The lanky oni snaps his fingers, causing the deer to freeze for a moment, unable to find the source. The signal. He moves with terrifying speed, stabbing a stag in the eye with the sword, killing it instantly. A creature with prey reflexes and mighty speed, and he managed to get in front of it and execute it in an instant.
He follows after them quickly, going for an overhead swing inbetween two of the deer, decapitating them both with one clean swing. The deer’s bodies grow to the ground as he sheaths the blade, leaning down to them “Four of em, that seems good to me.”
"I counted three, but either way it's still more than we could eat in a day. I should be able to buy some actual clothes with what we'll earn from this. I'd suggest claiming any bits you want now, and we'll split the rest 50/50. Ooh, it feels good to say that! I haven't felt good about killing in over a hundred years!"
He shakes his head no, raising a hand “I ain’t need the money, you should take everythin’ you can end up gettin’. I’ll be fine without it. It does feel good to go on the hunt again without havin’ to kill nobody sentient.”
"People can be cruel to those they view as different. That makes him even better, in my eyes. He's seen the worst of humanity, and he still chooses to love and trust. It's incredible." Felix puts a hand on Amygdon's wrist, casting Lesser Restoration to make the scales look healthier.
He heals the scales slightly, though they still look far from healthy. He nods with the sage words of Felix “It truly makes him better than most of us could hope to be, despite what he was made to be, he became the best he possibly could hope to be. He was put, made to destroy, and yet, he tries his hardest not to.”
"It sucks to be made for a purpose you don't want, especially when you're good at it. I can't say I know exactly what it's like, but I can relate." He pats Tim on the head, heaving to reach up slightly to do so. "You're a great kid, Tim."
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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.
A woman in a flower-adorned witch hat is outside, sitting on a bench and reading a book on undead. (sorry, not peony.)
*Sure but i will be on and off.*
Amphitrite, a fellow Witch, is creating healing salves to use for later.
Gloria looks up at the other witch. "Nice hat"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"People can be cruel to those they view as different. That makes him even better, in my eyes. He's seen the worst of humanity, and he still chooses to love and trust. It's incredible." Felix puts a hand on Amygdon's wrist, casting Lesser Restoration to make the scales look healthier.
He heals the scales slightly, though they still look far from healthy. He nods with the sage words of Felix “It truly makes him better than most of us could hope to be, despite what he was made to be, he became the best he possibly could hope to be. He was put, made to destroy, and yet, he tries his hardest not to.”
"It sucks to be made for a purpose you don't want, especially when you're good at it. I can't say I know exactly what it's like, but I can relate." He pats Tim on the head, heaving to reach up slightly to do so. "You're a great kid, Tim."
Tim smiles back at them, and Amygdon pats their head the same “Truly, it has been tough keeping him from what wants to harm him, including himself, but with his willingness to help things have gotten easier as of late.”
*Does anyone want to rp? If so, here are the characters.*
Samaritan storms through the bustling kitchen, his voice booming as he reprimands the staff to quicken their pace. The clatter of pots and the sizzling of ingredients fill the air, but his authoritative presence demands immediate compliance. Meanwhile, in his office, he meticulously tallies the restaurant's earnings, a thick cigar firmly gripped between the teeth of his middle head, smoke curling lazily around him as he assesses the day's success.
Stroth sits in the bustling tavern, her fingers deftly tracing intricate sigils onto the surfaces of nearby objects. With each delicate stroke, she imbues them with hidden power, transforming mundane items into formidable weapons ready for battle. The glow of the tavern's flickering candles reflects off her concentrated face, illuminating the bizarre symbols that swirl together, hinting at secrets waiting to be unleashed.
Home is beating the absolute living [GP] out of a body writhing in the body bag, his face cold and neutral despite the body's scream for help.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I counted three, but either way it's still more than we could eat in a day. I should be able to buy some actual clothes with what we'll earn from this. I'd suggest claiming any bits you want now, and we'll split the rest 50/50. Ooh, it feels good to say that! I haven't felt good about killing in over a hundred years!"
He shakes his head no, raising a hand “I ain’t need the money, you should take everythin’ you can end up gettin’. I’ll be fine without it. It does feel good to go on the hunt again without havin’ to kill nobody sentient.”
He chuckles. "Killing people is never fun. S'not meant to be. I think, and thi'is just my thought on the subject, God gave us murder so us strong folk would recognize how utterly insignificant we are. You can be as strong as the heavens' rage, but you'll never be more than just one man. You can be better, but you'll never be more impor'nt."
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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.
"It sucks to be made for a purpose you don't want, especially when you're good at it. I can't say I know exactly what it's like, but I can relate." He pats Tim on the head, heaving to reach up slightly to do so. "You're a great kid, Tim."
Tim smiles back at them, and Amygdon pats their head the same “Truly, it has been tough keeping him from what wants to harm him, including himself, but with his willingness to help things have gotten easier as of late.”
"How did you raise such a beautiful boy, Amygdon? I really want to know. Perhaps I can teach my students to be like him if I learn."
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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.
A woman in a flower-adorned witch hat is outside, sitting on a bench and reading a book on undead. (sorry, not peony.)
Merabelle sees the witch, working on a little witching of her own, using veils of her own black tears in experiments.
Gloria is curious, sneaking tentative peeks from her book
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
A woman in a flower-adorned witch hat is outside, sitting on a bench and reading a book on undead. (sorry, not peony.)
*Sure but i will be on and off.*
Amphitrite, a fellow Witch, is creating healing salves to use for later.
Gloria looks up at the other witch. "Nice hat"
Amphrites body is curled around a tree, her scales glittering purple-white in the sun. She looks up "Ah, its a hood but thank you child."
"I'm 27." she says dryly.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
A woman in a flower-adorned witch hat is outside, sitting on a bench and reading a book on undead. (sorry, not peony.)
Merabelle sees the witch, working on a little witching of her own, using veils of her own black tears in experiments.
Gloria is curious, sneaking tentative peeks from her book
They shrug, before downing one of the veils, spots on their body beginning to glow with what appears to be starlight.
"What is that made of?"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"It sucks to be made for a purpose you don't want, especially when you're good at it. I can't say I know exactly what it's like, but I can relate." He pats Tim on the head, heaving to reach up slightly to do so. "You're a great kid, Tim."
Tim smiles back at them, and Amygdon pats their head the same “Truly, it has been tough keeping him from what wants to harm him, including himself, but with his willingness to help things have gotten easier as of late.”
"How did you raise such a beautiful boy, Amygdon? I really want to know. Perhaps I can teach my students to be like him if I learn."
He shrugs, Tim sitting down and beginning to make pottery, appearing to be the master Amygdon is trying to imitate "I genuinely don't know, it a miracle I couldn't have predicted."
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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.'
He shakes his head no, raising a hand “I ain’t need the money, you should take everythin’ you can end up gettin’. I’ll be fine without it. It does feel good to go on the hunt again without havin’ to kill nobody sentient.”
*Sure but i will be on and off.*
Amphitrite, a fellow Witch, is creating healing salves to use for later.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It sucks to be made for a purpose you don't want, especially when you're good at it. I can't say I know exactly what it's like, but I can relate." He pats Tim on the head, heaving to reach up slightly to do so. "You're a great kid, Tim."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Gloria looks up at the other witch. "Nice hat"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Merabelle sees the witch, working on a little witching of her own, using veils of her own black tears in experiments.
Tim smiles back at them, and Amygdon pats their head the same “Truly, it has been tough keeping him from what wants to harm him, including himself, but with his willingness to help things have gotten easier as of late.”
*Does anyone want to rp? If so, here are the characters.*
Samaritan storms through the bustling kitchen, his voice booming as he reprimands the staff to quicken their pace. The clatter of pots and the sizzling of ingredients fill the air, but his authoritative presence demands immediate compliance. Meanwhile, in his office, he meticulously tallies the restaurant's earnings, a thick cigar firmly gripped between the teeth of his middle head, smoke curling lazily around him as he assesses the day's success.
Stroth sits in the bustling tavern, her fingers deftly tracing intricate sigils onto the surfaces of nearby objects. With each delicate stroke, she imbues them with hidden power, transforming mundane items into formidable weapons ready for battle. The glow of the tavern's flickering candles reflects off her concentrated face, illuminating the bizarre symbols that swirl together, hinting at secrets waiting to be unleashed.
Home is beating the absolute living [GP] out of a body writhing in the body bag, his face cold and neutral despite the body's scream for help.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Amphrites body is curled around a tree, her scales glittering purple-white in the sun. She looks up "Ah, its a hood but thank you child."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I would Wendi, but I’ve got to go soon, and I don’t want to start something just to leave after like two posts. Real sorry.*
He chuckles. "Killing people is never fun. S'not meant to be. I think, and thi'is just my thought on the subject, God gave us murder so us strong folk would recognize how utterly insignificant we are. You can be as strong as the heavens' rage, but you'll never be more than just one man. You can be better, but you'll never be more impor'nt."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*aww okay..*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Yeah, I'm in pretty much the same boat. I gotta run DND soon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"How did you raise such a beautiful boy, Amygdon? I really want to know. Perhaps I can teach my students to be like him if I learn."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Gloria is curious, sneaking tentative peeks from her book
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"I'm 27." she says dryly.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*BACK BABY! Not even death can keep this Jester down, call me Luffy!*
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.)
*kay*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
They shrug, before downing one of the veils, spots on their body beginning to glow with what appears to be starlight.
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.)
"What is that made of?"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
He shrugs, Tim sitting down and beginning to make pottery, appearing to be the master Amygdon is trying to imitate "I genuinely don't know, it a miracle I couldn't have predicted."
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.)