"I'd love to help!" She also slightly chuckles as well, grinning and briefly showing teeth that are sharper than the average humanoid's. "Oh, I almost forgot- what's your name?"
“Sylvan. Yours?” He grabs a handful of ones he is sure are safe and starts rinsing them off before cutting them up.
"You can call me Trai- I mean, Omori. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sylvan."
“You too, Omori. Are you ok with meat or would that be a problem? Secondary question, have you tried Star dust before?” When he asks these questions, he opens an overhead cabinet filled with large slabs of salted meat and underneath many spices.
"I'd love to help!" She also slightly chuckles as well, grinning and briefly showing teeth that are sharper than the average humanoid's. "Oh, I almost forgot- what's your name?"
“Sylvan. Yours?” He grabs a handful of ones he is sure are safe and starts rinsing them off before cutting them up.
"You can call me Trai- I mean, Omori. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sylvan."
“You too, Omori. Are you ok with meat or would that be a problem? Secondary question, have you tried Star dust before?” When he asks these questions, he opens an overhead cabinet filled with large slabs of salted meat and underneath many spices.
"For the first, that wouldn't be a problem at all. For the second, I don't believe I have tried that before." She watches with great interest.
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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)
*Is it really a hot dog if you've the when dog hot it?🤔🤔🤔*
*Why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food?*
*tee hee*
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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 tall tiger tabaxi in a silk coat and hat is just outside the inn, touting a breakthrough in golem technology. His winning fanged smile as he speaks draws in small crowds. A Sign near him on the cobblestones says in vintage font "Taika Mathide, inventor extraordinaire"
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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
Her eyes darken. "They will be boiled into stew." She says simply.
He holds her shoulders, shaking his head slightly “D-don’t… they’re Sparrow’s family.” He looks into her eyes, his milk white.
Her body lengthens and stretches until she stands at about 11 feet tall with needle-like teeth. She puts her long claws on his shoulders. "A grandmother..." she whispers into his ear, "is the head of the family. And she decides who lives and who dies. Who gets to remain in the family. Sparrow will recover." She slinks back into the dark, her eyes glimmering like coins in the shadows before they disappear with the rest of her. "They will not."
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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'd love to help!" She also slightly chuckles as well, grinning and briefly showing teeth that are sharper than the average humanoid's. "Oh, I almost forgot- what's your name?"
“Sylvan. Yours?” He grabs a handful of ones he is sure are safe and starts rinsing them off before cutting them up.
"You can call me Trai- I mean, Omori. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sylvan."
“You too, Omori. Are you ok with meat or would that be a problem? Secondary question, have you tried Star dust before?” When he asks these questions, he opens an overhead cabinet filled with large slabs of salted meat and underneath many spices.
"For the first, that wouldn't be a problem at all. For the second, I don't believe I have tried that before." She watches with great interest.
“Great. I will put a dash on the side for you to try. You don’t have to though.” He pulls a slab down, along with a spice bottle filled with a glimmering substance, almost like salt, but seemingly smaller. He then gets to work. If you were to compare Sylvan’s form of cooking to any media, it would be as great as Romeo and Juliet, but that’s only from watching and not tasting. Still, he seems to know what he is doing.
Her eyes darken. "They will be boiled into stew." She says simply.
He holds her shoulders, shaking his head slightly “D-don’t… they’re Sparrow’s family.” He looks into her eyes, his milk white.
Her body lengthens and stretches until she stands at about 11 feet tall with needle-like teeth. She puts her long claws on his shoulders. "A grandmother..." she whispers into his ear, "is the head of the family. And she decides who lives and who dies. Who gets to remain in the family. Sparrow will recover." She slinks back into the dark, her eyes glimmering like coins in the shadows before they disappear with the rest of her. "They will not."
He doesn’t follow, sitting back with his knees pressed against his chest, unsure of what to do, only knowing that grandma is going to handle it, somehow, someway.
Father Luciano is sharpening what appears to be a spear made entirely out of silvery metal. It's shaft is designed to be lightweight compared to the sharp head which has slim blade. He hums to himself as he does, a song of Celtic origin.
A numerous amount of deaths have recently been reported. Ranging from stab would to straight out arson on a home. William, a bit worried that it might get traced back to him despite not being the cause of it, is sitting at the bar. He appears to be writing something in his journal.
Stroth, well, is being Stroth. She is giggling madly as she skins an owlbear and removes it's claws, beak, and eyes. Slowly, she is cutting apart it's meat and harvesting organs and bones.
"I'd love to help!" She also slightly chuckles as well, grinning and briefly showing teeth that are sharper than the average humanoid's. "Oh, I almost forgot- what's your name?"
“Sylvan. Yours?” He grabs a handful of ones he is sure are safe and starts rinsing them off before cutting them up.
"You can call me Trai- I mean, Omori. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sylvan."
“You too, Omori. Are you ok with meat or would that be a problem? Secondary question, have you tried Star dust before?” When he asks these questions, he opens an overhead cabinet filled with large slabs of salted meat and underneath many spices.
"For the first, that wouldn't be a problem at all. For the second, I don't believe I have tried that before." She watches with great interest.
“Great. I will put a dash on the side for you to try. You don’t have to though.” He pulls a slab down, along with a spice bottle filled with a glimmering substance, almost like salt, but seemingly smaller. He then gets to work. If you were to compare Sylvan’s form of cooking to any media, it would be as great as Romeo and Juliet, but that’s only from watching and not tasting. Still, he seems to know what he is doing.
The aberration helps him with the cooking as best she can: This help is mostly limited to fetching and measuring different ingredients when they are needed, though, as she doesn't want to interfere with his process.
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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)
A tall tiger tabaxi in a silk coat and hat is just outside the inn, touting a breakthrough in golem technology. His winning fanged smile as he speaks draws in small crowds. A Sign near him on the cobblestones says in vintage font "Taika Mathide, inventor extraordinaire"
*car salesman time*
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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
Father Luciano is sharpening what appears to be a spear made entirely out of silvery metal. It's shaft is designed to be lightweight compared to the sharp head which has slim blade. He hums to himself as he does, a song of Celtic origin.
A numerous amount of deaths have recently been reported. Ranging from stab would to straight out arson on a home. William, a bit worried that it might get traced back to him despite not being the cause of it, is sitting at the bar. He appears to be writing something in his journal.
Stroth, well, is being Stroth. She is giggling madly as she skins an owlbear and removes it's claws, beak, and eyes. Slowly, she is cutting apart it's meat and harvesting organs and bones.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine? It’s cool if you don’t, I’m kinda just here anyway.*
Father Luciano is sharpening what appears to be a spear made entirely out of silvery metal. It's shaft is designed to be lightweight compared to the sharp head which has slim blade. He hums to himself as he does, a song of Celtic origin.
A numerous amount of deaths have recently been reported. Ranging from stab would to straight out arson on a home. William, a bit worried that it might get traced back to him despite not being the cause of it, is sitting at the bar. He appears to be writing something in his journal.
Stroth, well, is being Stroth. She is giggling madly as she skins an owlbear and removes it's claws, beak, and eyes. Slowly, she is cutting apart it's meat and harvesting organs and bones.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine? It’s cool if you don’t, I’m kinda just here anyway.*
*Any of them are fine. Sorry, my brain is kfhwkfnfk.z
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Father Luciano is sharpening what appears to be a spear made entirely out of silvery metal. It's shaft is designed to be lightweight compared to the sharp head which has slim blade. He hums to himself as he does, a song of Celtic origin.
A numerous amount of deaths have recently been reported. Ranging from stab would to straight out arson on a home. William, a bit worried that it might get traced back to him despite not being the cause of it, is sitting at the bar. He appears to be writing something in his journal.
Stroth, well, is being Stroth. She is giggling madly as she skins an owlbear and removes it's claws, beak, and eyes. Slowly, she is cutting apart it's meat and harvesting organs and bones.
KK stumbles across this scene by pure chance, watching Stroth disassemble the animal with a morbid curiosity. She also starts making sketches of the owlbear's anatomy.
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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)
Stroth, well, is being Stroth. She is giggling madly as she skins an owlbear and removes it's claws, beak, and eyes. Slowly, she is cutting apart it's meat and harvesting organs and bones.
*It’s okay, don’t worry about it.*
Merabelle is walking through the woods, whistling to herself as she strolls. She sees Stroth and decides to walk over and see what’s going. She is a wearing a white shirt and overalls, stained with blood and paint.
Father Luciano is sharpening what appears to be a spear made entirely out of silvery metal. It's shaft is designed to be lightweight compared to the sharp head which has slim blade. He hums to himself as he does, a song of Celtic origin.
A numerous amount of deaths have recently been reported. Ranging from stab would to straight out arson on a home. William, a bit worried that it might get traced back to him despite not being the cause of it, is sitting at the bar. He appears to be writing something in his journal.
Stroth, well, is being Stroth. She is giggling madly as she skins an owlbear and removes it's claws, beak, and eyes. Slowly, she is cutting apart it's meat and harvesting organs and bones.
KK stumbles across this scene by pure chance, watching Stroth disassemble the animal with a morbid curiosity. She also starts making sketches of the owlbear's anatomy.
