He smiles and gazes into Fin's eyes. Then he hears music from one of the cars. "Oh, there's my trailer! I put a calliope in there. It keeps the moths calm while we're moving. I don't want the bruising themselves. They don't have exoskeletons, and wool doesn't protect them from ramming headfirst into the bars of a cage."
He hops onto the edge of the car and holds out a wing for Mr. Boyfriend Material.
The monster bows and sweeps off its top hat before Zenix.
Oswald scoffs. He begins to see if he can communicate with it using a helm of telepathy.
"Hello there?"
It's a heart, so not fully
"Hello. I am the Egregore. A Dark Power. I am currently on vacation, and I wanted to meet the locals, or at least the other visitors. What is your name?"
Oswald growls a bit. "What do you want?" he mutters, picking up the heart again.
He smiles and gazes into Fin's eyes. Then he hears music from one of the cars. "Oh, there's my trailer! I put a calliope in there. It keeps the moths calm while we're moving. I don't want the bruising themselves. They don't have exoskeletons, and wool doesn't protect them from ramming headfirst into the bars of a cage."
He hops onto the edge of the car and holds out a wing for Mr. Boyfriend Material.
Fin takes the hand and grips it firmly
Fin is pulled inside to a dark room. Edward turns the tiny, dim lamp on, awakening the moths in the cage near the calliope. Edward walks over to a small kitchen to find the fryer on. "Look at this! They knew we were coming." He pulls out two deep-fried moths and offers one to Fin.
Fin gratefully takes it and tries a bite. His face lights up with delight and he quickly snarfs the rest down. "Thmat's weally gmood!" He says with a full mouth
Fin gratefully takes it and tries a bite. His face lights up with delight and he quickly snarfs the rest down. "Thmat's weally gmood!" He says with a full mouth
It's about as big as the cotton candy you see in the movies. Its exterior is crisp and golden, not from batter or breading, but from the crispy, fried skin of the moth. It crunches easily, flaking off as hot juices spurt into Fin's mouth, sweet and ever-so-slightly bitter, as if there was a tiny bit of alcohol in the moth's blood. The flash is sweet and almost creamy, almost like shrimp but more tender and combined with a bit of pork. His rapid consumption isn't just because it is good, it is because of a strange compulsion. The Id demands more.
Fin gratefully takes it and tries a bite. His face lights up with delight and he quickly snarfs the rest down. "Thmat's weally gmood!" He says with a full mouth
It's about as big as the cotton candy you see in the movies. Its exterior is crisp and golden, not from batter or breading, but from the crispy, fried skin of the moth. It crunches easily, flaking off as hot juices spurt into Fin's mouth, sweet and ever-so-slightly bitter, as if there was a tiny bit of alcohol in the moth's blood. The flash is sweet and almost creamy, almost like shrimp but more tender and combined with a bit of pork. His rapid consumption isn't just because it is good, it is because of a strange compulsion. The Id demands more.
"I know, right?"
"You sure know the way to win my favor!" He half-jokes
The monster bows and sweeps off its top hat before Zenix.
Oswald scoffs. He begins to see if he can communicate with it using a helm of telepathy.
"Hello there?"
It's a heart, so not fully
"Hello. I am the Egregore. A Dark Power. I am currently on vacation, and I wanted to meet the locals, or at least the other visitors. What is your name?"
Oswald growls a bit. "What do you want?" he mutters, picking up the heart again.
"Hm. I'm Zenix"
He gets a sense of pain from it, like a wounded animal
Fin gratefully takes it and tries a bite. His face lights up with delight and he quickly snarfs the rest down. "Thmat's weally gmood!" He says with a full mouth
It's about as big as the cotton candy you see in the movies. Its exterior is crisp and golden, not from batter or breading, but from the crispy, fried skin of the moth. It crunches easily, flaking off as hot juices spurt into Fin's mouth, sweet and ever-so-slightly bitter, as if there was a tiny bit of alcohol in the moth's blood. The flash is sweet and almost creamy, almost like shrimp but more tender and combined with a bit of pork. His rapid consumption isn't just because it is good, it is because of a strange compulsion. The Id demands more.
"I know, right?"
"You sure know the way to win my favor!" He half-jokes
"Well, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, they always say. How about something to wash that down? I have plenty of soft drinks here. Booze on the first date is rather improper, so how about some delicious Snugglefruit juice?"
Fin gratefully takes it and tries a bite. His face lights up with delight and he quickly snarfs the rest down. "Thmat's weally gmood!" He says with a full mouth
It's about as big as the cotton candy you see in the movies. Its exterior is crisp and golden, not from batter or breading, but from the crispy, fried skin of the moth. It crunches easily, flaking off as hot juices spurt into Fin's mouth, sweet and ever-so-slightly bitter, as if there was a tiny bit of alcohol in the moth's blood. The flash is sweet and almost creamy, almost like shrimp but more tender and combined with a bit of pork. His rapid consumption isn't just because it is good, it is because of a strange compulsion. The Id demands more.
"I know, right?"
"You sure know the way to win my favor!" He half-jokes
"Well, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, they always say. How about something to wash that down? I have plenty of soft drinks here. Booze on the first date is rather improper, so how about some delicious Snugglefruit juice?"
Maeve has stopped at the bottom to rests
"Thanks I guess" she says, taking breaths
"Tired already?"
"Course."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hello there?"
It's a heart, so not fully
Fin takes the hand and grips it firmly
"Well ya gotta be careful to not push too hard or your body will break." She says
Siven nods, letting him continue working
"Hello. I am the Egregore. A Dark Power. I am currently on vacation, and I wanted to meet the locals, or at least the other visitors. What is your name?"
Oswald growls a bit. "What do you want?" he mutters, picking up the heart again.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Fin is pulled inside to a dark room. Edward turns the tiny, dim lamp on, awakening the moths in the cage near the calliope. Edward walks over to a small kitchen to find the fryer on. "Look at this! They knew we were coming." He pulls out two deep-fried moths and offers one to Fin.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Fin gratefully takes it and tries a bite. His face lights up with delight and he quickly snarfs the rest down. "Thmat's weally gmood!" He says with a full mouth
"yeah whatever."
He soon finishes up. "Should be all good now."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*open chars?*
psychopath ^-^
F3-0n is working on modifying a motorcycle.
Lycosidos is spinning a new web in the forest.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Theren is eating at a cafe
Alix is napping in a meadow again
-open slot-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It's about as big as the cotton candy you see in the movies. Its exterior is crisp and golden, not from batter or breading, but from the crispy, fried skin of the moth. It crunches easily, flaking off as hot juices spurt into Fin's mouth, sweet and ever-so-slightly bitter, as if there was a tiny bit of alcohol in the moth's blood. The flash is sweet and almost creamy, almost like shrimp but more tender and combined with a bit of pork. His rapid consumption isn't just because it is good, it is because of a strange compulsion. The Id demands more.
"I know, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You sure know the way to win my favor!" He half-jokes
"Hm. I'm Zenix"
He gets a sense of pain from it, like a wounded animal
She shrugs, sipping from a canteen, then offering it to him
"Thanks sir." She says, wincing as she trys to stand
"Nah, im good."
"Of course."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, they always say. How about something to wash that down? I have plenty of soft drinks here. Booze on the first date is rather improper, so how about some delicious Snugglefruit juice?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh! That sounds ni- w-wait, date?" He turns red
Echo tosses a sleeping bad at him
psychopath ^-^