*The moth man walked through the valley of shadows and into the town of despair. He turned those places into bright and cheery places, turning sadness and hatred into moths. Each moth he created was added to his own mass of fluttering, energetic, moths. One day, he sat down at a bar, crying softly. When asked what the matter was, he replied "I have too many moths, would you like some?" But before the bartended could reply, his mouth and eyes were filled with moths, consuming him and releasing the previous Moth Man.
The moth man lives on through the bartender, and the cycle begins anew.*
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*The moth man walked through the valley of shadows and into the town of despair. He turned those places into bright and cheery places, turning sadness and hatred into moths. Each moth he created was added to his own mass of fluttering, energetic, moths. One day, he sat down at a bar, crying softly. When asked what the matter was, he replied "I have too many moths, would you like some?" But before the bartended could reply, his mouth and eyes were filled with moths, consuming him and releasing the previous Moth Man.
The moth man lives on through the bartender, and the cycle begins anew.*
*no such thing as too many moths*
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Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
*The moth man walked through the valley of shadows and into the town of despair. He turned those places into bright and cheery places, turning sadness and hatred into moths. Each moth he created was added to his own mass of fluttering, energetic, moths. One day, he sat down at a bar, crying softly. When asked what the matter was, he replied "I have too many moths, would you like some?" But before the bartended could reply, his mouth and eyes were filled with moths, consuming him and releasing the previous Moth Man.
The moth man lives on through the bartender, and the cycle begins anew.*
Thirteen is examining an antique porcelain mask that resembles the face of a white dragon.
Mauric is nowhere to be found.
Loriche is putting Clover in its armor.
Overnight, Eito has somehow moved their shrine a lot closer to Omi’s house.
Riotan is making quasits from all the snakes he bred.
Yod is out looking for a gift to get for Cevin.
Malafasa is reading an old book about local meteorology.
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Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
Theren is in the library reading up on older folklore.
The boy and girl with the deer and rabbit masks are wandering around outside the inn, looking lost.
-open slots so yall can choose whoever-
*hiya!*
Thirteen is also in there, puzzling over a seemingly very old white dragon mask.
Yod is making his way back from town, humming quietly.
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Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
Theren is in the library reading up on older folklore.
The boy and girl with the deer and rabbit masks are wandering around outside the inn, looking lost.
-open slots so yall can choose whoever-
*hiya!*
Thirteen is also in there, puzzling over a seemingly very old white dragon mask.
Yod is making his way back from town, humming quietly.
*How are you.*
Theren sighs, jotting down some notes.
The kids lay flat in the tall grass.
*just fine, you?*
”Have you ever been to Najara?” He asks in a somewhat quiet voice.
He nods to them as he passes by them.
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Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
*(sniff, sniff) yes, husband..*
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Sanctuary]
"I like it here"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Was it wrong? Was it right?
Should we be here at all?
We've caused pain
Through our crimes
How far will we fall?
"That's good enough for me." she says, stretching and laying down, soaking up the sun.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Sanctuary]
Iris lays down next to her and smiles
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Was it wrong? Was it right?
Should we be here at all?
We've caused pain
Through our crimes
How far will we fall?
She runs a paw across their belly. "Guess how much I sold everything for"
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Sanctuary]
*Good morning everyone.*
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Was it wrong? Was it right?
Should we be here at all?
We've caused pain
Through our crimes
How far will we fall?
*The moth man walked through the valley of shadows and into the town of despair. He turned those places into bright and cheery places, turning sadness and hatred into moths. Each moth he created was added to his own mass of fluttering, energetic, moths. One day, he sat down at a bar, crying softly. When asked what the matter was, he replied "I have too many moths, would you like some?" But before the bartended could reply, his mouth and eyes were filled with moths, consuming him and releasing the previous Moth Man.
The moth man lives on through the bartender, and the cycle begins anew.*
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Sanctuary]
*no such thing as too many moths*
Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
*You should have got moths*
Sig but long ^w^
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Thirteen is examining an antique porcelain mask that resembles the face of a white dragon.
Mauric is nowhere to be found.
Loriche is putting Clover in its armor.
Overnight, Eito has somehow moved their shrine a lot closer to Omi’s house.
Riotan is making quasits from all the snakes he bred.
Yod is out looking for a gift to get for Cevin.
Malafasa is reading an old book about local meteorology.
Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
*My ex wife still misses me but her aim is getting better!*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
opportunities don't happen, you create them -Chris Grosser
*Good morning.*
Theren is in the library reading up on older folklore.
Leo is now fully better in his workshop and working on some new armor designs.
The boy and girl with the deer and rabbit masks are wandering around outside the inn, looking lost.
-open slots so yall can choose whoever-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Isaac knocks on the door
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Was it wrong? Was it right?
Should we be here at all?
We've caused pain
Through our crimes
How far will we fall?
*hiya!*
Thirteen is also in there, puzzling over a seemingly very old white dragon mask.
Yod is making his way back from town, humming quietly.
Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
*How are you.*
Theren sighs, jotting down some notes.
The kids lay flat in the tall grass.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*just fine, you?*
”Have you ever been to Najara?” He asks in a somewhat quiet voice.
He nods to them as he passes by them.
Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run… but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
(Hi jobah)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Was it wrong? Was it right?
Should we be here at all?
We've caused pain
Through our crimes
How far will we fall?
*how is everyone today?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
opportunities don't happen, you create them -Chris Grosser
*Having a rough morning*
"Nope." Theren responds
The kids shrink lower
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.