"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, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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."
"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, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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
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.
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.
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.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"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, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“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.
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
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, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*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
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
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.
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
Stroth grins at her, baring sharp teeth
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 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)