"Well this isnt from where you are from is it?" she asks
He chuckles and puts his hands in his pockets "No ma'am it ain't."
She tilts her snoot to look up at him "Then you should be looking out around your shoulders young man."
He looks down to her, his hat not hiding his eyes at this angle, revealing a vacant hole on the right, a red dot in the center instead of an eye, and a pure white eye on the left. He tips his hat to her "I'll make sure to do that ma'am. Would it be foolish of me to guess this is your place?" He says, looking around the restaurant.
"No. It belongs to the gods who own it, then gave it to a fuzzy child." she sighs.
"And I'd reckon you find that tirin'?" He chuckles "Are ya willin' to serve a lost wanderer?"
*MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA Monster AU time.*
The flapping of huge wings fills the air as something big lands out in the back of the tavern. The smell of cigar smoke permeates the area suddenly like a wildfire growing closer with every second. Once the dust settles from where the figure has landed it's clear to see what it is. A Dragon Hybrid, his green scales glittering like jewels. His large wings fold in against his back. His clawed feet scrape against the dusty soil. He fixes his hat with one clawed which covers short brown hair, mutton chops, and a bushy mustache. A cigar between his lips.
*Oh cool another dragon hybrid. Rag will have fun with that, would interact rn, but split focus on existing rps and making my character sheets for characters I've introed and are planning to intro. Sorry.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA Monster AU time.*
The flapping of huge wings fills the air as something big lands out in the back of the tavern. The smell of cigar smoke permeates the area suddenly like a wildfire growing closer with every second. Once the dust settles from where the figure has landed it's clear to see what it is. A Dragon Hybrid, his green scales glittering like jewels. His large wings fold in against his back. His clawed feet scrape against the dusty soil. He fixes his hat with one clawed which covers short brown hair, mutton chops, and a bushy mustache. A cigar between his lips.
The Tarnished glances at them before going back to trying to coax Helena to eat.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA Monster AU time.*
The flapping of huge wings fills the air as something big lands out in the back of the tavern. The smell of cigar smoke permeates the area suddenly like a wildfire growing closer with every second. Once the dust settles from where the figure has landed it's clear to see what it is. A Dragon Hybrid, his green scales glittering like jewels. His large wings fold in against his back. His clawed feet scrape against the dusty soil. He fixes his hat with one clawed which covers short brown hair, mutton chops, and a bushy mustache. A cigar between his lips.
*Oh cool another dragon hybrid. Rag will have fun with that, would interact rn, but split focus on existing rps and making my character sheets for characters I've introed and are planning to intro. Sorry.*
*MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA Monster AU time.*
The flapping of huge wings fills the air as something big lands out in the back of the tavern. The smell of cigar smoke permeates the area suddenly like a wildfire growing closer with every second. Once the dust settles from where the figure has landed it's clear to see what it is. A Dragon Hybrid, his green scales glittering like jewels. His large wings fold in against his back. His clawed feet scrape against the dusty soil. He fixes his hat with one clawed which covers short brown hair, mutton chops, and a bushy mustache. A cigar between his lips.
The Tarnished glances at them before going back to trying to coax Helena to eat.
He stretches, yawning a bit. He then pulls out a small handheld radio communication device, muttering into it. Something about 'Simon' 'Phoenix' and 'Tired.'
*MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA Monster AU time.*
The flapping of huge wings fills the air as something big lands out in the back of the tavern. The smell of cigar smoke permeates the area suddenly like a wildfire growing closer with every second. Once the dust settles from where the figure has landed it's clear to see what it is. A Dragon Hybrid, his green scales glittering like jewels. His large wings fold in against his back. His clawed feet scrape against the dusty soil. He fixes his hat with one clawed which covers short brown hair, mutton chops, and a bushy mustache. A cigar between his lips.
The Tarnished glances at them before going back to trying to coax Helena to eat.
He stretches, yawning a bit. He then pulls out a small handheld radio communication device, muttering into it. Something about 'Simon' 'Phoenix' and 'Tired.'
