Zjadacz watches Yuri, drinking some hot chocolate beside his mother. Yuri notices that they seem unaffected by her powers. No supernatural presence or detection seems to affect them.
Yuri looks over, her eyes grazing over them. She offers a sickly sweet smile, like cyanide.
Zjad's lip twitches. "You are a guest here. Remember that, archfey."
"Oh I know that. But do you?" She asked in a syrupy voice.
"I belong to this plane. And as long as I do, this plane doesn't belong to you. It doesn't belong to anyone. Not gods, not kings, and sure as hell not you."
Zjadacz watches Yuri, drinking some hot chocolate beside his mother. Yuri notices that they seem unaffected by her powers. No supernatural presence or detection seems to affect them.
Yuri looks over, her eyes grazing over them. She offers a sickly sweet smile, like cyanide.
Zjad's lip twitches. "You are a guest here. Remember that, archfey."
"Oh I know that. But do you?" She asked in a syrupy voice.
"I belong to this plane. And as long as I do, this plane doesn't belong to you. It doesn't belong to anyone. Not gods, not kings, and sure as hell not you."
She giggled "You don't smell like the earthen soil of this plane.. Are you sure? Its quite rude to lie to someone you just knew."
*Also Baal, Im thinking about bringing back someone that your characters are known to hate >:]*
*Yuri?*
Within the forests that are taking to the winter season, a humming is heard. It sounds like a haunting melody that echoes through the trees. A woman sitting on the back of a black horse, riding through the leafless woodland.
Her long black hair, the color of raven feathers, cascades down her back, and her skin is as white as freshly fallen snow. Her eyes are the color of bright green leaves, and they seem to sparkle in the dim light of the forest.
The horse she rides is a sight to behold. Its eyes are unnaturally black, almost beady, and its hooves leave a trail of frost wherever it steps. It holds a lantern between its teeth, lighting the way.
The woman is dressed in a long black dress that flows around her like a river. A woven golden belt cinches her waist, and a fur coat made from wolf hide drapes over her shoulders. Her feet are adorned with dainty slippers that seem out of place in the forest.
As you look closer, you notice that a band of frost-covered thorns adorns her head and wrists. Her lips and eyes are painted with smoky black makeup, giving her an otherworldly appearance. She sits atop the horse with an air of regal grace.
The Fairy Queen of Seasons, Yuri.
*oooooo, I've got a few different things I can do for this >:]. Yuri is sorta like a druid if I remember correctly, right?*
*Yep!*
In response to the echoing melody that signals Yuri's arrival, deep within the forest something screeches, something inky she can hear for now
*Also Baal, Im thinking about bringing back someone that your characters are known to hate >:]*
*Yuri?*
Within the forests that are taking to the winter season, a humming is heard. It sounds like a haunting melody that echoes through the trees. A woman sitting on the back of a black horse, riding through the leafless woodland.
Her long black hair, the color of raven feathers, cascades down her back, and her skin is as white as freshly fallen snow. Her eyes are the color of bright green leaves, and they seem to sparkle in the dim light of the forest.
The horse she rides is a sight to behold. Its eyes are unnaturally black, almost beady, and its hooves leave a trail of frost wherever it steps. It holds a lantern between its teeth, lighting the way.
The woman is dressed in a long black dress that flows around her like a river. A woven golden belt cinches her waist, and a fur coat made from wolf hide drapes over her shoulders. Her feet are adorned with dainty slippers that seem out of place in the forest.
As you look closer, you notice that a band of frost-covered thorns adorns her head and wrists. Her lips and eyes are painted with smoky black makeup, giving her an otherworldly appearance. She sits atop the horse with an air of regal grace.
The Fairy Queen of Seasons, Yuri.
*oooooo, I've got a few different things I can do for this >:]. Yuri is sorta like a druid if I remember correctly, right?*
*Yep!*
In response to the echoing melody that signals Yuri's arrival, deep within the forest something screeches, something inky she can hear for now
Her elven ears twitch as she smiles brightly. "I know you're there."
Zjadacz watches Yuri, drinking some hot chocolate beside his mother. Yuri notices that they seem unaffected by her powers. No supernatural presence or detection seems to affect them.
Yuri looks over, her eyes grazing over them. She offers a sickly sweet smile, like cyanide.
Zjad's lip twitches. "You are a guest here. Remember that, archfey."
"Oh I know that. But do you?" She asked in a syrupy voice.
"I belong to this plane. And as long as I do, this plane doesn't belong to you. It doesn't belong to anyone. Not gods, not kings, and sure as hell not you."
She giggled "You don't smell like the earthen soil of this plane.. Are you sure? Its quite rude to lie to someone you just knew."
"Maybe I don't smell like dirt because I'm wearing the skin of a dead goddess. Maybe it's the knife I carry, made of the bones of an Archfey and the cartilage of a Demon Lord. Perhaps it is the scent of your own misplaced sense of superiority clogging your actual senses."
Zjadacz watches Yuri, drinking some hot chocolate beside his mother. Yuri notices that they seem unaffected by her powers. No supernatural presence or detection seems to affect them.
Yuri looks over, her eyes grazing over them. She offers a sickly sweet smile, like cyanide.
Zjad's lip twitches. "You are a guest here. Remember that, archfey."
"Oh I know that. But do you?" She asked in a syrupy voice.
"I belong to this plane. And as long as I do, this plane doesn't belong to you. It doesn't belong to anyone. Not gods, not kings, and sure as hell not you."
She giggled "You don't smell like the earthen soil of this plane.. Are you sure? Its quite rude to lie to someone you just knew."
"Maybe I don't smell like dirt because I'm wearing the skin of a dead goddess. Maybe it's the knife I carry, made of the bones of an Archfey and the cartilage of a Demon Lord. Perhaps it is the scent of your own misplaced sense of superiority clogging your actual senses."
"Oh no. I can smell a pest in my garden. And the scent seems to lead to you and that man that is knocking down trees to build his factory. Both of you must pay, but not right now. I am awaiting a beloved of mine."
*Also Baal, Im thinking about bringing back someone that your characters are known to hate >:]*
*Yuri?*
Within the forests that are taking to the winter season, a humming is heard. It sounds like a haunting melody that echoes through the trees. A woman sitting on the back of a black horse, riding through the leafless woodland.
Her long black hair, the color of raven feathers, cascades down her back, and her skin is as white as freshly fallen snow. Her eyes are the color of bright green leaves, and they seem to sparkle in the dim light of the forest.
The horse she rides is a sight to behold. Its eyes are unnaturally black, almost beady, and its hooves leave a trail of frost wherever it steps. It holds a lantern between its teeth, lighting the way.
The woman is dressed in a long black dress that flows around her like a river. A woven golden belt cinches her waist, and a fur coat made from wolf hide drapes over her shoulders. Her feet are adorned with dainty slippers that seem out of place in the forest.
As you look closer, you notice that a band of frost-covered thorns adorns her head and wrists. Her lips and eyes are painted with smoky black makeup, giving her an otherworldly appearance. She sits atop the horse with an air of regal grace.
The Fairy Queen of Seasons, Yuri.
*oooooo, I've got a few different things I can do for this >:]. Yuri is sorta like a druid if I remember correctly, right?*
*Yep!*
In response to the echoing melody that signals Yuri's arrival, deep within the forest something screeches, something inky she can hear for now
Her elven ears twitch as she smiles brightly. "I know you're there."
The screech dies down shortly after, though she gets an odd feeling from the local critters
'You look powerful'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
She giggles "I can assure you. I will not hurt you."
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 belong to this plane. And as long as I do, this plane doesn't belong to you. It doesn't belong to anyone. Not gods, not kings, and sure as hell not you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She giggled "You don't smell like the earthen soil of this plane.. Are you sure? Its quite rude to lie to someone you just knew."
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
'That's good. Who are ya?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*yo*
Theren is laying in the meadow
Phoenix is napping
Mars is cleaning his sword
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
In response to the echoing melody that signals Yuri's arrival, deep within the forest something screeches, something inky she can hear for now
"My name is Yuri. I am the Queen of the Seasons. And you?"
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
Her elven ears twitch as she smiles brightly. "I know you're there."
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
'Flint'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Maybe I don't smell like dirt because I'm wearing the skin of a dead goddess. Maybe it's the knife I carry, made of the bones of an Archfey and the cartilage of a Demon Lord. Perhaps it is the scent of your own misplaced sense of superiority clogging your actual senses."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Echo lays down next to him
psychopath ^-^
"Oh..uh, hey."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"A true pleasure to meet you Flint." She said warmly.
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
'Good to meet ya too'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Oh no. I can smell a pest in my garden. And the scent seems to lead to you and that man that is knocking down trees to build his factory. Both of you must pay, but not right now. I am awaiting a beloved of mine."
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
"hello"
psychopath ^-^
The screech dies down shortly after, though she gets an odd feeling from the local critters
"Have you seen a man around here?" She asked politely "He is building a factory. I am intrigued and wanted to see him."
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
"Can, i, uh..help you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.