He drops a coin on the ground, making a hole that seems to fall all the way to Hell, “Well, enjoy the fall.” He jumps down.
Static runs through her body as he blushes, puffing up her fur, “T-thanks, the puffed up fur makes you even c-cuter.”
She can be hear sitting down, silence following for a while before he says “I… I love you Saphuno, but I don’t want you getting involved in this again. If they find out, they will come after you too. If that happens… I’ll make choices I won’t regret.”
"Geronimo.." he says, sighing as he steps into the hole
"Careful with your shocks, Thor." She says coldy, igniting her forefinger and poking his tongue.
"Are you Damian?" A voice says from behind him. When he turns around, he sees Yuki, a polar bear woman. *milf btw*
He’s suddenly standing in Donquixote’s room, which is just a TV, bed, couch, and single table. There is a bathroom. Don has taken his shirt off, and is getting ready to sleep on the couch.
He smiles nervously “Sorry. I was just feeling sparks between us.” He chuckles softly at the pun.
*Great, another one.* He cuts the telepathic connection after saying a few more ‘I love yous’ He turns to them, “That would be me, that was surprisingly fast. Now, if you could do a favor, leave, and keep my wife out of this.”
"Whoa, whoa, whoa.. I don't wanna put you out or anything..." Zephyr says, moving Don off the couch and taking his spot.
She giggles, smiling genuinely. "it's late, or is it early?... I don't know anymore..."
*You like it* "What wife? I have no idea what you're talking about." She says with a wink. "I just so happened to come across you, but it appears as if you need this." She holds out a round bottom flask, corked with a golden topper.
He shakes his head “I sleep on the couch most days anyway, usually fully dressed and definitely not sober.” He chuckles, “You’re the guest here anyway.”
He matches the smile, though it fades for a moment “We should go, your parents are probably really worried.”
*Not denying that.*
He nods, smiling slightly. He takes the flask, putting it on his belt so he doesn’t forget it “Thanks, this’ll probably end up being a life saver.” He sighs, cracking his neck “Time to figure out how to con some gods.”
He grabs his covers from the couch, and crashes down on the bed, wrapping an arm around them.
He does exactly what she says, holding tight to her as they zoom back to the tavern, his head back in her fur, not a fan of high speed travel like this.
He nods along with them “Yeah, I can believe flattery works, but in the situation I’m in, I might just need a bit more, I’ve done this before, and things didn’t go well the first time.” He chuckles, remembering the good old days for a moment “You should get my brother, he’ll be able to help.”
Stroth is dressed in a black lace bodysuit, the lace stitched to look like snakes crawling up her body. She is outside, blood completely covering his hands and body. Before her on the ground is an elf woman, still somehow alive and breathing. Stroth is ripping her open and eating her flesh, humming happily. The woman screams and sobs in pain and Stroth chuckles "I saw you looking at my lover.. I can't tolerate that." She simply says.
Alix is pacing around, dressed in traditional robes for his people. He appears to be working on a small wooden statue as he paces, using his woodcarving tools. His fur is extra fluffy today, looking a bit like a cotton ball of white fur.
Samaratian is in town buying items for his restaurant. He is dressed in a black hoodie, shorts, and his signature golden mask.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Stroth is dressed in a black lace bodysuit, the lace stitched to look like snakes crawling up her body. She is outside, blood completely covering his hands and body. Before her on the ground is an elf woman, still somehow alive and breathing. Stroth is ripping her open and eating her flesh, humming happily. The woman screams and sobs in pain and Stroth chuckles "I saw you looking at my lover.. I can't tolerate that." She simply says.
Samaratian is in town buying items for his restaurant. He is dressed in a black hoodie, shorts, and his signature golden mask.
*Huh, Stroth really is possessive, fun. Oh and good morning.*
She sees two twins walking around town, beautifully radiant sisters. Their clothes look Wild West age, modest despite their attitude suggesting the opposite. The Brunette with curved horns and perfectly void eyes, and the Blonde with sharp horns and milky white eyes. They don’t seem to speak much, but watch Stroth consume with small smiles on their faces.
Rag is also getting things for his stews, mainly vegetables that aren’t scavengable in the area and spoons that won’t break under his strength so easily.
Stroth is dressed in a black lace bodysuit, the lace stitched to look like snakes crawling up her body. She is outside, blood completely covering his hands and body. Before her on the ground is an elf woman, still somehow alive and breathing. Stroth is ripping her open and eating her flesh, humming happily. The woman screams and sobs in pain and Stroth chuckles "I saw you looking at my lover.. I can't tolerate that." She simply says.
Samaratian is in town buying items for his restaurant. He is dressed in a black hoodie, shorts, and his signature golden mask.
