There is the hum of a lullaby weaving through the woods. A rather different creature walks amongst the woodland path. It has the head of a black goat, it's eyes bright gold. Curved golden horns sprout from the black fur. It's ears are pierced with golden loops that glitter a bit. It wears an impeccable suit made from fine fabrics with golden buttons. It twin tails flick back and forth as it walks. It carries a golden pitchfork in one hand, using it to move aside foliage of the path.
"Gods above if I knew this place would be this overgrown!" He mutters, his tone low and gentle like a father's.
*[in deep british accent] I do say, these neadrethols nary mow their grass {Consumes tin can}*
*W h y.*
*Because no depression and i love the image :>*
*I'm feeding you to the terriers.*
*nuuuu, not the doggos!* *I can't defend from them D:*
There is the hum of a lullaby weaving through the woods. A rather different creature walks amongst the woodland path. It has the head of a black goat, it's eyes bright gold. Curved golden horns sprout from the black fur. It's ears are pierced with golden loops that glitter a bit. It wears an impeccable suit made from fine fabrics with golden buttons. It twin tails flick back and forth as it walks. It carries a golden pitchfork in one hand, using it to move aside foliage of the path.
"Gods above if I knew this place would be this overgrown!" He mutters, his tone low and gentle like a father's.
Loriche hears the voice as she grinds her magic axe, and abruptly turns to face the noise.
She can see Donn, the Archfey of Nightmares, walking down the path to the tavern.
Having absolutely no knowledge of any local folklore from after 700 years ago, all Loriche sees is funny goat man. “Yo!” She yells at him, waving enthusiastically.
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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.
"Cool. Wait. Hold on a second, did you just... give up your creative freedom... the one thing you said defined you... because you wanted everything else back?" He grins. "Take it all. For free. Keep the blueprint too, if you want."
"Nothing, I just... I just reminded myself of something, is all. The terms of a bargain I accepted."
Kiko is surprised, but doesn't try to object- she doesn't want to risk squandering this kindness. "Wha... I... Thank you- for your time and your generosity."
He lays against her. "If you ever wanna talk..."
He chuckles. "All I ever wanted was for you to realize how good you have it. Now, a little detail. That blueprint only applied if you wanted to build the thing yourself. If you, say, wanted it made entirely out of dreamstuff, it would be simple, moral, easy... I mean, if you still want it."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There is the hum of a lullaby weaving through the woods. A rather different creature walks amongst the woodland path. It has the head of a black goat, it's eyes bright gold. Curved golden horns sprout from the black fur. It's ears are pierced with golden loops that glitter a bit. It wears an impeccable suit made from fine fabrics with golden buttons. It twin tails flick back and forth as it walks. It carries a golden pitchfork in one hand, using it to move aside foliage of the path.
"Gods above if I knew this place would be this overgrown!" He mutters, his tone low and gentle like a father's.
*[in deep british accent] I do say, these neadrethols nary mow their grass {Consumes tin can}*
*W h y.*
*Because no depression and i love the image :>*
*I'm feeding you to the terriers.*
*nuuuu, not the doggos!* *I can't defend from them D:*
*The terrier council has deemed you unfit to give kisses to.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
There is the hum of a lullaby weaving through the woods. A rather different creature walks amongst the woodland path. It has the head of a black goat, it's eyes bright gold. Curved golden horns sprout from the black fur. It's ears are pierced with golden loops that glitter a bit. It wears an impeccable suit made from fine fabrics with golden buttons. It twin tails flick back and forth as it walks. It carries a golden pitchfork in one hand, using it to move aside foliage of the path.
"Gods above if I knew this place would be this overgrown!" He mutters, his tone low and gentle like a father's.
Loriche hears the voice as she grinds her magic axe, and abruptly turns to face the noise.
She can see Donn, the Archfey of Nightmares, walking down the path to the tavern.
Having absolutely no knowledge of any local folklore from after 700 years ago, all Loriche sees is funny goat man. “Yo!” She yells at him, waving enthusiastically.
He turns to look at her, tilting his head "Oh, good morrow."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
There is the hum of a lullaby weaving through the woods. A rather different creature walks amongst the woodland path. It has the head of a black goat, it's eyes bright gold. Curved golden horns sprout from the black fur. It's ears are pierced with golden loops that glitter a bit. It wears an impeccable suit made from fine fabrics with golden buttons. It twin tails flick back and forth as it walks. It carries a golden pitchfork in one hand, using it to move aside foliage of the path.
"Gods above if I knew this place would be this overgrown!" He mutters, his tone low and gentle like a father's.
*[in deep british accent] I do say, these neadrethols nary mow their grass {Consumes tin can}*
*W h y.*
*Because no depression and i love the image :>*
*I'm feeding you to the terriers.*
*nuuuu, not the doggos!* *I can't defend from them D:*
*The terrier council has deemed you unfit to give kisses to.*
There is the hum of a lullaby weaving through the woods. A rather different creature walks amongst the woodland path. It has the head of a black goat, it's eyes bright gold. Curved golden horns sprout from the black fur. It's ears are pierced with golden loops that glitter a bit. It wears an impeccable suit made from fine fabrics with golden buttons. It twin tails flick back and forth as it walks. It carries a golden pitchfork in one hand, using it to move aside foliage of the path.
"Gods above if I knew this place would be this overgrown!" He mutters, his tone low and gentle like a father's.
*[in deep british accent] I do say, these neadrethols nary mow their grass {Consumes tin can}*
*W h y.*
*Because no depression and i love the image :>*
*I'm feeding you to the terriers.*
*nuuuu, not the doggos!* *I can't defend from them D:*
*The terrier council has deemed you unfit to give kisses to.*
*nuuuu! [hug]* *Please, i beg for mercy!*
*(Throws you into the pit.)*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Felix slams into Rag, hugging him. "I didn't mean to kill him!" He bawls. "I... I didn't know that..."
He buries his face into Rag's body. "I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry..."
He holds him, letting him cry, being the comfort he needs "Your choices aren't justified by your feelings, but that doesn't mean you were wrong to feel this way. I want you to know Felix, you are a better man than I am, and because of that, you will find a way to forgive yourself, grow from this moment, and possibly even be forgiven along the road."
"Everyone keeps saying that! I'm not a better man! I've killed so many animals and people and monsters, some of them just because they got in the way!" He sobs into Rag's massive abs.
"A-and now... I'm making it your problem..." he can barely speak through his tears, "...because I can't even handle it myself!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Oh dear, I’m sorry. I forget sometimes that not all require as little rest as elves do.” Thirteen smiles apologetically.
She smiles, revealing sharp, handcrafted fangs replacing some of her teeth "Well nice to meet ya Riotan, I'm Merabell."
She shakes her head before taking a large drink of coffee "I'll be fine, I haven't slept in a while, but talking will certainly keep me awake."
“Like the Noonday Devil?”
“Paracelsus, you need sleep. I learned when I became a fully-fledged academic that a pure, clean, healthy life, as free as possible from deprivation, addiction, or dependence, is the key to success.”
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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.
*Biting on another hard candy, yep it’s ya boi Jester, ruining his teeth once more. Oh yeah, another thing, I eat Sunflower seeds whole, shells and all.*
There is the hum of a lullaby weaving through the woods. A rather different creature walks amongst the woodland path. It has the head of a black goat, it's eyes bright gold. Curved golden horns sprout from the black fur. It's ears are pierced with golden loops that glitter a bit. It wears an impeccable suit made from fine fabrics with golden buttons. It twin tails flick back and forth as it walks. It carries a golden pitchfork in one hand, using it to move aside foliage of the path.
"Gods above if I knew this place would be this overgrown!" He mutters, his tone low and gentle like a father's.
Loriche hears the voice as she grinds her magic axe, and abruptly turns to face the noise.
She can see Donn, the Archfey of Nightmares, walking down the path to the tavern.
Having absolutely no knowledge of any local folklore from after 700 years ago, all Loriche sees is funny goat man. “Yo!” She yells at him, waving enthusiastically.
He turns to look at her, tilting his head "Oh, good morrow."
She chuckles. “It’s today, not tomorrow. You silly…”
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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.
*Biting on another hard candy, yep it’s ya boi Jester, ruining his teeth once more. Oh yeah, another thing, I eat Sunflower seeds whole, shells and all.*
*well, at least it’s better than my sister eating shrimp shells*
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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.
There is the hum of a lullaby weaving through the woods. A rather different creature walks amongst the woodland path. It has the head of a black goat, it's eyes bright gold. Curved golden horns sprout from the black fur. It's ears are pierced with golden loops that glitter a bit. It wears an impeccable suit made from fine fabrics with golden buttons. It twin tails flick back and forth as it walks. It carries a golden pitchfork in one hand, using it to move aside foliage of the path.
"Gods above if I knew this place would be this overgrown!" He mutters, his tone low and gentle like a father's.
*[in deep british accent] I do say, these neadrethols nary mow their grass {Consumes tin can}*
*W h y.*
*Because no depression and i love the image :>*
*I'm feeding you to the terriers.*
*nuuuu, not the doggos!* *I can't defend from them D:*
*The terrier council has deemed you unfit to give kisses to.*
*Biting on another hard candy, yep it’s ya boi Jester, ruining his teeth once more. Oh yeah, another thing, I eat Sunflower seeds whole, shells and all.*
Felix slams into Rag, hugging him. "I didn't mean to kill him!" He bawls. "I... I didn't know that..."
He buries his face into Rag's body. "I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry..."
He holds him, letting him cry, being the comfort he needs "Your choices aren't justified by your feelings, but that doesn't mean you were wrong to feel this way. I want you to know Felix, you are a better man than I am, and because of that, you will find a way to forgive yourself, grow from this moment, and possibly even be forgiven along the road."
"Everyone keeps saying that! I'm not a better man! I've killed so many animals and people and monsters, some of them just because they got in the way!" He sobs into Rag's massive abs.
"A-and now... I'm making it your problem..." he can barely speak through his tears, "...because I can't even handle it myself!"
He looks down at them, “I don’t think you understand, I’ve killed for the sake of killing, for the sake of someone being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I have been worse than the monsters I’ve killed, I was not worthy of being considered a person for the longest time. You… love yourself or I will for you.” He says, hugging them tightly, but not enough to crush “You really are a better man, believe me on that.”
*Not much lol.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*nuuuu, not the doggos!*
*I can't defend from them D:*
Having absolutely no knowledge of any local folklore from after 700 years ago, all Loriche sees is funny goat man. “Yo!” She yells at him, waving enthusiastically.
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 lays against her. "If you ever wanna talk..."
He chuckles. "All I ever wanted was for you to realize how good you have it. Now, a little detail. That blueprint only applied if you wanted to build the thing yourself. If you, say, wanted it made entirely out of dreamstuff, it would be simple, moral, easy... I mean, if you still want it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*The terrier council has deemed you unfit to give kisses to.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He turns to look at her, tilting his head "Oh, good morrow."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*nuuuu! [hug]*
*Please, i beg for mercy!*
*(Throws you into the pit.)*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Everyone keeps saying that! I'm not a better man! I've killed so many animals and people and monsters, some of them just because they got in the way!" He sobs into Rag's massive abs.
"A-and now... I'm making it your problem..." he can barely speak through his tears, "...because I can't even handle it myself!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Like the Noonday Devil?”
“Paracelsus, you need sleep. I learned when I became a fully-fledged academic that a pure, clean, healthy life, as free as possible from deprivation, addiction, or dependence, is the key to success.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Biting on another hard candy, yep it’s ya boi Jester, ruining his teeth once more. Oh yeah, another thing, I eat Sunflower seeds whole, shells and all.*
She chuckles. “It’s today, not tomorrow. You silly…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*well, at least it’s better than my sister eating shrimp shells*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*[insert mufasa being yoted]*
*the unholy urge to make a character named John Mann who is just like the most shallow stereotypical man in existence.*
*Felix just don’t napalm the next cannibal Olive Garden you come across*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Are your teeth made of steel?*
He looks down at them, “I don’t think you understand, I’ve killed for the sake of killing, for the sake of someone being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I have been worse than the monsters I’ve killed, I was not worthy of being considered a person for the longest time. You… love yourself or I will for you.” He says, hugging them tightly, but not enough to crush “You really are a better man, believe me on that.”
*OH GOD HE’S BACK RAISE THE DEFENSES*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*also the Alaric Wendigo dynamic duo will always be enjoyable to witness*