Its jaw works for a moment as it is now its own turn to think. "Your heart... I'd like to learn to have your heart."
He nods “Thank you… I would want to help you along that journey. It took me a long time to reach here, you shouldn’t have to go through what I did to be here.”
It gazes off into space, and he can sense it trying to catch a thought. "My Father... you remind me of him... a similar pain, but a different solution. Did you... lose someone, Ragnerious?"
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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.
He gives him a firm, but not crushing handshake “Nice to meet you Noctis, you seem strong, though I doubt fighting you would be a wise choice. What brings you to town?”
"I might have messed with Vespera's teleportation circle and we ended up here instead of hell." Noctis says, eyes darting to the left for a moment and chuckling.
He chuckles with them “Isn’t that fun, I’m not sure many people like being in Hell anyway. Though I do like it myself, warm, pleasant, not a lot of people who want to kill me that can kill me.”
"Dad's a Demon Lord of Pride, so we have reason to visit on occasion. This place is more interesting though, even if it's quaint by comparison."
“Oh it’s not every day you meet someone who’s father is a demon lord, except for maybe Damian, but he doesn’t even know his own family tree.” He chuckles “This place is the most interesting I’ve been to yet.”
"Well, I wouldn't be a pride demon if I didn't indulge in speaking of my lineage at least a little bit. It's what pops would tell me anyways. How long have you been in this town, anything interesting happen here recently?"
It looks up at her with wonder. "This place feels so real... you seem so real... I've never been past The Beach before. I'm not used to these things." It reaches out a twisted claw to try and touch the snake-dragon. "I've never seen such... scales. That's what they are. Strong and dry. My siblings had scales like yours, but they had slime and fins too."
The dragon gets closer so the creature can better reach her. "Just take your time, I know such a transition of realities can be hard on the mind. Do you recall how you might have crossed over?"
Its hands are not meant for grasping things, more for mangling anything it touches. It doesn't even have the strength to do that, or perhaps it's being exceedingly gentle. Its touch is barely felt. "I was dreamt... and I was awakened. I washed up on the beach with my siblings. They were writhing, soft things, mashed and splattered. I stood, and was the only one to stand. I cared for them, my brutalized brood, but the tides pushed me away, and I awoke here"
"I see, tis a great sorrow I feel for them, but memories will live far beyond their presence so long as you keep them with you. I will keep a thought for them, so they may last a little while longer still. As for you, can you exist in this space young one? Or should we try to find a way to return you to the tides beyond the material realm?" the dragon sings gently as she uses her large body to shield the abomination from the light.
Its jaw works for a moment as it is now its own turn to think. "Your heart... I'd like to learn to have your heart."
He nods “Thank you… I would want to help you along that journey. It took me a long time to reach here, you shouldn’t have to go through what I did to be here.”
It gazes off into space, and he can sense it trying to catch a thought. "My Father... you remind me of him... a similar pain, but a different solution. Did you... lose someone, Ragnerious?"
He gulps, tearing up slightly before rubbing it away and nodding “I… had a son, I loved him more than anything else, I lost him… maybe that’s what fueled my kindness towards you.”
Traitor is in the forest, in a clearing amidst the trees that was not there until about a few minutes ago- the stumps of butchered trees jutting from the ground like jagged teeth, with broken branches and splinters scattered across soil wet with the inky blood of two eldritch beings. She is visibly both exhausted and grievously wounded, falling to one knee and taking slow labored breaths- though the Seer seems to be in a far worse state. The Seer is still standing, but only barely- a mess of splintered bone and flesh held together into as close of a humanoid shape as their steadily fading aberrant powers can muster.
After a few seconds, the Seer collapses, breaking into a mess of rotten remains upon falling to the forest floor. It is done. Traitor stands with some difficulty, begins walking back towards the Inn... and collapses as well a few seconds later.
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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)
Its hands are not meant for grasping things, more for mangling anything it touches. It doesn't even have the strength to do that, or perhaps it's being exceedingly gentle. Its touch is barely felt. "I was dreamt... and I was awakened. I washed up on the beach with my siblings. They were writhing, soft things, mashed and splattered. I stood, and was the only one to stand. I cared for them, my brutalized brood, but the tides pushed me away, and I awoke here"
"I see, tis a great sorrow I feel for them, but memories will live far beyond their presence so long as you keep them with you. I will keep a thought for them, so they may last a little while longer still. As for you, can you exist in this space young one? Or should we try to find a way to return you to the tides beyond the material realm?" the dragon sings gently as she uses her large body to shield the abomination from the light.
