*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
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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.
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
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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.
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
*It’s the question of why intelligent life hasn’t contacted us if planets are so common and intelligent life is so likely to exist.*
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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.
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
*It’s the question of why intelligent life hasn’t contacted us if planets are so common and intelligent life is so likely to exist.*
*Ooooooooh. Aliens probably do exist but idk. I like the OCEAN more.*
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
*It’s the question of why intelligent life hasn’t contacted us if planets are so common and intelligent life is so likely to exist.*
*Ooooooooh. Aliens probably do exist but idk. I like the OCEAN more.*
*Yeah it has rays and skates and stuff. Though rays and skates don’t sound too unlikely on a water world…*
*anyway, wanna rp?*
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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.
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
*It’s the question of why intelligent life hasn’t contacted us if planets are so common and intelligent life is so likely to exist.*
*Ooooooooh. Aliens probably do exist but idk. I like the OCEAN more.*
*Yeah it has rays and skates and stuff. Though rays and skates don’t sound too unlikely on a water world…*
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
*It’s the question of why intelligent life hasn’t contacted us if planets are so common and intelligent life is so likely to exist.*
*Ooooooooh. Aliens probably do exist but idk. I like the OCEAN more.*
*Yeah it has rays and skates and stuff. Though rays and skates don’t sound too unlikely on a water world…*
*anyway, wanna rp?*
*Sure. Who ya wanna RP with?*
*uhhhhh who you got?*
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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.
Jeb is outside, still a little bummed about his bug friend dying. He is currently taking a few pictures of some flowers he thinks look pretty, trying to adjust his camera lense to get a perfect picture.
The Flesh Son is roaming around the woods, carving what appears to be sigils into trees and rocks. The sigils seem to scar and scab as if blood is welling up from them.
Home is poking a body wrapped up in white plastic that lies on the floor of the Guilt House. He tilts his head, talking to it as if it were still alive some how, telling it about his day.
KK notices the powerful being roaming around, and decides to approach them. "Hello!"
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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)
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
*It’s the question of why intelligent life hasn’t contacted us if planets are so common and intelligent life is so likely to exist.*
*Ooooooooh. Aliens probably do exist but idk. I like the OCEAN more.*
*Yeah it has rays and skates and stuff. Though rays and skates don’t sound too unlikely on a water world…*
*anyway, wanna rp?*
*Sure. Who ya wanna RP with?*
*uhhhhh who you got?*
*Jeb who is ADHD photographer, The Flesh Son, Scott, Lore, Allison, Stroth, Father Luciano, Home and his Guilt House, and Alix.*
She picks up the chameleon, looking at it for a moment. "Well, it's somewhat similar to a few things I was seeking... but not quite the spreading and growing part. Still gives me ideas, though..." She returns to her sketch, making a few edits.
The voice waits and does the same as before once KK is done.
After a few minutes of designing and editing, her design is finally, finally complete.
It manifests as a 20-foot tall prism-shaped shell- made of equal parts metal plates and cloth and bleeding red flesh, wires and veins crisscrossing and weaving all about the outer shell and connecting to speakers that spew both music and unintelligible whisperings at the same time. There is an entrance into the shell, which appears far larger on the inside. Within this shell is the true body- the concentration of their very being. It still appears as a faceless imitation of a humanoid creature, but one made of similar materials to the shell that surrounds it. Innumerable veins and wires and tubes and strings all extend from various parts of its body, tethering themselves to the chamber's inner walls and snapping to other spots as it moves about- or rather, is pulled about by said connecting threads. Faint crackles of radio static can be heard from inside, as well as the occasional crackling of electricity and the hum of aberrant machines. The shell itself is growing, too- forming more metal and flesh and cloth as its tendrils extend out to feel its surroundings, spreading like a mold.
KK looks at their vessel with pure gleeful madness, absolutely giddy at the prospect of eventually being able to become this... this thing.
The music stops in the background, which seemed to disappear until it did. With it goes the void, the pen, and the image of KK’s form. Cerberus is standing where it was, smiling.
KK stands there in silence for a few seconds, before turning to face Cerberus. "That was incredible! Thank you so so much! Oh, this is going to be glorious!" She seems genuinely overjoyed, and definitely a little unhinged.
Cerberus smiles wider before bowing and heading to a tiny wolf pup who was about to steal a patrons meal.
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
*It’s the question of why intelligent life hasn’t contacted us if planets are so common and intelligent life is so likely to exist.*
*Ooooooooh. Aliens probably do exist but idk. I like the OCEAN more.*
*Yeah it has rays and skates and stuff. Though rays and skates don’t sound too unlikely on a water world…*
*anyway, wanna rp?*
*Sure. Who ya wanna RP with?*
*uhhhhh who you got?*
*Jeb who is ADHD photographer, The Flesh Son, Scott, Lore, Allison, Stroth, Father Luciano, Home and his Guilt House, and Alix.*
*Let’s go with Jeb, Stroth, and Luciano*
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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.
Jeb is outside, still a little bummed about his bug friend dying. He is currently taking a few pictures of some flowers he thinks look pretty, trying to adjust his camera lense to get a perfect picture.
The Flesh Son is roaming around the woods, carving what appears to be sigils into trees and rocks. The sigils seem to scar and scab as if blood is welling up from them.
Home is poking a body wrapped up in white plastic that lies on the floor of the Guilt House. He tilts his head, talking to it as if it were still alive some how, telling it about his day.
KK notices the powerful being roaming around, and decides to approach them. "Hello!"
It turns it's head, draped in a cloth hood. It wears dirty robes of white around its body and carries a pair of a massive rusted silver scissors. It bows to her calmly.
