*I'm working on a fat fox paladin who has been worshiped as a tutelary deity and tourist attraction in a small village for centuries. He's a hedonist who believes in making the world around himself better because that means less dumb sad people to weigh on his mind, and a better world is a better world for him, right? He treats his allies as extensions of himself and gives them gifts that he insists they take. Fine clothes, good food, whatever. He's selfish, but can come across as selfless purely because he wants to live in a good world that loves him as much as he loves himself.*
*I'm working on a fat fox paladin who has been worshiped as a tutelary deity and tourist attraction in a small village for centuries. He's a hedonist who believes in making the world around himself better because that means less dumb sad people to weigh on his mind, and a better world is a better world for him, right? He treats his allies as extensions of himself and gives them gifts that he insists they take. Fine clothes, good food, whatever. He's selfish, but can come across as selfless purely because he wants to live in a good world that loves him as much as he loves himself.*
*He's going to follow Libertarian philosophy, meaning "do what you want with your body and your property, and anyone who says otherwise can buzz off." Notably, the "buzz off" part applies to you as well, so you're not allowed to impose yourself on others unless you have special justification, usually in the vein of "they were imposing themselves on others' bodies, property, life, etc."*
*I'm working on a fat fox paladin who has been worshiped as a tutelary deity and tourist attraction in a small village for centuries. He's a hedonist who believes in making the world around himself better because that means less dumb sad people to weigh on his mind, and a better world is a better world for him, right? He treats his allies as extensions of himself and gives them gifts that he insists they take. Fine clothes, good food, whatever. He's selfish, but can come across as selfless purely because he wants to live in a good world that loves him as much as he loves himself.*
*He's going to follow Libertarian philosophy, meaning "do what you want with your body and your property, and anyone who says otherwise can buzz off." Notably, the "buzz off" part applies to you as well, so you're not allowed to impose yourself on others unless you have special justification, usually in the vein of "they were imposing themselves on others' bodies, property, life, etc."*
*I love this.*
*This way, he can be selfish and a hero at the same time. He takes an active approach to his role as a protector, so he seeks out corruption just because he thinks it's really fun to just... kill people.*
*Also, he eats people. Why? Because tasty. He only eats people who die by his hand, though. That's one of the few rules he follows.*
Carrion is outside, eating what appears to be a full ten course meal consisting of large portions of high protein foods like meats, eggs, and nuts. He is dressed in robes fitting his proportions that are deep jet black and crimson in color. Despite eating, he seems sad.
Carrion is outside, eating what appears to be a full ten course meal consisting of large portions of high protein foods like meats, eggs, and nuts. He is dressed in robes fitting his proportions that are deep jet black and crimson in color. Despite eating, he seems sad.
A tall, but obviously gentle giant, forest marten approaches and crouches down, towering over them at 20 feet. He cocks his head and frowns.
"Are you doing okay?"
The Elder God of Flesh turns around, his blood wet writhing skin glinting in the morning light. "I am not, my child, I am the very thing opposite from it.'
*Good morning, I’m gonna intro a bar owning battle maidan later, yall know the drill by now. I wanna rp, but I can’t, so I’ll be on in 1-3 hours, love all of you, take care.*
Carrion is outside, eating what appears to be a full ten course meal consisting of large portions of high protein foods like meats, eggs, and nuts. He is dressed in robes fitting his proportions that are deep jet black and crimson in color. Despite eating, he seems sad.
A tall, but obviously gentle giant, forest marten approaches and crouches down, towering over them at 20 feet. He cocks his head and frowns.
"Are you doing okay?"
The Elder God of Flesh turns around, his blood wet writhing skin glinting in the morning light. "I am not, my child, I am the very thing opposite from it.'
He frowns and sits down next to the table, facing Carrion. "What troubles you, sir?"
"A beloved creation of mine thinks that others around him are nothing but cattle, even less than. It saddens me..." He says, wringing his hands
*Good morning, I’m gonna intro a bar owning battle maidan later, yall know the drill by now. I wanna rp, but I can’t, so I’ll be on in 1-3 hours, love all of you, take care.*
*Hello! I don't know who I want, sorry.*
*I want the Summer Mink, Dew, and Saphuno, for when I get back. Love you Salem,*
*Hello (rustling of notes) Flesh Mine Worker #2305. Do you too enjoy... um... (thinking)... nutrient slop?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*UwU' Sowwy, no*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm working on a fat fox paladin who has been worshiped as a tutelary deity and tourist attraction in a small village for centuries. He's a hedonist who believes in making the world around himself better because that means less dumb sad people to weigh on his mind, and a better world is a better world for him, right? He treats his allies as extensions of himself and gives them gifts that he insists they take. Fine clothes, good food, whatever. He's selfish, but can come across as selfless purely because he wants to live in a good world that loves him as much as he loves himself.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I am far from home and loved immensely*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*He's going to follow Libertarian philosophy, meaning "do what you want with your body and your property, and anyone who says otherwise can buzz off." Notably, the "buzz off" part applies to you as well, so you're not allowed to impose yourself on others unless you have special justification, usually in the vein of "they were imposing themselves on others' bodies, property, life, etc."*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*This way, he can be selfish and a hero at the same time. He takes an active approach to his role as a protector, so he seeks out corruption just because he thinks it's really fun to just... kill people.*
*Also, he eats people. Why? Because tasty. He only eats people who die by his hand, though. That's one of the few rules he follows.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Carrion is outside, eating what appears to be a full ten course meal consisting of large portions of high protein foods like meats, eggs, and nuts. He is dressed in robes fitting his proportions that are deep jet black and crimson in color. Despite eating, he seems sad.
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
The Elder God of Flesh turns around, his blood wet writhing skin glinting in the morning light. "I am not, my child, I am the very thing opposite from 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
*Good morning, I’m gonna intro a bar owning battle maidan later, yall know the drill by now. I wanna rp, but I can’t, so I’ll be on in 1-3 hours, love all of you, take care.*
"A beloved creation of mine thinks that others around him are nothing but cattle, even less than. It saddens me..." He says, wringing his hands
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
*I want the Summer Mink, Dew, and Saphuno, for when I get back. Love you Salem,*