Stroth laughs madly and figs a small sack out of the owlbears gut.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth, well, is being Stroth. She is giggling madly as she skins an owlbear and removes it's claws, beak, and eyes. Slowly, she is cutting apart it's meat and harvesting organs and bones.
*It’s okay, don’t worry about it.*
Merabelle is walking through the woods, whistling to herself as she strolls. She sees Stroth and decides to walk over and see what’s going. She is a wearing a white shirt and overalls, stained with blood and paint.
Stroth grins at her, baring sharp teeth
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Father Luciano is sharpening what appears to be a spear made entirely out of silvery metal. It's shaft is designed to be lightweight compared to the sharp head which has slim blade. He hums to himself as he does, a song of Celtic origin.
A numerous amount of deaths have recently been reported. Ranging from stab would to straight out arson on a home. William, a bit worried that it might get traced back to him despite not being the cause of it, is sitting at the bar. He appears to be writing something in his journal.
Stroth, well, is being Stroth. She is giggling madly as she skins an owlbear and removes it's claws, beak, and eyes. Slowly, she is cutting apart it's meat and harvesting organs and bones.
KK stumbles across this scene by pure chance, watching Stroth disassemble the animal with a morbid curiosity. She also starts making sketches of the owlbear's anatomy.
Stroth laughs madly and figs a small sack out of the owlbears gut.
She walks a bit closer, still sketching. "Impressive work. May I ask what that is?" She points with her pen at the curio fished from the beast's stomach.
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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)
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“You too, Omori. Are you ok with meat or would that be a problem? Secondary question, have you tried Star dust before?” When he asks these questions, he opens an overhead cabinet filled with large slabs of salted meat and underneath many spices.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Sorry I disappeared, so sorry.*
“They… are why I’m like this. They…” He stops, his eyes and ears begin to bleed at the mention of the Valentines.
Her eyes darken. "They will be boiled into stew." She says simply.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"For the first, that wouldn't be a problem at all. For the second, I don't believe I have tried that before." She watches with great interest.
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 holds her shoulders, shaking his head slightly “D-don’t… they’re Sparrow’s family.” He looks into her eyes, his milk white.
*tee hee*
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
Her body lengthens and stretches until she stands at about 11 feet tall with needle-like teeth. She puts her long claws on his shoulders. "A grandmother..." she whispers into his ear, "is the head of the family. And she decides who lives and who dies. Who gets to remain in the family. Sparrow will recover." She slinks back into the dark, her eyes glimmering like coins in the shadows before they disappear with the rest of her. "They will not."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Great. I will put a dash on the side for you to try. You don’t have to though.” He pulls a slab down, along with a spice bottle filled with a glimmering substance, almost like salt, but seemingly smaller. He then gets to work. If you were to compare Sylvan’s form of cooking to any media, it would be as great as Romeo and Juliet, but that’s only from watching and not tasting. Still, he seems to know what he is doing.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He doesn’t follow, sitting back with his knees pressed against his chest, unsure of what to do, only knowing that grandma is going to handle it, somehow, someway.
Father Luciano is sharpening what appears to be a spear made entirely out of silvery metal. It's shaft is designed to be lightweight compared to the sharp head which has slim blade. He hums to himself as he does, a song of Celtic origin.
A numerous amount of deaths have recently been reported. Ranging from stab would to straight out arson on a home. William, a bit worried that it might get traced back to him despite not being the cause of it, is sitting at the bar. He appears to be writing something in his journal.
Stroth, well, is being Stroth. She is giggling madly as she skins an owlbear and removes it's claws, beak, and eyes. Slowly, she is cutting apart it's meat and harvesting organs and bones.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The aberration helps him with the cooking as best she can: This help is mostly limited to fetching and measuring different ingredients when they are needed, though, as she doesn't want to interfere with his process.
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)
*car salesman time*
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
*Do you want to deal with any of mine? It’s cool if you don’t, I’m kinda just here anyway.*
*Any of them are fine. Sorry, my brain is kfhwkfnfk.z
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
KK stumbles across this scene by pure chance, watching Stroth disassemble the animal with a morbid curiosity. She also starts making sketches of the owlbear's anatomy.
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)
*It’s okay, don’t worry about it.*
Merabelle is walking through the woods, whistling to herself as she strolls. She sees Stroth and decides to walk over and see what’s going. She is a wearing a white shirt and overalls, stained with blood and paint.
Stroth laughs madly and figs a small sack out of the owlbears gut.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Stroth grins at her, baring sharp teeth
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She walks a bit closer, still sketching. "Impressive work. May I ask what that is?" She points with her pen at the curio fished from the beast's stomach.
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)