Azeral is sitting outside, a campfire burning before him. The wood of the fire isn't wood at all, more so the body of a charred woman. The body of a very old man sits on one of the logs across from Azeral, it's eyes ripped out and pinned to the wood by a giant metal rod going straight through him. Azeral is cooking what appears to be the man's eyes on a stone, grumbling about how people have to make it so difficult to get a meal.
Bishop is in the streets, at a little makeshift altar, praising the word of Carrion. People give him a wide berth, nervous around his insane rambling about the Flesh God
Samaritan is beating the crud out of a punching bag, nearly ripping it to shreds. He, for once, is dressed in regular clothing. A simple tank-top, a black zip-up hoodie, and black sweats.
Azeral is sitting outside, a campfire burning before him. The wood of the fire isn't wood at all, more so the body of a charred woman. The body of a very old man sits on one of the logs across from Azeral, it's eyes ripped out and pinned to the wood by a giant metal rod going straight through him. Azeral is cooking what appears to be the man's eyes on a stone, grumbling about how people have to make it so difficult to get a meal.
Bishop is in the streets, at a little makeshift altar, praising the word of Carrion. People give him a wide berth, nervous around his insane rambling about the Flesh God
Samaritan is beating the crud out of a punching bag, nearly ripping it to shreds. He, for once, is dressed in regular clothing. A simple tank-top, a black zip-up hoodie, and black sweats.
*Hi wendi ^^*
The priest opening the boarded up church (lemme know if you missed that intro) looks at the altar curiously as he sweeps the front step
Theres a whistle from behind Samaritan, "Wow, got some frustrations huh?"
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*Sorry, I’m back.*
“I used to be even smaller than you.” He says with a smile on his face.
*I am deeply sorry to hear that, can I help in any way?*
*Some fighting. Don't know why it triggers me, but it does*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"O-oh," he smiles softly, "You got big then"
*I’m deeply, deeply sorry it happened, even more so I can’t do anything about it.*
*Aw, sorry to hear that*
*You don't have to be sorry. You didn't start the fight*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Yep, I worked hard, and had a little help from my genetics, and I got this big.” He says with a chuckle, “Do I still seem scary?”
*Thank you*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Y-yeah, but thats normal. you don't seem mean"
*Yeah yeah, but I just wanna help you. Is there anything I can do?*
*Probably not, but the panic attack ended a minute ago, and the fight like 5 minutes ago*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Good, I wouldn’t want to scare a child. If you grow up and become evil, then I’ll have to be scary.” He boops them on the nose.
*Okay, that’s good to hear, I don’t want to worry about you.*
Azeral is sitting outside, a campfire burning before him. The wood of the fire isn't wood at all, more so the body of a charred woman. The body of a very old man sits on one of the logs across from Azeral, it's eyes ripped out and pinned to the wood by a giant metal rod going straight through him. Azeral is cooking what appears to be the man's eyes on a stone, grumbling about how people have to make it so difficult to get a meal.
Bishop is in the streets, at a little makeshift altar, praising the word of Carrion. People give him a wide berth, nervous around his insane rambling about the Flesh God
Samaritan is beating the crud out of a punching bag, nearly ripping it to shreds. He, for once, is dressed in regular clothing. A simple tank-top, a black zip-up hoodie, and black sweats.
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
*Oh hey Wendi, I was just about to leave, good to see you, love you, rp later?*
*So, want to RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He nods softgly, "I won't be"
*Course*
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
*Hi wendi ^^*
The priest opening the boarded up church (lemme know if you missed that intro) looks at the altar curiously as he sweeps the front step
Theres a whistle from behind Samaritan, "Wow, got some frustrations huh?"