*Whichever one you wish to use, my delirious baby boi.*
*Though I would recommend Intelligence for this particular spice.*
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The beans seemingly calm down. The beast looks unimpressed and a little disappointed. "You may keep the beans." it sighs.
Donn narrows his eyes, stabbing the knife into the cutting board. He takes off his apron and folds it. "You seemed like you wanted me to get hurt there."
"No. I just wanted you to do better. But I cannot blame you. You did very well, especially with such a volatile ingredient. But your skill, while impressive, does not astound me. I've been searching for someone to astound me, someone who hears the voices and feels the feelings of the foods. I need someone who can handle something new and volatile every time, and will be as excited as I am upon encountering something new. You are a superb cook, but not a transcendent one."
He narrows his eyes "I am going to be polite, especially after what you just did, and tell you where you can find someone. I know two actually. One is my love who I believe may be someone you are looking for, his name is Egregore, and the other is a man by the name of William. He owns a restaurant called the Red Plate.'
"No. I just wanted you to do better. But I cannot blame you. You did very well, especially with such a volatile ingredient. But your skill, while impressive, does not astound me. I've been searching for someone to astound me, someone who hears the voices and feels the feelings of the foods. I need someone who can handle something new and volatile every time, and will be as excited as I am upon encountering something new. You are a superb cook, but not a transcendent one."
He narrows his eyes "I am going to be polite, especially after what you just did, and tell you where you can find someone. I know two actually. One is my love who I believe may be someone you are looking for, his name is Egregore, and the other is a man by the name of William. He owns a restaurant called the Red Plate.'
"Thank you. I have chased down leads from the 667th layer of the Abyss to the top of Mount Celestia, but everyone that I've seen with enough skill has been taken by a hunter before I could reach them. I apologize for my methods. I had a lapse of reason in my impatience. I knew you would be able to handle them, but I wasn't sure how well you would do. But that does not excuse my giving you such a hazardous ingredient. I shall be off. Unless you wish to see me, this will likely be our last meeting."
"No. I just wanted you to do better. But I cannot blame you. You did very well, especially with such a volatile ingredient. But your skill, while impressive, does not astound me. I've been searching for someone to astound me, someone who hears the voices and feels the feelings of the foods. I need someone who can handle something new and volatile every time, and will be as excited as I am upon encountering something new. You are a superb cook, but not a transcendent one."
He narrows his eyes "I am going to be polite, especially after what you just did, and tell you where you can find someone. I know two actually. One is my love who I believe may be someone you are looking for, his name is Egregore, and the other is a man by the name of William. He owns a restaurant called the Red Plate.'
"Thank you. I have chased down leads from the 667th layer of the Abyss to the top of Mount Celestia, but everyone that I've seen with enough skill has been taken by a hunter before I could reach them. I apologize for my methods. I had a lapse of reason in my impatience. I knew you would be able to handle them, but I wasn't sure how well you would do. But that does not excuse my giving you such a hazardous ingredient. I shall be off. Unless you wish to see me, this will likely be our last meeting."
"Mn, perhaps I will, but I'll see after my anger simmers." He said, waving a hand.
"No. I just wanted you to do better. But I cannot blame you. You did very well, especially with such a volatile ingredient. But your skill, while impressive, does not astound me. I've been searching for someone to astound me, someone who hears the voices and feels the feelings of the foods. I need someone who can handle something new and volatile every time, and will be as excited as I am upon encountering something new. You are a superb cook, but not a transcendent one."
He narrows his eyes "I am going to be polite, especially after what you just did, and tell you where you can find someone. I know two actually. One is my love who I believe may be someone you are looking for, his name is Egregore, and the other is a man by the name of William. He owns a restaurant called the Red Plate.'
"Thank you. I have chased down leads from the 667th layer of the Abyss to the top of Mount Celestia, but everyone that I've seen with enough skill has been taken by a hunter before I could reach them. I apologize for my methods. I had a lapse of reason in my impatience. I knew you would be able to handle them, but I wasn't sure how well you would do. But that does not excuse my giving you such a hazardous ingredient. I shall be off. Unless you wish to see me, this will likely be our last meeting."
