"...You aren't... going to..." He trails off, seemingly accepting this in spite of whatever is muddling his mind. "...Nothing important, then..." He answers, continuing his writings.
She walks to the desk, putting something down in front of them, a painting of Rennick before he turned into what he is now, back when he was young. She then nods, gives them one last hug, and leaves.
He picks up the painting, looking at the face of who he once was. "Thank you." He says in response before she leaves.
*Wonderful yet very sad, I think Merabelle really had to fight the want to look at him, just because of their history. Anyway, want anyone else?*
*It is very sad indeed, what happened to him. Hopefully Omori can avoid a similar fate...*
*Sure, I'd love to continue with a new character! Could I have... Henry and another of your choice, please?*
*Of course, here you go.*
Henry is playing the piano alone in the Warehouse, eyes closed as he presses softly on the keys, letting the music be his vise, and his passion be his muse.
A new bar has opened up in the town, called the Campfire.
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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.'
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
*-feral theren noises.- Also, do you mind if i use my new character here?*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I certainly hope so. What kind of magic do you specialize in?"
"Soul magic, don't really have a type I'm particularly good at, but I can do this." He seems to shimmer before walking straight through them, turning back to normal, "After all, I'm a Reaper."
*HE'S A BLEACH REFERENCE!*
*I had no clue! ...Probably because I've never been interested in Bleach. I really like the name, though.*
"That't sounds like it could be flashy! I'm excited. I'd better get in practice with my less lethal spells..." He chuckles.
*You should watch it, it's very good, and it's able ghosts fighting evil ghosts.*
"Good, I wouldn't want you to accidentally kill your rival the first time with battle. Ruins the rivalry a little, doesn't it."
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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.'
He makes a 'calm down' motion with his paws. "Of course, but the rest have to go for good." He smiles and flicks the spoon, shearing off the tip of his claw. "It's sharp as a razor. You won't feel a thing if you hold... very... still." He seems very calm about this, as if he had a lot of experience with cutting out people's eyes with spoons. "I won't rush you, but this procedure will be completed."
"A- Are you sure there isn't some other way?" She stutters, the tiny bits of aberrant light in her eyes shifting as if the curse is also afraid. She does manage to stay still, though.
"Not that consistently keeps your mind and soul intact. This may seem gruesome and unnecessary, but I assure you this is the safest option... most likely." He puts a paw on the back of her head. "Are you ready? Or would you like some more time?"
-a knock at the door-
*Ah, a fellow furry! I would like to warn you, three-way interactions usually get confusing. Perhaps you should introduce your character in their own post, then let others interact with them. Also, time does not necessarily flow the same on the forums by necessity, so you can interact with multiple people using the same character. Took me a while to figure that out, so I wanted to help you with it early on.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
Atticus emerges from the woodwork. "Is this who you want to be, Carrion?" He's holding a book bound in fresh flesh in his hand. A book made in dedication to Carrion.
Due to his sudden burst of rage, Carrion's form is a little more... morbid. His body resembled a fatty worm with eyes speckled over its body connected to his lower half. He quickly composed himself and hugged himself "Oh, very sorry.. I have been gone for billions upon billions of years, all because of that wretched Goddess of Light.. So much I have lost, things I have missed, years I can never get back."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
*-feral theren noises.- Also, do you mind if i use my new character here?*
*Sure!*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
Helianth is also outside when it notices the god of flesh tearing into the tree. The angel of emptiness watches for a while before it speaks up. "You seem angry. May I ask why? Perhaps I can help." It says, one of its roots taking a sip of the comparatively tiny cup of tea in its flesh-and-metal hand.
Carrion composes himself quickly, his raging aura suddenly becoming calm and collected. "Oh.. Hello there. I am very sorry, just a bit of anger. I am fine."
"Are you sure? That seemed like more than a bit." It responds. "I won't push you to speak of it if you don't want to, though. Who are you?"
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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)
The archmage shakes his head and raises his hands. "No need for that. The monster is a gift. A warm welcome." He sits down on the ground in front of them. "Now, who's in the carriage?"
*Sorry, i was eating lunch ;-; *
The Knights look at eachother as the carriage halts. The door opens to show a elf, standing at 6'0" even. He is wearing black robes with golden trim. His has semi-long dirty blonde hair, sharp but dead blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. "Hello." he says softly.
The strugel tips his cowboy hat. "Hello to you too, buddy. You a noble of some kind?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
*-feral theren noises.- Also, do you mind if i use my new character here?*
*Sure!*
*Thanks buddyy!!*
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
Helianth is also outside when it notices the god of flesh tearing into the tree. The angel of emptiness watches for a while before it speaks up. "You seem angry. May I ask why? Perhaps I can help." It says, one of its roots taking a sip of the comparatively tiny cup of tea in its flesh-and-metal hand.
Carrion composes himself quickly, his raging aura suddenly becoming calm and collected. "Oh.. Hello there. I am very sorry, just a bit of anger. I am fine."
"Are you sure? That seemed like more than a bit." It responds. "I won't push you to speak of it if you don't want to, though. Who are you?"
"I am Carrion.. and I would like if we dropped it, it is a wound I don't wish to pick at." he says and sniffs the air "You smell... heavenly. No no, not heavenly, far from that. More so.. beautiful."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
Uzui happens to not only feel the presence and force of each blow, but watches it happen. He happens to be going for a walk when it happens, but stops to look over to them. He doesn't do anything but watch as they turn the tree to splinters and splinters to mush in the dirt.
The god's entire body seems to grow more grotesque and morbid with each blow, a pair of fleshy wings sprouting from his back, multiple eyes opening up along his fatty body, his lower half becoming more worm like.
He walks over to them, tapping them on their shoulder "Carrion. I recommend stopping. For a moment at the least."
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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.'
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
*-feral theren noises.- Also, do you mind if i use my new character here?*
*Sure!*
*Thanks buddyy!!*
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
Carrion watches quietly, eyes narrowed at this sight.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Wonderful yet very sad, I think Merabelle really had to fight the want to look at him, just because of their history. Anyway, want anyone else?*
*It is very sad indeed, what happened to him. Hopefully Omori can avoid a similar fate...*
*Sure, I'd love to continue with a new character! Could I have... Henry and another of your choice, please?*
*Of course, here you go.*
Henry is playing the piano alone in the Warehouse, eyes closed as he presses softly on the keys, letting the music be his vise, and his passion be his muse.
A new bar has opened up in the town, called the Campfire.
The Architect is hanging upside-down from the ceiling on threads of woven shadow and sinew, listening to him play as she writes something down in her notepad.
Mavis notices the Campfire, and not having seen it before, decides to walk in- at the very least, just to see what it's like.
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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)
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
Uzui happens to not only feel the presence and force of each blow, but watches it happen. He happens to be going for a walk when it happens, but stops to look over to them. He doesn't do anything but watch as they turn the tree to splinters and splinters to mush in the dirt.
The god's entire body seems to grow more grotesque and morbid with each blow, a pair of fleshy wings sprouting from his back, multiple eyes opening up along his fatty body, his lower half becoming more worm like.
He walks over to them, tapping them on their shoulder "Carrion. I recommend stopping. For a moment at the least."
Carrion suddenly stops and turns around, suddenly his aura of rage becomes calm as he composes himself. "Ah..Uzui.. I am so sorry."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The archmage shakes his head and raises his hands. "No need for that. The monster is a gift. A warm welcome." He sits down on the ground in front of them. "Now, who's in the carriage?"
*Sorry, i was eating lunch ;-; *
The Knights look at eachother as the carriage halts. The door opens to show a elf, standing at 6'0" even. He is wearing black robes with golden trim. His has semi-long dirty blonde hair, sharp but dead blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. "Hello." he says softly.
The strugel tips his cowboy hat. "Hello to you too, buddy. You a noble of some kind?"
"Sort of. I'm only an heir." he says, still speaking softly.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
*-feral theren noises.- Also, do you mind if i use my new character here?*
*Sure!*
*Thanks buddyy!!*
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
Carrion watches quietly, eyes narrowed at this sight.
The knights have their heads on a swivel, not noticing Carrion yet
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Carrion is outside, staring up at the sky. He seems to be glaring at the sun that shines brightly up above. His four hands clench in anger, holding some sort of necklace in them. He finally looks away, rolling his shoulder to calm himself, before turning back to the shadows of the trees and treading through them.
Suddenly he turns to a tree and punches a hole through the wood with little effort. With a single swipe with his other hand, it falls loudly. In less than a second, he is on the tree, as if it were someone, beating the life out of it. It's not one of his creations but one of his most hated enemies, the new blood goddess of light, the one who buried him for billions of years. The one who took away so many years from his life.
*-feral theren noises.- Also, do you mind if i use my new character here?*
*Sure!*
*Thanks buddyy!!*
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
Carrion watches quietly, eyes narrowed at this sight.
The knights have their heads on a swivel, not noticing Carrion yet
The Elder God continues to watch before composing himself. "Creation of mine, how're you?" He chirps, waving.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*Of course, here you go.*
Henry is playing the piano alone in the Warehouse, eyes closed as he presses softly on the keys, letting the music be his vise, and his passion be his muse.
A new bar has opened up in the town, called the Campfire.
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.)
*-feral theren noises.- Also, do you mind if i use my new character here?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*You should watch it, it's very good, and it's able ghosts fighting evil ghosts.*
"Good, I wouldn't want you to accidentally kill your rival the first time with battle. Ruins the rivalry a little, doesn't it."
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.)
*Ah, a fellow furry! I would like to warn you, three-way interactions usually get confusing. Perhaps you should introduce your character in their own post, then let others interact with them. Also, time does not necessarily flow the same on the forums by necessity, so you can interact with multiple people using the same character. Took me a while to figure that out, so I wanted to help you with it early on.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Due to his sudden burst of rage, Carrion's form is a little more... morbid. His body resembled a fatty worm with eyes speckled over its body connected to his lower half. He quickly composed himself and hugged himself "Oh, very sorry.. I have been gone for billions upon billions of years, all because of that wretched Goddess of Light.. So much I have lost, things I have missed, years I can never get back."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sure!*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Are you sure? That seemed like more than a bit." It responds. "I won't push you to speak of it if you don't want to, though. Who are you?"
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)
The strugel tips his cowboy hat. "Hello to you too, buddy. You a noble of some kind?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thanks buddyy!!*
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I am Carrion.. and I would like if we dropped it, it is a wound I don't wish to pick at." he says and sniffs the air "You smell... heavenly. No no, not heavenly, far from that. More so.. beautiful."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Indeed. Don't be afraid to kill me, though. People summon me back all the time. I've made quite the impact as a Big Bad Evil Guy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He walks over to them, tapping them on their shoulder "Carrion. I recommend stopping. For a moment at the least."
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.)
Carrion watches quietly, eyes narrowed at this sight.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The Architect is hanging upside-down from the ceiling on threads of woven shadow and sinew, listening to him play as she writes something down in her notepad.
Mavis notices the Campfire, and not having seen it before, decides to walk in- at the very least, just to see what it's like.
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)
*Gtg eat lunch, see y'all.*
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.)
Carrion suddenly stops and turns around, suddenly his aura of rage becomes calm as he composes himself. "Ah..Uzui.. I am so sorry."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*See you later, friend! Until we meet again!*
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)
"Sort of. I'm only an heir." he says, still speaking softly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The knights have their heads on a swivel, not noticing Carrion yet
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Elder God continues to watch before composing himself. "Creation of mine, how're you?" He chirps, waving.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]