William is sitting outside with Samaritan, looking over some blueprints that appear to be the foundation for a new restaurant. Samaritan has agreed to loan William some money in order to rebuild his restaurant, the Red Plate. William is explaining that he wants better room in the kitchen for staff to able to move around without bumping into each others stations.
The Herald is following behind a young woman who has a man hanging on her. He was employed for this job to keep her safe. He is dressed in a simple black jacket, the hood pulled over his head, with his normal half mask over his face, covering his nose and mouth.
Toboroth is back in the forests, the forest guardian curled up amongst the trees. Foxes, deer, badgers, raccoons, rabbits, birds, and animals of every kind come, talking to the deer-headed grassy aberration. Flowers bloom over his mossy skin despite the chill of winter. It’s actually quite warm around him, like warm wet air.
Rio has taken the form of a normal snake and is watching quietly.
Loriche is roving around, foraging as usual.
Samaritan explains to William that he needs more room for the patrons of the restaurant and the amount he wants for the kitchen is going to leave little room for people.
She sees a massive bony length that resembles a snake-like body with multiple legs with a deer-skull head at one end.
Riotan is keeping his distance for sure, knowing that Samaritan will be very upset to see him again but unable to resist prying into everyone’s lives.
Perplexed and a little scared, she approaches slowly.
William goes off to retrieve some more pens and Samartian's heads snap around at the snake "What do you want?" He grumbles, his tone cold.
It looks up and tilts its head "H e l l o.." a voice mumurs.
He continues like a normal snake, acting as though he can’t hear.
“Who… are you?”
He sighs "Fine, be that way then. I don't care anymore." he grumbles and stands up.
"I am... Toboroth.." It replies "You are... someone new.."
He nods, not looking up. "I... I'll take your word for it. I haven't had a lot of really high points, and having it cut short like that... Well, anyway, no use dwelling on it." He pulls back slightly and looks up at Rag. "You hungry?"
“You can always talk to me if you need an ear to listen. Remember that.” He puts them back down to the ground softly “I could eat.”
Felix nods again. "I got some salamander recently, and you're the only one around here who can really eat it. I also got some other delicacies from the City of Brass and some recipes from an Efreeti chef that I'm eager to try out. And I only got a little singed on the trip!"
William is sitting outside with Samaritan, looking over some blueprints that appear to be the foundation for a new restaurant. Samaritan has agreed to loan William some money in order to rebuild his restaurant, the Red Plate. William is explaining that he wants better room in the kitchen for staff to able to move around without bumping into each others stations.
The Herald is following behind a young woman who has a man hanging on her. He was employed for this job to keep her safe. He is dressed in a simple black jacket, the hood pulled over his head, with his normal half mask over his face, covering his nose and mouth.
Toboroth is back in the forests, the forest guardian curled up amongst the trees. Foxes, deer, badgers, raccoons, rabbits, birds, and animals of every kind come, talking to the deer-headed grassy aberration. Flowers bloom over his mossy skin despite the chill of winter. It’s actually quite warm around him, like warm wet air.
Rio has taken the form of a normal snake and is watching quietly.
Loriche is roving around, foraging as usual.
Samaritan explains to William that he needs more room for the patrons of the restaurant and the amount he wants for the kitchen is going to leave little room for people.
She sees a massive bony length that resembles a snake-like body with multiple legs with a deer-skull head at one end.
Riotan is keeping his distance for sure, knowing that Samaritan will be very upset to see him again but unable to resist prying into everyone’s lives.
Perplexed and a little scared, she approaches slowly.
William goes off to retrieve some more pens and Samartian's heads snap around at the snake "What do you want?" He grumbles, his tone cold.
It looks up and tilts its head "H e l l o.." a voice mumurs.
He continues like a normal snake, acting as though he can’t hear.
“Who… are you?”
He sighs "Fine, be that way then. I don't care anymore." he grumbles and stands up.
"I am... Toboroth.." It replies "You are... someone new.."
The snake suddenly bursts and Riotan reconstructs from its gore. “Now we both know that’s not true…”
“New? Oh no no no, I’ve been here nearly a millennia already. But, your name is Toboroth… you wouldn’t be a god by any chance, would you?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I guess" Lify looks down at her body, and black ink drips from her broken horn. there is no glow in her. she than stares around in fear.