"Mn, perhaps I will, but I'll see after my anger simmers." He said, waving a hand.
As if it were a mere apparition, the figure disappears the instant Donn waves it off.
*imma be real i still don’t know Yuri’s backstory*
“Donn, are you listening to me?” She spoke.
I had drifted off again, my mind wandering into an internal world of screaming demons and hellish beats as she was speaking to me.
“Quite sorry Yuri, I was drifting again,” I said and nodded my head apologetically. Who knew what words could spur the Spring Queen’s wrath. Damn Archfey was flighty and as hard to predict as the winds.
She smiled as gently as the snow falling to the ground, but I knew better. That gentle smile hides fangs that pierced men’s skin and drained them for every drop. I’ve seen her hunger, luckily, I’ve never been on that short end of a stick.
“Your mind seems too often wander my friend. Peeking into the dreams of others again?” She asked, giggling as if she had just made a joke.
I rolled my eyes “Hardly, your constant chatter about flowers and those who wronged you just grate on my nerves. It’s not like I can run away from you, you would have half a mind to rope me back in with your vines.” I bared a smile, my lips curling at the edges.
She raised an eyebrow “If I did that, I could assure you would not be in one piece.” She waved a hand, dismissing the idea “But I would never, you are a friend. We fey follow laws, just like the mortals.”
“No attacking a guest, no dismissing hospitality of any kind, if someone gives you a gift, give one to them with equal value…” I read off, a chuckle escaping my throat.
She let out a satisfied huff and smoothed the wrinkles on the front of her elegant dress “We follow them for a reason, lest we descend into chaos.”
“What’s wrong with a little chaos?” I playfully poked at her “Isn’t it just the balance of the universe? Chaos and order, mayhem and law.”
She smiled, almost baring her sharp teeth “We all enjoy it a little bit, but I much prefer law over chaos.” She spoke.
I nudged her with my elbow “Says you.”
Ah, let me introduce myself to you. After all, hospitality and whatnot.
My name is Donn. Believe me when I say my true name is much harder to under than what I am presenting you with now. Others have called me Borchello, The Goat God of Dreams, but I can assure you, I am just as mortal as you.
The name, God of Dreams, does hold some truth to it, however.
I am a fey, but not just any fey, I am an Archfey. While I do hate the title of ‘Archfey’, it comes with the power I hold.
My true name means ‘Nightmare’ or ‘Dark Dreams’ in my native tongue. A little on the nose I believe but it’s the one I was given when my father conceived me. Yes, I was born from a male… Sheesh, it’s like all mortals think you only come from a female.
Anyways, the full title I hold is ‘The Archfey of Dreams and Nightmares’. I was born and bred for that title. I held power over all dreams and nightmares of the living. However, I was ugly.
The fey rather like things that are beautiful. Trinkets, mortals, etcetera and such. I was not beautiful; I was a goat-headed creature with a man’s body that crawled from the decaying womb of my life-giver, bleating, and covered in visceral juices. My fur was as black as soot and my eyes glowed like topazes. My hands were adorned with razor sharp claws that I used to open the flesh of my father to crawl out into the sunlight.
Needless to say, the others thought I was a lesser creature than them.
Except for one.
The woman I was talking to earlier was Yuri Morichine, but she simply goes by Yuri. She is ugly too, but on the inside. Once a mortal woman, then swept away by the Fey Queen, Tatiana. She was supposed to be a princess of sorts, but fey deals always tend to be worse for the receiver than the deal maker.
She was turned into a blood-sucking parasite that couldn’t survive unless she followed Tatiana like a dog to the end of time.
We are all very independent creatures, so you can imagine how Yuri took that. Unfortunately, Yuri knows better than to pick a suicidal option to leave the queen outright. Fey love plotting behind each other’s backs, I never understood why, but that’s what Yuri did.
