Luciano is outside, sketching pictures of plants on a pad of old, yellowing paper. He has his silver hair tied back in a bun, showing off his scarred old skin.
William is hunting an dwarven woman through the woods, but he putting up a fight. He wipes blood from his nose, licking it off his hand while the other one grips his meat cleaver.
Briar is preening his wings while sitting on the roof, stretching his limbs as he sunbathes.
'Hey. what ya doodling?'
He looks up, his cerulean eyes blinking. "Oh, good day to you. I am sketching a mint plant at the moment."
Luciano is outside, sketching pictures of plants on a pad of old, yellowing paper. He has his silver hair tied back in a bun, showing off his scarred old skin.
William is hunting an dwarven woman through the woods, but he putting up a fight. He wipes blood from his nose, licking it off his hand while the other one grips his meat cleaver.
Briar is preening his wings while sitting on the roof, stretching his limbs as he sunbathes.
Mauric is on the roof as well, picking the tomatoes he planted in the spring. He notices Briar. “Oh, hi!”
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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.
Luciano is outside, sketching pictures of plants on a pad of old, yellowing paper. He has his silver hair tied back in a bun, showing off his scarred old skin.
William is hunting an dwarven woman through the woods, but he putting up a fight. He wipes blood from his nose, licking it off his hand while the other one grips his meat cleaver.
Briar is preening his wings while sitting on the roof, stretching his limbs as he sunbathes.
Mauric is on the roof as well, picking the tomatoes he planted in the spring. He notices Briar. “Oh, hi!”
Briar looks over, grinning. "Howdy there." He says
Luciano is outside, sketching pictures of plants on a pad of old, yellowing paper. He has his silver hair tied back in a bun, showing off his scarred old skin.
William is hunting an dwarven woman through the woods, but he putting up a fight. He wipes blood from his nose, licking it off his hand while the other one grips his meat cleaver.
Briar is preening his wings while sitting on the roof, stretching his limbs as he sunbathes.
Mauric is on the roof as well, picking the tomatoes he planted in the spring. He notices Briar. “Oh, hi!”
Briar looks over, grinning. "Howdy there." He says
*love the new pfp by the way*
“So, enjoying the last bits of sunlight before winter?” He asks, stowing a green tomato in his satchel.
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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.
Luciano is outside, sketching pictures of plants on a pad of old, yellowing paper. He has his silver hair tied back in a bun, showing off his scarred old skin.
William is hunting an dwarven woman through the woods, but he putting up a fight. He wipes blood from his nose, licking it off his hand while the other one grips his meat cleaver.
Briar is preening his wings while sitting on the roof, stretching his limbs as he sunbathes.
Mauric is on the roof as well, picking the tomatoes he planted in the spring. He notices Briar. “Oh, hi!”
Briar looks over, grinning. "Howdy there." He says
*love the new pfp by the way*
“So, enjoying the last bits of sunlight before winter?” He asks, stowing a green tomato in his satchel.
"Fall is migration season after all." He grumbled, rolling his eyes at the the thought.
*Hey Wendi! I reworked my fursona and now he's a gourmet alchemist of sorts. The main connections to his original and new concepts are his build and name.*
*Hey Wendi! I reworked my fursona and now he's a gourmet alchemist of sorts. The main connections to his original and new concepts are his build and name.*
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
Luciano is outside, sketching pictures of plants on a pad of old, yellowing paper. He has his silver hair tied back in a bun, showing off his scarred old skin.
William is hunting an dwarven woman through the woods, but he putting up a fight. He wipes blood from his nose, licking it off his hand while the other one grips his meat cleaver.
Briar is preening his wings while sitting on the roof, stretching his limbs as he sunbathes.
Mauric is on the roof as well, picking the tomatoes he planted in the spring. He notices Briar. “Oh, hi!”
Briar looks over, grinning. "Howdy there." He says
*love the new pfp by the way*
“So, enjoying the last bits of sunlight before winter?” He asks, stowing a green tomato in his satchel.
"Fall is migration season after all." He grumbled, rolling his eyes at the the thought.
“You go south in the fall or something? That’s cool.”
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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.
He looks up, his cerulean eyes blinking. "Oh, good day to you. I am sketching a mint plant at the moment."
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
'Hah, mint. Nice. Good day for sketching'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Mauric is on the roof as well, picking the tomatoes he planted in the spring. He notices Briar. “Oh, hi!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
'Hey there, what ya doing up on the roof?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"I suppose it is." He chuckles, laughing lightly.
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
Briar looks over, grinning. "Howdy there." He says
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
*love the new pfp by the way*
“So, enjoying the last bits of sunlight before winter?” He asks, stowing a green tomato in his satchel.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
'Good day all round. Made a couple gold pieces, went for a swim, life's sweet. Ya sketch plants often?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*i miss Krathian and Q’ilbrith*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Fall is migration season after all." He grumbled, rolling his eyes at the the thought.
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
"As often as I can. What did you sell?" He asked, tilting his head.
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
*Hey Wendi! I reworked my fursona and now he's a gourmet alchemist of sorts. The main connections to his original and new concepts are his build and name.*
*Anyway, how are you?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Nice*
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
(good afternoon/evening everyone)
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 an idea of a interdimensional traveler.*
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
“You go south in the fall or something? That’s cool.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*do go on*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
'Whatever I can find'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*morning ya goobers... i'm here finally, sorry for dissapearing for like the entire weekends 👉👈*
*You’re all good, how ya doin?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.