"I haven't seen him for a bit, but did you see the glass she broke? Something is wrong.. She needs space for now, but eventually... she's gonna break down and sob..."
"How peculiar.. Are you truly my boyfriend?" She says, shifting to a bipedal form, scooping him up and holding him like an infant.
He sighs and leans back "I... I don't think this is my place right now. I mean, I want to be able to help, but I don't know if I could, no matter what I could possibly do."
The cat has the same marking on it, the runes he had before. He rubs his head against her, purring softly, looking them in the eyes.
"No, when it comes down to it, she'll need me.. so don't worry your pretty little head about it."
"Have you done this on purpose? Or, are you under a curse?"
He blushes, leaning against them "O-okay. I hope it isn't anything dangerous, you're strong, stronger than me."
They meow at her, nipping softly at her fingers lovingly, doing his best not to hurt.
She wraps an arm around him, smiling. "I got it, no sweat."
"No signs of distress.. Well, two can play at this game mister.." She sets him down on the ground and shifts to a smaller, catlike form, rubbing against his side as she walks past him.
He flushes once more "I believe you." He says, smiling back at her.
They purr slowly once more, circling and following after them slowly, their eyes dilating to giant orange circles of joy. They pouch onto her, giving her cat kisses.
She ruffles his hair, smiling. She moves her paw away, yawning.
Her eyes follow him lazily as she 'kisses' back, purring gently.
He holds them, “You should probably get some sleep, we’ve been awake for a while.” He says, making sparks pass in between his fingers.
He rolls off of her, laying on the grass next, his fur shifting colors in waves with wild magic.
"Yeah..." She says, standing up and looking down at him, ready to give him a hug.
"So pretty...." She says, staring at Clem
He stands up with them, giving her a hug first “I should getting going to bed, it’s been one of the best days I’ve ever had.” He moves to her face, giving her a quick kiss before quickly trying to shuffle upstairs.
He “Rahs” at her in return, and suddenly, with another pop he’s back to normal, “Huh, wild magic.”
*I want to add more food theming to Hyacinthe, but I'm not sure what to add.*
*Maybe they use their cooking utensils as weapons as well? A cauldron of boiling oil to deep-fry their enemies with, perchance? That's the only ideas I have off the top of my head.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Oh, no, you don't get off that easy" She says, grabbing his shirt and pulling him backwards.
"Awww, that was fun.." She says, reverting to a bipedal state.
He is easily pulls back, turning around, his cheeks beet red, chuckling nervously, a cracked bit of a smile on his face.
He gives them another kiss “Next time I turn into a cat I’ll make sure to come to you.”
She grabs his face and gives him a longer, actually good kiss, pulling away and smiling. "Thank you for bugging me, I'd probably be hunting deer by now if it weren't for you~" She says, booping his nose.
"You nibbled my fingers, very gently... it was so cute~" She hugs him softly.
His entire face turns red, though he had leaned into the kiss, he tries to speak but nothing comes out, he just makes a small sound before walking upstairs to his room. The sound of soft cheering can be heard from upstairs.
He hugs her back, “I didn’t know what to do, I just did what a cat would do, so I started loving you how I could~”
Thane is sitting, his knees to his chest, watching the sun set. His red scales shining in the sunlight, making him look radiant. His Bowler hat straight on his head, his axe on his side, the runes on his body slightly faded. His strong, muscular body just sitting on the porch.
*I want to add more food theming to Hyacinthe, but I'm not sure what to add.*
*Maybe they use their cooking utensils as weapons as well? A cauldron of boiling oil to deep-fry their enemies with, perchance? That's the only ideas I have off the top of my head.*
*Xavier has a massive spoon, I wouldn't be upset if you gave one to Hyacinthe. shrugs*
*Hmmm... perhaps I just add a culinary flavor to his spells, clothing, or weapons. Like his swords could be obscenely long knives, and he could have food embroidered on his justacorps once he gets set up with cash for indulgences.*
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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.
Hyacinthe is stretching out the skins of the deer on tanning racks. After selling the meat he and Sparrow hunted for, he is dressed in moderately better clothing (IE, a set of commoner's garb). He looks almost like an actual person now.
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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.
*I want to add more food theming to Hyacinthe, but I'm not sure what to add.*
*Maybe they use their cooking utensils as weapons as well? A cauldron of boiling oil to deep-fry their enemies with, perchance? That's the only ideas I have off the top of my head.*
*Xavier has a massive spoon, I wouldn't be upset if you gave one to Hyacinthe. shrugs*
*Hmmm... perhaps I just add a culinary flavor to his spells, clothing, or weapons. Like his swords could be obscenely long knives, and he could have food embroidered on his justacorps once he gets set up with cash for indulgences.*
*Have you played Payday two? If you have, you may know the notorious Golden Spoon weapon, which not only is one of the strongest melee weapons, but also adds burn damage. Just thought you might want to give him a massive spoon.*
"Oh, no, you don't get off that easy" She says, grabbing his shirt and pulling him backwards.