She has a love interest of sorts, an Eldrian named Zenix. He was once under the Summer Queen but left for some reason, it isn’t my place to say, but those two are plotting something against her.
I rather not get involved in it; she knows where my children are.
Have you met my children?
Most likely not, I keep them hidden from those who would want to hurt them. They are ugly, like me.
While they are not my own flesh and blood children, though one day I think I would like a flesh and blood child of my own, they do mean the world to me, and I would gladly give my life if it meant they would never be hunted again.
My children are creatures who have fallen through the cracks of society. Those whose external or internal being does not align with society and its rules. They also tend to be creatures that people find ugly or disgusting, like manticores and chimeras. I had a deep dragon wyrmling as a child once, but she decided the material realm was not for her.
I try to teach my children well. How to love one another, how to build up confidence in yourself, and how to treat people how you would like to be treated.
Sometimes lessons have to be learned the hard way, after all, when you're considered an outcast by society, they tend to send garbage men to clean up the mess.
Paladins in shining armor that reflect their glinting swords and holy symbols. They love to hunt my children as if they are sport. They hang them, gut them, and mock their bodies as if they are nothing but deer.
I would say they are pigs, but I rather like pigs. Very cute and cuddly.
Every time they kill my children, it feels as if there is a piece that is taken from my own body. Its empty feelings, it makes me want to throw up. I want to rip their heads off, render their bodies into useless piles of flesh. I would never eat them; they don’t deserve that kind of honor to be made part of something.
No… I can’t harm them. That would be rude. I have to meet on their terms. Be civilized, that’s the only way my children will be accepted.
Anyways, back to the boring story.
I was about to make another snide comment to her, feeling much better at this outlandish party now that I was able to freely joke with a friend, but I saw her gaze had caught something.
A pair of men walked through the party, very much opposites of each other. Instantly I knew the faces.
Detective, not that he really was a detective, Nash Finch, and Doctor Victor Hart.
Just when I thought this party couldn’t get any worse.
I was about to wonder why they were here then I remembered that Mr. Hart had elven blood on his side despite lacking any sort of grace we held. I think I was more upset to see Mr. Finch here, the man irked me something fierce. His confidence, his smugness, his pencil mustache. It just was so annoying. He was a con man, unlike his friend, he made money on taking cases of missing people or items from those who truly needed help only to not have any results and only take their money instead.
Victor Hart was another story. The flighty alchemist was a decent man, he was well-studied in biochemistry, and I would often write to him to get advice on how to heal some of the sicker of my children.
I was about to turn away, but Finch noticed us first, a bright, disgusting, shit-eating grin on his face. He turned to us and strode over.
“Yuri! Donn! Lovely party friends! Glad to see your faces in this crowd.” he said, faking a polite tone. Victor stood beside him; eyes downcast on the floor.
I was about to say something that I most likely would’ve regretted but Yuri answered first. “Good to see you as well Nash, how are you?” she asked, her tone sincerely polite. I almost envied the way she could pretend to be polite and actually make it sound so.
“I am very much well!” he smiled again, and I restrained myself, again, from trying to scalp the man “The business is well, money rolling in with every client.”
“You mean the people who are looking for their loved ones?” I murmured into the rim of my glass.
Nash turned his head, smile faltering. “What was that?”
“He was saying how he was happy for you.” Victor spoke up, apparently done with being quiet. “Nash, I would like to get something to drink, please accompany me.” He said and dragged the man elsewhere by his arm.
Nash shot another smile over his shoulder at us, this one more forced.
Yuri waited till he was gone and huffed, folding her arms. “I wish somedays he could be taken down, just a peg.”
I laughed and tilted my head “Me and you both.”
She smirked and let her gaze fall over the party, scanning the room. She suddenly smiled like a little girl as her gaze met someone else’s. And just like that, I was alone again. She had run off to meet up with her love, Zenix, who had just arrived.
I stood there, the uncomfortable feeling of awkwardness filling my very being. I sighed and knocked back the rest of my drink, making my way through the party and over to the little slice of sanctuary known as an empty balcony.
I took a breath, letting my lungs fill with the cold air of the outside. My mind began to recuperate as I enjoyed the quiet stillness of this little slice of peace from the party. But, of course, my peace was short as I heard the doors to the balcony open and a pair of footsteps filling in the silence.
“Donn?” A voice that I can only describe as ‘old, polished wood floors’ asked me.
I turned and was met with a kind face.
Between you and me, I fear gods. They are just as flighty as fey but have more of a will to cause harm to those who displease them.
But, this one, he was kind to everyone.
“Hello Krist.” I spoke gently, lowering my head a little in respect. While he asked for none and allowed everyone he met to choose how they would act for him, I respected him because he allowed me to lay my feelings out about everything before him and offer the best counsel he could.
He smiled warmly, leaning on his cane. He was mortal, like you and me, but he couldn't be killed by old age. He stopped aging somewhere around 80. Now, while he couldn't be killed by age, he could be by everything else. He has lived for years, but it amazes me how he would be willing to live this long. All the horrors he has seen from his life, from the past. But he kept on, well… keeping on.
“How are you Donn? I would say it would be surprising to see you out here, but you’ve always been one to hide from the noise and bustle of everything.” He asked.
I paused, taken aback. He did know me well, didn't he? “I am okay,” I said, trying to find the best words to acknowledge how I felt.
“That doesn't make me think you are okay.” He chuckled lightly. I rolled my eyes at that.
“I am trying to be ‘okay’, okay?” I said, my tone taking on a sharper edge unconsciously.
He tilted his head to peer at me from behind spectacles, his forest-green eyes watching me like a hawk. I had to fight the urge to cover my face in shame now, it was rude to speak to him that way.
“You sound sad.” That was all he said to me and sighed, concerned. “How many of them were slaughtered this year?”
Once again, I was taken aback. I stood up a bit straighter, hands gripping the ornate railing.
“Too many,” I said, my tone betraying my tired mind. I rubbed the bridge of my snout and chuckled “Too bloody many.”
He nodded and laid a wrinkled hand, a hand that had seen many things, on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, my friend. I’m sorry this has happened to you.”
It now fought the urge to let tears fall down my furry cheeks. It sniffed and brushed his hand off, I had to be strong. “Your condolences are noted but there is nothing we can do..” I spoke, my voice trembling.
“Because we follow laws.” He finished my sentence. “It is admirable that you don’t want to hurt the parties involved but nothing can be done unless you commit to action.”
I sighed and tilted my head “I prefer to work from the shadows, after all, that's all I am it seems.”
*It's more about Donn but I'll try and find the stuff about Yuri*
Yuri, once an elfen child born to parents in the silent town of Olguard, was stolen in her sleep by the Queen of Summer, Tatiana. She was replaced with a lookalike feywild child.
Tatiana bred her into the role of the Queen of Seasons, a puppet queen so the Summer Queen wouldn't have to get her hands dirty. To ensure that Yuri would stay in place, she made her hungry for the blood. She promised Yuri the substances that kept her alive only if she stayed by her side or she would be seen as a monster by anyone and everyone. Yuri agreed and Tatiana turned her new child into a killing machine, a battleaxe-wielding soldier who would slice down the Summer Queen's enemies whenever she wanted.
Yuri did not learn of this horribleness till she was 1,000 years old age. She learned from her beloved, Zenix, an elfen traitor to the queen whom Yuri had fallen for. She lashed out at the Queen but Tatiana easily subdued her. She planted falsities in Yuri's mind that she was all she had and that her parents did not want such a horrible child. Yuri once again fell for it and remained by the Queen's side.
She grew brutal and angry, her softer form slowly turning into a sharper self like needles. Her light green color traded for the colors of blood and the night. She was dubbed the Queen of Seasons because of how rapidly her mood changed. She grew violent and began to torture anyone and everyone who incurred her wrath.
