"C'mon, show us!" "What's in the hole?" "It can't be that bad!" "We won't tell anyone!" All the voices then speak in unison: "We promise!" followed by an assortment of mischievous giggles.
"We could just unbury it ourselves..." says one. "No! We have to get permission first. Bossman says." "But he's not here, is he?" More giggles. "We can meddle with the boy all we want!"
Shadowy, smoky spirits lurk in the woods around him, their golden eyes gleaming with curiosity.
the tiefling lets out a small hiss, "Mind your own business."
"But we don't have any!" "C'mon, just a peek!" "No one will ever know!" "It can't be that bad!" "C'mooooon, the boss is coming! We don't have time to mess with this guy!" "Shut up! You want to see too!"
'It's just trash." he growls, "Nothing fun." he makes a shooing motion towards the voices
"Trash?" "What kind of trash?" "Human trash?" "Bottlecaps?" "Milk cartons?" "Ooh, I love the ones with the missing posters!" "You just love drawing mustaches on them!" "He's coming! Dear gosh, can't you hear his footsteps in the wind?!"
"C'mon, show us!" "What's in the hole?" "It can't be that bad!" "We won't tell anyone!" All the voices then speak in unison: "We promise!" followed by an assortment of mischievous giggles.
"We could just unbury it ourselves..." says one. "No! We have to get permission first. Bossman says." "But he's not here, is he?" More giggles. "We can meddle with the boy all we want!"
Shadowy, smoky spirits lurk in the woods around him, their golden eyes gleaming with curiosity.
the tiefling lets out a small hiss, "Mind your own business."
"But we don't have any!" "C'mon, just a peek!" "No one will ever know!" "It can't be that bad!" "C'mooooon, the boss is coming! We don't have time to mess with this guy!" "Shut up! You want to see too!"
'It's just trash." he growls, "Nothing fun." he makes a shooing motion towards the voices
"Trash?" "What kind of trash?" "Human trash?" "Bottlecaps?" "Milk cartons?" "Ooh, I love the ones with the missing posters!" "You just love drawing mustaches on them!" "He's coming! Dear gosh, can't you hear his footsteps in the wind?!"
"The kind i'm burying." he sighs, pushing more dirt into the hole
"C'mon, show us!" "What's in the hole?" "It can't be that bad!" "We won't tell anyone!" All the voices then speak in unison: "We promise!" followed by an assortment of mischievous giggles.
"We could just unbury it ourselves..." says one. "No! We have to get permission first. Bossman says." "But he's not here, is he?" More giggles. "We can meddle with the boy all we want!"
Shadowy, smoky spirits lurk in the woods around him, their golden eyes gleaming with curiosity.
the tiefling lets out a small hiss, "Mind your own business."
"But we don't have any!" "C'mon, just a peek!" "No one will ever know!" "It can't be that bad!" "C'mooooon, the boss is coming! We don't have time to mess with this guy!" "Shut up! You want to see too!"
'It's just trash." he growls, "Nothing fun." he makes a shooing motion towards the voices
"Trash?" "What kind of trash?" "Human trash?" "Bottlecaps?" "Milk cartons?" "Ooh, I love the ones with the missing posters!" "You just love drawing mustaches on them!" "He's coming! Dear gosh, can't you hear his footsteps in the wind?!"
"The kind i'm burying." he sighs, pushing more dirt into the hole
They start to laugh, and then in unison, "What is it, what is it, what is- ?!" "ENOUGH!" roars a new voice. The spirits all disperse as a pair of golden spirals appear in the dark. "I'm sorry for my minions' behavior. We will leave you alone for now."
"C'mon, show us!" "What's in the hole?" "It can't be that bad!" "We won't tell anyone!" All the voices then speak in unison: "We promise!" followed by an assortment of mischievous giggles.
"We could just unbury it ourselves..." says one. "No! We have to get permission first. Bossman says." "But he's not here, is he?" More giggles. "We can meddle with the boy all we want!"
Shadowy, smoky spirits lurk in the woods around him, their golden eyes gleaming with curiosity.
the tiefling lets out a small hiss, "Mind your own business."
"But we don't have any!" "C'mon, just a peek!" "No one will ever know!" "It can't be that bad!" "C'mooooon, the boss is coming! We don't have time to mess with this guy!" "Shut up! You want to see too!"
'It's just trash." he growls, "Nothing fun." he makes a shooing motion towards the voices
"Trash?" "What kind of trash?" "Human trash?" "Bottlecaps?" "Milk cartons?" "Ooh, I love the ones with the missing posters!" "You just love drawing mustaches on them!" "He's coming! Dear gosh, can't you hear his footsteps in the wind?!"
"The kind i'm burying." he sighs, pushing more dirt into the hole
They start to laugh, and then in unison, "What is it, what is it, what is- ?!" "ENOUGH!" roars a new voice. The spirits all disperse as a pair of golden spirals appear in the dark. "I'm sorry for my minions' behavior. We will leave you alone for now."
The tiefling looks over, his eyes scanning the dark with suspicion, but nods, continueing to bury the 'trash'
"They're my friends" he nods
"Trash?" "What kind of trash?" "Human trash?" "Bottlecaps?" "Milk cartons?" "Ooh, I love the ones with the missing posters!" "You just love drawing mustaches on them!" "He's coming! Dear gosh, can't you hear his footsteps in the wind?!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh..." he says, examining one without picking it up
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Sorry, was a lil busy. I'm good now!)
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
"The kind i'm burying." he sighs, pushing more dirt into the hole
They start to laugh, and then in unison, "What is it, what is it, what is- ?!" "ENOUGH!" roars a new voice. The spirits all disperse as a pair of golden spirals appear in the dark. "I'm sorry for my minions' behavior. We will leave you alone for now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The tiefling looks over, his eyes scanning the dark with suspicion, but nods, continueing to bury the 'trash'
the one that wasn't torn is a wolf, and the one that was is a cat/displacer beast plush
The Knight gently pokes the wolf one, seeing if it will move.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It doesn't move in reaction
Thirteen is writing a dissertation on magidynamic flow between the Positive and Negative Planes.
Mauric is scurrying around, looking for and picking wild herbs.
The Larry is still on their stakeout.
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 pokes it again
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He can see Theren staring at the small creek flowing in his garden
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
georgie watches curiously
He watches this for a little bit, then goes over to his friend. “Everything alright?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*A stranger in a white cloak with purple markings and a sedge shade obscuring his face, is sleeping on a fallen tree, toppled by lightning.*
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
"Does...talk??"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hearthstone is dead..." he whispers.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen is silent for a while. “…how? How could this happen?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"A rouge stone golem caught him by surprise in a village...he...he couldn't defend himself in time..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.