*Hey Salem. I made, as you would likely put it, a boar milf. She's the Gourmet Spirit of Frying, and is one of the beings that Felix prays to.*
*I need in on this. is she straight?*
*Sorry, tech issues. I imagine she's straight, or at most bi.*
*mmm.... so... who should throw themselves at her? A short lil shark-cat goober (m), a medium height wolf/fox goober (f) or a predatorial, slightly submissive blood thirsty artic fox? (m)
*Not my place to decide, but throwing themselves at a Kami who was turned into a boar specifically for her infidelity and lack of care for her family might not end well. Over her centuries of torment, she's developed a bit of a dim view of instantly falling in love with people.*
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
He look exasperated “It was nothing serious! We just-“ he realizes what he’s doing “How much did he tell you?”
"that you almost married her. I'm starting to think you have a thing for interspecies type stuff.. which, I dont mind... but, I just wish I knew about her from you, not him"
“I was going to tell you. It’s not like our wedding day is tomorrow. I’m going to kill that [gp] the next time I see him.” He says, a fireball appearing in his hand “You don’t have the full context anyway, I saved her life, she wouldn’t let it go, I was a dumber man then.”
She grabs his hand with her paw and closes it, trying to kill the fireball. "Okay, I understand now.. so, you just have a hard time saying no, huh? I'll remember that for later~"
He lets her, not really having the motivation to kill the friend that may have just saved his life “She thought that because I was from the surface and saved her life I was part of some fated romance. Luckily I didn’t go through with it, I would have been eaten on the wedding day, and not in the fun way~”
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
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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.
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
*Hey Salem. I made, as you would likely put it, a boar milf. She's the Gourmet Spirit of Frying, and is one of the beings that Felix prays to.*
*I need in on this. is she straight?*
*Sorry, tech issues. I imagine she's straight, or at most bi.*
*mmm.... so... who should throw themselves at her? A short lil shark-cat goober (m), a medium height wolf/fox goober (f) or a predatorial, slightly submissive blood thirsty artic fox? (m)
*Not my place to decide, but throwing themselves at a Kami who was turned into a boar specifically for her infidelity and lack of care for her family might not end well. Over her centuries of torment, she's developed a bit of a dim view of instantly falling in love with people.*
*I was asking more preference, and I meant like metaphorically. sorry*
*Sorry for not understanding your metaphor. Hmmm... I don't have a preference, really. Just pick whichever one might have an interesting interaction with the literal (if very, very minor) God of corndogs and potstickers and donuts and all that stuff.*
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
Perception: 21
Stealth: 13
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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.
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
Perception: 21
Stealth: 27
He doesn't seem to notice the Larry just yet
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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
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*Not my place to decide, but throwing themselves at a Kami who was turned into a boar specifically for her infidelity and lack of care for her family might not end well. Over her centuries of torment, she's developed a bit of a dim view of instantly falling in love with people.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*💀💀💀💀💀💀 You have to stop*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Bro that’s legit insane. But….*
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
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
*JESTER NO*
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 lets her, not really having the motivation to kill the friend that may have just saved his life “She thought that because I was from the surface and saved her life I was part of some fated romance. Luckily I didn’t go through with it, I would have been eaten on the wedding day, and not in the fun way~”
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Perception: 19
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
*Sorry for not understanding your metaphor. Hmmm... I don't have a preference, really. Just pick whichever one might have an interesting interaction with the literal (if very, very minor) God of corndogs and potstickers and donuts and all that stuff.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING YET*
*I didn’t get to pick, you just gave me one!*
*BASICALLY NOTHING YOU SAY IN THIS SCENARIO CAN BE GOOD*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Stealth: 13
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Fine, I won’t say anything, but…*
He doesn't seem to notice the Larry just yet
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