*I've managed to find a ringtone that will tell everyone who hears how much of a nerd I am.*
*what is it? my ringtone is the The Garfield Show theme*
*(Smashes phone)*
*Do the Garfield and Friends one next time.*
*Well I mean obviously Garfield and Friends has the superior theme song, but the The Garfield Show OP works better as a ringtone. It’s louder, more repetitive, and easier to download because I’m having a hard time actually finding episodes of G&F*
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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.
*I've managed to find a ringtone that will tell everyone who hears how much of a nerd I am.*
*what is it? my ringtone is the The Garfield Show theme*
*(Smashes phone)*
*Do the Garfield and Friends one next time.*
*Well I mean obviously Garfield and Friends has the superior theme song, but the The Garfield Show OP works better as a ringtone. It’s louder, more repetitive, and easier to download because I’m having a hard time actually finding episodes of G&F*
*I've managed to find a ringtone that will tell everyone who hears how much of a nerd I am.*
*what is it? my ringtone is the The Garfield Show theme*
*(Smashes phone)*
*Do the Garfield and Friends one next time.*
*Well I mean obviously Garfield and Friends has the superior theme song, but the The Garfield Show OP works better as a ringtone. It’s louder, more repetitive, and easier to download because I’m having a hard time actually finding episodes of G&F*
*absolute peak*
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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.
Once he’s free of the bones he rolls his shoulders before beginning to walk away “This isn’t worth my time, I’d rather not turn you into a pile of ash.” He slings his mop over his shoulder.
She laughs "As I thought, pathetic."
“If you want to die then try and get me.” He says, obviously tired and shaking his head.
"Believe me, of I wanted you dead.. is would've just done so already!" She chirps, beaming.
“Of course I would be, words are a cheap as anything else kid. If I would be dead I would be dead.” He says looking down on them, no matter how tall they are.
"I am not child dear, you are looking at billions of centuries old.." she states, grinning.
He slaps the top of her head again “Then you shouldn’t be acting like you’re 9 years old.”
From the sky something begins to fall, at first most in town would just assume it’s a meteor or something of the like considering how often that happens in this strange town, but as it gets closer they can see it’s not shaped like one. It collides with the ground, surprisingly softly, and what comes out is not what you would expect. It is a pod, and within is a man in armor no one has seen before, a strange weapon on his waist resembling a pistol, but far more advanced. He is wearing pitch black clothes, armor seemingly built into it, a badge on his chest.
He narrows his eyes "I am going to be polite, especially after what you just did, and tell you where you can find someone. I know two actually. One is my love who I believe may be someone you are looking for, his name is Egregore, and the other is a man by the name of William. He owns a restaurant called the Red Plate.'
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
"Thank you. I have chased down leads from the 667th layer of the Abyss to the top of Mount Celestia, but everyone that I've seen with enough skill has been taken by a hunter before I could reach them. I apologize for my methods. I had a lapse of reason in my impatience. I knew you would be able to handle them, but I wasn't sure how well you would do. But that does not excuse my giving you such a hazardous ingredient. I shall be off. Unless you wish to see me, this will likely be our last meeting."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mn, perhaps I will, but I'll see after my anger simmers." He said, waving a hand.
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 if it were a mere apparition, the figure disappears the instant Donn waves it off.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*imma be real i still don’t know Yuri’s backstory*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*It's pretty traumatic.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Donn, are you listening to me?” She spoke.
I had drifted off again, my mind wandering into an internal world of screaming demons and hellish beats as she was speaking to me.
“Quite sorry Yuri, I was drifting again,” I said and nodded my head apologetically. Who knew what words could spur the Spring Queen’s wrath. Damn Archfey was flighty and as hard to predict as the winds.
She smiled as gently as the snow falling to the ground, but I knew better. That gentle smile hides fangs that pierced men’s skin and drained them for every drop. I’ve seen her hunger, luckily, I’ve never been on that short end of a stick.
“Your mind seems too often wander my friend. Peeking into the dreams of others again?” She asked, giggling as if she had just made a joke.
I rolled my eyes “Hardly, your constant chatter about flowers and those who wronged you just grate on my nerves. It’s not like I can run away from you, you would have half a mind to rope me back in with your vines.” I bared a smile, my lips curling at the edges.
She raised an eyebrow “If I did that, I could assure you would not be in one piece.” She waved a hand, dismissing the idea “But I would never, you are a friend. We fey follow laws, just like the mortals.”
“No attacking a guest, no dismissing hospitality of any kind, if someone gives you a gift, give one to them with equal value…” I read off, a chuckle escaping my throat.
She let out a satisfied huff and smoothed the wrinkles on the front of her elegant dress “We follow them for a reason, lest we descend into chaos.”
“What’s wrong with a little chaos?” I playfully poked at her “Isn’t it just the balance of the universe? Chaos and order, mayhem and law.”
She smiled, almost baring her sharp teeth “We all enjoy it a little bit, but I much prefer law over chaos.” She spoke.
I nudged her with my elbow “Says you.”
Ah, let me introduce myself to you. After all, hospitality and whatnot.
My name is Donn. Believe me when I say my true name is much harder to under than what I am presenting you with now. Others have called me Borchello, The Goat God of Dreams, but I can assure you, I am just as mortal as you.
The name, God of Dreams, does hold some truth to it, however.
I am a fey, but not just any fey, I am an Archfey. While I do hate the title of ‘Archfey’, it comes with the power I hold.
My true name means ‘Nightmare’ or ‘Dark Dreams’ in my native tongue. A little on the nose I believe but it’s the one I was given when my father conceived me. Yes, I was born from a male… Sheesh, it’s like all mortals think you only come from a female.
Anyways, the full title I hold is ‘The Archfey of Dreams and Nightmares’. I was born and bred for that title. I held power over all dreams and nightmares of the living. However, I was ugly.
The fey rather like things that are beautiful. Trinkets, mortals, etcetera and such. I was not beautiful; I was a goat-headed creature with a man’s body that crawled from the decaying womb of my life-giver, bleating, and covered in visceral juices. My fur was as black as soot and my eyes glowed like topazes. My hands were adorned with razor sharp claws that I used to open the flesh of my father to crawl out into the sunlight.
Needless to say, the others thought I was a lesser creature than them.
Except for one.
The woman I was talking to earlier was Yuri Morichine, but she simply goes by Yuri. She is ugly too, but on the inside. Once a mortal woman, then swept away by the Fey Queen, Tatiana. She was supposed to be a princess of sorts, but fey deals always tend to be worse for the receiver than the deal maker.
She was turned into a blood-sucking parasite that couldn’t survive unless she followed Tatiana like a dog to the end of time.
We are all very independent creatures, so you can imagine how Yuri took that. Unfortunately, Yuri knows better than to pick a suicidal option to leave the queen outright. Fey love plotting behind each other’s backs, I never understood why, but that’s what Yuri did.
She has a love interest of sorts, an Eldrian named Zenix. He was once under the Summer Queen but left for some reason, it isn’t my place to say, but those two are plotting something against her.
I rather not get involved in it; she knows where my children are.
Have you met my children?
Most likely not, I keep them hidden from those who would want to hurt them. They are ugly, like me.
While they are not my own flesh and blood children, though one day I think I would like a flesh and blood child of my own, they do mean the world to me, and I would gladly give my life if it meant they would never be hunted again.
My children are creatures who have fallen through the cracks of society. Those whose external or internal being does not align with society and its rules. They also tend to be creatures that people find ugly or disgusting, like manticores and chimeras. I had a deep dragon wyrmling as a child once, but she decided the material realm was not for her.
I try to teach my children well. How to love one another, how to build up confidence in yourself, and how to treat people how you would like to be treated.
Sometimes lessons have to be learned the hard way, after all, when you're considered an outcast by society, they tend to send garbage men to clean up the mess.
Paladins in shining armor that reflect their glinting swords and holy symbols. They love to hunt my children as if they are sport. They hang them, gut them, and mock their bodies as if they are nothing but deer.
I would say they are pigs, but I rather like pigs. Very cute and cuddly.
