him for being ugly, that he didn't mind, but what he hated the most about them was their hatred towards ugly things that never did a thing to them. Hags, Soul Reavers, Ghouls, and so many more fell to the hands of the Gloaming Court and the Summer Court all because of the way they looked.
Donn hated this and this was how he met Yuri.
Yuri, The Fey Queen of Spring, had her own issues. Forced by Tatiana to bend a knee to her and be a perfect warlord that kept her people in line. As much as he hated the Summer Court, he felt a sort of kinship with Yuri, as she was also suffering.
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
*And here, because I'm bored.*
A small black goat is wandering through the forest. A little thing, barely a few months old. It's bleats quietly, looking around as of afraid. It's golden eyes search for.. something.
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
*[tackle hug]*
*Hi! Also that sounds fun :D*
*A L A R I C :D*
*[AFFECTION BITE]*
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
*ack! Affection pain :D*
*how are ya doing?*
*On my lunch break at work. Wanting to start a fire :3*
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
*also the characters I currently have*
Tycho is reading on the docks, still dressed in what is likely swimwear
*Hmmm.*
A woman made entirely of twigs, walks up to him. "Hello honey, don't mind me." She walks past him and dips under the water.
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
*fire is a good solution but expensive :>*
He looks at her curiously and nods, "Evening miss"
A man hunts through the dark woods, smoke trailing behind him as he pants. He wears a black and gold bellhop uniform, and is armed with nothing but a cane and piercing, golden eyes. "I hear you..." he hisses into the air as he stumbles over a log.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels