The tree is huge, as if it is almost touching the sky. Leaves of every shade grow upon its twisting boughs and branches.
The aberration starts to climb it, looking for acorns or seed pods or whatever else it might have.
As he climbs, he spots Yuri in it. She is slumbering quietly amongst the branches.
His four sculpted eyes widen as he sees her. He seems conflicted for a moment. "Miss!" He stage whispers, climbing ever-so-slightly closer. "Miss! May I have but a lock of hair? A mere dream of your beauty could save my people."
Yuri opens an eye lazily "Mn, you seem desperate." She says, lifting her head.
He nearly falls out of the tree, which would likely be fatal given the height. "Yes. My power is great, but it is not able to save my world. I need something beautiful, something incredible. I am as ugly and barren as the world I arose from, but you are so full of life that even your awakening words threaten my precarious grasp on the mortal coil."
"Flattery will get you nowhere. I should know, I do it on a daily basis." She sat up, tilting her head. "What is your world like hm?"
Nick nods. “I know that I’ll be safe around ya. So I trust you.” He says with a sleepy smile
Mauric sits at the other end, watching him worriedly. “Get plenty of rest. It’ll take you a while to heal fully.”
*gotta go to work :/*
He rests his head in Maurics lap and falls asleep
*have a good day mate. also I’ve made an executive decision to retcon all of Mauric’s murders out of existence. He is no longer a serial killer and is just a standard gay furry*
Mauric looks down at him, tired and worried but happy. Eventually, he also dozes off.
*alr. I’ll be off an on this*
A few hours later Nick is awake again
Mauric has been casting small healing spells on him periodically. He smiles down at Nick. “How are you feeling?”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The tree is huge, as if it is almost touching the sky. Leaves of every shade grow upon its twisting boughs and branches.
The aberration starts to climb it, looking for acorns or seed pods or whatever else it might have.
As he climbs, he spots Yuri in it. She is slumbering quietly amongst the branches.
His four sculpted eyes widen as he sees her. He seems conflicted for a moment. "Miss!" He stage whispers, climbing ever-so-slightly closer. "Miss! May I have but a lock of hair? A mere dream of your beauty could save my people."
Yuri opens an eye lazily "Mn, you seem desperate." She says, lifting her head.
He nearly falls out of the tree, which would likely be fatal given the height. "Yes. My power is great, but it is not able to save my world. I need something beautiful, something incredible. I am as ugly and barren as the world I arose from, but you are so full of life that even your awakening words threaten my precarious grasp on the mortal coil."
"Flattery will get you nowhere. I should know, I do it on a daily basis." She sat up, tilting her head. "What is your world like hm?"
"I do not flatter. Your gaze wracks my bones to the marrow. My world is dying. There is no plane other than its one dark world, where new life is impossible. The sun has gone out, and the gods have all abandoned their posts long, long before I was born. There is no grass, no food, no trees. The only animals are ambush predators hidden in the barren soil. My people are the only prey. Our history has nothing left. No song may grace the lips of a bard or the strings of their lute. No painter may be inspired by a sunset, or a breeze on a hot day, or the crashing waves of the ocean. The only way I got out was by learning the fundamentals of its reality... which were falling apart as I read them."
Nick nods. “I know that I’ll be safe around ya. So I trust you.” He says with a sleepy smile
Mauric sits at the other end, watching him worriedly. “Get plenty of rest. It’ll take you a while to heal fully.”
*gotta go to work :/*
He rests his head in Maurics lap and falls asleep
*have a good day mate. also I’ve made an executive decision to retcon all of Mauric’s murders out of existence. He is no longer a serial killer and is just a standard gay furry*
Mauric looks down at him, tired and worried but happy. Eventually, he also dozes off.
*alr. I’ll be off an on this*
A few hours later Nick is awake again
Mauric has been casting small healing spells on him periodically. He smiles down at Nick. “How are you feeling?”
“A whole lot better.”
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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.
Nick nods. “I know that I’ll be safe around ya. So I trust you.” He says with a sleepy smile
Mauric sits at the other end, watching him worriedly. “Get plenty of rest. It’ll take you a while to heal fully.”
*gotta go to work :/*
He rests his head in Maurics lap and falls asleep
*have a good day mate. also I’ve made an executive decision to retcon all of Mauric’s murders out of existence. He is no longer a serial killer and is just a standard gay furry*
Mauric looks down at him, tired and worried but happy. Eventually, he also dozes off.
*alr. I’ll be off an on this*
A few hours later Nick is awake again
Mauric has been casting small healing spells on him periodically. He smiles down at Nick. “How are you feeling?”
“A whole lot better.”
“Great.” Mauric leans down and kisses him on the forehead.
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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.
Nick nods. “I know that I’ll be safe around ya. So I trust you.” He says with a sleepy smile
Mauric sits at the other end, watching him worriedly. “Get plenty of rest. It’ll take you a while to heal fully.”
*gotta go to work :/*
He rests his head in Maurics lap and falls asleep
*have a good day mate. also I’ve made an executive decision to retcon all of Mauric’s murders out of existence. He is no longer a serial killer and is just a standard gay furry*
Mauric looks down at him, tired and worried but happy. Eventually, he also dozes off.
*alr. I’ll be off an on this*
A few hours later Nick is awake again
Mauric has been casting small healing spells on him periodically. He smiles down at Nick. “How are you feeling?”
“A whole lot better.”
“Great.” Mauric leans down and kisses him on the forehead.
Nick giggles a bit and smiles a little goofily. “You we’re healing me weren’t you ya big softie.”
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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.
*idk who you got, or would you prefer me to set up my characters*
*Ive got Grove the suit of Armor, Benimaru the fire soldier, Damian the Damian, and Ragnerious.*
*i mean more like where are they and what situations are they in*
*Well Grove is just walking around, Damian is just existing near the inn, Benimaru is hunting infernals around town, Rag is just in the forest working out.*
*sorry I vanished*
Thirteen is messing around with crow bones, examining a book on the devil known as Malphas.
The Larry is around town.
Damian is walking around when they see Thirteen at work, walking over.
Benimaru flies down on his broom, confused about what he sees.
Thirteen looks up as he takes a piece of chalk out. “Ah, Damian. How are you? I’ve noticed you’ve been fraternizing with Saphuno quite a lot lately.”
The Larry turns in his direction, their hat obscuring their face.
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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.
Nick nods. “I know that I’ll be safe around ya. So I trust you.” He says with a sleepy smile
Mauric sits at the other end, watching him worriedly. “Get plenty of rest. It’ll take you a while to heal fully.”
*gotta go to work :/*
He rests his head in Maurics lap and falls asleep
*have a good day mate. also I’ve made an executive decision to retcon all of Mauric’s murders out of existence. He is no longer a serial killer and is just a standard gay furry*
Mauric looks down at him, tired and worried but happy. Eventually, he also dozes off.
*alr. I’ll be off an on this*
A few hours later Nick is awake again
Mauric has been casting small healing spells on him periodically. He smiles down at Nick. “How are you feeling?”
“A whole lot better.”
“Great.” Mauric leans down and kisses him on the forehead.
Nick giggles a bit and smiles a little goofily. “You were healing me weren’t you ya big softie.”
“Well I didn’t know if it worked or not. Most of the time when I heal folks their blood is on the outside when it should be in, not the other way around.”
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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.
*idk who you got, or would you prefer me to set up my characters*
*Ive got Grove the suit of Armor, Benimaru the fire soldier, Damian the Damian, and Ragnerious.*
*i mean more like where are they and what situations are they in*
*Well Grove is just walking around, Damian is just existing near the inn, Benimaru is hunting infernals around town, Rag is just in the forest working out.*
*sorry I vanished*
Thirteen is messing around with crow bones, examining a book on the devil known as Malphas.
The Larry is around town.
Damian is walking around when they see Thirteen at work, walking over.
Benimaru flies down on his broom, confused about what he sees.
Thirteen looks up as he takes a piece of chalk out. “Ah, Damian. How are you? I’ve noticed you’ve been fraternizing with Saphuno quite a lot lately.”
The Larry turns in his direction, their hat obscuring their face.
He shrugs “I’d say that’s true, you know. Meeting new people is important, and it seems I’ve taken a liking to her. What have you been doing buddy?”
Benimaru’s strange eyes seem to stare into the souls of the krill, their voice tired “Hey there.”
*idk who you got, or would you prefer me to set up my characters*
*Ive got Grove the suit of Armor, Benimaru the fire soldier, Damian the Damian, and Ragnerious.*
*i mean more like where are they and what situations are they in*
*Well Grove is just walking around, Damian is just existing near the inn, Benimaru is hunting infernals around town, Rag is just in the forest working out.*
*sorry I vanished*
Thirteen is messing around with crow bones, examining a book on the devil known as Malphas.
The Larry is around town.
Damian is walking around when they see Thirteen at work, walking over.
Benimaru flies down on his broom, confused about what he sees.
Thirteen looks up as he takes a piece of chalk out. “Ah, Damian. How are you? I’ve noticed you’ve been fraternizing with Saphuno quite a lot lately.”
The Larry turns in his direction, their hat obscuring their face.
He shrugs “I’d say that’s true, you know. Meeting new people is important, and it seems I’ve taken a liking to her. What have you been doing buddy?”
