A young girl with coppery skin and a thick, fluffy mane of auburn hair poorly half-tucked into a wool cap is playing outside. She wears large puffy gloves and shoes.
Saphuno, who had been sitting on a bench outside, realizes the girl is playing nearby, so she quickly extinguishes her cigarette, flushing.
the girl doesn't seem to be affected by the smoke, continuing to slay fake bad guys with a stick
"You enjoying yourself?" She says with a calming tone and a warm smile on her face. She rests her paws in her lap.
*what does the look like?* "Yes, ma'am!" she politely replies
*6ft lavender anthro herangon momma. plus sized*
"That's good, dear. be safe."
She gives a snaggletoothed smile and continues, swinging with vigor
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The Creaking has limped its way closer to the inn, staring with its permanent blank expression.
Ternikus is in the woods cutting down every tree he can in a murderous rage, yelling, “THAT POMPOUS, DEMONIC PRICK!!!”
Sylvan is helping in the kitchen during rush hour, the 7 divine pups acting as waiters, with varying levels of productivity.
Cerberus is helping Fey and wildlife who lived in the forest before it turned pale settle down in the inn for the fall.
In the inn, you can hear someone talking about a beast that has healing blood
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He chuckles. "I assume I need not introduce myself, but I notice none of you have either asked me to or offered to introduce yourselves. Let's be civil, friends! I am Boris Oraq, the Dyscharist, Prince of the Demon Pit and CEO of Third Seal."
"Oh, um.. we do not have names." They said "We are simple 'Soul Ranchers' " it explains.
"...So you are constructs?" He laughs. "Oh, thank goodness! I was worried that I was dealing with mortals. That would be troubling indeed!" He slaps one of the Soul Ranchers on the shoulder.
"I agree. my turn to be pillow!" She says while unhooking the leash and dashing to the recliner, stripping the rest of her armor as she walks, now in her comfy underclothes (shirt and pants) as she sits down, sighing.
Marcy hums, looking around her room, "This tavern is odd is it not? Seemingly endless space"
"I never thought about that.."
"Do you think theres an end to it?" she smiles, "Or maybe it's a bunch of seperate demi planes that only open when you have the key"
He chuckles. "I assume I need not introduce myself, but I notice none of you have either asked me to or offered to introduce yourselves. Let's be civil, friends! I am Boris Oraq, the Dyscharist, Prince of the Demon Pit and CEO of Third Seal."
"Oh, um.. we do not have names." They said "We are simple 'Soul Ranchers' " it explains.
"...So you are constructs?" He laughs. "Oh, thank goodness! I was worried that I was dealing with mortals. That would be troubling indeed!" He slaps one of the Soul Ranchers on the shoulder.
It jumps a bit when hit, blinking behind the mask "We are, we suppose." It says and nods.
"...So you are constructs?" He laughs. "Oh, thank goodness! I was worried that I was dealing with mortals. That would be troubling indeed!" He slaps one of the Soul Ranchers on the shoulder.
It jumps a bit when hit, blinking behind the mask "We are, we suppose." It says and nods.
"So, I have a little question, if you'll hear me out... see, you know how I said dealing with souls is my job? Well, I was fairly elected by millions of spirits to help lost souls, living and dead. While I appreciate your efforts, I do need to ask you to either share information with me, or, since I am unable to file a cease and desist against a group so secretive... well, I'd have to start looking, and when I start looking, I start finding."
The Creaking has limped its way closer to the inn, staring with its permanent blank expression.
Ternikus is in the woods cutting down every tree he can in a murderous rage, yelling, “THAT POMPOUS, DEMONIC PRICK!!!”
Sylvan is helping in the kitchen during rush hour, the 7 divine pups acting as waiters, with varying levels of productivity.
Cerberus is helping Fey and wildlife who lived in the forest before it turned pale settle down in the inn for the fall.
In the inn, you can hear someone talking about a beast that has healing blood
One of the divine pups walks over and listens closer, their fur pure black with green false eyes.
"Ahv' heard there's this hunter fellow who's known for sellin' the creatures' manes. Real stoic type, that one is. Wonder if I could buy the blood off 'im" a patron speaks too loudly into his sending stone
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The Creaking has limped its way closer to the inn, staring with its permanent blank expression.
Ternikus is in the woods cutting down every tree he can in a murderous rage, yelling, “THAT POMPOUS, DEMONIC PRICK!!!”
Sylvan is helping in the kitchen during rush hour, the 7 divine pups acting as waiters, with varying levels of productivity.
Cerberus is helping Fey and wildlife who lived in the forest before it turned pale settle down in the inn for the fall.
In the inn, you can hear someone talking about a beast that has healing blood
One of the divine pups walks over and listens closer, their fur pure black with green false eyes.
"Ahv' heard there's this hunter fellow who's known for sellin' the creatures' manes. Real stoic type, that one is. Wonder if I could buy the blood off 'im" a patron speaks too loudly into his sending stone
Fenrir tilts his head and gets closer. “Where is he?”
"...So you are constructs?" He laughs. "Oh, thank goodness! I was worried that I was dealing with mortals. That would be troubling indeed!" He slaps one of the Soul Ranchers on the shoulder.
It jumps a bit when hit, blinking behind the mask "We are, we suppose." It says and nods.
"So, I have a little question, if you'll hear me out... see, you know how I said dealing with souls is my job? Well, I was fairly elected by millions of spirits to help lost souls, living and dead. While I appreciate your efforts, I do need to ask you to either share information with me, or, since I am unable to file a cease and desist against a group so secretive... well, I'd have to start looking, and when I start looking, I start finding."
They stare at him and unanimously shake their head "We wish we could but... We cannot. We are very sorry once again." They said, looking down, appearing ashamed like they disobeyed the police.
"Hm... Everything has to live I suppose."
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
She gives a snaggletoothed smile and continues, swinging with vigor
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I’m open.*
The Creaking has limped its way closer to the inn, staring with its permanent blank expression.
Ternikus is in the woods cutting down every tree he can in a murderous rage, yelling, “THAT POMPOUS, DEMONIC PRICK!!!”
Sylvan is helping in the kitchen during rush hour, the 7 divine pups acting as waiters, with varying levels of productivity.
Cerberus is helping Fey and wildlife who lived in the forest before it turned pale settle down in the inn for the fall.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Stroth watches Cerberus, chuckling slightly
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
In the inn, you can hear someone talking about a beast that has healing blood
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Do you think theres an end to it?" she smiles, "Or maybe it's a bunch of seperate demi planes that only open when you have the key"
It jumps a bit when hit, blinking behind the mask "We are, we suppose." It says and nods.
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
"Indeed" he smiles, "Tho i doubt people see it that way when they're the prey"
He doesn’t notice, but a Blink Dog wearing a collar that he is currently petting lightly growls at them.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Mn, I guess." He shrugs, snatching the cigarette back.
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
One of the divine pups walks over and listens closer, their fur pure black with green false eyes.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Stroth grins, the grin stretching wide and with to many teeth. (The blink dog is going to need to make a WIS save)
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
"So, I have a little question, if you'll hear me out... see, you know how I said dealing with souls is my job? Well, I was fairly elected by millions of spirits to help lost souls, living and dead. While I appreciate your efforts, I do need to ask you to either share information with me, or, since I am unable to file a cease and desist against a group so secretive... well, I'd have to start looking, and when I start looking, I start finding."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Tycho looks over, "I told ya, smokings not good." He says making a small flame on the tip of his finger
"Ahv' heard there's this hunter fellow who's known for sellin' the creatures' manes. Real stoic type, that one is. Wonder if I could buy the blood off 'im" a patron speaks too loudly into his sending stone
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Fenrir tilts his head and gets closer. “Where is he?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
They stare at him and unanimously shake their head "We wish we could but... We cannot. We are very sorry once again." They said, looking down, appearing ashamed like they disobeyed the police.
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
The dog is suddenly frightened as it sees a demonic beast watching it
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