The gnoll takes one look at her, then places an object wrapped in wax paper on the counter. He leans on his fist like a bartender. "Did you know that sugar can preserve vegetables, fruits, and even meat? Dried and crystalized, jarred in syrup, mashed into jelly, or, one of my favorites..." He opens the package to reveal a heart perfectly preserved in some sort of pink, jiggling solid. "Packed in jelly. It keeps for months, and the jelly is made of boiled-down collagen from animals, making it safe for carnivores." He opens his coat and pulls out a silver fork, offering it to her. "Wanna try?"
She pushes away the fork "How 'bout we get ta know each other a little first, nice ta meet ya." She holds out a hand "Ya seem well educated, I'm Merabelle, some call me the Black Blood, but don't worry 'bout that. This is a good lookin' candy shop, an' I didn't know that stuff." She says, just as friendly as always, revealing her fangs.
*Back!*
He shakes her hand. "Gideon Shuemen, pleasure to meet ya." The back of his pink-dyed paw has a brand on it, marking him as a criminal when he got it and until the appendage is removed, which itself would be an act of punishment or penance. A permanent mark of stigma, even among criminals. This one is rendered only unto those who have killed many high-class individuals, and was rarely used as the convicted were usually executed before the brand could be placed.
The gnoll takes one look at her, then places an object wrapped in wax paper on the counter. He leans on his fist like a bartender. "Did you know that sugar can preserve vegetables, fruits, and even meat? Dried and crystalized, jarred in syrup, mashed into jelly, or, one of my favorites..." He opens the package to reveal a heart perfectly preserved in some sort of pink, jiggling solid. "Packed in jelly. It keeps for months, and the jelly is made of boiled-down collagen from animals, making it safe for carnivores." He opens his coat and pulls out a silver fork, offering it to her. "Wanna try?"
She pushes away the fork "How 'bout we get ta know each other a little first, nice ta meet ya." She holds out a hand "Ya seem well educated, I'm Merabelle, some call me the Black Blood, but don't worry 'bout that. This is a good lookin' candy shop, an' I didn't know that stuff." She says, just as friendly as always, revealing her fangs.
*Back!*
He shakes her hand. "Gideon Shuemen, pleasure to meet ya." The back of his pink-dyed paw has a brand on it, marking him as a criminal when he got it and until the appendage is removed, which itself would be an act of punishment or penance. A permanent mark of stigma, even among criminals. This one is rendered only unto those who have killed many high-class individuals, and was rarely used as the convicted were usually executed before the brand could be placed.
She raises an eyebrow upon seeing the brand “Now ain’t that somethin’, ya got a criminal past do ya Gideon? Don’t worry, when yer with me, yer among friends in that aspect, ya ain’t the only criminal in this room.” She says, slapping his shoulder softly, being friendly.
".... It's hard to explain. I'm like a human but not entirely. I was a human at one point but then I wasn't." He tries to explain.
She refuses to let go of him, nodding "... I am stupid.."
"Mn, most of my magic just lies in healing.'
He nods "I get ya, somethin' happen and now ya ain't the same. Do ya have any more o' those healin' potions from befer?"
"No you aren't. Don't say that again." He says, rubbing her back softly "You are the smartest person I'll ever done met, emotions just ain't yer strongest." He says, looking to her just as softly and lovingly.
"Oh, so if I come back to you after a fight, you can heal me, and then I can fight again."
*Oh crud, are you chasing the deer into the road.*
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
*I have returned, with both milk and weed.*
*I get violent in the dark, because I’m afraid for the exact same reasons.*
*Back!*
He shakes her hand. "Gideon Shuemen, pleasure to meet ya." The back of his pink-dyed paw has a brand on it, marking him as a criminal when he got it and until the appendage is removed, which itself would be an act of punishment or penance. A permanent mark of stigma, even among criminals. This one is rendered only unto those who have killed many high-class individuals, and was rarely used as the convicted were usually executed before the brand could be placed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Deer are scary.*
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
*I can guarantee that I won't be able to stop my car in time lol.*
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
(some kid tried to kick my feet out from under me while I was walking -v- )
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
*Still unable. You will be one pancake.*
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
*Terrifying, I just can’t handle it.*
She raises an eyebrow upon seeing the brand “Now ain’t that somethin’, ya got a criminal past do ya Gideon? Don’t worry, when yer with me, yer among friends in that aspect, ya ain’t the only criminal in this room.” She says, slapping his shoulder softly, being friendly.
*Salem?*
(you want to rp wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
*If you want to continue Wendi.*
*I cast GUN! PREPARE TO MEET GOD!*
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 superior land of milk and weed, where the highs are everlasting.*