"Once again, the bright mind of my god-cursed puppy." She jokes, trying to remain nonchalant about the situation.
He laughs and shakes his head “Mistakes were made.” He begins to head upstairs, getting a change of clothes back to looking casual and loose, smelling like sweet fruit.
"Mmmhmm" She chuckles, leaning into the bar as he walks off. When he returns, she is nowhere to be seen, and a pile of clothes is left on the ground. For a fact, they belong to Saphuno, but they aren't the ones she was wearing half an hour before
He picks up the clothes and goes to Saphuno’s room to put them there and go look for her. He opens her door, and puts the clothes down, muttering to himself.
When in fact, she was hiding behind the door. She dashes out from behind it and jumps in front of him, snickering
He jumps slightly from the surprise, but instead of back directly onto her, causing them both to land on the ground, him on top of her “Ah.”
"Mmm, you're less skittish than I thought.." She chuckles and rubs her paws up and down his back
He chuckles back “I just got this clothes on, can we enjoy the rest of the day please?” He says wiggling his brows before laughing and getting up.
"Oh, please, like I was going to do something like that."
“Oh because bunnies are known for being prudes. Get real.” He says with a wide grin.
She stands up and scoffs, knowing he's right. She puts her paws on her hips and tilts her head "Okay, maaaaybe..but.. not right there on the kitchen floor, I'm not that freaky.."
He smiles widely “I am.” He then turns to pick up the stuff he dropped before an angel looking Aasimar holding a golden beating heart rushes in.
Strolling softly up to the Lord’s Rest Inn is a cat. A pure black cat with bright blue eyes, long whiskers, and pink toes. The cat has donned a cat-sized pointed wizard’s hat adorned with a star pattern. Aside from the hat, the feline appears to be nothing out of the ordinary. His tail flicks and his eyes dart around as he approaches the tavern.
He sees a lean, muscular human wearing an orange turtleneck sweater, glasses, and a black leather duster and pants... eating a small mountain of bones. They're clearly from cooked animals, and he is notably going through them like candy, chowing down as if they were no tougher than bread.
The cat sniffs the air, intrigued by the smell of cooked marrow. He identifies the source and approaches the man. The cat’s mouth opens, but instead of meowing or something of the sort, he speaks. His voice is that of a middle aged man with a deep voice and a heavy, posh English accent. “My, something smells just delightful over here. Might you save a small portion for a hungry cat?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Strolling softly up to the Lord’s Rest Inn is a cat. A pure black cat with bright blue eyes, long whiskers, and pink toes. The cat has donned a cat-sized pointed wizard’s hat adorned with a star pattern. Aside from the hat, the feline appears to be nothing out of the ordinary. His tail flicks and his eyes dart around as he approaches the tavern.
Reese, her curiosity piqued, stalks the small one from afar.
The cat seems to either sense or smell Reese, but can’t locate her exactly, so he instead sits down and starts licking his paw.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Strolling softly up to the Lord’s Rest Inn is a cat. A pure black cat with bright blue eyes, long whiskers, and pink toes. The cat has donned a cat-sized pointed wizard’s hat adorned with a star pattern. Aside from the hat, the feline appears to be nothing out of the ordinary. His tail flicks and his eyes dart around as he approaches the tavern.
He sees a lean, muscular human wearing an orange turtleneck sweater, glasses, and a black leather duster and pants... eating a small mountain of bones. They're clearly from cooked animals, and he is notably going through them like candy, chowing down as if they were no tougher than bread.
The cat sniffs the air, intrigued by the smell of cooked marrow. He identifies the source and approaches the man. The cat’s mouth opens, but instead of meowing or something of the sort, he speaks. His voice is that of a middle aged man with a deep voice and a heavy, posh English accent. “My, something smells just delightful over here. Might you save a small portion for a hungry cat?”
The man chuckles and stops his ravenous eating as if it were just a casual meal, turning around. "Of course. I animated some of these bones to bring me more food, but I'm just snacking on them in the meantime. What would you like? They're bringing beef, corn, fish, pork, chicken, rats, weeds, barren soil, broken glass, fireplace ashes with embers, rusty nails... well, a lot of things. I assume you want meat?"
He closes his eyes. "Eggs. Butter. Corn. Oil and Sugar from the pantry." He thinks for a moment. "Cornbread. I haven't made cornbread in forever. But I feel like... it should be done. And of course, we need a main, don't we? Either... no, forget stew, I'm getting chicken fried steak. Never had those together before... hmmm... I can't tell what type of meat we have, so it's probably beef that's calling me. Macaroni and cheese for the side with... I've never had it with that type of cheese..." he starts to move, eyes still closed. He places his chef's hat back on his head as he begins to cook, muttering to the foods as he hears them speak.
