*From the sky as he is a dragon in human form. He’s landing by the tavern building.*
A man with scruffy black hair, sunglasses, a leather jacket, and a purple bladed scythe on his back, watches Jack land
“Hi!”
*I have a thread release in 20 mins.*
*nice!*
"..'ello." he nods curtly.
“I don’t believe we’ve meet.”
"Most likely not, which is a good thang for ye. I'm Mike." he holds out his hand to shake theirs
“I’m Jack.” He has trouble holding his human form and his hand becomes a claw.
"Nice ta meet ya, under these circumstances atleast." he takes the claw without batting an eye
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Anzar is standing outside of his house, gardening.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Anzar is standing outside of his house, gardening.
Lumen is running out of the forest, cussing at a wolf as he hurls rocks at it.
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Anzar is standing outside of his house, gardening.
Lumen is running out of the forest, cussing at a wolf as he hurls rocks at it.
Anzar looks up. “Need any help with that?” He asks, clearly not intending to help.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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.
Anzar is standing outside of his house, gardening.
Lumen is running out of the forest, cussing at a wolf as he hurls rocks at it.
Anzar looks up. “Need any help with that?” He asks, clearly not intending to help.
"Obviously you aren't going to!" He sighs, and vines impale the wolf, stopping it from fighting him anymore
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
Anzar is standing outside of his house, gardening.
Lumen is running out of the forest, cussing at a wolf as he hurls rocks at it.
Anzar looks up. “Need any help with that?” He asks, clearly not intending to help.
"Obviously you aren't going to!" He sighs, and vines impale the wolf, stopping it from fighting him anymore
“There you go. You finished the fight all on your own. And you can do vines too?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Anzar is standing outside of his house, gardening.
Lumen is running out of the forest, cussing at a wolf as he hurls rocks at it.
Anzar looks up. “Need any help with that?” He asks, clearly not intending to help.
"Obviously you aren't going to!" He sighs, and vines impale the wolf, stopping it from fighting him anymore
“There you go. You finished the fight all on your own. And you can do vines too?”
Said vines are black with red thorns, more red entirely now with the blood. "Shut up.."
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
Anzar is standing outside of his house, gardening.
Lumen is running out of the forest, cussing at a wolf as he hurls rocks at it.
Anzar looks up. “Need any help with that?” He asks, clearly not intending to help.
"Obviously you aren't going to!" He sighs, and vines impale the wolf, stopping it from fighting him anymore
“There you go. You finished the fight all on your own. And you can do vines too?”
Said vines are black with red thorns, more red entirely now with the blood. "Shut up.."
“I got robbed yesterday. And then you made me join your cult. I really think I chose the wrong place to live.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Anzar is standing outside of his house, gardening.
Lumen is running out of the forest, cussing at a wolf as he hurls rocks at it.
Anzar looks up. “Need any help with that?” He asks, clearly not intending to help.
"Obviously you aren't going to!" He sighs, and vines impale the wolf, stopping it from fighting him anymore
“There you go. You finished the fight all on your own. And you can do vines too?”
Said vines are black with red thorns, more red entirely now with the blood. "Shut up.."
“I got robbed yesterday. And then you made me join your cult. I really think I chose the wrong place to live.”
"If you just stayed in the Neighborhood, you wouldn't have gotten robbed. And, also, you can literally leave the c- er, Group, whenever."
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
Anzar is standing outside of his house, gardening.
Lumen is running out of the forest, cussing at a wolf as he hurls rocks at it.
Anzar looks up. “Need any help with that?” He asks, clearly not intending to help.
"Obviously you aren't going to!" He sighs, and vines impale the wolf, stopping it from fighting him anymore
“There you go. You finished the fight all on your own. And you can do vines too?”
Said vines are black with red thorns, more red entirely now with the blood. "Shut up.."
“I got robbed yesterday. And then you made me join your cult. I really think I chose the wrong place to live.”
"If you just stayed in the Neighborhood, you wouldn't have gotten robbed. And, also, you can literally leave the c- er, Group, whenever."
“Hmph. You’re giving me a place to stay, currently. Once I find a better living situation, I’ll leave.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Simon is outside, more so standing in the room of a young man. He is sitting in the corner, in a woven wicker chair, smoking as he watches the final moments of the man's life flicker out before him. He is drenched in blood, his boots, his shirt, even his gloves hands. He looks on edge, his foot nervously tapping as smoke curls around him.
Sam is outside, hauling fish out from the water using his old trawling net. He sings to himself, a song from legends ago his father's had sung to him. A song of a man hunting a ghost ship filled with gold only to be sink under waves by it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Simon is outside, more so standing in the room of a young man. He is sitting in the corner, in a woven wicker chair, smoking as he watches the final moments of the man's life flicker out before him. He is drenched in blood, his boots, his shirt, even his gloves hands. He looks on edge, his foot nervously tapping as smoke curls around him.
Sam is outside, hauling fish out from the water using his old trawling net. He sings to himself, a song from legends ago his father's had sung to him. A song of a man hunting a ghost ship filled with gold only to be sink under waves by it.
A breathey exhale comes in to the room, the smoke turning black and shadowy. The smoke whirls around in the center of the room and takes the shape of a man, tall and lanky. He's got short shaggy hair, a grey baggy shirt, and a tired look under his glasses.
He looks at the dying man, frowning.
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
Simon is outside, more so standing in the room of a young man. He is sitting in the corner, in a woven wicker chair, smoking as he watches the final moments of the man's life flicker out before him. He is drenched in blood, his boots, his shirt, even his gloves hands. He looks on edge, his foot nervously tapping as smoke curls around him.
Sam is outside, hauling fish out from the water using his old trawling net. He sings to himself, a song from legends ago his father's had sung to him. A song of a man hunting a ghost ship filled with gold only to be sink under waves by it.
The blood on the floor begins to boil and churn, and an entity resembling the Saint with his face removed rises from it, crackling with black energy. He's all black and red, and light interacts with him in a concerning way. Colors don't reflect on him, and the shadows cast on him are sharp and pitch black, no gradients. "Nice work." Comes the Starving Dark's warbling voice. It sounds like it's speaking through a fan. "What's the meaning behind this piece?"
Felix sits nearby, eyes closed, silently listening and mentally writing sheet music for Sam's song.
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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.
Simon is outside, more so standing in the room of a young man. He is sitting in the corner, in a woven wicker chair, smoking as he watches the final moments of the man's life flicker out before him. He is drenched in blood, his boots, his shirt, even his gloves hands. He looks on edge, his foot nervously tapping as smoke curls around him.
Sam is outside, hauling fish out from the water using his old trawling net. He sings to himself, a song from legends ago his father's had sung to him. A song of a man hunting a ghost ship filled with gold only to be sink under waves by it.
A breathey exhale comes in to the room, the smoke turning black and shadowy. The smoke whirls around in the center of the room and takes the shape of a man, tall and lanky. He's got short shaggy hair, a grey baggy shirt, and a tired look under his glasses.
He looks at the dying man, frowning.
Simon narrows his eyes behind his balaclava clad face, his icy blue eyes darkening. "Who are you." He says, an order rather than a question.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Simon is outside, more so standing in the room of a young man. He is sitting in the corner, in a woven wicker chair, smoking as he watches the final moments of the man's life flicker out before him. He is drenched in blood, his boots, his shirt, even his gloves hands. He looks on edge, his foot nervously tapping as smoke curls around him.
Sam is outside, hauling fish out from the water using his old trawling net. He sings to himself, a song from legends ago his father's had sung to him. A song of a man hunting a ghost ship filled with gold only to be sink under waves by it.
A breathey exhale comes in to the room, the smoke turning black and shadowy. The smoke whirls around in the center of the room and takes the shape of a man, tall and lanky. He's got short shaggy hair, a grey baggy shirt, and a tired look under his glasses.
He looks at the dying man, frowning.
Simon narrows his eyes behind his balaclava clad face, his icy blue eyes darkening. "Who are you." He says, an order rather than a question.
"Oh, I'm River." he says, as if that answers their question. "Why'd you kill him?"
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Simon is outside, more so standing in the room of a young man. He is sitting in the corner, in a woven wicker chair, smoking as he watches the final moments of the man's life flicker out before him. He is drenched in blood, his boots, his shirt, even his gloves hands. He looks on edge, his foot nervously tapping as smoke curls around him.
Sam is outside, hauling fish out from the water using his old trawling net. He sings to himself, a song from legends ago his father's had sung to him. A song of a man hunting a ghost ship filled with gold only to be sink under waves by it.
The blood on the floor begins to boil and churn, and an entity resembling the Saint with his face removed rises from it, crackling with black energy. He's all black and red, and light interacts with him in a concerning way. Colors don't reflect on him, and the shadows cast on him are sharp and pitch black, no gradients. "Nice work." Comes the Starving Dark's warbling voice. It sounds like it's speaking through a fan. "What's the meaning behind this piece?"
Felix sits nearby, eyes closed, silently listening and mentally writing sheet music for Sam's song.
Simon huffs, pulling up his balaclava and stubbing the cigarette out on his neck. He closes his eyes and sighs "Anger let free. Rotting insides of someone."
Sam whips around at the sound of someone scratching on paper and tilts his head "Oi, ye are the lad who sat on my foot." He chuckles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Simon is outside, more so standing in the room of a young man. He is sitting in the corner, in a woven wicker chair, smoking as he watches the final moments of the man's life flicker out before him. He is drenched in blood, his boots, his shirt, even his gloves hands. He looks on edge, his foot nervously tapping as smoke curls around him.
Sam is outside, hauling fish out from the water using his old trawling net. He sings to himself, a song from legends ago his father's had sung to him. A song of a man hunting a ghost ship filled with gold only to be sink under waves by it.
A breathey exhale comes in to the room, the smoke turning black and shadowy. The smoke whirls around in the center of the room and takes the shape of a man, tall and lanky. He's got short shaggy hair, a grey baggy shirt, and a tired look under his glasses.
He looks at the dying man, frowning.
Simon narrows his eyes behind his balaclava clad face, his icy blue eyes darkening. "Who are you." He says, an order rather than a question.
"Oh, I'm River." he says, as if that answers their question. "Why'd you kill him?"
He shrugs "Art." He rolls up the cloth of his balaclava and stubs out his cigarette on his neck. He closes his eyes and stands up, sighing.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Nice ta meet ya, under these circumstances atleast." he takes the claw without batting an eye
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Hi guys.*
Anzar is standing outside of his house, gardening.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
Lumen is running out of the forest, cussing at a wolf as he hurls rocks at it.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
Anzar looks up. “Need any help with that?” He asks, clearly not intending to help.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
Jack laughs at his response.
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.
"Obviously you aren't going to!" He sighs, and vines impale the wolf, stopping it from fighting him anymore
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
“There you go. You finished the fight all on your own. And you can do vines too?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
Said vines are black with red thorns, more red entirely now with the blood. "Shut up.."
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
“I got robbed yesterday. And then you made me join your cult. I really think I chose the wrong place to live.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
"If you just stayed in the Neighborhood, you wouldn't have gotten robbed. And, also, you can literally leave the c- er, Group, whenever."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
“Hmph. You’re giving me a place to stay, currently. Once I find a better living situation, I’ll leave.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*Morning various forms of crime children*
Simon is outside, more so standing in the room of a young man. He is sitting in the corner, in a woven wicker chair, smoking as he watches the final moments of the man's life flicker out before him. He is drenched in blood, his boots, his shirt, even his gloves hands. He looks on edge, his foot nervously tapping as smoke curls around him.
Sam is outside, hauling fish out from the water using his old trawling net. He sings to himself, a song from legends ago his father's had sung to him. A song of a man hunting a ghost ship filled with gold only to be sink under waves by it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A breathey exhale comes in to the room, the smoke turning black and shadowy. The smoke whirls around in the center of the room and takes the shape of a man, tall and lanky. He's got short shaggy hair, a grey baggy shirt, and a tired look under his glasses.
He looks at the dying man, frowning.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
The blood on the floor begins to boil and churn, and an entity resembling the Saint with his face removed rises from it, crackling with black energy. He's all black and red, and light interacts with him in a concerning way. Colors don't reflect on him, and the shadows cast on him are sharp and pitch black, no gradients. "Nice work." Comes the Starving Dark's warbling voice. It sounds like it's speaking through a fan. "What's the meaning behind this piece?"
Felix sits nearby, eyes closed, silently listening and mentally writing sheet music for Sam's song.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon narrows his eyes behind his balaclava clad face, his icy blue eyes darkening. "Who are you." He says, an order rather than a question.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh, I'm River." he says, as if that answers their question. "Why'd you kill him?"
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
Simon huffs, pulling up his balaclava and stubbing the cigarette out on his neck. He closes his eyes and sighs "Anger let free. Rotting insides of someone."
Sam whips around at the sound of someone scratching on paper and tilts his head "Oi, ye are the lad who sat on my foot." He chuckles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He shrugs "Art." He rolls up the cloth of his balaclava and stubs out his cigarette on his neck. He closes his eyes and stands up, sighing.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*My wee plant be doing stuff... Like growing >:3*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]