Amaranth is sitting in the tree, reading to herself. Her long brown hair is tied back in a very long braid. The title on the book cover is 'The Art of Life and Death'.
BW is kickboxing a wooden dummy, his kicks precise and leaving dent in the wood. His tail flicks about wildly.
Theaux is lying in the grass, looking up at the sky. His scales are polished to perfection, the evening moon glinting off the pearly scales.
Amaranth is sitting in the tree, reading to herself. Her long brown hair is tied back in a very long braid. The title on the book cover is 'The Art of Life and Death'.
BW is kickboxing a wooden dummy, his kicks precise and leaving dent in the wood. His tail flicks about wildly.
Theaux is lying in the grass, looking up at the sky. His scales are polished to perfection, the evening moon glinting off the pearly scales.
Thirteen is also reading outside. His book is on the subject of minor demon princes.
Mauric is slightly dozing off, but the sound of impacts on wood rouses him. He rolls over and watches the kickboxing from over the gutter with interest.
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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.
*nono she's pure hearted(ish), hurting others wouldn't be something she would do for no reason, note the no reason part*
She smiles and pads away, returning with a bottle of red and two glasses.
When she returns she finds the scene have become more romantic, low light, scented candles at the table, Damian playing the lute. Just them, Damian looks up to her with a fiendish smile.
She sits down with a soft giggle, adjusting her sweater with a soft huff.
"isnt this nice? I think only one thing could make this better... cuddling in a big, soft recliner, in front of a warm fire..."
He stops playing, snapping his fingers and a small ball of warm flame appears in his palm "When it comes to fire there is little we can do better. Of course I'm an exception, I'm better at loving."
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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.
Amaranth is sitting in the tree, reading to herself. Her long brown hair is tied back in a very long braid. The title on the book cover is 'The Art of Life and Death'.
BW is kickboxing a wooden dummy, his kicks precise and leaving dent in the wood. His tail flicks about wildly.
Theaux is lying in the grass, looking up at the sky. His scales are polished to perfection, the evening moon glinting off the pearly scales.
Thirteen is also reading outside. His book is on the subject of minor demon princes.
Mauric is slightly dozing off, but the sound of impacts on wood rouses him. He rolls over and watches the kickboxing from over the gutter with interest.
Amaranth looks over and waves, smiling.
BW's ears twitches as he lands hit after hit, grunting as he does.
Amaranth is sitting in the tree, reading to herself. Her long brown hair is tied back in a very long braid. The title on the book cover is 'The Art of Life and Death'.
BW is kickboxing a wooden dummy, his kicks precise and leaving dent in the wood. His tail flicks about wildly.
Theaux is lying in the grass, looking up at the sky. His scales are polished to perfection, the evening moon glinting off the pearly scales.
A man adorn in a straw hat, red shirt, blue shorts, and a pair of Geta approaches B.W, a massive, friendly grin on his face, he waves excitedly.
"Hey, Chopper!"
BW looks up, his snout twitching. He grumbles "Can I help you?"
*nono she's pure hearted(ish), hurting others wouldn't be something she would do for no reason, note the no reason part*
She smiles and pads away, returning with a bottle of red and two glasses.
When she returns she finds the scene have become more romantic, low light, scented candles at the table, Damian playing the lute. Just them, Damian looks up to her with a fiendish smile.
She sits down with a soft giggle, adjusting her sweater with a soft huff.
"isnt this nice? I think only one thing could make this better... cuddling in a big, soft recliner, in front of a warm fire..."
He stops playing, snapping his fingers and a small ball of warm flame appears in his palm "When it comes to fire there is little we can do better. Of course I'm an exception, I'm better at loving."
"Oh, you're just a little surprise machine... I think it's my turn, yeah?..."
She reaches out to touch his chest with her paw.. cold energy radiates from her paw pads before a small shockwave is emitted, coursing through Damian's body.
He shivers and for a moment his chest stops glowing with infernal flame, "Oh, looks like I'm not the only one with unexpected features."
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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.
Amaranth is sitting in the tree, reading to herself. Her long brown hair is tied back in a very long braid. The title on the book cover is 'The Art of Life and Death'.
BW is kickboxing a wooden dummy, his kicks precise and leaving dent in the wood. His tail flicks about wildly.
Theaux is lying in the grass, looking up at the sky. His scales are polished to perfection, the evening moon glinting off the pearly scales.
Thirteen is also reading outside. His book is on the subject of minor demon princes.
Mauric is slightly dozing off, but the sound of impacts on wood rouses him. He rolls over and watches the kickboxing from over the gutter with interest.
Amaranth looks over and waves, smiling.
BW's ears twitches as he lands hit after hit, grunting as he does.
He looks up and nods to her. “Are you a necromancer as well?”
Mauric silently slides off of the roof and lands nimbly on his feet not far from BW.
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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.
*nono she's pure hearted(ish), hurting others wouldn't be something she would do for no reason, note the no reason part*
She smiles and pads away, returning with a bottle of red and two glasses.
When she returns she finds the scene have become more romantic, low light, scented candles at the table, Damian playing the lute. Just them, Damian looks up to her with a fiendish smile.
She sits down with a soft giggle, adjusting her sweater with a soft huff.
"isnt this nice? I think only one thing could make this better... cuddling in a big, soft recliner, in front of a warm fire..."
He stops playing, snapping his fingers and a small ball of warm flame appears in his palm "When it comes to fire there is little we can do better. Of course I'm an exception, I'm better at loving."
"Oh, you're just a little surprise machine... I think it's my turn, yeah?..."
She reaches out to touch his chest with her paw.. cold energy radiates from her paw pads before a small shockwave is emitted, coursing through Damian's body.
He shivers and for a moment his chest stops glowing with infernal flame, "Oh, looks like I'm not the only one with unexpected features."
"I can do a few other neat things, but, I mainly cook. I know just enough to run away from danger, hehe..."
Her paw creeps up his chest and to his chin, which she holds with two fingers gently.
He smirks at her "Are you coming onto me?" He takes a cup of the wine, drinking it down slowly with a raised brow.
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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.
*They have a new skin for him for the fall and I love it.*
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
*yeah i love the aesthetic and also the nightclub it’s set in is in a very tall building*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Dawg I’ve been absolutely loving Bloodborne RN*
*Anyone wanna RP?*
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
*yes indeed*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Okie dokie, let me write up my characters.*
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
*Me thinks I'll switch it up a bit.*
Amaranth is sitting in the tree, reading to herself. Her long brown hair is tied back in a very long braid. The title on the book cover is 'The Art of Life and Death'.
BW is kickboxing a wooden dummy, his kicks precise and leaving dent in the wood. His tail flicks about wildly.
Theaux is lying in the grass, looking up at the sky. His scales are polished to perfection, the evening moon glinting off the pearly scales.
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
Thirteen is also reading outside. His book is on the subject of minor demon princes.
Mauric is slightly dozing off, but the sound of impacts on wood rouses him. He rolls over and watches the kickboxing from over the gutter with interest.
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 stops playing, snapping his fingers and a small ball of warm flame appears in his palm "When it comes to fire there is little we can do better. Of course I'm an exception, I'm better at loving."
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
Amaranth looks over and waves, smiling.
BW's ears twitches as he lands hit after hit, grunting as he does.
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
BW looks up, his snout twitching. He grumbles "Can I help 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
He shivers and for a moment his chest stops glowing with infernal flame, "Oh, looks like I'm not the only one with unexpected features."
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
He looks up and nods to her. “Are you a necromancer as well?”
Mauric silently slides off of the roof and lands nimbly on his feet not far from BW.
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 smirks at her "Are you coming onto me?" He takes a cup of the wine, drinking it down slowly with a raised brow.
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