The man grins. "Me too, man. I find inspiration in like, the worst places. Have you ever listened to TRAUMA FM? They have a lot of good stories to get the gears turning."
"No.. I've been busy trying to write." He shrugs. He white knuckles the strap of his bag.
"Ah. I see. Trying to write all the time without any free time or inspiration will kill you, and you'll wind up with nothing good. Unless, of course, you've got some pretty significant help. So tell me, do you need any help? I can get you anything you need. Artist to artist."
"I don't really need any help.." He said, his tone turning suspicious.
"Ah. I see. Trying to write all the time without any free time or inspiration will kill you, and you'll wind up with nothing good. Unless, of course, you've got some pretty significant help. So tell me, do you need any help? I can get you anything you need. Artist to artist."
"I don't really need any help.." He said, his tone turning suspicious.
"Really, it's no trouble." The man seems oblivious and has a faint innocence in his tone. "I've been in your situation before."
Alix, whose floof has floofed up more since the colder weather, is inside the tavern. He is eating some chimken soup.
Reese, layered up a bit more due to the same reasons, holding a battered book, sits down next to him, smiling. Though it's hard to tell through her baggy hoodie and sweats, she is more filled out and even a bit cut. Her coat is glossier and softer, all effects of actually eating and excersising with Alix. "Hi, hun~"
Alix looks up, his tail immediately wagging. "Hi Reese!" he chirps, beaming happily "How are you? You look really pretty!"
"I'm doing good, glad to see you mostly." She sets the book down and hugs him, tail wagging on the offbeat of his. "Aww, thanks, ya big cutie.. I came to ask you a few questions about your tribe."
He nods "Of course!" he nods, his ears flopping back and forth.
She opens the book, skimming through the pages. "I never thought i'd end up using this until I found my wielder, but, he's an a**hole anyway, so I don't think he'll be living up to the prophecy anytime soon... I wanted to know about your tribal cultures, and how they set the parameters for relationships, that way, we both can follow our traditions as closely as possible."
He thinks "Well, women are seen as superior compared to men considering they are life bearers. Anything that can create life is considered holy. As for traditions, it is mostly about respecting ancestors and keeping our bodies fit to show we are a good prospect for the women." He thinks "Jewelry is also a big part. Jewelry is kinda like our way of showing off considering our coloration is usually plain white."
She listens intently. "That's interesting.. In my culture, the women have the same holy quality you spoke of, but are not as superior. The men are superior, as they are the protectors of that what is holy, and any female warrior was saw as equal to the men on as she put her life on the line, as well as had the power to create others. I only recently found out about this, though, because I wasn't there to grow up with this.. It was the mens intent for them to be dominant, but protective.. How.. do we put these two together, Alix?.."
"Maybe just respect each other? We are both strong, independent people who know they are equal to their partner." he smiles.
"Ah. I see. Trying to write all the time without any free time or inspiration will kill you, and you'll wind up with nothing good. Unless, of course, you've got some pretty significant help. So tell me, do you need any help? I can get you anything you need. Artist to artist."
"I don't really need any help.." He said, his tone turning suspicious.
"Really, it's no trouble." The man seems oblivious and has a faint innocence in his tone. "I've been in your situation before."
Scott bites his tongue, so as not to say anything, but his hackles are raising proverbially. "My situation?"
"Maybe just respect each other? We are both strong, independent people who know they are equal to their partner." he smiles.
She nods, closing the book. "I think that sounds about right, and, after all, I don't think I have it in me, mentally or physically, to overpower you, hehe~..."
He laughs as well "I wouldn't want to hurt you in the first place, now or ever." He nods.
"Maybe just respect each other? We are both strong, independent people who know they are equal to their partner." he smiles.
She nods, closing the book. "I think that sounds about right, and, after all, I don't think I have it in me, mentally or physically, to overpower you, hehe~..."
He laughs as well "I wouldn't want to hurt you in the first place, now or ever." He nods.
"Well... maybe just a nibble, occasionally?..." She looks up at him, smiling softly.
"You know, overbearing boss, new place, overwhelming workload, no support structure. All artists wind up there at some point."
Taken back, Scott blinks, a small fire of anger burning in him now. "You don't know me." He hisses, the area around them flickering like a dying bulb.
He holds up his hands. "Hey, man. Didn't mean to offend you. But at this point, might as well drop all pretenses." Charlie reveals his true form. "I want to help. I've been getting warnings about you from my spies. You haven't heard them, since you've been too wrapped up in your work."
Marie is sitting in a tree alone, in her usual pitch black attire, flipping a knife in one hand with a smile visible from underneath her wide brimmed hat. She is holding some poison darts in between the fingers of her other gloved hand, the corpse of a person at the bases of the tree, poison pumping through their veins.
Jax approaches, emitting a low whistle as he inspects the body. "Man, you got my mark, love. Been looking for this guy."
She taps her foot “Oh sorry little Jax, he tried to get in my way so I pumped him full of poison.” She hops down from the tree.
"Well, might I take his head?" he asks, putting his paws on his hips.
She puts her elbows on his shoulders from behind, her head moving around hers “You can take whatever you want. From him or me~”
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"I don't really need any help.." He said, his tone turning suspicious.
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
"Mn.. I am okay." She says and stands up, stumbling a bit.
"Scott? You... you been talking to me for awhile?"
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
"Really, it's no trouble." The man seems oblivious and has a faint innocence in his tone. "I've been in your situation before."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Maybe just respect each other? We are both strong, independent people who know they are equal to their partner." he smiles.
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
"Hmm... I'll have to consult them about this. On another note, what brought you out here into the forest?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Scott bites his tongue, so as not to say anything, but his hackles are raising proverbially. "My situation?"
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
"Nothing much, wanted to say hiiiiii"
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
"You know, overbearing boss, new place, overwhelming workload, no support structure. All artists wind up there at some point."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He laughs as well "I wouldn't want to hurt you in the first place, now or ever." He 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
Taken back, Scott blinks, a small fire of anger burning in him now. "You don't know me." He hisses, the area around them flickering like a dying bulb.
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 raises an eyebrow “Are you drunk again.” He sighs walking over to them, holding them steady.
They look at him with foreign eyes “I have? I… I don’t remember so many things.”
He giggles and leans over, nomming her shoulder.
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 waves with one of her taloned hands. "Hiii. Say, do you listen to the radio much? My colleague is a cohost on one of the more popular channels."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He holds up his hands. "Hey, man. Didn't mean to offend you. But at this point, might as well drop all pretenses." Charlie reveals his true form. "I want to help. I've been getting warnings about you from my spies. You haven't heard them, since you've been too wrapped up in your work."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She puts her elbows on his shoulders from behind, her head moving around hers “You can take whatever you want. From him or me~”