Apollon the Hunter is walking through the woods. In one hand is a bloodied spear and in the other is a dead owlbear that he is slowly dragging behind him.
He hears the sound of heavy footsteps in the forest, something casting a shadow larger than some of the trees. Rumbling all around, making it difficult to remain balanced.
He lets go of the owlbear, readying his spear in one hand and maintains his balance
As a hunter he can usually sense creatures before he sees them, and from this he senses an ancient red dragon. What he sees is a giant man, almost 15ft tall and covered in muscles.
“Giant…draconian bloodline most likely…” he mutters
He smiles down at the hunter “Hello there. Who are you?”
Apollon the Hunter is walking through the woods. In one hand is a bloodied spear and in the other is a dead owlbear that he is slowly dragging behind him.
He hears the sound of heavy footsteps in the forest, something casting a shadow larger than some of the trees. Rumbling all around, making it difficult to remain balanced.
He lets go of the owlbear, readying his spear in one hand and maintains his balance
As a hunter he can usually sense creatures before he sees them, and from this he senses an ancient red dragon. What he sees is a giant man, almost 15ft tall and covered in muscles.
“Giant…draconian bloodline most likely…” he mutters
He smiles down at the hunter “Hello there. Who are you?”
“They call me Apollon the Hunter or to my enemies Apollon the Flame of Frenzy.”
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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.
"It's getting late.. how about that recliner visit?" Her cheeks are flushed, but from wine, or present company, its hard to tell.
“Hmm. If you say so, I plan to be staying up for just a bit of time. Especially with all the things I would have to do.” He drinks down his second glass of wine before putting on the table “Whatever you need, I’ll be here.”
Apollon the Hunter is walking through the woods. In one hand is a bloodied spear and in the other is a dead owlbear that he is slowly dragging behind him.
He hears the sound of heavy footsteps in the forest, something casting a shadow larger than some of the trees. Rumbling all around, making it difficult to remain balanced.
He lets go of the owlbear, readying his spear in one hand and maintains his balance
As a hunter he can usually sense creatures before he sees them, and from this he senses an ancient red dragon. What he sees is a giant man, almost 15ft tall and covered in muscles.
“Giant…draconian bloodline most likely…” he mutters
He smiles down at the hunter “Hello there. Who are you?”
“They call me Apollon the Hunter or to my enemies Apollon the Flame of Frenzy.”
“Who is they? Because my friends call me Ragnerious, or Rag, and my enemies call me the monster hunter.”
Apollon the Hunter is walking through the woods. In one hand is a bloodied spear and in the other is a dead owlbear that he is slowly dragging behind him.
He hears the sound of heavy footsteps in the forest, something casting a shadow larger than some of the trees. Rumbling all around, making it difficult to remain balanced.
He lets go of the owlbear, readying his spear in one hand and maintains his balance
As a hunter he can usually sense creatures before he sees them, and from this he senses an ancient red dragon. What he sees is a giant man, almost 15ft tall and covered in muscles.
“Giant…draconian bloodline most likely…” he mutters
He smiles down at the hunter “Hello there. Who are you?”
“They call me Apollon the Hunter or to my enemies Apollon the Flame of Frenzy.”
“Who is they? Because my friends call me Ragnerious, or Rag, and my enemies call me the monster hunter.”
“People…I was a myth at first. Then I became a horror to monster and monstrosities.”
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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.
Apollon the Hunter is walking through the woods. In one hand is a bloodied spear and in the other is a dead owlbear that he is slowly dragging behind him.
He hears the sound of heavy footsteps in the forest, something casting a shadow larger than some of the trees. Rumbling all around, making it difficult to remain balanced.
He lets go of the owlbear, readying his spear in one hand and maintains his balance
As a hunter he can usually sense creatures before he sees them, and from this he senses an ancient red dragon. What he sees is a giant man, almost 15ft tall and covered in muscles.
“Giant…draconian bloodline most likely…” he mutters
He smiles down at the hunter “Hello there. Who are you?”
“They call me Apollon the Hunter or to my enemies Apollon the Flame of Frenzy.”
“Who is they? Because my friends call me Ragnerious, or Rag, and my enemies call me the monster hunter.”
“People…I was a myth at first. Then I became a horror to monster and monstrosities.”
“Have you ever had the pleasure of fighting a tarrasque with your bare hand? It is very fun.”
Apollon the Hunter is walking through the woods. In one hand is a bloodied spear and in the other is a dead owlbear that he is slowly dragging behind him.
He hears the sound of heavy footsteps in the forest, something casting a shadow larger than some of the trees. Rumbling all around, making it difficult to remain balanced.
He lets go of the owlbear, readying his spear in one hand and maintains his balance
As a hunter he can usually sense creatures before he sees them, and from this he senses an ancient red dragon. What he sees is a giant man, almost 15ft tall and covered in muscles.
“Giant…draconian bloodline most likely…” he mutters
He smiles down at the hunter “Hello there. Who are you?”
“They call me Apollon the Hunter or to my enemies Apollon the Flame of Frenzy.”
“Who is they? Because my friends call me Ragnerious, or Rag, and my enemies call me the monster hunter.”
“People…I was a myth at first. Then I became a horror to monster and monstrosities.”
“Have you ever had the pleasure of fighting a tarrasque with your bare hand? It is very fun.”
“Can’t say I have. But I’ve killed a few in my time.”
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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.
Apollon the Hunter is walking through the woods. In one hand is a bloodied spear and in the other is a dead owlbear that he is slowly dragging behind him.
He hears the sound of heavy footsteps in the forest, something casting a shadow larger than some of the trees. Rumbling all around, making it difficult to remain balanced.
He lets go of the owlbear, readying his spear in one hand and maintains his balance
As a hunter he can usually sense creatures before he sees them, and from this he senses an ancient red dragon. What he sees is a giant man, almost 15ft tall and covered in muscles.
“Giant…draconian bloodline most likely…” he mutters
He smiles down at the hunter “Hello there. Who are you?”
“They call me Apollon the Hunter or to my enemies Apollon the Flame of Frenzy.”
“Who is they? Because my friends call me Ragnerious, or Rag, and my enemies call me the monster hunter.”
“People…I was a myth at first. Then I became a horror to monster and monstrosities.”
“Have you ever had the pleasure of fighting a tarrasque with your bare hand? It is very fun.”
“Can’t say I have. But I’ve killed a few in my time.”
“Well I would recommend it to you. Out strengthing a tarrasque is a feat I’m proud of.”
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
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
He smiles down at the hunter “Hello there. Who are you?”
“They call me Apollon the Hunter or to my enemies Apollon the Flame of Frenzy.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Hmm. If you say so, I plan to be staying up for just a bit of time. Especially with all the things I would have to do.” He drinks down his second glass of wine before putting on the table “Whatever you need, I’ll be here.”
“Who is they? Because my friends call me Ragnerious, or Rag, and my enemies call me the monster hunter.”
“People…I was a myth at first. Then I became a horror to monster and monstrosities.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Have you ever had the pleasure of fighting a tarrasque with your bare hand? It is very fun.”
“Can’t say I have. But I’ve killed a few in my time.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Well I would recommend it to you. Out strengthing a tarrasque is a feat I’m proud of.”
*cut for demonslayer*
”yea. Bet it’s not hard with your size.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(good evening)
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
“Ah you would assume that, but as the saying goes the bigger they are the harder they fall.”
(hello)
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 am the man with the bees*
*Also, it's Dredgin' Time!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey Baalze. I just made Optimus Prime. I don't know why, but I did.*
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
*I am very happy you trust me enough to tell me about your deep-seated personal issues. It means a lot.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I have no regrets, I'm just confused why I made a sheet for something I will never use. I'm keeping it though.*
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
*Good morning! Jester, I see you've taken the Frenzied Flame pfp as well*
*Anywhooo characters for today*
Theren is outside tending to his garden, getting rid of weeds.
Leo is inside the tavern tinkering with a small machine part.
Apollon is dragging a dead owlbear through the woods.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Ah some would say, may chaos take the world in the golden frenzied flames!*
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
*Very true*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.