"Awww, that was fun.." She says, reverting to a bipedal state.
He is easily pulls back, turning around, his cheeks beet red, chuckling nervously, a cracked bit of a smile on his face.
He gives them another kiss “Next time I turn into a cat I’ll make sure to come to you.”
She grabs his face and gives him a longer, actually good kiss, pulling away and smiling. "Thank you for bugging me, I'd probably be hunting deer by now if it weren't for you~" She says, booping his nose.
"You nibbled my fingers, very gently... it was so cute~" She hugs him softly.
His entire face turns red, though he had leaned into the kiss, he tries to speak but nothing comes out, he just makes a small sound before walking upstairs to his room. The sound of soft cheering can be heard from upstairs.
He hugs her back, “I didn’t know what to do, I just did what a cat would do, so I started loving you how I could~”
Thane is sitting, his knees to his chest, watching the sun set. His red scales shining in the sunlight, making him look radiant. His Bowler hat straight on his head, his axe on his side, the runes on his body slightly faded. His strong, muscular body just sitting on the porch.
She chuckles, heading to her own room as well.
"Well, it was very nice." She breaks away, shifting back to her four legged form and laying out in the sun, sighing as she gets comfy.
"Trinkets, Cups, and the like! Fresh from the Boramir region!" Calls out Lacai as he walks down the street. He wheels his cart up to Thane, smiling. "Hello, sir, how are you?"
*you're my guinea pig for my new character. I might even let you name him*
Sitting in the tavern, taking up half of the bench at one booth, is an aged and grey, battleworn tabaxi. He is quite clearly of the lion variety, and has a calming nature about him. He is towering and muscular, and has decided to forgoe his armor forever more. His mane is luxurious and grey, as is most of the rest of him, including his right eye, which bears no color and a diagonal scar over it.
He lays back in the sun as well, curling around her and soaking up the sun. Sighing deeply, closing their eyes.
Thane looks to them, his milky white eyes looking, burrowing into theirs, his neck moving making the sound of crunching bone. His voice rumbling, kind but deep “In endless pain.”
An equally aged man in full plate armor walks into the tavern. He has grey hair, an eyepatch, a broad shield, and a spiked nice at his side. He looks to the remains of the counter, grumbling something about it before doing what he can to help. Once that’s done he sits at one of the booths. *Love being a guinea.*
He stands up with them, giving her a hug first “I should getting going to bed, it’s been one of the best days I’ve ever had.” He moves to her face, giving her a quick kiss before quickly trying to shuffle upstairs.
He “Rahs” at her in return, and suddenly, with another pop he’s back to normal, “Huh, wild magic.”
*Alrighty, I'm back from the void!*
Traitor is birdwatching in the woods.
KK is at the Inn, writing something on a notepad.
Coterie is also at the Inn, listening to the radio.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I want to add more food theming to Hyacinthe, but I'm not sure what to do.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Baguette sword. I mean, it’s stereotypical but like, it would be funny.*
*Maybe they use their cooking utensils as weapons as well? A cauldron of boiling oil to deep-fry their enemies with, perchance? That's the only ideas I have off the top of my head.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He is easily pulls back, turning around, his cheeks beet red, chuckling nervously, a cracked bit of a smile on his face.
He gives them another kiss “Next time I turn into a cat I’ll make sure to come to you.”
*Once again, I will add many a characters if not.*
His entire face turns red, though he had leaned into the kiss, he tries to speak but nothing comes out, he just makes a small sound before walking upstairs to his room. The sound of soft cheering can be heard from upstairs.
He hugs her back, “I didn’t know what to do, I just did what a cat would do, so I started loving you how I could~”
Thane is sitting, his knees to his chest, watching the sun set. His red scales shining in the sunlight, making him look radiant. His Bowler hat straight on his head, his axe on his side, the runes on his body slightly faded. His strong, muscular body just sitting on the porch.
*Hmmm... perhaps I just add a culinary flavor to his spells, clothing, or weapons. Like his swords could be obscenely long knives, and he could have food embroidered on his justacorps once he gets set up with cash for indulgences.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Hyacinthe is stretching out the skins of the deer on tanning racks. After selling the meat he and Sparrow hunted for, he is dressed in moderately better clothing (IE, a set of commoner's garb). He looks almost like an actual person now.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Have you played Payday two? If you have, you may know the notorious Golden Spoon weapon, which not only is one of the strongest melee weapons, but also adds burn damage. Just thought you might want to give him a massive spoon.*
He lays back in the sun as well, curling around her and soaking up the sun. Sighing deeply, closing their eyes.
Thane looks to them, his milky white eyes looking, burrowing into theirs, his neck moving making the sound of crunching bone. His voice rumbling, kind but deep “In endless pain.”
An equally aged man in full plate armor walks into the tavern. He has grey hair, an eyepatch, a broad shield, and a spiked nice at his side. He looks to the remains of the counter, grumbling something about it before doing what he can to help. Once that’s done he sits at one of the booths. *Love being a guinea.*