"Yes, yes, that's perfect! Let the meal call out to you instead of you wrangling it" She says with pure excitement as she watches him cook
He works with astounding speed, as usual. He makes three portions of each Southern menu item and sets them out on the table. Cook's Utensils: 72
Strolling softly up to the Lord’s Rest Inn is a cat. A pure black cat with bright blue eyes, long whiskers, and pink toes. The cat has donned a cat-sized pointed wizard’s hat adorned with a star pattern. Aside from the hat, the feline appears to be nothing out of the ordinary. His tail flicks and his eyes dart around as he approaches the tavern.
He sees a lean, muscular human wearing an orange turtleneck sweater, glasses, and a black leather duster and pants... eating a small mountain of bones. They're clearly from cooked animals, and he is notably going through them like candy, chowing down as if they were no tougher than bread.
The cat sniffs the air, intrigued by the smell of cooked marrow. He identifies the source and approaches the man. The cat’s mouth opens, but instead of meowing or something of the sort, he speaks. His voice is that of a middle aged man with a deep voice and a heavy, posh English accent. “My, something smells just delightful over here. Might you save a small portion for a hungry cat?”
The man chuckles and stops his ravenous eating as if it were just a casual meal, turning around. "Of course. I animated some of these bones to bring me more food, but I'm just snacking on them in the meantime. What would you like? They're bringing beef, corn, fish, pork, chicken, rats, weeds, barren soil, broken glass, fireplace ashes with embers, rusty nails... well, a lot of things. I assume you want meat?"
“You would assume correct. Preferably chicken.” He uses his mouth to pick a small bone out of the pile and crunches down onto it.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Strolling softly up to the Lord’s Rest Inn is a cat. A pure black cat with bright blue eyes, long whiskers, and pink toes. The cat has donned a cat-sized pointed wizard’s hat adorned with a star pattern. Aside from the hat, the feline appears to be nothing out of the ordinary. His tail flicks and his eyes dart around as he approaches the tavern.
Reese, her curiosity piqued, stalks the small one from afar.
The cat seems to either sense or smell Reese, but can’t locate her exactly, so he instead sits down and starts licking his paw.
Whether or not he is food or friend, she is unsure, so she approaches with caution, but in a position where she is poised to pounce if need be.
(Can I have a desc btw?)
The cat looks up from his paw and sees her, noticing her caution. “I am not hostile.” He says in a deep voice with a heavy posh English accent.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
The man chuckles and stops his ravenous eating as if it were just a casual meal, turning around. "Of course. I animated some of these bones to bring me more food, but I'm just snacking on them in the meantime. What would you like? They're bringing beef, corn, fish, pork, chicken, rats, weeds, barren soil, broken glass, fireplace ashes with embers, rusty nails... well, a lot of things. I assume you want meat?"
“You would assume correct. Preferably chicken.” He uses his mouth to pick a small bone out of the pile and crunches down onto it.
"Then chicken you will have. My minions tend to find them with ease, so you can have an entire one to yourself to start with. In case you're still hungry afterward, I'll save my chicken for last." They see skeletons made of patchwork gristle and bone walking up a nearby hill, carrying plates and plates of food. "I wonder how they decided to prepare it this time. Fried? Roasted? Pickled? Oh, let's be honest, it's going to be roasted." They begin to set the dishes down, putting an entire chicken, plucked and cooked whole, in front of the cat. "Oh, I should ask, what is your name? Mine is Dyscarist." He bites a roast boar's head in half.
He works with astounding speed, as usual. He makes three portions of each Southern menu item and sets them out on the table. Cook's Utensils: 57
"브라비시모! 아주 잘했어요!" She says as she looks at the plating, very elegant. *translation: Bravissimo! Very well done* "See what happens when you let it come to you?"
He finally opens his eyes. "I can hear their voices. Feel their feelings. Everything wants to be eaten, it just needs to be at the right time and prepared in the right way."
The man chuckles and stops his ravenous eating as if it were just a casual meal, turning around. "Of course. I animated some of these bones to bring me more food, but I'm just snacking on them in the meantime. What would you like? They're bringing beef, corn, fish, pork, chicken, rats, weeds, barren soil, broken glass, fireplace ashes with embers, rusty nails... well, a lot of things. I assume you want meat?"
“You would assume correct. Preferably chicken.” He uses his mouth to pick a small bone out of the pile and crunches down onto it.
"Then chicken you will have. My minions tend to find them with ease, so you can have an entire one to yourself to start with. In case you're still hungry afterward, I'll save my chicken for last." They see skeletons made of patchwork gristle and bone walking up a nearby hill, carrying plates and plates of food. "I wonder how they decided to prepare it this time. Fried? Roasted? Pickled? Oh, let's be honest, it's going to be roasted." They begin to set the dishes down, putting an entire chicken, plucked and cooked whole, in front of the cat. "Oh, I should ask, what is your name? Mine is Dyscarist." He bites a roast boar's head in half.
The cat takes a bite of chicken and nods in approval of the meal. “I go by many names. Scruffle, Whiskers, Mittens, Chippy. I prefer Sir William, though. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Strolling softly up to the Lord’s Rest Inn is a cat. A pure black cat with bright blue eyes, long whiskers, and pink toes. The cat has donned a cat-sized pointed wizard’s hat adorned with a star pattern. Aside from the hat, the feline appears to be nothing out of the ordinary. His tail flicks and his eyes dart around as he approaches the tavern.
Reese, her curiosity piqued, stalks the small one from afar.
The cat seems to either sense or smell Reese, but can’t locate her exactly, so he instead sits down and starts licking his paw.
Whether or not he is food or friend, she is unsure, so she approaches with caution, but in a position where she is poised to pounce if need be.
(Can I have a desc btw?)
The cat looks up from his paw and sees her, noticing her caution. “I am not hostile.” He says in a deep voice with a heavy posh English accent.
(5'7", anthro, digitigrade wolf/fox hybrid [very pointy ears]. Dark brown, almost black, fur with peanut butter brown markings, located on the inside of her ears, around her muzzle, and hinds. Piercing purple eyes, Wears classic warrior gear, a small potions bag.)
"Ahh, okay..So, you aren't food.. But, hows a little kitty talking?"
The cat sighs and quietly mutters “Kanines…”
He then addresses Reese. “I am a magical little kitty, who used to be a regular man a long time ago.” He says it slowly and dumbed down, as if talking to a child.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
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*I will, do you want to deal with any of my characters?*
He smiles widely “I am.” He then turns to pick up the stuff he dropped before an angel looking Aasimar holding a golden beating heart rushes in.
The cat sniffs the air, intrigued by the smell of cooked marrow. He identifies the source and approaches the man. The cat’s mouth opens, but instead of meowing or something of the sort, he speaks. His voice is that of a middle aged man with a deep voice and a heavy, posh English accent. “My, something smells just delightful over here. Might you save a small portion for a hungry cat?”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
The cat seems to either sense or smell Reese, but can’t locate her exactly, so he instead sits down and starts licking his paw.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
The man chuckles and stops his ravenous eating as if it were just a casual meal, turning around. "Of course. I animated some of these bones to bring me more food, but I'm just snacking on them in the meantime. What would you like? They're bringing beef, corn, fish, pork, chicken, rats, weeds, barren soil, broken glass, fireplace ashes with embers, rusty nails... well, a lot of things. I assume you want meat?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He works with astounding speed, as usual. He makes three portions of each Southern menu item and sets them out on the table.
Cook's Utensils: 72
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“You would assume correct. Preferably chicken.” He uses his mouth to pick a small bone out of the pile and crunches down onto it.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
(Can I have a desc btw?)
The cat looks up from his paw and sees her, noticing her caution. “I am not hostile.” He says in a deep voice with a heavy posh English accent.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"Then chicken you will have. My minions tend to find them with ease, so you can have an entire one to yourself to start with. In case you're still hungry afterward, I'll save my chicken for last." They see skeletons made of patchwork gristle and bone walking up a nearby hill, carrying plates and plates of food. "I wonder how they decided to prepare it this time. Fried? Roasted? Pickled? Oh, let's be honest, it's going to be roasted." They begin to set the dishes down, putting an entire chicken, plucked and cooked whole, in front of the cat. "Oh, I should ask, what is your name? Mine is Dyscarist." He bites a roast boar's head in half.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He finally opens his eyes. "I can hear their voices. Feel their feelings. Everything wants to be eaten, it just needs to be at the right time and prepared in the right way."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The cat takes a bite of chicken and nods in approval of the meal. “I go by many names. Scruffle, Whiskers, Mittens, Chippy. I prefer Sir William, though. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
The cat sighs and quietly mutters “Kanines…”
He then addresses Reese. “I am a magical little kitty, who used to be a regular man a long time ago.” He says it slowly and dumbed down, as if talking to a child.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES