So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Hearthstone is shopping for a new scarf while admiring the shops displays in town.
Leo is working on Festus. He has deep bags under his eyes and his hands are shaky.
Apollon is talking to a spirit in the woods. Tears pour from his cold eyes, streaking his face.
*SCREAMS- (GETS HIT)*
Apollon smells earthy notes of wood and soil with a subtle undertone of rotting flesh. Something is watching him, it's eyes pinned on him.
*hiiiii*
Apollon stays wary as he wipes his tears away
"Little one... Why do you cry?..." An ancient voice asks, scratchy and deep. A finger extends from somewhere, wiping tear away.
Apollon backs away, spear raised as the female sprit vanished
"Lower your weapon little sheep." It said quietly "I am not going to harm you unless you intend to lay that blade and cut my skin."
The spear trembles in his hands, his emotional vulnerability getting to him.
It gently outstretched a hand made from twisted wood and foliage, as if gesturing for Apollon to place it in its hand.
He slowly does so, backing away
The hand moves into the darkness, gentle brown eyes seeming to appraise said weapon. "Well made, smells of courage and determination..." It says, laughing lightly.
Hearthstone is shopping for a new scarf while admiring the shops displays in town.
Leo is working on Festus. He has deep bags under his eyes and his hands are shaky.
Apollon is talking to a spirit in the woods. Tears pour from his cold eyes, streaking his face.
*SCREAMS- (GETS HIT)*
Apollon smells earthy notes of wood and soil with a subtle undertone of rotting flesh. Something is watching him, it's eyes pinned on him.
*hiiiii*
Apollon stays wary as he wipes his tears away
"Little one... Why do you cry?..." An ancient voice asks, scratchy and deep. A finger extends from somewhere, wiping tear away.
Apollon backs away, spear raised as the female sprit vanished
"Lower your weapon little sheep." It said quietly "I am not going to harm you unless you intend to lay that blade and cut my skin."
The spear trembles in his hands, his emotional vulnerability getting to him.
It gently outstretched a hand made from twisted wood and foliage, as if gesturing for Apollon to place it in its hand.
He slowly does so, backing away
The hand moves into the darkness, gentle brown eyes seeming to appraise said weapon. "Well made, smells of courage and determination..." It says, laughing lightly.
“I’ve murdered so many with that spear….”
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Hearthstone is shopping for a new scarf while admiring the shops displays in town.
Leo is working on Festus. He has deep bags under his eyes and his hands are shaky.
Apollon is talking to a spirit in the woods. Tears pour from his cold eyes, streaking his face.
*SCREAMS- (GETS HIT)*
Apollon smells earthy notes of wood and soil with a subtle undertone of rotting flesh. Something is watching him, it's eyes pinned on him.
*hiiiii*
Apollon stays wary as he wipes his tears away
"Little one... Why do you cry?..." An ancient voice asks, scratchy and deep. A finger extends from somewhere, wiping tear away.
Apollon backs away, spear raised as the female sprit vanished
"Lower your weapon little sheep." It said quietly "I am not going to harm you unless you intend to lay that blade and cut my skin."
The spear trembles in his hands, his emotional vulnerability getting to him.
It gently outstretched a hand made from twisted wood and foliage, as if gesturing for Apollon to place it in its hand.
He slowly does so, backing away
The hand moves into the darkness, gentle brown eyes seeming to appraise said weapon. "Well made, smells of courage and determination..." It says, laughing lightly.
“I’ve murdered so many with that spear….”
"I smell it on you little sheep, do not worry though, all is forgiven." It said.
*other folks*
Thirteen is messing around with crow bones.
Mauric is sadly staring into his consommé, thinking about Nick.
The Larry is investigating any criminal activities going on, getting saltwater and blood everywhere in the process.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hiiiii*
Apollon stays wary as he wipes his tears away
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He signs back "Doesn't work for you, you can do better."
Grove just chuckles "So I'll ask again, do you need someone to talk to?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(why?)
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*i forgot about Nick😭*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Hearth raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” He signs
Apollon shakes his head no
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He signs back to him, "You can do better than that scarf. Trust me."
"Well your tears would suggest otherwise young man."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(lost track of time playing Stellaris)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*other folks*
Thirteen is messing around with crow bones.
Mauric is sadly staring into his consommé, thinking about Nick.
The Larry is investigating any criminal activities going on, getting saltwater and blood everywhere in the process.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The elf looks offended
“I’m fine.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Little one... Why do you cry?..." An ancient voice asks, scratchy and deep. A finger extends from somewhere, wiping tear away.
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
Apollon backs away, spear raised as the female sprit vanished
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Lower your weapon little sheep." It said quietly "I am not going to harm you unless you intend to lay that blade and cut my skin."
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 spear trembles in his hands, his emotional vulnerability getting to him.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It gently outstretched a hand made from twisted wood and foliage, as if gesturing for Apollon to place it in its hand.
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
He slowly does so, backing away
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The hand moves into the darkness, gentle brown eyes seeming to appraise said weapon. "Well made, smells of courage and determination..." It says, laughing lightly.
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’ve murdered so many with that spear….”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I smell it on you little sheep, do not worry though, all is forgiven." It said.
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 hunters hands tremble as he sits down on the ground, tears streaking his face once more
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.