Loriche is forging chain nets with an alloy of silver and the questionable steel she was given.
A clockwork cat walks up to Caramel
She examines it curiously, as does Thirteen.
It nuzzles Thirteen
“Well, what are you doing here?” Thirteen chuckles, while Caramel brushes her tail against the clockwork cat.
It meows at him
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Where the Red Plate had once been, it is now up in flames. Any evidence, burnt to a crisp. Ash fills the air like snow. William seems to be long gone, no evidence of him anywhere. Disappeared like a ghost.
Stroth is asleep in a sofa in the tavern, snoring. She is still dressed in the dress she had been wearing. She wakes herself up with her snoring, blinking groggily.
Scott is having a really bad hallucination, thinking his wife was dead in front of him.
Riotan is sitting next to Stroth, holding a glass of water for her.
Not even bothering to raise her head, she drinks it from his hand. She grumbles, a headache ripping through her skull.
“Feeling any better?” He asks her quietly.
"Noooooooo." She sticks out her only black tongue "I feel as if someone curb stomped my brain."
“Well to be fair, you curb-stomped your brain. But I digress. Can I get you anything?”
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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’m not deprecating myself. I’m just saying you can never predict how someone’ll respond!”
“Oh. That sounds… cool. How does it work?”
“I’m pretty good at predicting things, and if I’m right, I want an apology.” He turns to the tailor and apologizes before leading them both out.
He transforms into his Chainsaw man form, his chainsaw on his head spinning “HaHaHa!”
“Okay. Thank you.” He sighs. “…just wait ‘til I’ve proposed, okay? It would make me feel a lot more comfortable with this whole arrangement. I know he’ll say yes, but if he says no and I’m left with all these plans and possessions with nothing to show for them, it’d be even more soul-crushing.”
“Ah, I see. We’re dealing with entirely separate definitions of devil here. For you, a devil is just a powerful supernatural being that embodies some kind of fear, I presume?”
“Hey don’t worry about it man, there’s no chance he’ll say no.” He mutters something about blowing him up if he does before saying “Even if he does, you’ll have your good friend Damian here to help you. No matter what.”
He continues to cackle before saying “I don’t know that [gp] I am!” He’s obviously incredibly insane.
“Thanks for saying that. And thanks for trying to help so aggressively.”
“…you know what, I’m good. You should just enjoy the power you have. I’m out.” Riotan backs away and exits the shack.
He laughs “It’s what I do man, when no one else does, I’m here to care.” He pats his back and head back to the tavern.
As he leaves he hears the cackling continue. *Love how he noped out of dealing with Denji, it fits so well.*
Where the Red Plate had once been, it is now up in flames. Any evidence, burnt to a crisp. Ash fills the air like snow. William seems to be long gone, no evidence of him anywhere. Disappeared like a ghost.
Stroth is asleep in a sofa in the tavern, snoring. She is still dressed in the dress she had been wearing. She wakes herself up with her snoring, blinking groggily.
Scott is having a really bad hallucination, thinking his wife was dead in front of him.
Riotan is sitting next to Stroth, holding a glass of water for her.
Not even bothering to raise her head, she drinks it from his hand. She grumbles, a headache ripping through her skull.
“Feeling any better?” He asks her quietly.
"Noooooooo." She sticks out her only black tongue "I feel as if someone curb stomped my brain."
“Well to be fair, you curb-stomped your brain. But I digress. Can I get you anything?”
She thinks "Well... Alcohol is a solution." She laughs at her own joke before waving a hand "Like... Eight slices of white bread."
“I’m not deprecating myself. I’m just saying you can never predict how someone’ll respond!”
“Oh. That sounds… cool. How does it work?”
“I’m pretty good at predicting things, and if I’m right, I want an apology.” He turns to the tailor and apologizes before leading them both out.
He transforms into his Chainsaw man form, his chainsaw on his head spinning “HaHaHa!”
“Okay. Thank you.” He sighs. “…just wait ‘til I’ve proposed, okay? It would make me feel a lot more comfortable with this whole arrangement. I know he’ll say yes, but if he says no and I’m left with all these plans and possessions with nothing to show for them, it’d be even more soul-crushing.”
“Ah, I see. We’re dealing with entirely separate definitions of devil here. For you, a devil is just a powerful supernatural being that embodies some kind of fear, I presume?”
