*does anybody want to rp or are we just talking right now?*
*Sure thing, who do you want to role play with?*
*I don’t mind. I’ve got Cerberus, Sylvan, and Ternikus.*
*I’ll take Cerberus.*
Clem is resting on top of the Lord’s Rest Inn, absorbing the sun’s heat as he cleans himself, the runes on his body glowing softly, his ears occasionally twitching and his eyes dilate as he watch a rat scurrying across the ground.
Cerberus climbs up there and notices them. He waves and sits down, staring at the sun without squinting or any change to his pupils.
Clem waves back to them, his claws jutting out of his paws. He nimbly jumps down from the roof, catches the rat in his mouth, and comes back up, beginning to nibble on it.
Cerberus seems slightly disturbed by this act but quickly covers it with the gestures of a laugh, but no sound escapes his mouth. Not even the sounds of his breathing, you notice now, even though he is.
Clem tilts their head, padding over to look at Cerberus closer, their eyes dilating farther into bright orange slits, still nibbling on the rat. A surprisingly refined voice comes out of the Tabaxi, “What are you?”
Cerberus looks towards Clem’s eyes and point to his horns, shaped like a stags, then downwards. A deep, deep downwards motion. He mouths the word ‘Tiefling’.
They nod, sitting down in front of them, continuing to eat the rat, “I assume you can’t speak, or you’re very shy. Do you know sign language?” They say, looking Cerberus up and down, interested in getting to know them.
*the following is in sign language* ‘Mute. Cultists took my tongue when I was a kid.’
He nods and signs back ‘Understood, cultists are the worst aren’t they?’ He chuckles.
*pushing my feelings ever deeper down into the well of soul so… good! 😊*
*That doesn’t sound very good, but I’m not much better am I. It’s good to express your emotions, don’t want to end up like Mob.*
*yeah true*
*Thats what I’m here for man.*
*private and charter schools should be torn down and their funding should be poured into taxes that are meant to support public schools. but the administration is going to ban discussion of gender, race, or orientation in public schools to begin with and sue colleges to build a university of fanaticizing propaganda so why would they care*
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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.
Abyssal runes flare and blister a vivid vermillion, but Rio stops them, so his shoulder is just uncomfortably hot. “…what kind of tea?”
She doesn't hold him for much longer after he begins to sear her paw. "I have many kinds, from all the realms." she says gently.
“…sorry about your hand.” He turns back around.
"Not much can hurt me when in my domain... interesting. I forgive you, but you're in for one hell of a cuddle session. C'mon" She says, standing all the way up.
“I’d… prefer to not… ‘cuddle’…” He mutters, following after her.
"You'll change your mind, sweetie. They always do." She leads him to a smaller portion of the cafe, grabbing a couple of mugs of hot water on the way . Inside the room is a lit fireplace, a few recliners, and a table with a box of assorted teas. She sets the mugs down on the table, and begins to settle into the most worn of the recliners.
Riotan sits down, still discomforted.
She looks down at him, brow furrowed. "So, what's the matter, little one? what troubles your little head?" She says, picking out her tea.
“I’m a snake. I don’t do good in the cold. And my marilith ran away.”
the whole chair shifts closer to the fireplace. She mulls on his words, chewing them (metaphorically) while setting her desired tea bag into her mug. "I see... that must be frustrating. My dear Waul has found a marilith near the square, maybe it's yours..."
“Does it have one skeletal arm and the head of a stag?” He asks curiously, leaning forward a little.
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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.
*That doesn’t sound very good, but I’m not much better am I. It’s good to express your emotions, don’t want to end up like Mob.*
*oh no fren what’s wrong?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Wanna continue Salem?*
‘Yeah. Mum got them all though.’
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*You doing good man? Wanna talk about it?*
*yeah true*
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 ‘That’s what they get for taking your tongue. Who are you, I’m C L E M.’
*Dang that sounds trash man, you got to stick to what you know. You never know when somethin’s laced.*
*Thats what I’m here for man.*
*Whenever you want to I’ll be here.*
*drink liquids and don’t mistake anything you see for a divine experience. God always schedules His apparitions.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yeah water definitely helps, salt water is probably very good, and what Jobah said.*
*private and charter schools should be torn down and their funding should be poured into taxes that are meant to support public schools. but the administration is going to ban discussion of gender, race, or orientation in public schools to begin with and sue colleges to build a university of fanaticizing propaganda so why would they care*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Does it have one skeletal arm and the head of a stag?” He asks curiously, leaning forward a little.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
‘C E R B E R U S. I guess some relation to the three headed dog.’
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!