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.
“It’s only the truth.” He puts his head to hers, closing his eyes “You should rest, we can’t just keep talking about how much we love each other.”
They look to the bunny as it pads away, slight hungry in her eyes “Fair enough.” She chuckles.
He puts a gold down “For when you do.”
“Oh you’re lucky flattery works on me, because if it didn’t I might just take the time to hunt them down myself.” She slithers down from the tree, poking her nose softly “I think I like you calling me a queen.”
"You're right." she says, snuggling up to him. "I'm tired..."
"You look hungry, [short term memory loss, forgot name]. Want me to find a deer?"
"Question: What is the source of your immortality?"
He hops down as well, landing gracefully. "I'm not lucky, I'm just a vixen" he says, brushing his tail over their face. "Well, your Majesty, wanna go kill a trouble-making toddler?" he says, holding out a bounty poster for a dwarf.
“I’ll be here while you sleep, and when you wake up, I’ll find a way to have breakfast ready.”
*Heriot, it’s good.* “Sounds like a good meal, but I should get you something in exchange. First to catch their prey?” She says, making it a challenge.
“I negate death, anything that would cause me harm that would result in death is healed.”
She smiles, taking out her, many, many knives “Oh I would love to my sweet, I have been waiting for this, and killing something with you is just what I needed.” She kisses him softly before putting all her weapons away and putting her hat on.
"I'll give you like... 12 more feet." she grumbles sleepily, drifting off.
"Sounds like a deal. Meet back here when you get your kill, 'kay?" She says, dashing off in her quadripedal form.
"See, I've never encountered such an object..." he sighs, rubbing the underside of his chin.
*good end?*
He lets her fall asleep, staying there until she’s firmly asleep, before returning to the recliner.
She runs through the forest, smiling, her herald over her shoulder as she uses her tribes old teachings when it comes to the hunt.
He takes his knife out of his leg, bleeding for only a moment before chopping off his own head “See.”
“That doesn’t mean ya don’t deserve the praise, an’ I’ll find a reason ya praise ya either way.” Suddenly, they are standing back at the camp “Huh, looks like…” He rubs his chin “Arthur probably got ‘em, if I’m guessin’ right.”
They look down to where they are staring, remembering the pain “I’m healed now, don’t worry, that pain ain’t with me anymore.”
She snorts and laughs "Still, nothing worth praising. Just a trick." She shrugged and looked around.
He chuckles lightly "I'm not worried about that. More hungry than anything." He murmurs.
It’s not an illusion, though the Valentines would try that if they got the chance. Sparrow chuckles and walks into the bar, walking out with two glasses of whiskey, sitting on the porch.
“What are you hungry for? I could get you something if you want.” They say, hoping their sniper wasn’t taken too.
She follows him and sits down beside him, tired more than anything.
He sighs, rolling his eyes "Nevermind." He huffs.
He passes her a glass, leaning back and looking at the sun set, just as tired. He sighs, the cold air making his breath visible.
He takes a second before saying “Do you want ta eat me? I… was thinkin’ about askin’ ya when I was freed.”
She sips it, rubbing her eyes "Mn, I forgot adrenaline is wearing off." She sighs.
He sighs, placing his hands on his hips and staring at him "I can if you wish."
He downs his own, sighing again as he wraps his arm around her shoulders “Time ta rest I suppose.”
They looking into where their eyes would likely be, smiling softly “I… I do want ya to.”
They have long fancy black robes (kind of a dress, but from like 60 feet away they look exactly like robes), with brown medium hair, a tall build, and bright yellow eyes.
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.
"I never ran. I was barely alive when they found me."
"Have fun, weed-man." She heads inside.
He sighs. "Cyvus. I greatly, greatly appreciate you, your honesty, your strength, everything like that. You want someone who you can protect and care for. But I am surrounded by people who want to do that for me, people who look at my 'cuteness' and don't think any further. I don't want to be mean, I really, really don't, but I have to be honest. Because I respect you." He takes a deep breath. "You don't stand out. You're interested in me, but you can't give me a reason other than my perceived vulnerability. You seem desperate for someone who needs you, but I don't. I like you, I respect you, but you're looking for someone else. I'm sorry."
"Oh, so they caught you afterwards. Why did you do it?..."
"Yeah, yeah." he says, pulling his beanie over his eyes.
"You are quick to dismiss any form of even potential affection, it seems." he grumbles. "I get it, I'm old, unremarkable in any way except the fact that I haven't died yet." he chuckles, ending in a sigh. "The words you speak are true, I know more about you than you me, only due to what some would call snooping around. To you it would seem my attraction is undue, only because I have not been entirely honest with you. I've been around this town longer than I let on to be, I've watched the events of this town unfold, from the destruction of The Red Plate and the garden, to the birth of a new ecosystem and the growth of the Padfoot family. I've heard the stories about what you are perceived to be, about what happened between you and William. I know you don't cook much anymore, based on what I've heard. I have no right to be a part of your life, but I admire you and your strength. I'm going to leave this place, for it's the right thing to do, I believe. I'm going home, Felix. I apologize for beguiling you, you deserve better." He sets the cannon down on the table, walking away.
"You say that like it was on purpose. When the hunt leaders died, the second in command had to take over. That was me. I don't know how I managed to keep fighting, but I took down the Pit Fiend with the last of my power. The rest of my team wasn't so lucky."
Felix doesn't stop him. He waits silently for about three minutes, then stands up... and smashes the figurine with his chair, cussing up a storm. "EVERY! (GP)ING! TIME! DAMN IT!"
Heriot comes back, carrying the corpse of a heavy buck over her shoulder, effectively killed, barely any blood on her.
Their head regenerates onto their body, the other head simply turning to dust and blowing away “If you find something just tell me. Thanks for trying.”
*Man, Felix needs another hug, and Rag is always going to be there for him the moment he gets the chance to comfort him. Talk to him, help him where he can, whatever he could possibly do.*
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 say that like it was on purpose. When the hunt leaders died, the second in command had to take over. That was me. I don't know how I managed to keep fighting, but I took down the Pit Fiend with the last of my power. The rest of my team wasn't so lucky."
Felix doesn't stop him. He waits silently for about three minutes, then stands up... and smashes the figurine with his chair, cussing up a storm. "EVERY! (GP)ING! TIME! DAMN IT!"
"So, you had no choice, right?" She cocks her head. "Wow..."
"Hey, hey, hey... What the hell is going on, Felix?" Domino says as she rushes over to him, taking the chair away.
"Yeah. Now I'm pretty much a candy man for the most part."
He falls to all fours, vomiting on the floor. "GOD... F(GP)... GAHHH!!!" He pounds his fist against the hardwood.
Heriot comes back, carrying the corpse of a heavy buck over her shoulder, effectively killed, barely any blood on her.
Their head regenerates onto their body, the other head simply turning to dust and blowing away “If you find something just tell me. Thanks for trying.”
"Slow poke." Seasha says as she drops down from a tree, landing beside her kill.
"Will do." he says, shuddering,
Cyvus is in the library, pulling books off the shelf and tossing them into a duffel bag.
Reese is sat at the bar-- well, more like slumped over it.
They drop the buck, smiling slightly “Mine’s bigger, but you won this time.” Beginning to make a small campfire.
“What dude? Is something the issue man?” He sticks his knife back into his leg.
Sanviento is working and reading in the library, his hair covered in what appears to be ichor from celestials as he works on something in his notebook.
Antonio sits down next to them, tilting his head “Hey, are you okay?” His hangover gone.
*please I am desperate to RP...*
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
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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.
He lets her fall asleep, staying there until she’s firmly asleep, before returning to the recliner.
She runs through the forest, smiling, her herald over her shoulder as she uses her tribes old teachings when it comes to the hunt.
He takes his knife out of his leg, bleeding for only a moment before chopping off his own head “See.”
*If you want to end it there, sure.*
*Cadel approaches Cherry, humming*
"hi there"
*what does Cherry look like?*
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
He downs his own, sighing again as he wraps his arm around her shoulders “Time ta rest I suppose.”
They looking into where their eyes would likely be, smiling softly “I… I do want ya to.”
Desc:
They have long fancy black robes (kind of a dress, but from like 60 feet away they look exactly like robes), with brown medium hair, a tall build, and bright yellow eyes.
"Hello... "
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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 say that like it was on purpose. When the hunt leaders died, the second in command had to take over. That was me. I don't know how I managed to keep fighting, but I took down the Pit Fiend with the last of my power. The rest of my team wasn't so lucky."
Felix doesn't stop him. He waits silently for about three minutes, then stands up... and smashes the figurine with his chair, cussing up a storm. "EVERY! (GP)ING! TIME! DAMN IT!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Salem.*
*Of course and always.*
Heriot comes back, carrying the corpse of a heavy buck over her shoulder, effectively killed, barely any blood on her.
Their head regenerates onto their body, the other head simply turning to dust and blowing away “If you find something just tell me. Thanks for trying.”
*Man, Felix needs another hug, and Rag is always going to be there for him the moment he gets the chance to comfort him. Talk to him, help him where he can, whatever he could possibly do.*
*aw crud GTG... ,'-,'*
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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.
"Yeah. Now I'm pretty much a candy man for the most part."
He falls to all fours, vomiting on the floor. "GOD... F(GP)... GAHHH!!!" He pounds his fist against the hardwood.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*gtg*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They drop the buck, smiling slightly “Mine’s bigger, but you won this time.” Beginning to make a small campfire.
“What dude? Is something the issue man?” He sticks his knife back into his leg.
Sanviento is working and reading in the library, his hair covered in what appears to be ichor from celestials as he works on something in his notebook.
Antonio sits down next to them, tilting his head “Hey, are you okay?” His hangover gone.
*Good night my friend.*
(hello again)
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