“Hey don’t worry about it man, there’s no chance he’ll say no.” He mutters something about blowing him up if he does before saying “Even if he does, you’ll have your good friend Damian here to help you. No matter what.”
He continues to cackle before saying “I don’t know that [gp] I am!” He’s obviously incredibly insane.
“Thanks for saying that. And thanks for trying to help so aggressively.”
“…you know what, I’m good. You should just enjoy the power you have. I’m out.” Riotan backs away and exits the shack.
He laughs “It’s what I do man, when no one else does, I’m here to care.” He pats his back and head back to the tavern.
As he leaves he hears the cackling continue. *Love how he noped out of dealing with Denji, it fits so well.*
Mauric inhales, and heads back to the inn as well.
*even snake Satan doesn’t want to deal with him lmao*
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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.
Where the Red Plate had once been, it is now up in flames. Any evidence, burnt to a crisp. Ash fills the air like snow. William seems to be long gone, no evidence of him anywhere. Disappeared like a ghost.
Stroth is asleep in a sofa in the tavern, snoring. She is still dressed in the dress she had been wearing. She wakes herself up with her snoring, blinking groggily.
Scott is having a really bad hallucination, thinking his wife was dead in front of him.
Riotan is sitting next to Stroth, holding a glass of water for her.
Not even bothering to raise her head, she drinks it from his hand. She grumbles, a headache ripping through her skull.
“Feeling any better?” He asks her quietly.
"Noooooooo." She sticks out her only black tongue "I feel as if someone curb stomped my brain."
“Well to be fair, you curb-stomped your brain. But I digress. Can I get you anything?”
She thinks "Well... Alcohol is a solution." She laughs at her own joke before waving a hand "Like... Eight slices of white bread."
“Got it.” He heads to the bar and brings back the requested breads. “Also, uh… did you need like any first aid or a change of clothes or any other stuff or anything?”
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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.
Loriche is forging chain nets with an alloy of silver and the questionable steel she was given.
A clockwork cat walks up to Caramel
She examines it curiously, as does Thirteen.
It nuzzles Thirteen
“Well, what are you doing here?” Thirteen chuckles, while Caramel brushes her tail against the clockwork cat.
It meows at him
“Can you understand me?”
it shakes its head
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Where the Red Plate had once been, it is now up in flames. Any evidence, burnt to a crisp. Ash fills the air like snow. William seems to be long gone, no evidence of him anywhere. Disappeared like a ghost.
Stroth is asleep in a sofa in the tavern, snoring. She is still dressed in the dress she had been wearing. She wakes herself up with her snoring, blinking groggily.
Scott is having a really bad hallucination, thinking his wife was dead in front of him.
Riotan is sitting next to Stroth, holding a glass of water for her.
Not even bothering to raise her head, she drinks it from his hand. She grumbles, a headache ripping through her skull.
“Feeling any better?” He asks her quietly.
"Noooooooo." She sticks out her only black tongue "I feel as if someone curb stomped my brain."
“Well to be fair, you curb-stomped your brain. But I digress. Can I get you anything?”
She thinks "Well... Alcohol is a solution." She laughs at her own joke before waving a hand "Like... Eight slices of white bread."
“Got it.” He heads to the bar and brings back the requested breads. “Also, uh… did you need like any first aid or a change of clothes or any other stuff or anything?”
"I actually quite like this dress but, yes, like a dress shirt and pants..." She mumbles through the pillow.
“I’m not deprecating myself. I’m just saying you can never predict how someone’ll respond!”
“Oh. That sounds… cool. How does it work?”
“I’m pretty good at predicting things, and if I’m right, I want an apology.” He turns to the tailor and apologizes before leading them both out.
He transforms into his Chainsaw man form, his chainsaw on his head spinning “HaHaHa!”
“Okay. Thank you.” He sighs. “…just wait ‘til I’ve proposed, okay? It would make me feel a lot more comfortable with this whole arrangement. I know he’ll say yes, but if he says no and I’m left with all these plans and possessions with nothing to show for them, it’d be even more soul-crushing.”
“Ah, I see. We’re dealing with entirely separate definitions of devil here. For you, a devil is just a powerful supernatural being that embodies some kind of fear, I presume?”