Benimaru’s strange eyes seem to stare into the souls of the krill, their voice tired “Hey there.”
“Communing with a powerful devil for a little experiment. They call him King of the Crows, the Carrion God, and the Eyeripper.” He responds casually, drawing a blasphemous symbol on the table with the chalk.
They do not respond. A ghostly, firelike aura forms around them.
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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.
*idk who you got, or would you prefer me to set up my characters*
*Ive got Grove the suit of Armor, Benimaru the fire soldier, Damian the Damian, and Ragnerious.*
*i mean more like where are they and what situations are they in*
*Well Grove is just walking around, Damian is just existing near the inn, Benimaru is hunting infernals around town, Rag is just in the forest working out.*
*sorry I vanished*
Thirteen is messing around with crow bones, examining a book on the devil known as Malphas.
The Larry is around town.
Damian is walking around when they see Thirteen at work, walking over.
Benimaru flies down on his broom, confused about what he sees.
Thirteen looks up as he takes a piece of chalk out. “Ah, Damian. How are you? I’ve noticed you’ve been fraternizing with Saphuno quite a lot lately.”
The Larry turns in his direction, their hat obscuring their face.
He shrugs “I’d say that’s true, you know. Meeting new people is important, and it seems I’ve taken a liking to her. What have you been doing buddy?”
Benimaru’s strange eyes seem to stare into the souls of the krill, their voice tired “Hey there.”
“Communing with a powerful devil for a little experiment. They call him King of the Crows, the Carrion God, and the Eyeripper.” He responds casually, drawing a blasphemous symbol on the table with the chalk.
They do not respond. A ghostly, firelike aura forms around them.
“Ah I love a good experiment, although that doesn’t sound like my business, even if I do have some experience with powerful demons myself.” He says just walking with a little smirk on his face.
Benimaru raises an eyebrow at the fire like aura, one of his own appearing around him as his left eye glows.
"Flattery will get you nowhere. I should know, I do it on a daily basis." She sat up, tilting her head. "What is your world like hm?"
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
*I will be on and off this due to work. Sorry for long reply’s*
Hearthstone is wandering around town admiring the lights of shops.
Leo is shakily fixing festus. Lack of sleep is evident in his eyes.
-free choice for whoever-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mauric is in the inn, watching over Nick while he sleeps and recovers.
The Larry is investigating any criminal activity going on at the moment.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mauric has been casting small healing spells on him periodically. He smiles down at Nick. “How are you feeling?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I do not flatter. Your gaze wracks my bones to the marrow. My world is dying. There is no plane other than its one dark world, where new life is impossible. The sun has gone out, and the gods have all abandoned their posts long, long before I was born. There is no grass, no food, no trees. The only animals are ambush predators hidden in the barren soil. My people are the only prey. Our history has nothing left. No song may grace the lips of a bard or the strings of their lute. No painter may be inspired by a sunset, or a breeze on a hot day, or the crashing waves of the ocean. The only way I got out was by learning the fundamentals of its reality... which were falling apart as I read them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“A whole lot better.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Great.” Mauric leans down and kisses him on the forehead.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yo Jobah you just forget about me?*
Nick giggles a bit and smiles a little goofily. “You we’re healing me weren’t you ya big softie.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen looks up as he takes a piece of chalk out. “Ah, Damian. How are you? I’ve noticed you’ve been fraternizing with Saphuno quite a lot lately.”
The Larry turns in his direction, their hat obscuring their face.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*my apologies, i missed your response*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well I didn’t know if it worked or not. Most of the time when I heal folks their blood is on the outside when it should be in, not the other way around.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*cut for jobah*
”ah. Well I’m a special exception.” He says with a giggle
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“You sure are. In every way.”
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 shrugs “I’d say that’s true, you know. Meeting new people is important, and it seems I’ve taken a liking to her. What have you been doing buddy?”
Benimaru’s strange eyes seem to stare into the souls of the krill, their voice tired “Hey there.”
“Communing with a powerful devil for a little experiment. They call him King of the Crows, the Carrion God, and the Eyeripper.” He responds casually, drawing a blasphemous symbol on the table with the chalk.
They do not respond. A ghostly, firelike aura forms around them.
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 sticks his tongue out at them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mauric pokes Nick playfully. “You’re gonna have to take it relatively easy for a month or so.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Ah I love a good experiment, although that doesn’t sound like my business, even if I do have some experience with powerful demons myself.” He says just walking with a little smirk on his face.
Benimaru raises an eyebrow at the fire like aura, one of his own appearing around him as his left eye glows.
“Okay doc.” He says with a playful eye roll
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.