*Huh, Stroth really is possessive, fun. Oh and good morning.*
She sees two twins walking around town, beautifully radiant sisters. Their clothes look Wild West age, modest despite their attitude suggesting the opposite. The Brunette with curved horns and perfectly void eyes, and the Blonde with sharp horns and milky white eyes. They don’t seem to speak much, but watch Stroth consume with small smiles on their faces.
Rag is also getting things for his stews, mainly vegetables that aren’t scavengable in the area and spoons that won’t break under his strength so easily.
She whips around, her features to melt off her face like hot wax for a moment, but when they blink, she is back to normal. She grins, her teeth stained with blood. "I know you."
Samaritan watches and shakes his head "Those won't do ya any good, use those hearty root vegetables. They hold up better."
Xan is outside, vaping. He just woke up and has a massive hangover.
Isaac comes outside and sits next to him
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
He grabs his covers from the couch, and crashes down on the bed, wrapping an arm around them.
He does exactly what she says, holding tight to her as they zoom back to the tavern, his head back in her fur, not a fan of high speed travel like this.
He nods along with them “Yeah, I can believe flattery works, but in the situation I’m in, I might just need a bit more, I’ve done this before, and things didn’t go well the first time.” He chuckles, remembering the good old days for a moment “You should get my brother, he’ll be able to help.”
"hehe.." he says, snuggling up to them, already ready to conk out. "Warm.."
"Brace for braking.." She says as she skids to a halt in front of the door to the tavern.
"What's his name? I can try and find him." She says, tilting her head.
He snores softly, holding them as he rests. *Yay, a happy ending once more.*
His grip isn’t strong enough and he’s sent flying, luckily, he controls wind as well as lightning and thunder. He blows himself into the sky, before slowly lowering himself back down, shaking slightly.
“Santviento Alterious, he’s my twin brother, other than the fact he’s an Aasimar. Looks smarter than me, usually has angel blood on him.”
He shakes his head “I sleep on the couch most days anyway, usually fully dressed and definitely not sober.” He chuckles, “You’re the guest here anyway.”
He matches the smile, though it fades for a moment “We should go, your parents are probably really worried.”
*Not denying that.*
He nods, smiling slightly. He takes the flask, putting it on his belt so he doesn’t forget it “Thanks, this’ll probably end up being a life saver.” He sighs, cracking his neck “Time to figure out how to con some gods.”
*Cut for Salem.*
He grabs his covers from the couch, and crashes down on the bed, wrapping an arm around them.
He does exactly what she says, holding tight to her as they zoom back to the tavern, his head back in her fur, not a fan of high speed travel like this.
He nods along with them “Yeah, I can believe flattery works, but in the situation I’m in, I might just need a bit more, I’ve done this before, and things didn’t go well the first time.” He chuckles, remembering the good old days for a moment “You should get my brother, he’ll be able to help.”
Stroth is dressed in a black lace bodysuit, the lace stitched to look like snakes crawling up her body. She is outside, blood completely covering his hands and body. Before her on the ground is an elf woman, still somehow alive and breathing. Stroth is ripping her open and eating her flesh, humming happily. The woman screams and sobs in pain and Stroth chuckles "I saw you looking at my lover.. I can't tolerate that." She simply says.
Alix is pacing around, dressed in traditional robes for his people. He appears to be working on a small wooden statue as he paces, using his woodcarving tools. His fur is extra fluffy today, looking a bit like a cotton ball of white fur.
Samaratian is in town buying items for his restaurant. He is dressed in a black hoodie, shorts, and his signature golden mask.
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
(hi wendo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Ello!*
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
(how are you)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Eh tired.*
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
(same. can I rp with xan?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Huh, Stroth really is possessive, fun. Oh and good morning.*
She sees two twins walking around town, beautifully radiant sisters. Their clothes look Wild West age, modest despite their attitude suggesting the opposite. The Brunette with curved horns and perfectly void eyes, and the Blonde with sharp horns and milky white eyes. They don’t seem to speak much, but watch Stroth consume with small smiles on their faces.
Rag is also getting things for his stews, mainly vegetables that aren’t scavengable in the area and spoons that won’t break under his strength so easily.
*Course!*
Xan is outside, vaping. He just woke up and has a massive hangover.
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 whips around, her features to melt off her face like hot wax for a moment, but when they blink, she is back to normal. She grins, her teeth stained with blood. "I know you."
Samaritan watches and shakes his head "Those won't do ya any good, use those hearty root vegetables. They hold up better."
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
Isaac comes outside and sits next to him
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He snores softly, holding them as he rests. *Yay, a happy ending once more.*
His grip isn’t strong enough and he’s sent flying, luckily, he controls wind as well as lightning and thunder. He blows himself into the sky, before slowly lowering himself back down, shaking slightly.
“Santviento Alterious, he’s my twin brother, other than the fact he’s an Aasimar. Looks smarter than me, usually has angel blood on him.”
*See ya later dude.*
Xna smiles "Hey there."
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