“Hey don’t worry about it man, there’s no chance he’ll say no.” He mutters something about blowing him up if he does before saying “Even if he does, you’ll have your good friend Damian here to help you. No matter what.”
He continues to cackle before saying “I don’t know that [gp] I am!” He’s obviously incredibly insane.
“Thanks for saying that. And thanks for trying to help so aggressively.”
“…you know what, I’m good. You should just enjoy the power you have. I’m out.” Riotan backs away and exits the shack.
He laughs “It’s what I do man, when no one else does, I’m here to care.” He pats his back and head back to the tavern.
As he leaves he hears the cackling continue. *Love how he noped out of dealing with Denji, it fits so well.*
Mauric inhales, and heads back to the inn as well.
*even snake Satan doesn’t want to deal with him lmao*
On the way back he says “Oh yeah, and I’m going to be a dad. I’m going to need you to be a godfather, can you do that?” He mentions casually
*I think Denji is the easiest character for me to rp because of how me he is.*
If their passive perception is 25 or above, they can sense a mycelium cloud around Felix, tasting and feeling the Larry from quite a distance.
"He's gone now." He sniffs. "There's nothing left."
Who?
"William. You recognize this knife?" He holds up the blade he's been playing with. The one William (ineffectually) threatened to butcher the Larry with. "The man was my friend. Do you know how hard it is for a monster like me to make friends with anyone? Sure, he was killer, but that's no different than the billions of adventurers who go out genociding against orcs and goblins. He at least gives them some respect post-mortem, as disgusting as that brand of respect is."
Where the Red Plate had once been, it is now up in flames. Any evidence, burnt to a crisp. Ash fills the air like snow. William seems to be long gone, no evidence of him anywhere. Disappeared like a ghost.
Stroth is asleep in a sofa in the tavern, snoring. She is still dressed in the dress she had been wearing. She wakes herself up with her snoring, blinking groggily.
Scott is having a really bad hallucination, thinking his wife was dead in front of him.
Riotan is sitting next to Stroth, holding a glass of water for her.
Not even bothering to raise her head, she drinks it from his hand. She grumbles, a headache ripping through her skull.
“Feeling any better?” He asks her quietly.
"Noooooooo." She sticks out her only black tongue "I feel as if someone curb stomped my brain."
“Well to be fair, you curb-stomped your brain. But I digress. Can I get you anything?”
She thinks "Well... Alcohol is a solution." She laughs at her own joke before waving a hand "Like... Eight slices of white bread."
“Got it.” He heads to the bar and brings back the requested breads. “Also, uh… did you need like any first aid or a change of clothes or any other stuff or anything?”
"I actually quite like this dress but, yes, like a dress shirt and pants..." She mumbles through the pillow.
“Are they in your room? If so what’s the room number?”
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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.
Loriche is forging chain nets with an alloy of silver and the questionable steel she was given.
A clockwork cat walks up to Caramel
She examines it curiously, as does Thirteen.
It nuzzles Thirteen
“Well, what are you doing here?” Thirteen chuckles, while Caramel brushes her tail against the clockwork cat.
It meows at him
“Can you understand me?”
it shakes its head
Now he’s just confused. “But then… how did you respond to the question??”
It looks up at him. Amusement glitters in its eyes
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Where the Red Plate had once been, it is now up in flames. Any evidence, burnt to a crisp. Ash fills the air like snow. William seems to be long gone, no evidence of him anywhere. Disappeared like a ghost.
Stroth is asleep in a sofa in the tavern, snoring. She is still dressed in the dress she had been wearing. She wakes herself up with her snoring, blinking groggily.
Scott is having a really bad hallucination, thinking his wife was dead in front of him.
Riotan is sitting next to Stroth, holding a glass of water for her.
Not even bothering to raise her head, she drinks it from his hand. She grumbles, a headache ripping through her skull.
“Feeling any better?” He asks her quietly.
"Noooooooo." She sticks out her only black tongue "I feel as if someone curb stomped my brain."
“Well to be fair, you curb-stomped your brain. But I digress. Can I get you anything?”
She thinks "Well... Alcohol is a solution." She laughs at her own joke before waving a hand "Like... Eight slices of white bread."
“Got it.” He heads to the bar and brings back the requested breads. “Also, uh… did you need like any first aid or a change of clothes or any other stuff or anything?”
"I actually quite like this dress but, yes, like a dress shirt and pants..." She mumbles through the pillow.
“Are they in your room? If so what’s the room number?”
She then curses at herself in many tongues. "THE DEMIPLANE THAT I CAN'T ACCESS!" She sits up, running her hand through her hair. She fixes the dress, trying to gain some semblance of control.
“I’m not deprecating myself. I’m just saying you can never predict how someone’ll respond!”
“Oh. That sounds… cool. How does it work?”
“I’m pretty good at predicting things, and if I’m right, I want an apology.” He turns to the tailor and apologizes before leading them both out.
He transforms into his Chainsaw man form, his chainsaw on his head spinning “HaHaHa!”
“Okay. Thank you.” He sighs. “…just wait ‘til I’ve proposed, okay? It would make me feel a lot more comfortable with this whole arrangement. I know he’ll say yes, but if he says no and I’m left with all these plans and possessions with nothing to show for them, it’d be even more soul-crushing.”
“Ah, I see. We’re dealing with entirely separate definitions of devil here. For you, a devil is just a powerful supernatural being that embodies some kind of fear, I presume?”
“Hey don’t worry about it man, there’s no chance he’ll say no.” He mutters something about blowing him up if he does before saying “Even if he does, you’ll have your good friend Damian here to help you. No matter what.”
He continues to cackle before saying “I don’t know that [gp] I am!” He’s obviously incredibly insane.
“Thanks for saying that. And thanks for trying to help so aggressively.”
“…you know what, I’m good. You should just enjoy the power you have. I’m out.” Riotan backs away and exits the shack.
He laughs “It’s what I do man, when no one else does, I’m here to care.” He pats his back and head back to the tavern.
As he leaves he hears the cackling continue. *Love how he noped out of dealing with Denji, it fits so well.*
Mauric inhales, and heads back to the inn as well.
*even snake Satan doesn’t want to deal with him lmao*
On the way back he says “Oh yeah, and I’m going to be a dad. I’m going to need you to be a godfather, can you do that?” He mentions casually
*I think Denji is the easiest character for me to rp because of how me he is.*
“OH MY GOD YOU’RE WHAT?!” Mauric is so shocked he can barely move. “OH MY GOD!!”
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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.
Who?
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 meows at him
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*By the way, I'm adding the knife to Felix's stat block.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Well to be fair, you curb-stomped your brain. But I digress. Can I get you anything?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Noice.*
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
“Can you understand me?”
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 laughs “It’s what I do man, when no one else does, I’m here to care.” He pats his back and head back to the tavern.
As he leaves he hears the cackling continue. *Love how he noped out of dealing with Denji, it fits so well.*
She thinks "Well... Alcohol is a solution." She laughs at her own joke before waving a hand "Like... Eight slices of white bread."
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
Mauric inhales, and heads back to the inn as well.
*even snake Satan doesn’t want to deal with him lmao*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Got it.” He heads to the bar and brings back the requested breads. “Also, uh… did you need like any first aid or a change of clothes or any other stuff or anything?”
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 shakes its head
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"I actually quite like this dress but, yes, like a dress shirt and pants..." She mumbles through the pillow.
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
On the way back he says “Oh yeah, and I’m going to be a dad. I’m going to need you to be a godfather, can you do that?” He mentions casually
*I think Denji is the easiest character for me to rp because of how me he is.*
"William. You recognize this knife?" He holds up the blade he's been playing with. The one William (ineffectually) threatened to butcher the Larry with. "The man was my friend. Do you know how hard it is for a monster like me to make friends with anyone? Sure, he was killer, but that's no different than the billions of adventurers who go out genociding against orcs and goblins. He at least gives them some respect post-mortem, as disgusting as that brand of respect is."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Now he’s just confused. “But then… how did you respond to the question??”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Are they in your room? If so what’s the room number?”
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 looks up at him. Amusement glitters in its eyes
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
She then curses at herself in many tongues. "THE DEMIPLANE THAT I CAN'T ACCESS!" She sits up, running her hand through her hair. She fixes the dress, trying to gain some semblance of control.
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
“OH MY GOD YOU’RE WHAT?!” Mauric is so shocked he can barely move. “OH MY GOD!!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(time to cut those chains please)
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues