She thinks about it for a moment. "I can work with that. Now, let's see..." Over the course of a few minutes, she makes a conceptual design- a starlit sky that gradually shifts to a deep ocean as it moves down the arm.
She watches, amazed "Woooah!!"
She nervously laughs a bit. "It's just a conceptual sketch- the real deal would probably look better. But still, I'm glad you like it!"
"Of course! Art should be valued in all forms!"
"Agreed!" She happily replies, looking back at the sketch.
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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)
She grins, despite it getting smaller. "I wouldn't waste my finest spells on you two, not worth the time, effort, or resources!"
The Herald smiles and slips back on his mask, his voice changing back "I do care. I care about making you the best possible creature." He frees him from the runes and casts every spell to remove any damage or curses.
Having the emotional growth of two teenage girls, they both scoff with annoyance "You're finest spells wouldn't work on us if you have the chance to cast them!"
They open their eyes, not realizing that it was truly the Herald, falling to their knees as they are freed from the bondage and healed, coughing softly "I knew you would come... thank you."
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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.'
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
She grins, despite it getting smaller. "I wouldn't waste my finest spells on you two, not worth the time, effort, or resources!"
The Herald smiles and slips back on his mask, his voice changing back "I do care. I care about making you the best possible creature." He frees him from the runes and casts every spell to remove any damage or curses.
Having the emotional growth of two teenage girls, they both scoff with annoyance "You're finest spells wouldn't work on us if you have the chance to cast them!"
They open their eyes, not realizing that it was truly the Herald, falling to their knees as they are freed from the bondage and healed, coughing softly "I knew you would come... thank you."
"You sure about that girls? That's all you are.. girls. Little children who know nothing about anything." She smirks.
The Herald chuckles "I'm not about to leave you rotting about. I devoured your organs. I consider that a symbol of love."
She thinks about it for a moment. "I can work with that. Now, let's see..." Over the course of a few minutes, she makes a conceptual design- a starlit sky that gradually shifts to a deep ocean as it moves down the arm.
She watches, amazed "Woooah!!"
She nervously laughs a bit. "It's just a conceptual sketch- the real deal would probably look better. But still, I'm glad you like it!"
"Of course! Art should be valued in all forms!"
"Agreed!" She happily replies, looking back at the sketch.
She buys it, luckily. She giggles softly, pulling him to her. "Love you too, pup."
"I like purples." She says, fastening a necklace around their neck. It's a black shell sorrounded by a few pieces of coral.
"All kinds of trinkets, bits and bobs. Clothes, thread, mugs, hats, and the likes!" he says, smiling.
He jumps down a branch, straddling it and fixing his hair, ears poking out. "yeah? Thought it was time for a change. Nobody expects the fluffy, can't see, quiet boi to be a killer."
He lets himself be pulled back to the bed, kissing her on the nose "And that's a miracle. Just like you're a miracle."
She looks at the necklace, reaching for her own, a blood gem attached to her neck, glowing softly "What's your story, what brings you here?"
He rubs the bridge of his nose "I'm right here, you don't have to yell." He puts some money on the counter.
She smiles at him, putting her poison darts away "I never took you up on that offer, and I would actually want to go on a bounty hunt with you. If you'll want me to come."
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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.'
She grins, despite it getting smaller. "I wouldn't waste my finest spells on you two, not worth the time, effort, or resources!"
The Herald smiles and slips back on his mask, his voice changing back "I do care. I care about making you the best possible creature." He frees him from the runes and casts every spell to remove any damage or curses.
Having the emotional growth of two teenage girls, they both scoff with annoyance "You're finest spells wouldn't work on us if you have the chance to cast them!"
They open their eyes, not realizing that it was truly the Herald, falling to their knees as they are freed from the bondage and healed, coughing softly "I knew you would come... thank you."
"You sure about that girls? That's all you are.. girls. Little children who know nothing about anything." She smirks.
The Herald chuckles "I'm not about to leave you rotting about. I devoured your organs. I consider that a symbol of love."
"You say that, but you're the one trapped inside of a cage. If we don't know anything, you should have been able to escape." They both blow raspberries.
They push themselves up to their feet, leaning against the Herald, "The love is mutual, I love you too... if you'll let me."
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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.'
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
She grins, despite it getting smaller. "I wouldn't waste my finest spells on you two, not worth the time, effort, or resources!"
The Herald smiles and slips back on his mask, his voice changing back "I do care. I care about making you the best possible creature." He frees him from the runes and casts every spell to remove any damage or curses.
Having the emotional growth of two teenage girls, they both scoff with annoyance "You're finest spells wouldn't work on us if you have the chance to cast them!"
They open their eyes, not realizing that it was truly the Herald, falling to their knees as they are freed from the bondage and healed, coughing softly "I knew you would come... thank you."
"You sure about that girls? That's all you are.. girls. Little children who know nothing about anything." She smirks.
The Herald chuckles "I'm not about to leave you rotting about. I devoured your organs. I consider that a symbol of love."
"You say that, but you're the one trapped inside of a cage. If we don't know anything, you should have been able to escape." They both blow raspberries.
They push themselves up to their feet, leaning against the Herald, "The love is mutual, I love you too... if you'll let me."
"Not children, I stand corrected, you are babies." She smirks.
She thinks about it for a moment. "I can work with that. Now, let's see..." Over the course of a few minutes, she makes a conceptual design- a starlit sky that gradually shifts to a deep ocean as it moves down the arm.
She watches, amazed "Woooah!!"
She nervously laughs a bit. "It's just a conceptual sketch- the real deal would probably look better. But still, I'm glad you like it!"
"Of course! Art should be valued in all forms!"
"Agreed!" She happily replies, looking back at the sketch.
"Do you do a lot of art?" She asks
"Not really. I draw on occasion when I have an idea I like."
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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)
She thinks about it for a moment. "I can work with that. Now, let's see..." Over the course of a few minutes, she makes a conceptual design- a starlit sky that gradually shifts to a deep ocean as it moves down the arm.
She watches, amazed "Woooah!!"
She nervously laughs a bit. "It's just a conceptual sketch- the real deal would probably look better. But still, I'm glad you like it!"
"Of course! Art should be valued in all forms!"
"Agreed!" She happily replies, looking back at the sketch.
"Do you do a lot of art?" She asks
"Not really. I draw on occasion when I have an idea I like."
"Heh, no. Personal liberty and respect for others are my big rules. There are of course the rules of Strength, Hunger, and Fear, but those are more for when I'm out adventuring."
She shakes it with her giant claw, careful not to put too much force behind it. "So, have you visited the carnival yet?"
"Really?" He thinks for a moment, staring at it. He looks up at Cyvus. "You really want this, don't you?"
"I abide by the same last 3." she says, chuckling. "What kind of adventuring do you do?"
"Nope. Didn't even know there was one. I don't know too much about this town."
"The cannon? No... No, you can have it. I'm much too big to own such a small item, size wise. I'd most likely burn myself if I attempted to fire it." He jests, setting it down next to the mini. An insight check can be made here.
"The classic kind. Wanton violence and intimidation for my own ends. I'm hoping to force reform in some areas. My country is suffering from a pretty major famine at the moment, and I happen to have some methods to deal with that. I mean, look at how much sugared meat I have! I just need to build up a reputation other than... you know." He shows the mark on the back of his hand.
"I just brought it a few days ago. Not especially popular, but I've made a little profit."
"I meant this relationship. I don't mean to sound harsh, but most people don't buy functional golden cannons for people they don't know very well." Insight: 18
She thinks about it for a moment. "I can work with that. Now, let's see..." Over the course of a few minutes, she makes a conceptual design- a starlit sky that gradually shifts to a deep ocean as it moves down the arm.
She watches, amazed "Woooah!!"
She nervously laughs a bit. "It's just a conceptual sketch- the real deal would probably look better. But still, I'm glad you like it!"
"Of course! Art should be valued in all forms!"
"Agreed!" She happily replies, looking back at the sketch.
"Do you do a lot of art?" She asks
"Not really. I draw on occasion when I have an idea I like."
"Ahhh, the art of having ideas." She chuckles
"Indeed. Though it may not be often, it's always fun when inspiration does strike." She chuckles a bit as well.
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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)
"Agreed!" She happily replies, looking back at the sketch.
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)
Having the emotional growth of two teenage girls, they both scoff with annoyance "You're finest spells wouldn't work on us if you have the chance to cast them!"
They open their eyes, not realizing that it was truly the Herald, falling to their knees as they are freed from the bondage and healed, coughing softly "I knew you would come... thank you."
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.)
*pls*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
"You sure about that girls? That's all you are.. girls. Little children who know nothing about anything." She smirks.
The Herald chuckles "I'm not about to leave you rotting about. I devoured your organs. I consider that a symbol of love."
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
"Do you do a lot of art?" She asks
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 lets himself be pulled back to the bed, kissing her on the nose "And that's a miracle. Just like you're a miracle."
She looks at the necklace, reaching for her own, a blood gem attached to her neck, glowing softly "What's your story, what brings you here?"
He rubs the bridge of his nose "I'm right here, you don't have to yell." He puts some money on the counter.
She smiles at him, putting her poison darts away "I never took you up on that offer, and I would actually want to go on a bounty hunt with you. If you'll want me to come."
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.)
*Am bak*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You say that, but you're the one trapped inside of a cage. If we don't know anything, you should have been able to escape." They both blow raspberries.
They push themselves up to their feet, leaning against the Herald, "The love is mutual, I love you too... if you'll let me."
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.)
*bello*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
*Welcome back, my favorite lore making friend.*
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.)
"Not children, I stand corrected, you are babies." She smirks.
The Herald nods "I will."
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
"Not really. I draw on occasion when I have an idea I like."
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)
*Welcome bak, friend!*
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)
"Then you got caught by babies, you're just as smart as Sparrow, stupid."
He hugs them, leaning against them.
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.)
"Ahhh, the art of having ideas." She chuckles
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
"Nah, I'm much smarter." She grins, waving thieves tools at them, smiling. "Cages have doors, doors have locks."
He teleports them both back to the Inn.
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 classic kind. Wanton violence and intimidation for my own ends. I'm hoping to force reform in some areas. My country is suffering from a pretty major famine at the moment, and I happen to have some methods to deal with that. I mean, look at how much sugared meat I have! I just need to build up a reputation other than... you know." He shows the mark on the back of his hand.
"I just brought it a few days ago. Not especially popular, but I've made a little profit."
"I meant this relationship. I don't mean to sound harsh, but most people don't buy functional golden cannons for people they don't know very well." Insight: 18
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Indeed. Though it may not be often, it's always fun when inspiration does strike." She chuckles a bit as 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)
*EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels