"Do not run child...i will bring you to your mother..." the voice says, like static in her brain. The monster follows her, right on her heels
"That pain-loving wretch is not my mother!" She yells back in response, not daring to slow down.
"I am not talking about the rot child...." he grumbles
She pauses for a moment to catch her breath, hiding behind a tree. "S- She didn't... send you after me?" She asks, getting ready to flee again should he be trying to trick her.
The monster lays on the ground, staring at her tree. "She did, but I did not realize...what she wanted to do...I may be a monster...but I have a heart..." it says lowly
"Why?... Why is she doing this?.." She asks no one in particular, still on guard.
He holds out a clawed finger. "I do not know child..."
She very hesitantly looks out from behind the tree, not saying anything, before stepping a bit closer with extreme reluctance.
Up close he looks almost cat-like. He tilts his head slightly.
She tentatively approaches, her head tilting a bit as well. "Who are you?" She asks, more curious than afraid, though still somewhat on guard.
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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)
"You are more than I could ever deserves.." she mutters and hugs him tightly.
"La'Thayanshia'Day'Toberrta." They said "Bit of a mouthful."
He hugs her back, just as tight within his arms "Are we just gonna spend the entire rest o' the mornin' talkin' 'bout how we don't deserve each other?" He asks.
He raises an eyebrow, chuckling "Just a bit, I'll stick to La'Thay then."
"Yep, because I love you too much." she smiles and kisses him.
"You are more than I could ever deserves.." she mutters and hugs him tightly.
"La'Thayanshia'Day'Toberrta." They said "Bit of a mouthful."
He hugs her back, just as tight within his arms "Are we just gonna spend the entire rest o' the mornin' talkin' 'bout how we don't deserve each other?" He asks.
He raises an eyebrow, chuckling "Just a bit, I'll stick to La'Thay then."
"Yep, because I love you too much." she smiles and kisses him.
"Best option." they said and took off their helm.
"And I'll love you for the rest of eternity." He kisses them back, "I've been learnin' how ta cook. I'm gonna make ya a treat."
He looks curiously at them "Tell me, are you new to town?"
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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.'
*If anyone wishes to rp, here are the characters.*
Stroth is sitting on the roof of the tavern, eating lunch of a salad, a man she discreetly killed and was careful to not get caught for, and corn on the cob. Its a scary sight, watching her eat with her multiple mouths.
A large figure dressed in golden armor is sitting in the tavern, polishing his shield made of similar gold metal. The symbol of abjuration on the front is etched nicely.
Jack is trying to practice his new spell but he cant seem to get it right.
KK is also on the roof of the tavern, making a painting of the landscape in vivid shades of red, using paint that is probably made from someone's blood to do so.
Stroth hands her some corn "Want some?"
One of her hands that isn't holding her painting tools accepts the corn. "Yes, thank you."
She nods and hands her half an ear, snapping it in half.
She takes the offered half, looking back at the painting. "So, how have things been?" She asks, taking a bite from the corn.
"Eh, okay for the most part." She said "What about you?"
"It's been a rollercoaster. Have a boyfriend now, made a nightmare theme park, and the Seer is trying to come back... peaks and valleys, you know?"
"A boyfriend eh? Look at you gooooooo!" she pokes her.
She chuckles a bit. "Yep! I guess we matched each other's insanity, and were fast friends, and then things just kinda progressed from there. He's... he's perfect, really."
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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)
"You are more than I could ever deserves.." she mutters and hugs him tightly.
"La'Thayanshia'Day'Toberrta." They said "Bit of a mouthful."
He hugs her back, just as tight within his arms "Are we just gonna spend the entire rest o' the mornin' talkin' 'bout how we don't deserve each other?" He asks.
He raises an eyebrow, chuckling "Just a bit, I'll stick to La'Thay then."
"Yep, because I love you too much." she smiles and kisses him.
"Best option." they said and took off their helm.
"And I'll love you for the rest of eternity." He kisses them back, "I've been learnin' how ta cook. I'm gonna make ya a treat."
He looks curiously at them "Tell me, are you new to town?"
*If anyone wishes to rp, here are the characters.*
Stroth is sitting on the roof of the tavern, eating lunch of a salad, a man she discreetly killed and was careful to not get caught for, and corn on the cob. Its a scary sight, watching her eat with her multiple mouths.
A large figure dressed in golden armor is sitting in the tavern, polishing his shield made of similar gold metal. The symbol of abjuration on the front is etched nicely.
Jack is trying to practice his new spell but he cant seem to get it right.
KK is also on the roof of the tavern, making a painting of the landscape in vivid shades of red, using paint that is probably made from someone's blood to do so.
Stroth hands her some corn "Want some?"
One of her hands that isn't holding her painting tools accepts the corn. "Yes, thank you."
She nods and hands her half an ear, snapping it in half.
She takes the offered half, looking back at the painting. "So, how have things been?" She asks, taking a bite from the corn.
"Eh, okay for the most part." She said "What about you?"
"It's been a rollercoaster. Have a boyfriend now, made a nightmare theme park, and the Seer is trying to come back... peaks and valleys, you know?"
"A boyfriend eh? Look at you gooooooo!" she pokes her.
She chuckles a bit. "Yep! I guess we matched each other's insanity, and were fast friends, and then things just kinda progressed from there. He's... he's perfect, really."
"It's alright- you being here is already helping a lot." She responds, grinning as well as she imagines it... it's as horrifying as it is beautiful, she thinks.
The Seer has given up on trying to make any snide responses, focusing its efforts fully onto pushing back. It seems to have spent a lot of energy to do this, but still has much more.
He looks back to her, knowing that she's thinking about it. He stands back up, walking over to the piano and beginning to play an eerie tune, beautiful and bone chilling.
She pushes back with everything she's got, smiling at the fact that they've finally given up on all of the dumb attempts at dissuading her. She channels the forest through her back into the ground, amplifying it,
KK sits on the bench next to him, placing two of her hands on another end of the keyboard and beginning to add a counterpoint melody to his playing- it's slower, but complements the original melody rather well.
It continues to try to get past her attempt to seal it back into the earth, taking from the corruption and shadows around itself. It isn't even trying to re-corrupt the terrain anymore- it just wants to break free from the clearing and flee to scheme another day.
He changes the pace ever slowly, like a rising tide to suddenly becoming a calm lake, a mild river to a waterfall, the ever erratic mind of insanity, symbolized only a fraction in this song they both play.
With every attempt they make she has a counter, it takes an immense amount of effort to hold back the tide of evil magic, burning spells slots faster by the second. She makes a small call out, through the forest with her druidic power, almost undetectable, to Omori to come to her.
She keeps up with the pace each time it changes, her own melody being erratic as well- like a broken mirror with all of its pieces rearranged into new shapes- odd time signatures and discordant notes that still blend beautifully with his playing.
After another minute of this struggle, Omori runs from the forest to her mother's aid, which draws the Seer's attention for just long enough that they lose a bit of their focus. The Seer's Shadow panics to regain an advantage, but is pushed back into the earth by Merabelle's magic, and the small extra bit of druidic magic that comes from Omori channeling her energy into her mother's magic, spending all of her own spell slots.
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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)
"Im doing it." He 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
She tentatively approaches, her head tilting a bit as well. "Who are you?" She asks, more curious than afraid, though still somewhat on guard.
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)
"I would say there are. After all, I know more about them than you do." He says calmly.
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.)
"Yep, because I love you too much." she smiles and kisses him.
"Best option." they said and took off their helm.
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
"noooooo!" he says, hugging him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I do not remember my name child....I am The Creature in the Woods..." he says softly, holding out his clawed finger to her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And I'll love you for the rest of eternity." He kisses them back, "I've been learnin' how ta cook. I'm gonna make ya a treat."
He looks curiously at them "Tell me, are you new to town?"
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.)
She chuckles a bit. "Yep! I guess we matched each other's insanity, and were fast friends, and then things just kinda progressed from there. He's... he's perfect, really."
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 why aren't you doing the autopsy" I shot back
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"Because I'm a detective, not a doctor. And sick doctor should be in a hospital unless they're a patient."
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.)
"Yep. I am." He 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
"You don't have to dear." She smiles.
"I am." They said and nodded.
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
PHoenix picks him up. "Nuh uh!!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Good for you hon." She nodded.
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
"Ah, ya got me there, but I'm still gonna make ya one. Cause I love ya." He beams back.
"What brings you to town, just stopping on a journey?"
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.)
She keeps up with the pace each time it changes, her own melody being erratic as well- like a broken mirror with all of its pieces rearranged into new shapes- odd time signatures and discordant notes that still blend beautifully with his playing.
After another minute of this struggle, Omori runs from the forest to her mother's aid, which draws the Seer's attention for just long enough that they lose a bit of their focus. The Seer's Shadow panics to regain an advantage, but is pushed back into the earth by Merabelle's magic, and the small extra bit of druidic magic that comes from Omori channeling her energy into her mother's magic, spending all of her own spell slots.
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)
*I am dumb*
Extended signature
*i need to learn how to 3d model*
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 am, you cannot stop me." He huffs
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
She sighs and leans her head on his shoulder.
"I intend to stay a bit but the length of the stay is to be determined."
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