Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
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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 is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
*I HAVE THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR THIS BUT HE ISN'T FINISSSHED...*
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
*I HAVE THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR THIS BUT HE ISN'T FINISSSHED...*
*Where is the second one taking place?*
*Woods*
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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 is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
Simon yanks his wrist back and narrows his blue eyes "What do you want..."
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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 is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
Simon yanks his wrist back and narrows his blue eyes "What do you want..."
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
Simon yanks his wrist back and narrows his blue eyes "What do you want..."
"I want to help." He says softly.
"Really." He asks sarcastically "You and your other side threw me into a wall the other day."
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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."
"It's what I was born to do." He looks down at the body.
Simon became still, his fingers nervously tapping against his pant leg before his eyes met theirs. He exhaled shakily "Okay.."
He nods, holding out his paws. "In your own words, what do you think is wrong? Not just with you, but with anything."
"It's all rotting, everything and everyone." Simon mutters, his hands balling into fists "I am tired of living in a world with FILTH. I am trying to make it better but it seems everyone and everything is rotting."
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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."
He nods, holding out his paws. "In your own words, what do you think is wrong? Not just with you, but with anything."
"It's all rotting, everything and everyone." Simon mutters, his hands balling into fists "I am tired of living in a world with FILTH. I am trying to make it better but it seems everyone and everything is rotting."
He nods sympathetically. "I understand. All my life, I was told I was the cure to it... the rot, the filth, the corruption. But no one person can cure this, no matter how powerful the method. It... hurts. But there are good parts. You just need to look for them. Hard." He sounds unsure on the last part, as if he wasn't sure that good things existed.
He nods, holding out his paws. "In your own words, what do you think is wrong? Not just with you, but with anything."
"It's all rotting, everything and everyone." Simon mutters, his hands balling into fists "I am tired of living in a world with FILTH. I am trying to make it better but it seems everyone and everything is rotting."
He nods sympathetically. "I understand. All my life, I was told I was the cure to it... the rot, the filth, the corruption. But no one person can cure this, no matter how powerful the method. It... hurts. But there are good parts. You just need to look for them. Hard." He sounds unsure on the last part, as if he wasn't sure that good things existed.
Simon paved back and forth, bitterly laughing like bile about to thrown up by him "Maybe.. I have yet to see it though."
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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."
He nods sympathetically. "I understand. All my life, I was told I was the cure to it... the rot, the filth, the corruption. But no one person can cure this, no matter how powerful the method. It... hurts. But there are good parts. You just need to look for them. Hard." He sounds unsure on the last part, as if he wasn't sure that good things existed.
Simon paved back and forth, bitterly laughing like bile about to thrown up by him "Maybe.. I have yet to see it though."
"It has to be there, though. It only makes sense. Why would we crave something that doesn't exist?" He watches closely. "I don't know. This isn't about me. It's about you."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
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*so youve copied a charecter from a book series? shame. (jk)*
"does leo somehow end up on some tiny backwater steampunk world?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Well yes actually.*
"Nah. He's been in this world most of his life."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*GTG*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Bye :[ *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
"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]
*I HAVE THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR THIS BUT HE ISN'T FINISSSHED...*
*Where is the second one taking place?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*Woods*
"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]
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Simon yanks his wrist back and narrows his blue eyes "What do you want..."
"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]
"I want to help." He says softly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Really." He asks sarcastically "You and your other side threw me into a wall the other day."
"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]
"I wasn't there..." He mumbles, eyes filling with tears.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Simon narrows his eyes and stares down at them "Then why."
"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]
"It's what I was born to do." He looks down at the body.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Simon became still, his fingers nervously tapping against his pant leg before his eyes met theirs. He exhaled shakily "Okay.."
"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 nods, holding out his paws. "In your own words, what do you think is wrong? Not just with you, but with anything."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"It's all rotting, everything and everyone." Simon mutters, his hands balling into fists "I am tired of living in a world with FILTH. I am trying to make it better but it seems everyone and everything is rotting."
"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 nods sympathetically. "I understand. All my life, I was told I was the cure to it... the rot, the filth, the corruption. But no one person can cure this, no matter how powerful the method. It... hurts. But there are good parts. You just need to look for them. Hard." He sounds unsure on the last part, as if he wasn't sure that good things existed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Simon paved back and forth, bitterly laughing like bile about to thrown up by him "Maybe.. I have yet to see it though."
"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]
"It has to be there, though. It only makes sense. Why would we crave something that doesn't exist?" He watches closely. "I don't know. This isn't about me. It's about you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine