The man drops down infront of them. "Don't move unless you wanna be dispelled."
"It's an older language I can speak. My father is Hephaestus. God of the Forge and Fire." she cant make out any of the letters.
*By the way do you wanna have Thirteen try to revive Theren?*
They remain utterly motionless, staring at the man.
“Here, maybe you’ll have better luck with this…” She passes the disc to him. “You said your father is a god?”
*yeah. Also just realized that Suhou is literally just Chaos from SA1*
*SA1?*
"Now, little God, what do you have to do with that man...that piece of elven filth?"
"Yeah. My mom was a human mechanic. He fell for her and they had me. Their little demigod." he says bitterly, running his fingers over the metal.
Theren lays motionless at Thirteens feet.
*Sonic Adventure 1*
All I did was find his body… Their telepathic voice sounds scared and confused.
“Can you tell what it says?”
Wordlessly, Thirteen crouches beside him, laboriously maintaining his stoicism. From the deepest part of his satchel he takes out a small, gold-trimmed playing card bearing an image of an empty sarcophagus. “Never thought I’d have to use this…” He murmurs, the card crumbling into golden dust as he casts true resurrection.
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"I have lived with him or near him for far, far longer than you've been alive." Kharn sighs. "Yes, I know he's annoying." Helena can sense he's withholding something, though she can't tell if it's important or not.
*His backstory an stuff is in the Notes section*
Helena furrows her eyebrows. "There's more to it though isn't there?"
Kharn sighs, glancing around. "I am taking a risk here, Helena. If Krail finds out I've told you, he'll kill us both. Likely your husband as well." He glances behind him. Krail, it seems, has had one too many drinks. "We'll have to go somewhere more private."
She nods, helping the Tarnished to his feet. "Come on doll, we're going somewhere more comfortable."
Kharn moves outside. Krail is completely out for the count. Kharn ges to the most private place he can find: the woods. Then kharn sits himself against a tree, and slowly removes his mask.
Revealing a bleached white skull.
Helena looks unphased, more saddened than anything. "He did that to you?" she asks softly
"We were both Umbral humans at one point. Lived in the shadowfell as part of a large tribe. For some reason or another, we found a way out and took it. I was clan chief, and for the most part immune to the shadowfell's effects for unknown reasons. Krail, however, the clan mystic, was driven insane by them. He gained a lust for power, and used me, unwittingly if he is to be believed, in a ritual to gain it. The ritual failed in doing anything but making me a bleached skeleton, and giving Krail a largely inflated ego." Kharn's emotionless death mask still seams to harbor sadness, the jaw open slightly and at an angle. Two pinpricks of deep blue light serve as eyes.
Helena gently reaches out to touch the skull. "You poor thing.." she whispers. "Is there any cure?"
The Tarnished looks ticked off. "I should crush your brothers skull to powder for what he did to you."
Kharn is silent for a moment. The bone is slightly warm, no doubt from whatever energies keep Kharn alive. "Not for me. I hope there is one for the madness that has taken my brother."
*Gtg. I always have to at the most dramatic moments, don't I?*
*Uuughhh yeah :( *
"I hope we can help you find it." she says
*Byee. I might not be on much tomorrow*
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
The man drops down infront of them. "Don't move unless you wanna be dispelled."
"It's an older language I can speak. My father is Hephaestus. God of the Forge and Fire." she cant make out any of the letters.
*By the way do you wanna have Thirteen try to revive Theren?*
They remain utterly motionless, staring at the man.
“Here, maybe you’ll have better luck with this…” She passes the disc to him. “You said your father is a god?”
*yeah. Also just realized that Suhou is literally just Chaos from SA1*
*SA1?*
"Now, little God, what do you have to do with that man...that piece of elven filth?"
"Yeah. My mom was a human mechanic. He fell for her and they had me. Their little demigod." he says bitterly, running his fingers over the metal.
Theren lays motionless at Thirteens feet.
*Sonic Adventure 1*
All I did was find his body… Their telepathic voice sounds scared and confused.
“Can you tell what it says?”
Wordlessly, Thirteen crouches beside him, laboriously maintaining his stoicism. From the deepest part of his satchel he takes out a small, gold-trimmed playing card bearing an image of an empty sarcophagus. “Never thought I’d have to use this…” He murmurs, the card crumbling into golden dust as he casts true resurrection.
*Aaaah*
"You've been around him before that." he says. "I have sources who've seen it."
He shakes his head. "Bits and pieces."
Theren gasps for air, sitting bolt upright. The arrows in his chest crumble to dust.
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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.
Blubs is cleaning out the factory still, crawling through the walls to get rid of any rats and mice or bones that might seems off putting. Once he climbs out, he is covered in dust and cobwebs.
Home is in the basement with the bodybag, talking to it "You know, it's silly but I am really starting to get tired of you. You scream for help during the middle of the night, you appear at the worst times, you sit in my chair when I'm trying to organize the area... I should get rid of you for real."
Nathan is curled up in the corner of the tavern library, trying to bring dead rodents back to life. He is trying different variations of the Ressurection Spell to see if they work for it.
A man walks in with a black mask over his face with a red handprint on it. He has short light brown hair and fair skin. He wears brown boots, a black cloak, and grey pants and a black shirt. Attached to one of his legs is a dagger with a shortsword on his hip. Over his back is a quiver with arrows and a shortbow. A small bag rests on the small of his back.
The chinchilla-like creature stares it him, fixing its tiny pair of spectacles "A vistor! Oh my! Welcome welcome!!" They waddle over.
The man tilts his head. "I thought this place was abandoned?"
"I'm afraid that is true. You're about ten billion years too late." It sighs and twiddles is tiny paws.
He crouches down, his cloak kicking up some dust. "I'm sure there are still some valuables here, yeah?"
"Oh.. Are you to rob me?" It asks.
The man shrugs. "Depends if your gonna cooperate or not. I'm sure some of these automatons still work and are worth a pretty penny." he says, walking over to one.
He hears the click of a gun's hammer. "I suggest you do not."
The man sighs, turning slowly. "And why not. I'm sure a chinchilla cant handle a gun properly."
*Wendi?*
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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.
Blubs is cleaning out the factory still, crawling through the walls to get rid of any rats and mice or bones that might seems off putting. Once he climbs out, he is covered in dust and cobwebs.
Home is in the basement with the bodybag, talking to it "You know, it's silly but I am really starting to get tired of you. You scream for help during the middle of the night, you appear at the worst times, you sit in my chair when I'm trying to organize the area... I should get rid of you for real."
Nathan is curled up in the corner of the tavern library, trying to bring dead rodents back to life. He is trying different variations of the Ressurection Spell to see if they work for it.
A man walks in with a black mask over his face with a red handprint on it. He has short light brown hair and fair skin. He wears brown boots, a black cloak, and grey pants and a black shirt. Attached to one of his legs is a dagger with a shortsword on his hip. Over his back is a quiver with arrows and a shortbow. A small bag rests on the small of his back.
The chinchilla-like creature stares it him, fixing its tiny pair of spectacles "A vistor! Oh my! Welcome welcome!!" They waddle over.
The man tilts his head. "I thought this place was abandoned?"
"I'm afraid that is true. You're about ten billion years too late." It sighs and twiddles is tiny paws.
He crouches down, his cloak kicking up some dust. "I'm sure there are still some valuables here, yeah?"
"Oh.. Are you to rob me?" It asks.
The man shrugs. "Depends if your gonna cooperate or not. I'm sure some of these automatons still work and are worth a pretty penny." he says, walking over to one.
He hears the click of a gun's hammer. "I suggest you do not."
The man sighs, turning slowly. "And why not. I'm sure a chinchilla cant handle a gun properly."
He turns to see it is holding a gun rather well. It appears to be a semi-automatic pistol of sorts.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Depending on their portfolio, it’d certainly be important to know exactly who they are.”
Riotan lets out a horrific, unearthly screech that promises brutality in every conceivable manner and starts stalking through the woods, moving like a ghost, old murderous thoughts boiling in his inhuman mind.
He nods "I agree, considering they seem to occasionally succeed in possessing him for short periods. Hmm."