*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
*Oh no, you okay?*
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
*It’s the question of why intelligent life hasn’t contacted us if planets are so common and intelligent life is so likely to exist.*
*Ooooooooh. Aliens probably do exist but idk. I like the OCEAN more.*
*Yeah it has rays and skates and stuff. Though rays and skates don’t sound too unlikely on a water world…*
*anyway, wanna rp?*
*Sure. Who ya wanna RP with?*
*uhhhhh who you got?*
*Jeb who is ADHD photographer, The Flesh Son, Scott, Lore, Allison, Stroth, Father Luciano, Home and his Guilt House, and Alix.*
*Let’s go with Jeb, Stroth, and Luciano*
Jeb is taking pictures of bugs, giggling to himself. He looks to be around 23 with fair skin, slightly pointed ears, and a fluffy brown hair. He is dressed in a tee shirt with a graphic on the front, a pair of jeans, and a few bracelets made of colorful beads.
Stroth is inside, doing samples of the crystal tree she made. She grumbles to herself, unhappy with the outcome of its growth.
Father Luciano is inside his temple, praying to Morgana for a good harvest from the orchard that circles the church.
Jeb is outside, still a little bummed about his bug friend dying. He is currently taking a few pictures of some flowers he thinks look pretty, trying to adjust his camera lense to get a perfect picture.
The Flesh Son is roaming around the woods, carving what appears to be sigils into trees and rocks. The sigils seem to scar and scab as if blood is welling up from them.
Home is poking a body wrapped up in white plastic that lies on the floor of the Guilt House. He tilts his head, talking to it as if it were still alive some how, telling it about his day.
KK notices the powerful being roaming around, and decides to approach them. "Hello!"
It turns it's head, draped in a cloth hood. It wears dirty robes of white around its body and carries a pair of a massive rusted silver scissors. It bows to her calmly.
She waves back to them. "You seem to carry a lot of power within you. May I ask your name?"
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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)
Jeb is outside, still a little bummed about his bug friend dying. He is currently taking a few pictures of some flowers he thinks look pretty, trying to adjust his camera lense to get a perfect picture.
The Flesh Son is roaming around the woods, carving what appears to be sigils into trees and rocks. The sigils seem to scar and scab as if blood is welling up from them.
Home is poking a body wrapped up in white plastic that lies on the floor of the Guilt House. He tilts his head, talking to it as if it were still alive some how, telling it about his day.
KK notices the powerful being roaming around, and decides to approach them. "Hello!"
It turns it's head, draped in a cloth hood. It wears dirty robes of white around its body and carries a pair of a massive rusted silver scissors. It bows to her calmly.
She waves back to them. "You seem to carry a lot of power within you. May I ask your name?"
"My name... I do not think I have a name.. names give meaning to things right?" It asks, tilting it's head.
Jeb is taking pictures of bugs, giggling to himself. He looks to be around 23 with fair skin, slightly pointed ears, and a fluffy brown hair. He is dressed in a tee shirt with a graphic on the front, a pair of jeans, and a few bracelets made of colorful beads.
Stroth is inside, doing samples of the crystal tree she made. She grumbles to herself, unhappy with the outcome of its growth.
Father Luciano is inside his temple, praying to Morgana for a good harvest from the orchard that circles the church.
Riotan walks up behind him, whistling the overture from Phantom of the Opera. The grass beneath his feet smolders faintly.
Thirteen watches her test the crystals with great interest.
Mauric wanders inside the temple, looking contemplative.
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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.
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*good evening peeps, i’m in a strange emotional place right now*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh no, you okay?*
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
*Yeah I just feel really existential for some reason. And not like the sad way, just the deeply contemplative way. Also I just ate a crispy chicken salad and it was delicious.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*That's good that you ate but I get the existential part. Never trust your thoughts after a certain time.,
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
*I use the term “existential” lightly. Most of my contemplations are about the Fermi paradox, fusions from Dragon Ball, and Scarecrow from DC.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*... Me and your extensional thoughts are very different. You have extensional intrusive thoughts and I have extensional dread. Never heard of the Fermi paradox tho*
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
*It’s the question of why intelligent life hasn’t contacted us if planets are so common and intelligent life is so likely to exist.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Ooooooooh. Aliens probably do exist but idk. I like the OCEAN more.*
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
*Yeah it has rays and skates and stuff. Though rays and skates don’t sound too unlikely on a water world…*
*anyway, wanna rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sure. Who ya wanna RP with?*
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
*uhhhhh who you got?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
KK notices the powerful being roaming around, and decides to approach them. "Hello!"
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)
*Jeb who is ADHD photographer, The Flesh Son, Scott, Lore, Allison, Stroth, Father Luciano, Home and his Guilt House, and Alix.*
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
Cerberus smiles wider before bowing and heading to a tiny wolf pup who was about to steal a patrons meal.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Let’s go with Jeb, Stroth, and Luciano*
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 turns it's head, draped in a cloth hood. It wears dirty robes of white around its body and carries a pair of a massive rusted silver scissors. It bows to her calmly.
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
Jeb is taking pictures of bugs, giggling to himself. He looks to be around 23 with fair skin, slightly pointed ears, and a fluffy brown hair. He is dressed in a tee shirt with a graphic on the front, a pair of jeans, and a few bracelets made of colorful beads.
Stroth is inside, doing samples of the crystal tree she made. She grumbles to herself, unhappy with the outcome of its growth.
Father Luciano is inside his temple, praying to Morgana for a good harvest from the orchard that circles the church.
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 back to them. "You seem to carry a lot of power within you. May I ask your name?"
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)
"My name... I do not think I have a name.. names give meaning to things right?" It asks, tilting it's head.
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
Riotan walks up behind him, whistling the overture from Phantom of the Opera. The grass beneath his feet smolders faintly.
Thirteen watches her test the crystals with great interest.
Mauric wanders inside the temple, looking contemplative.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.