"I think... I think I can survive." It slowly stands, its flesh reshaping to form rudimentary clothes in an attempt to mimic her protection from the light. "To be a dream, forever asleep, is to never live. If I give up, I will have thrown away a chance that my siblings never had the chance to receive. We all craved to awaken, to be real... none of us knew the risks, as our father, our Farmind, never intended our creation, and hardly had time for us."
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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.
Its hands are not meant for grasping things, more for mangling anything it touches. It doesn't even have the strength to do that, or perhaps it's being exceedingly gentle. Its touch is barely felt. "I was dreamt... and I was awakened. I washed up on the beach with my siblings. They were writhing, soft things, mashed and splattered. I stood, and was the only one to stand. I cared for them, my brutalized brood, but the tides pushed me away, and I awoke here"
"I see, tis a great sorrow I feel for them, but memories will live far beyond their presence so long as you keep them with you. I will keep a thought for them, so they may last a little while longer still. As for you, can you exist in this space young one? Or should we try to find a way to return you to the tides beyond the material realm?" the dragon sings gently as she uses her large body to shield the abomination from the light.
"I think... I think I can survive." It slowly stands, its flesh reshaping to form rudimentary clothes in an attempt to mimic her protection from the light. "To be a dream, forever asleep, is to never live. If I give up, I will have thrown away a chance that my siblings never had the chance to receive. We all craved to awaken, to be real... none of us knew the risks, as our father, our Farmind, never intended our creation, and hardly had time for us."
"Alright then, take your time to gather yourself. The forest can be a haven until you are ready to venture further." the dragon sings softly.
Traitor is in the forest, in a clearing amidst the trees that was not there until about a few minutes ago- the stumps of butchered trees jutting from the ground like jagged teeth, with broken branches and splinters scattered across soil wet with the inky blood of two eldritch beings. She is visibly both exhausted and grievously wounded, falling to one knee and taking slow labored breaths- though the Seer seems to be in a far worse state. The Seer is still standing, but only barely- a mess of splintered bone and flesh held together into as close of a humanoid shape as their steadily fading aberrant powers can muster.
After a few seconds, the Seer collapses, breaking into a mess of rotten remains upon falling to the forest floor. It is done. Traitor stands with some difficulty, begins walking back towards the Inn... and collapses as well a few seconds later.
As Traitor lays there on the forest floor, she begins to here a rhythmic vibration course through the earth as the sound of a deep female voice singing a song in ancient tongue slowly begins to fill the space. Plant life begins to grow thicker, taller, and more lush. The animals become invigorated and healthier. The branches of the trees above begin to shift and creak, leaves rustling as a large serpentine dragon graceful walks and crawls along the pathway of branches forming before her.
Traitor is in the forest, in a clearing amidst the trees that was not there until about a few minutes ago- the stumps of butchered trees jutting from the ground like jagged teeth, with broken branches and splinters scattered across soil wet with the inky blood of two eldritch beings. She is visibly both exhausted and grievously wounded, falling to one knee and taking slow labored breaths- though the Seer seems to be in a far worse state. The Seer is still standing, but only barely- a mess of splintered bone and flesh held together into as close of a humanoid shape as their steadily fading aberrant powers can muster.
After a few seconds, the Seer collapses, breaking into a mess of rotten remains upon falling to the forest floor. It is done. Traitor stands with some difficulty, begins walking back towards the Inn... and collapses as well a few seconds later.
As Traitor lays there on the forest floor, she begins to here a rhythmic vibration course through the earth as the sound of a deep female voice singing a song in ancient tongue slowly begins to fill the space. Plant life begins to grow thicker, taller, and more lush. The animals become invigorated and healthier. The branches of the trees above begin to shift and creak, leaves rustling as a large serpentine dragon graceful walks and crawls along the pathway of branches forming before her.
Traitor looks up at the dragon, not rising from the floor. "...H... Hello?.." She weakly rasps, pain stifling her voice.
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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)
Traitor is in the forest, in a clearing amidst the trees that was not there until about a few minutes ago- the stumps of butchered trees jutting from the ground like jagged teeth, with broken branches and splinters scattered across soil wet with the inky blood of two eldritch beings. She is visibly both exhausted and grievously wounded, falling to one knee and taking slow labored breaths- though the Seer seems to be in a far worse state. The Seer is still standing, but only barely- a mess of splintered bone and flesh held together into as close of a humanoid shape as their steadily fading aberrant powers can muster.
After a few seconds, the Seer collapses, breaking into a mess of rotten remains upon falling to the forest floor. It is done. Traitor stands with some difficulty, begins walking back towards the Inn... and collapses as well a few seconds later.
As Traitor lays there on the forest floor, she begins to here a rhythmic vibration course through the earth as the sound of a deep female voice singing a song in ancient tongue slowly begins to fill the space. Plant life begins to grow thicker, taller, and more lush. The animals become invigorated and healthier. The branches of the trees above begin to shift and creak, leaves rustling as a large serpentine dragon graceful walks and crawls along the pathway of branches forming before her.
Traitor looks up at the dragon, not rising from the floor. "...H... Hello?.." She weakly rasps, pain stifling her voice.
She would hear a shift in the song after she speaks up, as lichen begins to cover her wounds to stop the bleeding and slowly sooth her pain. A voice gently sings out. "Such grievous wounds you have sustained young one, let my song heal them." The dragon's head and long neck slowly draws closer, a cobra-like hood loosely open.
Traitor is in the forest, in a clearing amidst the trees that was not there until about a few minutes ago- the stumps of butchered trees jutting from the ground like jagged teeth, with broken branches and splinters scattered across soil wet with the inky blood of two eldritch beings. She is visibly both exhausted and grievously wounded, falling to one knee and taking slow labored breaths- though the Seer seems to be in a far worse state. The Seer is still standing, but only barely- a mess of splintered bone and flesh held together into as close of a humanoid shape as their steadily fading aberrant powers can muster.
After a few seconds, the Seer collapses, breaking into a mess of rotten remains upon falling to the forest floor. It is done. Traitor stands with some difficulty, begins walking back towards the Inn... and collapses as well a few seconds later.
As Traitor lays there on the forest floor, she begins to here a rhythmic vibration course through the earth as the sound of a deep female voice singing a song in ancient tongue slowly begins to fill the space. Plant life begins to grow thicker, taller, and more lush. The animals become invigorated and healthier. The branches of the trees above begin to shift and creak, leaves rustling as a large serpentine dragon graceful walks and crawls along the pathway of branches forming before her.
Traitor looks up at the dragon, not rising from the floor. "...H... Hello?.." She weakly rasps, pain stifling her voice.
She would hear a shift in the song after she speaks up, as lichen begins to cover her wounds to stop the bleeding and slowly sooth her pain. A voice gently sings out. "Such grievous wounds you have sustained young one, let my song heal them." The dragon's head and long neck slowly draws closer, a cobra-like hood loosely open.
The abomination, feeling her strength returning, slowly gets up from the floor, resting on her knees. "I... I cannot thank you enough."
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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)
Traitor is in the forest, in a clearing amidst the trees that was not there until about a few minutes ago- the stumps of butchered trees jutting from the ground like jagged teeth, with broken branches and splinters scattered across soil wet with the inky blood of two eldritch beings. She is visibly both exhausted and grievously wounded, falling to one knee and taking slow labored breaths- though the Seer seems to be in a far worse state. The Seer is still standing, but only barely- a mess of splintered bone and flesh held together into as close of a humanoid shape as their steadily fading aberrant powers can muster.
After a few seconds, the Seer collapses, breaking into a mess of rotten remains upon falling to the forest floor. It is done. Traitor stands with some difficulty, begins walking back towards the Inn... and collapses as well a few seconds later.
As Traitor lays there on the forest floor, she begins to here a rhythmic vibration course through the earth as the sound of a deep female voice singing a song in ancient tongue slowly begins to fill the space. Plant life begins to grow thicker, taller, and more lush. The animals become invigorated and healthier. The branches of the trees above begin to shift and creak, leaves rustling as a large serpentine dragon graceful walks and crawls along the pathway of branches forming before her.
Traitor looks up at the dragon, not rising from the floor. "...H... Hello?.." She weakly rasps, pain stifling her voice.
She would hear a shift in the song after she speaks up, as lichen begins to cover her wounds to stop the bleeding and slowly sooth her pain. A voice gently sings out. "Such grievous wounds you have sustained young one, let my song heal them." The dragon's head and long neck slowly draws closer, a cobra-like hood loosely open.
The abomination, feeling her strength returning, slowly gets up from the floor, resting on her knees. "I... I cannot thank you enough."
"I simply ask that you give yourself a few days to rest before you risk your health again." The dragon says. "Now, do you need help returning to the town at the edge of the forest?"
It gazes off into space, and he can sense it trying to catch a thought. "My Father... you remind me of him... a similar pain, but a different solution. Did you... lose someone, Ragnerious?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, I wouldn't be a pride demon if I didn't indulge in speaking of my lineage at least a little bit. It's what pops would tell me anyways. How long have you been in this town, anything interesting happen here recently?"
"I see, tis a great sorrow I feel for them, but memories will live far beyond their presence so long as you keep them with you. I will keep a thought for them, so they may last a little while longer still. As for you, can you exist in this space young one? Or should we try to find a way to return you to the tides beyond the material realm?" the dragon sings gently as she uses her large body to shield the abomination from the light.
He gulps, tearing up slightly before rubbing it away and nodding “I… had a son, I loved him more than anything else, I lost him… maybe that’s what fueled my kindness towards you.”
*Gtg yall. Sorry.*
*Good morning once more, everyone!*
Traitor is in the forest, in a clearing amidst the trees that was not there until about a few minutes ago- the stumps of butchered trees jutting from the ground like jagged teeth, with broken branches and splinters scattered across soil wet with the inky blood of two eldritch beings. She is visibly both exhausted and grievously wounded, falling to one knee and taking slow labored breaths- though the Seer seems to be in a far worse state. The Seer is still standing, but only barely- a mess of splintered bone and flesh held together into as close of a humanoid shape as their steadily fading aberrant powers can muster.
After a few seconds, the Seer collapses, breaking into a mess of rotten remains upon falling to the forest floor. It is done. Traitor stands with some difficulty, begins walking back towards the Inn... and collapses as well a few seconds later.
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 think... I think I can survive." It slowly stands, its flesh reshaping to form rudimentary clothes in an attempt to mimic her protection from the light. "To be a dream, forever asleep, is to never live. If I give up, I will have thrown away a chance that my siblings never had the chance to receive. We all craved to awaken, to be real... none of us knew the risks, as our father, our Farmind, never intended our creation, and hardly had time for us."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*kfhwkndjd*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Yay, I've got a dnd session!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Huzzah! Here's hoping the session goes well!*
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)
"Alright then, take your time to gather yourself. The forest can be a haven until you are ready to venture further." the dragon sings softly.
*when you make a sad character.z
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
As Traitor lays there on the forest floor, she begins to here a rhythmic vibration course through the earth as the sound of a deep female voice singing a song in ancient tongue slowly begins to fill the space. Plant life begins to grow thicker, taller, and more lush. The animals become invigorated and healthier. The branches of the trees above begin to shift and creak, leaves rustling as a large serpentine dragon graceful walks and crawls along the pathway of branches forming before her.
Traitor looks up at the dragon, not rising from the floor. "...H... Hello?.." She weakly rasps, pain stifling her voice.
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)
She would hear a shift in the song after she speaks up, as lichen begins to cover her wounds to stop the bleeding and slowly sooth her pain. A voice gently sings out. "Such grievous wounds you have sustained young one, let my song heal them." The dragon's head and long neck slowly draws closer, a cobra-like hood loosely open.
The abomination, feeling her strength returning, slowly gets up from the floor, resting on her knees. "I... I cannot thank you enough."
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)
*The Houndmaster in DBD is now my favorite killer. I can pet the pup!!*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I simply ask that you give yourself a few days to rest before you risk your health again." The dragon says. "Now, do you need help returning to the town at the edge of the forest?"
*Gud Boiz*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*It's incredibly easy, if you aim it right, to round up survivor's.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]