They can hear the guy absolutely jetting away, but then it stops again, until they hear a gunshot as they peak from a bush 120ft away. To hit:15 Damage:24
“I would assume them to be only a vestige or a lesser deity if they rely on possessing mortals.”
The bullet misses by about a quarter of a foot. “Not smart…” Riotan whispers, running at full speed at the shot’s origin.
"I assumed it to be more that they had a connection or a vendetta against Damian, and saw that as the easiest solution. This will require much deeper research."
The Shifter immediately stands back up "OH F*CK!" He begins running again, putting the sniper back over his shoulder.
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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.'
The man drops down infront of them. "Don't move unless you wanna be dispelled."
"It's an older language I can speak. My father is Hephaestus. God of the Forge and Fire." she cant make out any of the letters.
*By the way do you wanna have Thirteen try to revive Theren?*
They remain utterly motionless, staring at the man.
“Here, maybe you’ll have better luck with this…” She passes the disc to him. “You said your father is a god?”
*yeah. Also just realized that Suhou is literally just Chaos from SA1*
*SA1?*
"Now, little God, what do you have to do with that man...that piece of elven filth?"
"Yeah. My mom was a human mechanic. He fell for her and they had me. Their little demigod." he says bitterly, running his fingers over the metal.
Theren lays motionless at Thirteens feet.
*Sonic Adventure 1*
All I did was find his body… Their telepathic voice sounds scared and confused.
“Can you tell what it says?”
Wordlessly, Thirteen crouches beside him, laboriously maintaining his stoicism. From the deepest part of his satchel he takes out a small, gold-trimmed playing card bearing an image of an empty sarcophagus. “Never thought I’d have to use this…” He murmurs, the card crumbling into golden dust as he casts true resurrection.
*Aaaah*
"You've been around him before that." he says. "I have sources who've seen it."
He shakes his head. "Bits and pieces."
Theren gasps for air, sitting bolt upright. The arrows in his chest crumble to dust.
I… I don’t know…
“Well, we just gotta keep working until we can figure out all that it says.”
“Better?” He asks quietly.
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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.
The man drops down infront of them. "Don't move unless you wanna be dispelled."
"It's an older language I can speak. My father is Hephaestus. God of the Forge and Fire." she cant make out any of the letters.
*By the way do you wanna have Thirteen try to revive Theren?*
They remain utterly motionless, staring at the man.
“Here, maybe you’ll have better luck with this…” She passes the disc to him. “You said your father is a god?”
*yeah. Also just realized that Suhou is literally just Chaos from SA1*
*SA1?*
"Now, little God, what do you have to do with that man...that piece of elven filth?"
"Yeah. My mom was a human mechanic. He fell for her and they had me. Their little demigod." he says bitterly, running his fingers over the metal.
Theren lays motionless at Thirteens feet.
*Sonic Adventure 1*
All I did was find his body… Their telepathic voice sounds scared and confused.
“Can you tell what it says?”
Wordlessly, Thirteen crouches beside him, laboriously maintaining his stoicism. From the deepest part of his satchel he takes out a small, gold-trimmed playing card bearing an image of an empty sarcophagus. “Never thought I’d have to use this…” He murmurs, the card crumbling into golden dust as he casts true resurrection.
*Aaaah*
"You've been around him before that." he says. "I have sources who've seen it."
He shakes his head. "Bits and pieces."
Theren gasps for air, sitting bolt upright. The arrows in his chest crumble to dust.
I… I don’t know…
“Well, we just gotta keep working until we can figure out all that it says.”
“Better?” He asks quietly.
"How do you not know? That makes no sense."
Leo rubs his face tiredly, leaving grease and soot marks.
He nods, looking around. "Thirteen...assassin..."
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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.
“Depending on their portfolio, it’d certainly be important to know exactly who they are.”
Riotan lets out a horrific, unearthly screech that promises brutality in every conceivable manner and starts stalking through the woods, moving like a ghost, old murderous thoughts boiling in his inhuman mind.
He nods "I agree, considering they seem to occasionally succeed in possessing him for short periods. Hmm."
They can hear the guy absolutely jetting away, but then it stops again, until they hear a gunshot as they peak from a bush 120ft away. To hit:15 Damage:24
“I would assume them to be only a vestige or a lesser deity if they rely on possessing mortals.”
The bullet misses by about a quarter of a foot. “Not smart…” Riotan whispers, running at full speed at the shot’s origin.
"I assumed it to be more that they had a connection or a vendetta against Damian, and saw that as the easiest solution. This will require much deeper research."
The Shifter immediately stands back up "OH F*CK!" He begins running again, putting the sniper back over his shoulder.
“Indeed.” Thirteen pulls out several tomes and begins eagerly researching.
Rio doesn’t slow down for a second.
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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.
“Depending on their portfolio, it’d certainly be important to know exactly who they are.”
Riotan lets out a horrific, unearthly screech that promises brutality in every conceivable manner and starts stalking through the woods, moving like a ghost, old murderous thoughts boiling in his inhuman mind.
He nods "I agree, considering they seem to occasionally succeed in possessing him for short periods. Hmm."
They can hear the guy absolutely jetting away, but then it stops again, until they hear a gunshot as they peak from a bush 120ft away. To hit:15 Damage:24
“I would assume them to be only a vestige or a lesser deity if they rely on possessing mortals.”
The bullet misses by about a quarter of a foot. “Not smart…” Riotan whispers, running at full speed at the shot’s origin.
"I assumed it to be more that they had a connection or a vendetta against Damian, and saw that as the easiest solution. This will require much deeper research."
The Shifter immediately stands back up "OH F*CK!" He begins running again, putting the sniper back over his shoulder.
“Indeed.” Thirteen pulls out several tomes and begins eagerly researching.
Rio doesn’t slow down for a second.
He pulls a book out of his pouch, detailing divine possessions throughout history "Hmm."
Riotan slowly catches up, the Shifter stops, putting his hands up, speaking frantically, his voice much more set compared to Sparrow's rough yet kind voice, "Come on man, it's just a job. I ain't even know you. You Sparrow's friend er somethin'?"
“Depending on their portfolio, it’d certainly be important to know exactly who they are.”
Riotan lets out a horrific, unearthly screech that promises brutality in every conceivable manner and starts stalking through the woods, moving like a ghost, old murderous thoughts boiling in his inhuman mind.
He nods "I agree, considering they seem to occasionally succeed in possessing him for short periods. Hmm."
They can hear the guy absolutely jetting away, but then it stops again, until they hear a gunshot as they peak from a bush 120ft away. To hit:15 Damage:24
“I would assume them to be only a vestige or a lesser deity if they rely on possessing mortals.”
The bullet misses by about a quarter of a foot. “Not smart…” Riotan whispers, running at full speed at the shot’s origin.
"I assumed it to be more that they had a connection or a vendetta against Damian, and saw that as the easiest solution. This will require much deeper research."
The Shifter immediately stands back up "OH F*CK!" He begins running again, putting the sniper back over his shoulder.
“Indeed.” Thirteen pulls out several tomes and begins eagerly researching.
Rio doesn’t slow down for a second.
He pulls a book out of his pouch, detailing divine possessions throughout history "Hmm."
Riotan slowly catches up, the Shifter stops, putting his hands up, speaking frantically, his voice much more set compared to Sparrow's rough yet kind voice, "Come on man, it's just a job. I ain't even know you. You Sparrow's friend er somethin'?"
“Find anything?”
Riotan laughs mirthlessly, pulling off his sheaths. “Not in the slightest.”
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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.
Riotan laughs mirthlessly, pulling off his sheaths. “Not in the slightest.”
"It seems Damian's case is especially unique, considering the god who's heart he has is dead. The lingering divine power may be keeping the god alive within him."
He takes out a dagger "Then why are you after me? You ain't his friend, then this ain't your business. I've got a job to do."
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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.'
Riotan laughs mirthlessly, pulling off his sheaths. “Not in the slightest.”
"It seems Damian's case is especially unique, considering the god who's heart he has is dead. The lingering divine power may be keeping the god alive within him."
He takes out a dagger "Then why are you after me? You ain't his friend, then this ain't your business. I've got a job to do."
“Indeed. It would be nice to communicate with the god, but I don’t want to cause Damian any harm.”
“This is about someone else. And don’t try and threaten me with that tiny thing…” Riotan grins at him, slowly stepping closer and closer.
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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.
Riotan laughs mirthlessly, pulling off his sheaths. “Not in the slightest.”
"It seems Damian's case is especially unique, considering the god who's heart he has is dead. The lingering divine power may be keeping the god alive within him."
He takes out a dagger "Then why are you after me? You ain't his friend, then this ain't your business. I've got a job to do."
“Indeed. It would be nice to communicate with the god, but I don’t want to cause Damian any harm.”
“This is about someone else. And don’t try and threaten me with that tiny thing…” Riotan grins at him, slowly stepping closer and closer.
He rubs his chin again "What could we possibly do, there must be some way. Astral projection maybe?"
"Hey, don't get close. Who matters enough to you for you to get in the way, I'm just tryin to kill Sparrow cause I made a deal."
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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.'
*Sonic Adventure 1*
All I did was find his body… Their telepathic voice sounds scared and confused.
“Can you tell what it says?”
Wordlessly, Thirteen crouches beside him, laboriously maintaining his stoicism. From the deepest part of his satchel he takes out a small, gold-trimmed playing card bearing an image of an empty sarcophagus. “Never thought I’d have to use this…” He murmurs, the card crumbling into golden dust as he casts true resurrection.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Byee. I might not be on much tomorrow*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*Aaaah*
"You've been around him before that." he says. "I have sources who've seen it."
He shakes his head. "Bits and pieces."
Theren gasps for air, sitting bolt upright. The arrows in his chest crumble to dust.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Byyyeee*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Wendi?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He turns to see it is holding a gun rather well. It appears to be a semi-automatic pistol of sorts.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I assumed it to be more that they had a connection or a vendetta against Damian, and saw that as the easiest solution. This will require much deeper research."
The Shifter immediately stands back up "OH F*CK!" He begins running again, putting the sniper back over his shoulder.
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.)
"Seems I was wrong." he says, shifting one foot. *Make a perception check*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
I… I don’t know…
“Well, we just gotta keep working until we can figure out all that it says.”
“Better?” He asks quietly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"How do you not know? That makes no sense."
Leo rubs his face tiredly, leaving grease and soot marks.
He nods, looking around. "Thirteen...assassin..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Indeed.” Thirteen pulls out several tomes and begins eagerly researching.
Rio doesn’t slow down for a second.
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 pulls a book out of his pouch, detailing divine possessions throughout history "Hmm."
Riotan slowly catches up, the Shifter stops, putting his hands up, speaking frantically, his voice much more set compared to Sparrow's rough yet kind voice, "Come on man, it's just a job. I ain't even know you. You Sparrow's friend er somethin'?"
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.)
*cut*
I don’t remember a lot… especially people.
Loriche smiles reassuringly at him. “But first maybe we should get some sleep?”
“Who were they?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Strange..."
"Yeah maybe.."
"They had a mask...it was black with a red hand on it.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Find anything?”
Riotan laughs mirthlessly, pulling off his sheaths. “Not in the slightest.”
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 seems Damian's case is especially unique, considering the god who's heart he has is dead. The lingering divine power may be keeping the god alive within him."
He takes out a dagger "Then why are you after me? You ain't his friend, then this ain't your business. I've got a job to do."
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.)
C-can I go…?
”Alright.” Loriche slumps against a tree, sighing.
“Any other features you could make out?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Indeed. It would be nice to communicate with the god, but I don’t want to cause Damian any harm.”
“This is about someone else. And don’t try and threaten me with that tiny thing…” Riotan grins at him, slowly stepping closer and closer.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The man nods, yanking the arrow free.
Leo leans against her, exhausted.
He shakes his head no
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He rubs his chin again "What could we possibly do, there must be some way. Astral projection maybe?"
"Hey, don't get close. Who matters enough to you for you to get in the way, I'm just tryin to kill Sparrow cause I made a deal."
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.)