The Tarnished lets out a confused grumble as Helena finally takes a very small bite of soup.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA Monster AU time.*
The flapping of huge wings fills the air as something big lands out in the back of the tavern. The smell of cigar smoke permeates the area suddenly like a wildfire growing closer with every second. Once the dust settles from where the figure has landed it's clear to see what it is. A Dragon Hybrid, his green scales glittering like jewels. His large wings fold in against his back. His clawed feet scrape against the dusty soil. He fixes his hat with one clawed which covers short brown hair, mutton chops, and a bushy mustache. A cigar between his lips.
The Tarnished glances at them before going back to trying to coax Helena to eat.
He stretches, yawning a bit. He then pulls out a small handheld radio communication device, muttering into it. Something about 'Simon' 'Phoenix' and 'Tired.'
The Tarnished lets out a confused grumble as Helena finally takes a very small bite of soup.
After a moment, he places it back in his jacket pocket. He begins to walk off to go somewhere.
*MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA Monster AU time.*
The flapping of huge wings fills the air as something big lands out in the back of the tavern. The smell of cigar smoke permeates the area suddenly like a wildfire growing closer with every second. Once the dust settles from where the figure has landed it's clear to see what it is. A Dragon Hybrid, his green scales glittering like jewels. His large wings fold in against his back. His clawed feet scrape against the dusty soil. He fixes his hat with one clawed which covers short brown hair, mutton chops, and a bushy mustache. A cigar between his lips.
The Tarnished glances at them before going back to trying to coax Helena to eat.
He stretches, yawning a bit. He then pulls out a small handheld radio communication device, muttering into it. Something about 'Simon' 'Phoenix' and 'Tired.'
The Tarnished lets out a confused grumble as Helena finally takes a very small bite of soup.
After a moment, he places it back in his jacket pocket. He begins to walk off to go somewhere.
The Tarnished watches him, eyes following his movements under his helmet.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well this isnt from where you are from is it?" she asks
He chuckles and puts his hands in his pockets "No ma'am it ain't."
She tilts her snoot to look up at him "Then you should be looking out around your shoulders young man."
He looks down to her, his hat not hiding his eyes at this angle, revealing a vacant hole on the right, a red dot in the center instead of an eye, and a pure white eye on the left. He tips his hat to her "I'll make sure to do that ma'am. Would it be foolish of me to guess this is your place?" He says, looking around the restaurant.
"No. It belongs to the gods who own it, then gave it to a fuzzy child." she sighs.
"And I'd reckon you find that tirin'?" He chuckles "Are ya willin' to serve a lost wanderer?"
She smirks "Sure for a price."
He holds up his nearly empty sack of money "Will this do little miss?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA Monster AU time.*
The flapping of huge wings fills the air as something big lands out in the back of the tavern. The smell of cigar smoke permeates the area suddenly like a wildfire growing closer with every second. Once the dust settles from where the figure has landed it's clear to see what it is. A Dragon Hybrid, his green scales glittering like jewels. His large wings fold in against his back. His clawed feet scrape against the dusty soil. He fixes his hat with one clawed which covers short brown hair, mutton chops, and a bushy mustache. A cigar between his lips.
The Tarnished glances at them before going back to trying to coax Helena to eat.
He stretches, yawning a bit. He then pulls out a small handheld radio communication device, muttering into it. Something about 'Simon' 'Phoenix' and 'Tired.'
The Tarnished lets out a confused grumble as Helena finally takes a very small bite of soup.
After a moment, he places it back in his jacket pocket. He begins to walk off to go somewhere.
The Tarnished watches him, eyes following his movements under his helmet.
Flames lick out of his mouth a bit, wisps of smoke following.
"Well this isnt from where you are from is it?" she asks
He chuckles and puts his hands in his pockets "No ma'am it ain't."
She tilts her snoot to look up at him "Then you should be looking out around your shoulders young man."
He looks down to her, his hat not hiding his eyes at this angle, revealing a vacant hole on the right, a red dot in the center instead of an eye, and a pure white eye on the left. He tips his hat to her "I'll make sure to do that ma'am. Would it be foolish of me to guess this is your place?" He says, looking around the restaurant.
"No. It belongs to the gods who own it, then gave it to a fuzzy child." she sighs.
"And I'd reckon you find that tirin'?" He chuckles "Are ya willin' to serve a lost wanderer?"
She smirks "Sure for a price."
He holds up his nearly empty sack of money "Will this do little miss?"
She looks through it, counting each coin, appraising them before nodding.
*MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA Monster AU time.*
The flapping of huge wings fills the air as something big lands out in the back of the tavern. The smell of cigar smoke permeates the area suddenly like a wildfire growing closer with every second. Once the dust settles from where the figure has landed it's clear to see what it is. A Dragon Hybrid, his green scales glittering like jewels. His large wings fold in against his back. His clawed feet scrape against the dusty soil. He fixes his hat with one clawed which covers short brown hair, mutton chops, and a bushy mustache. A cigar between his lips.
The Tarnished glances at them before going back to trying to coax Helena to eat.
He stretches, yawning a bit. He then pulls out a small handheld radio communication device, muttering into it. Something about 'Simon' 'Phoenix' and 'Tired.'
The Tarnished lets out a confused grumble as Helena finally takes a very small bite of soup.
After a moment, he places it back in his jacket pocket. He begins to walk off to go somewhere.
The Tarnished watches him, eyes following his movements under his helmet.
Flames lick out of his mouth a bit, wisps of smoke following.
*just curious was this character meant for phoenix?*
He grips his sword at his waist, very nervous
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well this isnt from where you are from is it?" she asks
He chuckles and puts his hands in his pockets "No ma'am it ain't."
She tilts her snoot to look up at him "Then you should be looking out around your shoulders young man."
He looks down to her, his hat not hiding his eyes at this angle, revealing a vacant hole on the right, a red dot in the center instead of an eye, and a pure white eye on the left. He tips his hat to her "I'll make sure to do that ma'am. Would it be foolish of me to guess this is your place?" He says, looking around the restaurant.
"No. It belongs to the gods who own it, then gave it to a fuzzy child." she sighs.
"And I'd reckon you find that tirin'?" He chuckles "Are ya willin' to serve a lost wanderer?"
She smirks "Sure for a price."
He holds up his nearly empty sack of money "Will this do little miss?"
She looks through it, counting each coin, appraising them before nodding.
Genuine, and surprisingly old. He walks into the restaurant, taking a seat against one of the walls, his bare feet living sand in his wake.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She smirks "Sure for a price."
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 cool another dragon hybrid. Rag will have fun with that, would interact rn, but split focus on existing rps and making my character sheets for characters I've introed and are planning to intro. Sorry.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The Tarnished glances at them before going back to trying to coax Helena to eat.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Its John Price lol.*
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
He stretches, yawning a bit. He then pulls out a small handheld radio communication device, muttering into it. Something about 'Simon' 'Phoenix' and 'Tired.'
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
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 know you are!" she chirps happily "I am very happy about that."
They seem to be gaining speed, sniffing them out.
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 Tarnished lets out a confused grumble as Helena finally takes a very small bite of soup.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
After a moment, he places it back in his jacket pocket. He begins to walk off to go somewhere.
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
Thirteen rushes in, panicked. He hurries over to Theren. “THEREN WAKE UP IT’S HAPPENED”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*if anyone else wants to rp here ya go*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Tarnished watches him, eyes following his movements under his helmet.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He holds up his nearly empty sack of money "Will this do little miss?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Theren looks up, still sleepy. "What happened?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Flames lick out of his mouth a bit, wisps of smoke following.
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 looks through it, counting each coin, appraising them before nodding.
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, heh. Thanks.”
Eventually, Suhou reaches their river, diving into it and dissipating into bright bands of light that flow alongside the melodious water.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*just curious was this character meant for phoenix?*
He grips his sword at his waist, very nervous
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Genuine, and surprisingly old. He walks into the restaurant, taking a seat against one of the walls, his bare feet living sand in his wake.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Hey, I have to go for a bit. I'll be on later.*
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