*In the name of Turin, son of Hurin, how does one make a god intro? Qwq like do they just pop up out of nowhere?*
*I'll show you mine if you want?*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He starts drawing dinosaurs eating dogs, with puddles of what looks suspiciously like blood.
Kila giggles and draws Xs on the dogs’ eyes.
Lark giggles too. "Now you should draw something on me!" He sticks out a freckled arm.
Kila draws a couple of birds, then draws a stick figure of Lark.
"Haha, I love it." His eyes glow for a second, and the drawings begin moving around on his skin. The birds flap their wings and the little stick figure Lark sticks his tongue out.
"Woah! How did you do that?!"
"Don't really know, I just sort of picked it up. It's like I can play tricks on people's eyes. Make them see things that aren't exactly real."
*I murdered them as they slept. Slowly, gently. That is how a life is taken.*
* >:( *
*Don't worry, they were friends. It's just a little game we play with each other. I kill them and skin them, they kill me and skin me, you know. Good times.*
*I'm calling the police. The gator police.*
*The gator police don't care, you'd better call the fake gator police, since I skinned their bretheren.*
*Fake gators are cousins to real gators and get police defense rights. Calling the crocodilian lawyers.*
*Go ahead. I have gator money, and I'll be out of gator jail bailed out by my rich gator friends before you can gator blink.*
Ishal leads him to what appears to be a teepee crafted from black wood and tanned hides of deer. The entrance flap has a silver handprint on the front.
About twenty other teepee surround it. People with similar skin tones and black hair are working hard to tan hides, cure meats, build homes, and crafting tools and weapons. They each have a beaded dream catcher hanging from a hooked stick that is suck in the ground.
*AGAHGSHSHGAH PARADISE*
Kila shifts to his human form, eyes wide in disbelief. "This place is beautiful.."
"Heh, that is very kind of you Fire God." He said and gave the deer to one of his followers.
"We are a nomadic tribe. We go where life will be be sustained." He said and undoes his hair from it's bun, letting it fall behind him like a cape. "This is our home but we make our home anywhere."
"Travel with the winds, guided by the stars and the movements of the living around you." Kila responds with a smile. "My people are the same, though we traverse the grasslands and desert sands."
"Interesting" Ishal said and nodded "The desert is too hot for life to flourish except for creatures who have adapted to survive." He said and set down his spear, leaning it against his tent.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
As the sun reaches its blistering peak over the barren wasteland, the light shines almost blindingly across the sandy ground, glowing and coalescing into a physical form. A young man driving a golden chariot pulled by canine-like creatures (more resemblant of African Wild Dogs) pulls to a stop infront of the Oasis. He blinks in somehwat confusion, with the look of a man experiencing the world for the first time.
He has dark, almost black, skin, tanned and olive toned with undercut dirty blonde hair pulled back into a small bun. Braids frame his face, cuffed with gold links, and he shines with an almost youthful innocence, a smile bright and enthusiastic plastered on his face. His clothing is simple- a black jacket cut off at the sleeves embroidered with blazing sun-like patterns and long khaki cargo pants, golden chains clinking as they hang freely from its belt loops. He wears beautiful golden sandals, the sides of them carved with wing-like patterns.
The young man steps off the chariot, his hand running through the manes of his dutiful dogs, before greeting the people with a smile.
*CG, Fire Domain, first act is to gain followers :)*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
They blink as their their not is booped, then smile. “Thanks, I like the smell of new books. You’re pretty too!”
Kila giggles. "Thank you!" He draws little swirling patterns on Zeem's arm. "I can't believe we're all three days old." He admits.
“I think we had lives before this. When we first got here, I told the humans about all that I thought I remembered, but I don’t remember what it was. I think we were sent here by someone. What do you think?” They look down at their arm! “Whoa! That’s so cool!”
*I want to draw this now :(*
Kila blinks. "Do you.. think we really had past lives? I can't remember anything but.." He closes his eyes. "Loneliness. Cold. Then.. warmth. Then here."
*draw what? the tattooses?*
Zeem smiles. “And now you have the rest of us.”
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
Ishal is teaching his followers how to make paints out of crushed clay and natural resources for color. They are painting murals on the sides of the teepee's.
Ishal is teaching his followers how to make paints out of crushed clay and natural resources for color. They are painting murals on the sides of the teepee's.
Zeem walks over, and puts a grain of sand into a pouch on his belt. “Hey! I’m ready for my pottery lesson! Or any other art actually.”
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
Ishal is teaching his followers how to make paints out of crushed clay and natural resources for color. They are painting murals on the sides of the teepee's.
Zeem walks over, and puts a grain of sand into a pouch on his belt. “Hey! I’m ready for my pottery lesson! Or any other art actually.”
Ishal looks over, his steel grey eyes narrowing. He stands up and dries his now silver dipped hands on a cloth besides him.
"Are you sure? A god of knowledge such as yourself should be out helping your followers instead things such as gears or mechanics." He said, raising a raven-colored brow.
*In the name of Turin, son of Hurin, how does one make a god intro? Qwq like do they just pop up out of nowhere?*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
*I'll show you mine if you want?*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Don't really know, I just sort of picked it up. It's like I can play tricks on people's eyes. Make them see things that aren't exactly real."
*Go ahead. I have gator money, and I'll be out of gator jail bailed out by my rich gator friends before you can gator blink.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*yes please!*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
"Interesting" Ishal said and nodded "The desert is too hot for life to flourish except for creatures who have adapted to survive." He said and set down his spear, leaning it against his tent.
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'm gonna go rq bye!*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*oh, ok. Dibs on moon goddess.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*draw what? the tattooses?*
Zeem smiles. “And now you have the rest of us.”
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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*as is Zeem, and I have many plans for it…*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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*bye*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*bye!*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
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*yeah, it’s awesome, but still utterly terrifying
like imagine stepping into a seemingly empty, normal room and then being burned to death because you couldn’t the fire burning inside it*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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Ishal is teaching his followers how to make paints out of crushed clay and natural resources for color. They are painting murals on the sides of the teepee's.
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
*Cyno’s is probably my favourite intro tbh*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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Zeem walks over, and puts a grain of sand into a pouch on his belt. “Hey! I’m ready for my pottery lesson! Or any other art actually.”
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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*I already called dibs. You get the other moon.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Ishal looks over, his steel grey eyes narrowing. He stands up and dries his now silver dipped hands on a cloth besides him.
"Are you sure? A god of knowledge such as yourself should be out helping your followers instead things such as gears or mechanics." He said, raising a raven-colored brow.
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’m just gonna make a character that worships both of the moons*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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