“What’s wrong? Can I help with whatever’s wrong?” He says concerned.
"I'll... probably live?" She kinda shrugs, breathing in air through her teeth, and at that exact moment her horn and body flickers back to the normal, flamish glowy everything
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.
"Hey, Samaritan." Felix places the coffees in each of their hands, not asking for consent, before placing the donuts on the nearby table. He sits down beside the box, in front of William. "So, what are you guys planning?"
William avoids eye contact at all points despite Felix sitting in front of him, working on the blueprint instead. Samaritan narrows his eyes at William but says nothing "We are reconstructing the Red Plate." he explains to Felix.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. Do you still plan on the whole cannibalism thing?" Felix looks slightly hurt, but doesn't say anything.
William is sitting outside with Samaritan, looking over some blueprints that appear to be the foundation for a new restaurant. Samaritan has agreed to loan William some money in order to rebuild his restaurant, the Red Plate. William is explaining that he wants better room in the kitchen for staff to able to move around without bumping into each others stations.
The Herald is following behind a young woman who has a man hanging on her. He was employed for this job to keep her safe. He is dressed in a simple black jacket, the hood pulled over his head, with his normal half mask over his face, covering his nose and mouth.
Toboroth is back in the forests, the forest guardian curled up amongst the trees. Foxes, deer, badgers, raccoons, rabbits, birds, and animals of every kind come, talking to the deer-headed grassy aberration. Flowers bloom over his mossy skin despite the chill of winter. It’s actually quite warm around him, like warm wet air.
Rio has taken the form of a normal snake and is watching quietly.
Loriche is roving around, foraging as usual.
Samaritan explains to William that he needs more room for the patrons of the restaurant and the amount he wants for the kitchen is going to leave little room for people.
She sees a massive bony length that resembles a snake-like body with multiple legs with a deer-skull head at one end.
Riotan is keeping his distance for sure, knowing that Samaritan will be very upset to see him again but unable to resist prying into everyone’s lives.
Perplexed and a little scared, she approaches slowly.
William goes off to retrieve some more pens and Samartian's heads snap around at the snake "What do you want?" He grumbles, his tone cold.
It looks up and tilts its head "H e l l o.." a voice mumurs.
He continues like a normal snake, acting as though he can’t hear.
“Who… are you?”
He sighs "Fine, be that way then. I don't care anymore." he grumbles and stands up.
"I am... Toboroth.." It replies "You are... someone new.."
The snake suddenly bursts and Riotan reconstructs from its gore. “Now we both know that’s not true…”
“New? Oh no no no, I’ve been here nearly a millennia already. But, your name is Toboroth… you wouldn’t be a god by any chance, would you?”
"HAH!" He snorts, a nearby bush suddenly exploding in flames "I am right on that line."
"Not a god..." it says, the bones creaking as it slithers around. The animals watch, as if listening "I am... made.."
"Hey, Samaritan." Felix places the coffees in each of their hands, not asking for consent, before placing the donuts on the nearby table. He sits down beside the box, in front of William. "So, what are you guys planning?"
William avoids eye contact at all points despite Felix sitting in front of him, working on the blueprint instead. Samaritan narrows his eyes at William but says nothing "We are reconstructing the Red Plate." he explains to Felix.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. Do you still plan on the whole cannibalism thing?" Felix looks slightly hurt, but doesn't say anything.
"No." William says "I'd rather not go to jail." he looks up, his steel-grey eyes meeting Felix's.
William is sitting outside with Samaritan, looking over some blueprints that appear to be the foundation for a new restaurant. Samaritan has agreed to loan William some money in order to rebuild his restaurant, the Red Plate. William is explaining that he wants better room in the kitchen for staff to able to move around without bumping into each others stations.
The Herald is following behind a young woman who has a man hanging on her. He was employed for this job to keep her safe. He is dressed in a simple black jacket, the hood pulled over his head, with his normal half mask over his face, covering his nose and mouth.
Toboroth is back in the forests, the forest guardian curled up amongst the trees. Foxes, deer, badgers, raccoons, rabbits, birds, and animals of every kind come, talking to the deer-headed grassy aberration. Flowers bloom over his mossy skin despite the chill of winter. It’s actually quite warm around him, like warm wet air.
Rio has taken the form of a normal snake and is watching quietly.
Loriche is roving around, foraging as usual.
Samaritan explains to William that he needs more room for the patrons of the restaurant and the amount he wants for the kitchen is going to leave little room for people.
She sees a massive bony length that resembles a snake-like body with multiple legs with a deer-skull head at one end.
Riotan is keeping his distance for sure, knowing that Samaritan will be very upset to see him again but unable to resist prying into everyone’s lives.
Perplexed and a little scared, she approaches slowly.
William goes off to retrieve some more pens and Samartian's heads snap around at the snake "What do you want?" He grumbles, his tone cold.
It looks up and tilts its head "H e l l o.." a voice mumurs.
He continues like a normal snake, acting as though he can’t hear.
“Who… are you?”
He sighs "Fine, be that way then. I don't care anymore." he grumbles and stands up.
"I am... Toboroth.." It replies "You are... someone new.."
The snake suddenly bursts and Riotan reconstructs from its gore. “Now we both know that’s not true…”
“New? Oh no no no, I’ve been here nearly a millennia already. But, your name is Toboroth… you wouldn’t be a god by any chance, would you?”
"HAH!" He snorts, a nearby bush suddenly exploding in flames "I am right on that line."
"Not a god..." it says, the bones creaking as it slithers around. The animals watch, as if listening "I am... made.."
“Well, uh, how thick is the line? Or does it have no width, only length?”
“So am I! I think everyone is… isn’t that what wombs do?” She thinks for a second. “Eh, doesn’t make a difference. Nice to meet you!”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I guess" Lify looks down at her body, and black ink drips from her broken horn. there is no glow in her. she than stares around in fear.
“What’s wrong? Can I help with whatever’s wrong?” He says concerned.
"I'll... probably live?" She kinda shrugs, breathing in air through her teeth, and at that exact moment her horn and body flickers back to the normal, flamish glowy everything
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 guess" Lify looks down at her body, and black ink drips from her broken horn. there is no glow in her. she than stares around in fear.
“What’s wrong? Can I help with whatever’s wrong?” He says concerned.
"I'll... probably live?" She kinda shrugs, breathing in air through her teeth, and at that exact moment her horn and body flickers back to the normal, flamish glowy everything
“What do you mean probably? You need to explain what is going on. You know I’m always ready to help.”
William is sitting outside with Samaritan, looking over some blueprints that appear to be the foundation for a new restaurant. Samaritan has agreed to loan William some money in order to rebuild his restaurant, the Red Plate. William is explaining that he wants better room in the kitchen for staff to able to move around without bumping into each others stations.
The Herald is following behind a young woman who has a man hanging on her. He was employed for this job to keep her safe. He is dressed in a simple black jacket, the hood pulled over his head, with his normal half mask over his face, covering his nose and mouth.
Toboroth is back in the forests, the forest guardian curled up amongst the trees. Foxes, deer, badgers, raccoons, rabbits, birds, and animals of every kind come, talking to the deer-headed grassy aberration. Flowers bloom over his mossy skin despite the chill of winter. It’s actually quite warm around him, like warm wet air.
Rio has taken the form of a normal snake and is watching quietly.
Loriche is roving around, foraging as usual.
Samaritan explains to William that he needs more room for the patrons of the restaurant and the amount he wants for the kitchen is going to leave little room for people.
She sees a massive bony length that resembles a snake-like body with multiple legs with a deer-skull head at one end.
Riotan is keeping his distance for sure, knowing that Samaritan will be very upset to see him again but unable to resist prying into everyone’s lives.
Perplexed and a little scared, she approaches slowly.
William goes off to retrieve some more pens and Samartian's heads snap around at the snake "What do you want?" He grumbles, his tone cold.
It looks up and tilts its head "H e l l o.." a voice mumurs.
He continues like a normal snake, acting as though he can’t hear.
“Who… are you?”
He sighs "Fine, be that way then. I don't care anymore." he grumbles and stands up.
"I am... Toboroth.." It replies "You are... someone new.."
The snake suddenly bursts and Riotan reconstructs from its gore. “Now we both know that’s not true…”
“New? Oh no no no, I’ve been here nearly a millennia already. But, your name is Toboroth… you wouldn’t be a god by any chance, would you?”
"HAH!" He snorts, a nearby bush suddenly exploding in flames "I am right on that line."
"Not a god..." it says, the bones creaking as it slithers around. The animals watch, as if listening "I am... made.."
“Well, uh, how thick is the line? Or does it have no width, only length?”
“So am I! I think everyone is… isn’t that what wombs do?” She thinks for a second. “Eh, doesn’t make a difference. Nice to meet you!”
"Its getting thinner by the moment." he narrows his eyes, folding his arms.
"It is.. nice to meet you as well." It nods "You smell... real.... birthed from a woman's blood but you are right, made you are."
"I guess" Lify looks down at her body, and black ink drips from her broken horn. there is no glow in her. she than stares around in fear.
“What’s wrong? Can I help with whatever’s wrong?” He says concerned.
"I'll... probably live?" She kinda shrugs, breathing in air through her teeth, and at that exact moment her horn and body flickers back to the normal, flamish glowy everything
“What do you mean probably? You need to explain what is going on. You know I’m always ready to help.”
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 nods, not looking up. "I... I'll take your word for it. I haven't had a lot of really high points, and having it cut short like that... Well, anyway, no use dwelling on it." He pulls back slightly and looks up at Rag. "You hungry?"
“You can always talk to me if you need an ear to listen. Remember that.” He puts them back down to the ground softly “I could eat.”
Felix nods again. "I got some salamander recently, and you're the only one around here who can really eat it. I also got some other delicacies from the City of Brass and some recipes from an Efreeti chef that I'm eager to try out. And I only got a little singed on the trip!"
“I would love to try it, even if I’m the only durable enough to try all of it.” He smiles wide at them “Everything you make ends up being delicious, so I’m never going to not want to eat any of it. You’re a good guy Felix, don’t forget that.”
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.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. Do you still plan on the whole cannibalism thing?" Felix looks slightly hurt, but doesn't say anything.
"No." William says "I'd rather not go to jail." he looks up, his steel-grey eyes meeting Felix's.
"That's... good." Felix maintains eye contact for a bit, before slowly looking away to the ground.
"Mn, I suppose." is all that William offers. Samaritan grumbles "What the hell is up with you two? I can smell it and it smells like burning vegetables. I understand things have happened in the past but the keyword in that sentence is 'past'." He narrows his eyes, the three heads turning towards them "You both [gp]ed up, get over it, people make mistakes. Talk it over, hell, go to therapy or duke it out outside".
William gives Samartian a dirty look, his eyes turning warmer but only in anger.
William is sitting outside with Samaritan, looking over some blueprints that appear to be the foundation for a new restaurant. Samaritan has agreed to loan William some money in order to rebuild his restaurant, the Red Plate. William is explaining that he wants better room in the kitchen for staff to able to move around without bumping into each others stations.
The Herald is following behind a young woman who has a man hanging on her. He was employed for this job to keep her safe. He is dressed in a simple black jacket, the hood pulled over his head, with his normal half mask over his face, covering his nose and mouth.
Toboroth is back in the forests, the forest guardian curled up amongst the trees. Foxes, deer, badgers, raccoons, rabbits, birds, and animals of every kind come, talking to the deer-headed grassy aberration. Flowers bloom over his mossy skin despite the chill of winter. It’s actually quite warm around him, like warm wet air.
Rio has taken the form of a normal snake and is watching quietly.
Loriche is roving around, foraging as usual.
Samaritan explains to William that he needs more room for the patrons of the restaurant and the amount he wants for the kitchen is going to leave little room for people.
She sees a massive bony length that resembles a snake-like body with multiple legs with a deer-skull head at one end.
Riotan is keeping his distance for sure, knowing that Samaritan will be very upset to see him again but unable to resist prying into everyone’s lives.
Perplexed and a little scared, she approaches slowly.
William goes off to retrieve some more pens and Samartian's heads snap around at the snake "What do you want?" He grumbles, his tone cold.
It looks up and tilts its head "H e l l o.." a voice mumurs.
He continues like a normal snake, acting as though he can’t hear.
“Who… are you?”
He sighs "Fine, be that way then. I don't care anymore." he grumbles and stands up.
"I am... Toboroth.." It replies "You are... someone new.."
The snake suddenly bursts and Riotan reconstructs from its gore. “Now we both know that’s not true…”
“New? Oh no no no, I’ve been here nearly a millennia already. But, your name is Toboroth… you wouldn’t be a god by any chance, would you?”
"HAH!" He snorts, a nearby bush suddenly exploding in flames "I am right on that line."
"Not a god..." it says, the bones creaking as it slithers around. The animals watch, as if listening "I am... made.."
“Well, uh, how thick is the line? Or does it have no width, only length?”
“So am I! I think everyone is… isn’t that what wombs do?” She thinks for a second. “Eh, doesn’t make a difference. Nice to meet you!”
"Its getting thinner by the moment." he narrows his eyes, folding his arms.
"It is.. nice to meet you as well." It nods "You smell... real.... birthed from a woman's blood but you are right, made you are."
“Okay okay. I’m sorry. I was manipulative. I should’ve been up front, and I apologize.”
“You can still smell that?? I thought everything would’ve rotted by now…”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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He sighs "Fine, be that way then. I don't care anymore." he grumbles and stands up.
"I am... Toboroth.." It replies "You are... someone new.."
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
Felix nods again. "I got some salamander recently, and you're the only one around here who can really eat it. I also got some other delicacies from the City of Brass and some recipes from an Efreeti chef that I'm eager to try out. And I only got a little singed on the trip!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The snake suddenly bursts and Riotan reconstructs from its gore. “Now we both know that’s not true…”
“New? Oh no no no, I’ve been here nearly a millennia already. But, your name is Toboroth… you wouldn’t be a god by any chance, would you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*blp*
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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.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. Do you still plan on the whole cannibalism thing?" Felix looks slightly hurt, but doesn't say anything.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"HAH!" He snorts, a nearby bush suddenly exploding in flames "I am right on that line."
"Not a god..." it says, the bones creaking as it slithers around. The animals watch, as if listening "I am... made.."
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
"No." William says "I'd rather not go to jail." he looks up, his steel-grey eyes meeting Felix's.
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 shrugs, before returning to focusing on his jokes, tapping his pencil against his lip “That coffee looks delicious.”
“If that were true than I’d have nothin’. What do ya think o’ this?” He holds up the partially finished statue.
“Just getting some stress out through painting.”
“Well, uh, how thick is the line? Or does it have no width, only length?”
“So am I! I think everyone is… isn’t that what wombs do?” She thinks for a second. “Eh, doesn’t make a difference. Nice to meet you!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*blip*
. ݁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.
“What do you mean probably? You need to explain what is going on. You know I’m always ready to help.”
"I snagged some from the tavern's kitchen." She grins "They have a good chocolate bean brew."
He examines it, lowering his googles "Good craftsmanship. Fairly carved. No nicks or crude edges" He hands it back and grins "Looks real good!"
"Well it is good to get stress out." She smiles.
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
"That's... good." Felix maintains eye contact for a bit, before slowly looking away to the ground.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Its getting thinner by the moment." he narrows his eyes, folding his arms.
"It is.. nice to meet you as well." It nods "You smell... real.... birthed from a woman's blood but you are right, made you are."
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
"You know how my dad cursed me, right?"
. ݁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.
(good afternoon)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
“I would love to try it, even if I’m the only durable enough to try all of it.” He smiles wide at them “Everything you make ends up being delicious, so I’m never going to not want to eat any of it. You’re a good guy Felix, don’t forget that.”
*good noonafter :)*
. ݁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.
"Mn, I suppose." is all that William offers. Samaritan grumbles "What the hell is up with you two? I can smell it and it smells like burning vegetables. I understand things have happened in the past but the keyword in that sentence is 'past'." He narrows his eyes, the three heads turning towards them "You both [gp]ed up, get over it, people make mistakes. Talk it over, hell, go to therapy or duke it out outside".
William gives Samartian a dirty look, his eyes turning warmer but only in anger.
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
“Okay okay. I’m sorry. I was manipulative. I should’ve been up front, and I apologize.”
“You can still smell that?? I thought everything would’ve rotted by now…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.