Every time they kill my children, it feels as if there is a piece that is taken from my own body. Its empty feelings, it makes me want to throw up. I want to rip their heads off, render their bodies into useless piles of flesh. I would never eat them; they don’t deserve that kind of honor to be made part of something.
No… I can’t harm them. That would be rude. I have to meet on their terms. Be civilized, that’s the only way my children will be accepted.
Anyways, back to the boring story.
I was about to make another snide comment to her, feeling much better at this outlandish party now that I was able to freely joke with a friend, but I saw her gaze had caught something.
A pair of men walked through the party, very much opposites of each other. Instantly I knew the faces.
Detective, not that he really was a detective, Nash Finch, and Doctor Victor Hart.
Just when I thought this party couldn’t get any worse.
I was about to wonder why they were here then I remembered that Mr. Hart had elven blood on his side despite lacking any sort of grace we held. I think I was more upset to see Mr. Finch here, the man irked me something fierce. His confidence, his smugness, his pencil mustache. It just was so annoying. He was a con man, unlike his friend, he made money on taking cases of missing people or items from those who truly needed help only to not have any results and only take their money instead.
Victor Hart was another story. The flighty alchemist was a decent man, he was well-studied in biochemistry, and I would often write to him to get advice on how to heal some of the sicker of my children.
I was about to turn away, but Finch noticed us first, a bright, disgusting, shit-eating grin on his face. He turned to us and strode over.
“Yuri! Donn! Lovely party friends! Glad to see your faces in this crowd.” he said, faking a polite tone. Victor stood beside him; eyes downcast on the floor.
I was about to say something that I most likely would’ve regretted but Yuri answered first. “Good to see you as well Nash, how are you?” she asked, her tone sincerely polite. I almost envied the way she could pretend to be polite and actually make it sound so.
“I am very much well!” he smiled again, and I restrained myself, again, from trying to scalp the man “The business is well, money rolling in with every client.”
“You mean the people who are looking for their loved ones?” I murmured into the rim of my glass.
Nash turned his head, smile faltering. “What was that?”
“He was saying how he was happy for you.” Victor spoke up, apparently done with being quiet. “Nash, I would like to get something to drink, please accompany me.” He said and dragged the man elsewhere by his arm.
Nash shot another smile over his shoulder at us, this one more forced.
Yuri waited till he was gone and huffed, folding her arms. “I wish somedays he could be taken down, just a peg.”
I laughed and tilted my head “Me and you both.”
She smirked and let her gaze fall over the party, scanning the room. She suddenly smiled like a little girl as her gaze met someone else’s. And just like that, I was alone again. She had run off to meet up with her love, Zenix, who had just arrived.
I stood there, the uncomfortable feeling of awkwardness filling my very being. I sighed and knocked back the rest of my drink, making my way through the party and over to the little slice of sanctuary known as an empty balcony.
I took a breath, letting my lungs fill with the cold air of the outside. My mind began to recuperate as I enjoyed the quiet stillness of this little slice of peace from the party. But, of course, my peace was short as I heard the doors to the balcony open and a pair of footsteps filling in the silence.
“Donn?” A voice that I can only describe as ‘old, polished wood floors’ asked me.
I turned and was met with a kind face.
Between you and me, I fear gods. They are just as flighty as fey but have more of a will to cause harm to those who displease them.
But, this one, he was kind to everyone.
“Hello Krist.” I spoke gently, lowering my head a little in respect. While he asked for none and allowed everyone he met to choose how they would act for him, I respected him because he allowed me to lay my feelings out about everything before him and offer the best counsel he could.
He smiled warmly, leaning on his cane. He was mortal, like you and me, but he couldn't be killed by old age. He stopped aging somewhere around 80. Now, while he couldn't be killed by age, he could be by everything else. He has lived for years, but it amazes me how he would be willing to live this long. All the horrors he has seen from his life, from the past. But he kept on, well… keeping on.
“How are you Donn? I would say it would be surprising to see you out here, but you’ve always been one to hide from the noise and bustle of everything.” He asked.
I paused, taken aback. He did know me well, didn't he? “I am okay,” I said, trying to find the best words to acknowledge how I felt.
“That doesn't make me think you are okay.” He chuckled lightly. I rolled my eyes at that.
“I am trying to be ‘okay’, okay?” I said, my tone taking on a sharper edge unconsciously.
He tilted his head to peer at me from behind spectacles, his forest-green eyes watching me like a hawk. I had to fight the urge to cover my face in shame now, it was rude to speak to him that way.
“You sound sad.” That was all he said to me and sighed, concerned. “How many of them were slaughtered this year?”
Once again, I was taken aback. I stood up a bit straighter, hands gripping the ornate railing.
“Too many,” I said, my tone betraying my tired mind. I rubbed the bridge of my snout and chuckled “Too bloody many.”
He nodded and laid a wrinkled hand, a hand that had seen many things, on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, my friend. I’m sorry this has happened to you.”
It now fought the urge to let tears fall down my furry cheeks. It sniffed and brushed his hand off, I had to be strong. “Your condolences are noted but there is nothing we can do..” I spoke, my voice trembling.
“Because we follow laws.” He finished my sentence. “It is admirable that you don’t want to hurt the parties involved but nothing can be done unless you commit to action.”
I sighed and tilted my head “I prefer to work from the shadows, after all, that's all I am it seems.”
*It's more about Donn but I'll try and find the stuff about Yuri*
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 this as well from her page: *
Yuri, once an elfen child born to parents in the silent town of Olguard, was stolen in her sleep by the Queen of Summer, Tatiana. She was replaced with a lookalike feywild child.
Tatiana bred her into the role of the Queen of Seasons, a puppet queen so the Summer Queen wouldn't have to get her hands dirty. To ensure that Yuri would stay in place, she made her hungry for the blood. She promised Yuri the substances that kept her alive only if she stayed by her side or she would be seen as a monster by anyone and everyone. Yuri agreed and Tatiana turned her new child into a killing machine, a battleaxe-wielding soldier who would slice down the Summer Queen's enemies whenever she wanted.
Yuri did not learn of this horribleness till she was 1,000 years old age. She learned from her beloved, Zenix, an elfen traitor to the queen whom Yuri had fallen for. She lashed out at the Queen but Tatiana easily subdued her. She planted falsities in Yuri's mind that she was all she had and that her parents did not want such a horrible child. Yuri once again fell for it and remained by the Queen's side.
She grew brutal and angry, her softer form slowly turning into a sharper self like needles. Her light green color traded for the colors of blood and the night. She was dubbed the Queen of Seasons because of how rapidly her mood changed. She grew violent and began to torture anyone and everyone who incurred her wrath.
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
*it's a lot of that -"
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've managed to find a ringtone that will tell everyone who hears how much of a nerd I am.*
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
*what is it? my ringtone is the The Garfield Show theme*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*(Smashes phone)*
*Do the Garfield and Friends one next time.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Well I mean obviously Garfield and Friends has the superior theme song, but the The Garfield Show OP works better as a ringtone. It’s louder, more repetitive, and easier to download because I’m having a hard time actually finding episodes of G&F*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*absolute peak*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*soooo, anyone wanna rp?*
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 slaps the top of her head again “Then you shouldn’t be acting like you’re 9 years old.”
*For Super Earth! We are the Helldivers!*
From the sky something begins to fall, at first most in town would just assume it’s a meteor or something of the like considering how often that happens in this strange town, but as it gets closer they can see it’s not shaped like one. It collides with the ground, surprisingly softly, and what comes out is not what you would expect. It is a pod, and within is a man in armor no one has seen before, a strange weapon on his waist resembling a pistol, but far more advanced. He is wearing pitch black clothes, armor seemingly built into it, a badge on his chest.
(Not gonna lie, being busy sucks.)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
*I am tired of my Gourmet Hunter. His Gourmet power level is too high.*
*I shall bring in my soft boi as recompense.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels