Samuel is outside, trying to pierce the septum of his nose with only a needle and a ton of whiskey.
Carrion is munching on a whole deer, the poor thing somehow alive despite multiple bites being taken out of it.
A huge man, bald and tubby, walks over, singing a slow jazz song. "Late at night, they want To be rebuilt... Organs out, sides Placed on the grill... It may be deadly but It's quite a thrill... Mutila-a-tion!" He chuckles. "Hey, buckaroo, want some help with that? A steady hand is better for safe piercing!"
Atticus waddles over, plumped up since he doesn't have spells to burn calories anymore. He slits the animal's spine and sits down on it, putting the knife in his coat. "What's up babe?"
Sam looks up at him and raised a brow "Sure? Better you than me that's for sure, gonna hurt either way. Plus, my hands are shaky." He laughs.
He smiles "Atticus! My beloved!" He sets down the carcass and hugs him happily "Been thinking bout stuff."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Sam looks up at him and raised a brow "Sure? Better you than me that's for sure, gonna hurt either way. Plus, my hands are shaky." He laughs.
He smiles "Atticus! My beloved!" He sets down the carcass and hugs him happily "Been thinking bout stuff."
He pulls out a tiny bottle of antiseptic and dips the needle in it before wiping it on a handkerchief. "Don't want you to get infected!" Then he holds Sam's head back. "This should just pinch a little, alright? In and out, real quick."
"Am I stuff?" He hugs back, looking at Carrion with his one big eye.
“Well, welcome to Lord’s Point.” The lamb gets the sense they are being watched from somewhere, by something.
He hums with them after getting the beat and melody down, bobbing his head
"Well, so are you!" he says in mock retaliation as if she were insulting him, giggling slightly
"Why thank you, Mr. Kazuya." he ignores the feeling, going back to picking flowers.
He finishes the match, losing this time.
She walks over and kisses him on the cheek, “Try out whatever you’d like, we can take turns even.”
Kazuya bows, returning to his meditation. The feeling remains, following them, like some kind of stalker is after them.
He celebrates with the smallest of cheers, smiling.
He finds a black suit overlayed with grey roses. "How about this?~"
He continues to pick flowers, humming. "You can come out now."
"Well played. You outsmarted me."
She tilts her head as she looks at it, crossing her legs and rubbing her chin “Perfection.”
A small, feline girl, dressed in all black garb comes out from the shadow of a nearby tree. Nine long black tails swing behind her back, slender as she looks at them with yellow eyes, suspicious of them.
“Well, welcome to Lord’s Point.” The lamb gets the sense they are being watched from somewhere, by something.
He hums with them after getting the beat and melody down, bobbing his head
"Well, so are you!" he says in mock retaliation as if she were insulting him, giggling slightly
"Why thank you, Mr. Kazuya." he ignores the feeling, going back to picking flowers.
He finishes the match, losing this time.
She walks over and kisses him on the cheek, “Try out whatever you’d like, we can take turns even.”
Kazuya bows, returning to his meditation. The feeling remains, following them, like some kind of stalker is after them.
He celebrates with the smallest of cheers, smiling.
He finds a black suit overlayed with grey roses. "How about this?~"
He continues to pick flowers, humming. "You can come out now."
"Well played. You outsmarted me."
She tilts her head as she looks at it, crossing her legs and rubbing her chin “Perfection.”
A small, feline girl, dressed in all black garb comes out from the shadow of a nearby tree. Nine long black tails swing behind her back, slender as she looks at them with yellow eyes, suspicious of them.
“You lost on purpose, I know it.”
*gtg fr soon.*
He nods and puts it on.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Wish check
"You can't prove it." he laughs, cracking his neck
*will ya be back?*
*Nah, not today sorry*
She decides to grab a dress of her own, trying out several to see what sticks with them.
Wis:21 Her eyes narrow for a moment, the suspicion remaining.
He sighs, “I suppose I can’t, but I know it, in my heart anyway.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
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Sam looks up at him and raised a brow "Sure? Better you than me that's for sure, gonna hurt either way. Plus, my hands are shaky." He laughs.
He smiles "Atticus! My beloved!" He sets down the carcass and hugs him happily "Been thinking bout stuff."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He pulls out a tiny bottle of antiseptic and dips the needle in it before wiping it on a handkerchief. "Don't want you to get infected!" Then he holds Sam's head back. "This should just pinch a little, alright? In and out, real quick."
"Am I stuff?" He hugs back, looking at Carrion with his one big eye.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*I am very sorry, and I am back now if anyone is here.*
“And you are very pretty too, dear.”
“Well, welcome to Lord’s Point.” The lamb gets the sense they are being watched from somewhere, by something.
He hums with them after getting the beat and melody down, bobbing his head
She walks over and kisses him on the cheek, “Try out whatever you’d like, we can take turns even.”
Kazuya bows, returning to his meditation. The feeling remains, following them, like some kind of stalker is after them.
He celebrates with the smallest of cheers, smiling.
She tilts her head as she looks at it, crossing her legs and rubbing her chin “Perfection.”
A small, feline girl, dressed in all black garb comes out from the shadow of a nearby tree. Nine long black tails swing behind her back, slender as she looks at them with yellow eyes, suspicious of them.
“You lost on purpose, I know it.”
*gtg fr soon.*
*Nah, not today sorry*
She decides to grab a dress of her own, trying out several to see what sticks with them.
Wis:21 Her eyes narrow for a moment, the suspicion remaining.
He sighs, “I suppose I can’t, but I know it, in my heart anyway.”
*haberdashes can I play a 2 formed dragon?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*There are basically no character restrictions here as long as they don't have like, meta powers or something.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*yay!*
I enter the tavern. “Hello, ever met a dragon before?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*I’ve been having the urge to make a character here before, and now I’ll finally go through with it.*
A young boy, about six years old, with silver eyes, green hair, pale skin, and green robes is standing in the garden, whistling as he plants seeds.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
“I don’t think I’ve met you.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I’m not from here.” His voice is soft.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
“I’m not either” says me. A ten year old boy who’s a dragon.
*gtg*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.