A beam of light descends from the sky, within its grasp is an older human gentleman. He has short, neatly cut silver hair, luminous golden eyes that pour our light, and is dressed in an impeccable black suit with a golden chain connected to his pocket. He flaunts his wealth in terms of gold with earrings, rings, and a golden band necklace.
He tucks his hand behind him and looks around, at the tavern and then at the ground. "Oh my... How revolting." He huffed as his face drew up in disgust.
“My oh my,” says a deep voice from a nearby tree. “Looks like some fancy folk just came to town.” A cloud of smoke drifts by.
"Indeed, a cut above the rest." He beams, smirking to himself.
A giant possibly twelve feet tall steps out of the branches. His gangly arms sway by his side and his rough mane of hair is filled with leaves a twigs. He is bare chested and hairy and holds a smoking cigar up to his lips, “Even the juiciest fruit rots among the roots.” He takes a long draw from his cigar.
A beam of light descends from the sky, within its grasp is an older human gentleman. He has short, neatly cut silver hair, luminous golden eyes that pour our light, and is dressed in an impeccable black suit with a golden chain connected to his pocket. He flaunts his wealth in terms of gold with earrings, rings, and a golden band necklace.
He tucks his hand behind him and looks around, at the tavern and then at the ground. "Oh my... How revolting." He huffed as his face drew up in disgust.
“My oh my,” says a deep voice from a nearby tree. “Looks like some fancy folk just came to town.” A cloud of smoke drifts by.
"Indeed, a cut above the rest." He beams, smirking to himself.
A giant possibly twelve feet tall steps out of the branches. His gangly arms sway by his side and his rough mane of hair is filled with leaves a twigs. He is bare chested and hairy and holds a smoking cigar up to his lips, “Even the juiciest fruit rots among the roots.” He takes a long draw from his cigar.
He chuckles "I can personally assure I am not dying anytime soon." He smiled prettily.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Smelling the feeling in the chaos in the air, the nobleman follows the scent to farm where the Hexblood sits.
The hexblood doesn't seem to notice the nobleman, too wrapped up in his intense, sad song. The nobleman has never heard a song like this before. All rough and angsty. Very dramatic. Despite this, the man looks very approachable.
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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.
It finds a large cart filled with pumpkins. A hexblood farmer sits at the front near where the horses should be, playing a violin.
"Who goes there?"
The man stops playing and adjusts his spectacles. He seems... shockingly unfazed. "Oh, was my playing bothering you? I'm sorry, I'll stop." He puts down his fiddle. "I'm Gregor."
"No, I was just worried. Many sour experiences in the war."
Smelling the feeling in the chaos in the air, the nobleman follows the scent to farm where the Hexblood sits.
The hexblood doesn't seem to notice the nobleman, too wrapped up in his intense, sad song. The nobleman has never heard a song like this before. All rough and angsty. Very dramatic. Despite this, the man looks very approachable.
The nobleman misty steps behind him and leans on the back of the chair, listening. "Why hello there. What music you produce."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It finds a large cart filled with pumpkins. A hexblood farmer sits at the front near where the horses should be, playing a violin.
"Who goes there?"
The man stops playing and adjusts his spectacles. He seems... shockingly unfazed. "Oh, was my playing bothering you? I'm sorry, I'll stop." He puts down his fiddle. "I'm Gregor."
"No, I was just worried. Many sour experiences in the war."
He bows his head and cleans his glasses on his vest. "I'm sorry if I caused you any undue anxiety, friend. I mean no harm."
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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.
He reaches up and snags her, holding her above the ground.
Prowl lets out a snarl at being scruffed but shuts up when she sees what has scruffed her
"What vile creature are you?"
Prowl flattens herself to the ground. "I- I- I was a human... but I wa- was cursed..."
"Cursed? By whom?"
"A warlock. My mom stole something from a warlock and he said that he would put a curse on my family but he didnt say what or who. and i got the curse. my mom kicked me out when she saw what i was becoming even though its her fault!"
A beam of light descends from the sky, within its grasp is an older human gentleman. He has short, neatly cut silver hair, luminous golden eyes that pour our light, and is dressed in an impeccable black suit with a golden chain connected to his pocket. He flaunts his wealth in terms of gold with earrings, rings, and a golden band necklace.
He tucks his hand behind him and looks around, at the tavern and then at the ground. "Oh my... How revolting." He huffed as his face drew up in disgust.
“My oh my,” says a deep voice from a nearby tree. “Looks like some fancy folk just came to town.” A cloud of smoke drifts by.
"Indeed, a cut above the rest." He beams, smirking to himself.
A giant possibly twelve feet tall steps out of the branches. His gangly arms sway by his side and his rough mane of hair is filled with leaves a twigs. He is bare chested and hairy and holds a smoking cigar up to his lips, “Even the juiciest fruit rots among the roots.” He takes a long draw from his cigar.
He chuckles "I can personally assure I am not dying anytime soon." He smiled prettily.
“Most don’t plan on it.” A huge cloud of acrid smoke blasts towards you, “Now where did you graciously deign from?”
It finds a large cart filled with pumpkins. A hexblood farmer sits at the front near where the horses should be, playing a violin.
"Who goes there?"
The man stops playing and adjusts his spectacles. He seems... shockingly unfazed. "Oh, was my playing bothering you? I'm sorry, I'll stop." He puts down his fiddle. "I'm Gregor."
"No, I was just worried. Many sour experiences in the war."
He bows his head and cleans his glasses on his vest. "I'm sorry if I caused you any undue anxiety, friend. I mean no harm."
Smelling the feeling in the chaos in the air, the nobleman follows the scent to farm where the Hexblood sits.
The hexblood doesn't seem to notice the nobleman, too wrapped up in his intense, sad song. The nobleman has never heard a song like this before. All rough and angsty. Very dramatic. Despite this, the man looks very approachable.
The nobleman misty steps behind him and leans on the back of the chair, listening. "Why hello there. What music you produce."
He stops the song and looks up. "Thank you kindly, sir. I wrote it myself. It isn't finished yet, but it helps calm my mind to work on it."
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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.
He reaches up and snags her, holding her above the ground.
Prowl lets out a snarl at being scruffed but shuts up when she sees what has scruffed her
"What vile creature are you?"
Prowl flattens herself to the ground. "I- I- I was a human... but I wa- was cursed..."
"Cursed? By whom?"
"A warlock. My mom stole something from a warlock and he said that he would put a curse on my family but he didnt say what or who. and i got the curse. my mom kicked me out when she saw what i was becoming even though its her fault!"
He chuckles, "And you have nobody to care for you now I assume?"
He bows his head and cleans his glasses on his vest. "I'm sorry if I caused you any undue anxiety, friend. I mean no harm."
"Ah, do you talk from experience? Or empathy?'
"Empathy, I'm afraid. I was lucky enough to stay out of the war. My anxiety led to my hands being too shaky to land the shot, even during training. To this day I'm not allowed within a good couple of paces of a gun."
A beam of light descends from the sky, within its grasp is an older human gentleman. He has short, neatly cut silver hair, luminous golden eyes that pour our light, and is dressed in an impeccable black suit with a golden chain connected to his pocket. He flaunts his wealth in terms of gold with earrings, rings, and a golden band necklace.
He tucks his hand behind him and looks around, at the tavern and then at the ground. "Oh my... How revolting." He huffed as his face drew up in disgust.
“My oh my,” says a deep voice from a nearby tree. “Looks like some fancy folk just came to town.” A cloud of smoke drifts by.
"Indeed, a cut above the rest." He beams, smirking to himself.
A giant possibly twelve feet tall steps out of the branches. His gangly arms sway by his side and his rough mane of hair is filled with leaves a twigs. He is bare chested and hairy and holds a smoking cigar up to his lips, “Even the juiciest fruit rots among the roots.” He takes a long draw from his cigar.
He chuckles "I can personally assure I am not dying anytime soon." He smiled prettily.
“Most don’t plan on it.” A huge cloud of acrid smoke blasts towards you, “Now where did you graciously deign from?”
"Well I did rule a good sized kingdom for a good while but I decided to give it up to the little people because they deserve something in their meager existence." He smiled again.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He bows his head and cleans his glasses on his vest. "I'm sorry if I caused you any undue anxiety, friend. I mean no harm."
"Ah, do you talk from experience? Or empathy?'
"Empathy, I'm afraid. I was lucky enough to stay out of the war. My anxiety led to my hands being too shaky to land the shot, even during training. To this day I'm not allowed within a good couple of paces of a gun."
Smelling the feeling in the chaos in the air, the nobleman follows the scent to farm where the Hexblood sits.
The hexblood doesn't seem to notice the nobleman, too wrapped up in his intense, sad song. The nobleman has never heard a song like this before. All rough and angsty. Very dramatic. Despite this, the man looks very approachable.
The nobleman misty steps behind him and leans on the back of the chair, listening. "Why hello there. What music you produce."
He stops the song and looks up. "Thank you kindly, sir. I wrote it myself. It isn't finished yet, but it helps calm my mind to work on it."
"Calm? To work upon what I suppose I should ask instead." He asked, raising a brow.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
Smelling the feeling in the chaos in the air, the nobleman follows the scent to farm where the Hexblood sits.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What vile creature are you?"
Prowl flattens herself to the ground. "I- I- I was a human... but I wa- was cursed..."
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
A giant possibly twelve feet tall steps out of the branches. His gangly arms sway by his side and his rough mane of hair is filled with leaves a twigs. He is bare chested and hairy and holds a smoking cigar up to his lips, “Even the juiciest fruit rots among the roots.” He takes a long draw from his cigar.
He chuckles "I can personally assure I am not dying anytime soon." He smiled prettily.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The hexblood doesn't seem to notice the nobleman, too wrapped up in his intense, sad song. The nobleman has never heard a song like this before. All rough and angsty. Very dramatic. Despite this, the man looks very approachable.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No, I was just worried. Many sour experiences in the war."
The nobleman misty steps behind him and leans on the back of the chair, listening. "Why hello there. What music you produce."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Cursed? By whom?"
He bows his head and cleans his glasses on his vest. "I'm sorry if I caused you any undue anxiety, friend. I mean no harm."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"A warlock. My mom stole something from a warlock and he said that he would put a curse on my family but he didnt say what or who. and i got the curse. my mom kicked me out when she saw what i was becoming even though its her fault!"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
“Most don’t plan on it.” A huge cloud of acrid smoke blasts towards you, “Now where did you graciously deign from?”
"Ah, do you talk from experience? Or empathy?'
He stops the song and looks up. "Thank you kindly, sir. I wrote it myself. It isn't finished yet, but it helps calm my mind to work on it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He chuckles, "And you have nobody to care for you now I assume?"
"Empathy, I'm afraid. I was lucky enough to stay out of the war. My anxiety led to my hands being too shaky to land the shot, even during training. To this day I'm not allowed within a good couple of paces of a gun."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well I did rule a good sized kingdom for a good while but I decided to give it up to the little people because they deserve something in their meager existence." He smiled again.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Ah, so you know of the Human-Covenant war?"
"Calm? To work upon what I suppose I should ask instead." He asked, raising a brow.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]