He looks at them, rubbing his eyes for a moment, sighing deeply “I’m… just so… tired, ya know?” He says, just drinking from the bottle instead.
“Would you like me to tell you what I still remember about myself? My apologies.”
“Yeah. You’ve been through a lot and there’s a lot on you right now. But you can make it through it.”
“Oh yeah sorry I misheard you. Sure.”
“It ain’t nothin’ new, life ain’t ever been easy since I was back at the orphanage, an’ even then…” He puts the bottle down, sitting next to them.
She begins to tell them a long story of traveling through a vast desert, living in what she describes as a den of snakes, which explains more about her appearance, her home distant and destroyed, leaving her alone to travel the world with no real home left.
"Well, life's never easy. But I guess if it was, it wouldn't be as meaningful. For some people, at least."
Mala listens closely to every word.
“Yeah, I guess yer right ‘bout that ain’t ya? Do ya want anythin’ ta eat?” He asks, putting on the heart covered mittens and his ‘kiss the cook’ apron.
Once she’s done, she concluding with explain how she got here, on an expedition’s end.
"No thank you."
"Huh. ...so what do you think about here?"
He begins to cook something, humming to himself “How’re ya doin’?”
“I haven’t yet been here long, but from what my friends have told, it is a good place indeed.”
"Same as always, more or less."
"Oh. Who're your friends?"
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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.
Ashi is outside, bandaging her wrists, palms, ankles, and feet. Before stand a wooden dummy with already marks on it from previous beatings. She slithers almost, delivering a flurry of blows to the wood. It doesn't seem to hurt her, the pure force of her hands and feet hitting it. She is dressed in a black sports bra and a pair of black shorts.
Malafasa watches, perched in the tree line.
Ashi turns to her, smiling "Hey there."
“Hi…” She croaks, looking tired.
"Oh dear, are you okay?" She asks and looks up, placing a hand against the tree.
“Same as usual.”
"Mind if I sit with you?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
“You can sit.” She nods, hopping off the branch and landing beside her.
She smiles and snuggles up to her "You want anything hon?"
Mala flushes violently. “…n…no… but thanks…”
She nods and holds her "Tell me if you do okay? I wanna see you happy."
“Thanks so much…” She sighs, leaning back against Ashi.
She gently runs a hand down her feathers, humming softly.
Her coat stands on end but she doesn't recoil in the slightest.
She lets go, feeling her stand up a bit "Ack sorry."
"No no no, you're okay. They just do that sometimes. It's like goosebumps."
She smiles and brings her to her lap, holding her gently and trying to soothe her.
He looks at them, rubbing his eyes for a moment, sighing deeply “I’m… just so… tired, ya know?” He says, just drinking from the bottle instead.
“Would you like me to tell you what I still remember about myself? My apologies.”
“Yeah. You’ve been through a lot and there’s a lot on you right now. But you can make it through it.”
“Oh yeah sorry I misheard you. Sure.”
“It ain’t nothin’ new, life ain’t ever been easy since I was back at the orphanage, an’ even then…” He puts the bottle down, sitting next to them.
She begins to tell them a long story of traveling through a vast desert, living in what she describes as a den of snakes, which explains more about her appearance, her home distant and destroyed, leaving her alone to travel the world with no real home left.
"Well, life's never easy. But I guess if it was, it wouldn't be as meaningful. For some people, at least."
Mala listens closely to every word.
“Yeah, I guess yer right ‘bout that ain’t ya? Do ya want anythin’ ta eat?” He asks, putting on the heart covered mittens and his ‘kiss the cook’ apron.
Once she’s done, she concluding with explain how she got here, on an expedition’s end.
"No thank you."
"Huh. ...so what do you think about here?"
He begins to cook something, humming to himself “How’re ya doin’?”
“I haven’t yet been here long, but from what my friends have told, it is a good place indeed.”
"Same as always, more or less."
"Oh. Who're your friends?"
“That sounds ‘bout right, ya don’t do much ta get anythin’ do ya?”
“You’ve likely met them, if only some, the most prominent being John.”
*He's a nobody, and the most expensive object he owns is a wooden icon of a martyr who was denied sainthood, which he is forced to use as a shield.*
*It was a gift.*
*He's gentle and afraid, but he's brave. He has to be brave. Not because he has a child or a friend or family to care for, but because he can't tolerate his squalid way of life anymore. Can't tolerate the hatred, the despair, and the pain people try to inflict on him every day.*
*I made a pig man who sells fried fish.*
*That is what he was born for. Wrought not from the love or even lust of two parents, but of the vague desire for food from a small group of people who got peckish on the way to and from church.*
*He was never loved, he never took his trident to a man, he never demanded payment or turned away a customer. He wants to see the best in everyone, but the church says spirits are beneath kindness. And yet he still shows up every day to sell them food.*
*He is not weak. He is not a coward. He is not frail or stupid or cruel.*
She cuddles up to them, humming the song in between kissing their cheek.
"Okay..." he says, blinking a bit, stretching. "Where are we?... like, town wise."
Once he sees they've stopped chasing the cart, he stops the horses. "You did something... okay, cool.. we're good now." he begins to breathe heavily, adrenaline tapering off.
(Good place to end it?)
He feels the drowsiness in himself fading as she looks out of the wagon's curtained windows "We are only an hour away. Would you like to do anything in that hour?”
"You are safe my dear, consider them handled." He closes his book, sitting next to them as they stop the horses "Deep breaths, I wouldn't let you get hurt under any circumstances."
(yeah, want owt else?)
"Two rounds, right now.... Please?" he says, remembering his manners.
He calms down, nodding. "Right. Thank you. Apparently they know, er, knew, a different set of manners than you or I."
(Don’t have a preference, sorry)
She smiles softly at them, closing the curtains back up. She locks the wagon doors (Pm or implied?)
“It does appear so, doesn’t it? Or at least they did before I happened to… well, that doesn’t matter. Would you like something to drink?” He asks.
(Ill pick two freshies for ya, and, implied.)
"They wont bother anybody else anymore." he says, back to the horses. "No, I'm fine, thank you. You?"
Domino is setting trees alight, watching as they blaze, but not burn.
A white, 6ft tall, toned Raigaar sits at the bar drinking mug after mug.
“I will likely not need much else to drink for quite some time. Though their blood was quite thin, not as satisfying as yours.”
Antonio walks through the forest, his uniform ripped and covered in his own blood, wounded heavily.
Thane sits down in the bar, ordering himself some water, and that’s it, waving at them with a smile.
Ashi is outside, bandaging her wrists, palms, ankles, and feet. Before stand a wooden dummy with already marks on it from previous beatings. She slithers almost, delivering a flurry of blows to the wood. It doesn't seem to hurt her, the pure force of her hands and feet hitting it. She is dressed in a black sports bra and a pair of black shorts.
Malafasa watches, perched in the tree line.
Ashi turns to her, smiling "Hey there."
“Hi…” She croaks, looking tired.
"Oh dear, are you okay?" She asks and looks up, placing a hand against the tree.
“Same as usual.”
"Mind if I sit with you?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
“You can sit.” She nods, hopping off the branch and landing beside her.
She smiles and snuggles up to her "You want anything hon?"
Mala flushes violently. “…n…no… but thanks…”
She nods and holds her "Tell me if you do okay? I wanna see you happy."
“Thanks so much…” She sighs, leaning back against Ashi.
She gently runs a hand down her feathers, humming softly.
Her coat stands on end but she doesn't recoil in the slightest.
She lets go, feeling her stand up a bit "Ack sorry."
"No no no, you're okay. They just do that sometimes. It's like goosebumps."
She smiles and brings her to her lap, holding her gently and trying to soothe her.
Mala takes a deep breath and closes her eyes slowly, nuzzling against Ashi.
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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.
Ashi is outside, bandaging her wrists, palms, ankles, and feet. Before stand a wooden dummy with already marks on it from previous beatings. She slithers almost, delivering a flurry of blows to the wood. It doesn't seem to hurt her, the pure force of her hands and feet hitting it. She is dressed in a black sports bra and a pair of black shorts.
Malafasa watches, perched in the tree line.
Ashi turns to her, smiling "Hey there."
“Hi…” She croaks, looking tired.
"Oh dear, are you okay?" She asks and looks up, placing a hand against the tree.
“Same as usual.”
"Mind if I sit with you?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
“You can sit.” She nods, hopping off the branch and landing beside her.
She smiles and snuggles up to her "You want anything hon?"
Mala flushes violently. “…n…no… but thanks…”
She nods and holds her "Tell me if you do okay? I wanna see you happy."
“Thanks so much…” She sighs, leaning back against Ashi.
She gently runs a hand down her feathers, humming softly.
Her coat stands on end but she doesn't recoil in the slightest.
She lets go, feeling her stand up a bit "Ack sorry."
"No no no, you're okay. They just do that sometimes. It's like goosebumps."
She smiles and brings her to her lap, holding her gently and trying to soothe her.
Mala takes a deep breath and closes her eyes slowly, nuzzling against Ashi.
She beams happily and nuzzling back "Sorry if I'm so forward with my affections hon."
*He's a nobody, and the most expensive object he owns is a wooden icon of a martyr who was denied sainthood, which he is forced to use as a shield.*
*It was a gift.*
*He's gentle and afraid, but he's brave. He has to be brave. Not because he has a child or a friend or family to care for, but because he can't tolerate his squalid way of life anymore. Can't tolerate the hatred, the despair, and the pain people try to inflict on him every day.*
*I made a pig man who sells fried fish.*
*That is what he was born for. Wrought not from the love or even lust of two parents, but of the vague desire for food from a small group of people who got peckish on the way to and from church.*
*He was never loved, he never took his trident to a man, he never demanded payment or turned away a customer. He wants to see the best in everyone, but the church says spirits are beneath kindness. And yet he still shows up every day to sell them food.*
*He is not weak. He is not a coward. He is not frail or stupid or cruel.*
*He is a pig man who sells fried fish.*
*wait, he's a what that sells WHAT?*
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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.
*That does sound about right, if only the real world were that simple.*
"Same as always, more or less."
"Oh. Who're your friends?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She picks him by his thighs, holding him close "Don't worry, I understand you hon." She smiles softly.
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 smiles and brings her to her lap, holding her gently and trying to soothe her.
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 sounds ‘bout right, ya don’t do much ta get anythin’ do ya?”
“You’ve likely met them, if only some, the most prominent being John.”
*...*
*...*
*I made a pig man who sells fried fish.*
*He's a nobody, and the most expensive object he owns is a wooden icon of a martyr who was denied sainthood, which he is forced to use as a shield.*
*It was a gift.*
*He's gentle and afraid, but he's brave. He has to be brave. Not because he has a child or a friend or family to care for, but because he can't tolerate his squalid way of life anymore. Can't tolerate the hatred, the despair, and the pain people try to inflict on him every day.*
*I made a pig man who sells fried fish.*
*That is what he was born for. Wrought not from the love or even lust of two parents, but of the vague desire for food from a small group of people who got peckish on the way to and from church.*
*He was never loved, he never took his trident to a man, he never demanded payment or turned away a customer. He wants to see the best in everyone, but the church says spirits are beneath kindness. And yet he still shows up every day to sell them food.*
*He is not weak. He is not a coward. He is not frail or stupid or cruel.*
*He is a pig man who sells fried fish.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I will likely not need much else to drink for quite some time. Though their blood was quite thin, not as satisfying as yours.”
Antonio walks through the forest, his uniform ripped and covered in his own blood, wounded heavily.
Thane sits down in the bar, ordering himself some water, and that’s it, waving at them with a smile.
*Course!
Her name is Ashi and she has already managed to bag Malafasa and Milo.*
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 blushes when she does, growing rigid, stiff as a board, his hair crackling “O-okay…” He smiles broadly back at them.
She kisses the curve of his chin before kissing him properly, gently and then deepening it.
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
Mala takes a deep breath and closes her eyes slowly, nuzzling against Ashi.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He kisses them back, fully and equally, closing his eyes as he deepens, unable to think of anything else.
She beams happily and nuzzling back "Sorry if I'm so forward with my affections hon."
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 pulls back, trying to stop her fangs from unsheathing. She laughs a bit "Sorry, don't wanna bite ya."
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
*wait, he's a what that sells WHAT?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Anyway, Scartosso the pig spirit will be introduced soon.*
*Who here wants to RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels