A Dimensional Door, its frame crackling with blue electricity, opened suddenly as a well dressed male Half-Elf enters through it. He stands about 5'11 with fair skin, startling blue eyes, and short brown hair that is combed in a dapper fashion, parted down the middle. He wears a white dress shirt with pearly shell buttons, a black vest with silver buttons, a long, navy blue coat, black slacks, and black leather boots. He wears a satchel around his shoulder that holds a large book with tooled leather covers depicting great storms. He hums, looking around, pulling out his book and writing observations.
Miranda is sitting on a roof, in the market. She is sharpening her nails while watching people below. She is wearing common clothes made from light, lilac-colored cotton.
Ursa is sitting outside, underneath the shade of the trees. He is humming while writing something in a blue, leather bound journal.
Pax comes up next to miranda, dropping unto a sitting position. He's eating some sort of jerky, picking off pieces and eating them under the mask
She sits up and raises an eyebrow "Whatcha doing here?"
A Dimensional Door, its frame crackling with blue electricity, opened suddenly as a well dressed male Half-Elf enters through it. He stands about 5'11 with fair skin, startling blue eyes, and short brown hair that is combed in a dapper fashion, parted down the middle. He wears a white dress shirt with pearly shell buttons, a black vest with silver buttons, a long, navy blue coat, black slacks, and black leather boots. He wears a satchel around his shoulder that holds a large book with tooled leather covers depicting great storms. He hums, looking around, pulling out his book and writing observations.
Miranda is sitting on a roof, in the market. She is sharpening her nails while watching people below. She is wearing common clothes made from light, lilac-colored cotton.
Ursa is sitting outside, underneath the shade of the trees. He is humming while writing something in a blue, leather bound journal.
Pax comes up next to miranda, dropping unto a sitting position. He's eating some sort of jerky, picking off pieces and eating them under the mask
She sits up and raises an eyebrow "Whatcha doing here?"
A Dimensional Door, its frame crackling with blue electricity, opened suddenly as a well dressed male Half-Elf enters through it. He stands about 5'11 with fair skin, startling blue eyes, and short brown hair that is combed in a dapper fashion, parted down the middle. He wears a white dress shirt with pearly shell buttons, a black vest with silver buttons, a long, navy blue coat, black slacks, and black leather boots. He wears a satchel around his shoulder that holds a large book with tooled leather covers depicting great storms. He hums, looking around, pulling out his book and writing observations.
Miranda is sitting on a roof, in the market. She is sharpening her nails while watching people below. She is wearing common clothes made from light, lilac-colored cotton.
Ursa is sitting outside, underneath the shade of the trees. He is humming while writing something in a blue, leather bound journal.
Pax comes up next to miranda, dropping unto a sitting position. He's eating some sort of jerky, picking off pieces and eating them under the mask
She sits up and raises an eyebrow "Whatcha doing here?"
"I could ask you the same." He says simply
"You awnser first." She said, narrowing her eyes at him.
A Dimensional Door, its frame crackling with blue electricity, opened suddenly as a well dressed male Half-Elf enters through it. He stands about 5'11 with fair skin, startling blue eyes, and short brown hair that is combed in a dapper fashion, parted down the middle. He wears a white dress shirt with pearly shell buttons, a black vest with silver buttons, a long, navy blue coat, black slacks, and black leather boots. He wears a satchel around his shoulder that holds a large book with tooled leather covers depicting great storms. He hums, looking around, pulling out his book and writing observations.
Miranda is sitting on a roof, in the market. She is sharpening her nails while watching people below. She is wearing common clothes made from light, lilac-colored cotton.
Ursa is sitting outside, underneath the shade of the trees. He is humming while writing something in a blue, leather bound journal.
Pax comes up next to miranda, dropping unto a sitting position. He's eating some sort of jerky, picking off pieces and eating them under the mask
She sits up and raises an eyebrow "Whatcha doing here?"
"I could ask you the same." He says simply
"You awnser first." She said, narrowing her eyes at him.
A Dimensional Door, its frame crackling with blue electricity, opened suddenly as a well dressed male Half-Elf enters through it. He stands about 5'11 with fair skin, startling blue eyes, and short brown hair that is combed in a dapper fashion, parted down the middle. He wears a white dress shirt with pearly shell buttons, a black vest with silver buttons, a long, navy blue coat, black slacks, and black leather boots. He wears a satchel around his shoulder that holds a large book with tooled leather covers depicting great storms. He hums, looking around, pulling out his book and writing observations.
Miranda is sitting on a roof, in the market. She is sharpening her nails while watching people below. She is wearing common clothes made from light, lilac-colored cotton.
Ursa is sitting outside, underneath the shade of the trees. He is humming while writing something in a blue, leather bound journal.
Pax comes up next to miranda, dropping unto a sitting position. He's eating some sort of jerky, picking off pieces and eating them under the mask
She sits up and raises an eyebrow "Whatcha doing here?"
"I could ask you the same." He says simply
"You awnser first." She said, narrowing her eyes at him.
A Dimensional Door, its frame crackling with blue electricity, opened suddenly as a well dressed male Half-Elf enters through it. He stands about 5'11 with fair skin, startling blue eyes, and short brown hair that is combed in a dapper fashion, parted down the middle. He wears a white dress shirt with pearly shell buttons, a black vest with silver buttons, a long, navy blue coat, black slacks, and black leather boots. He wears a satchel around his shoulder that holds a large book with tooled leather covers depicting great storms. He hums, looking around, pulling out his book and writing observations.
Miranda is sitting on a roof, in the market. She is sharpening her nails while watching people below. She is wearing common clothes made from light, lilac-colored cotton.
Ursa is sitting outside, underneath the shade of the trees. He is humming while writing something in a blue, leather bound journal.
Pax comes up next to miranda, dropping unto a sitting position. He's eating some sort of jerky, picking off pieces and eating them under the mask
She sits up and raises an eyebrow "Whatcha doing here?"
"I could ask you the same." He says simply
"You awnser first." She said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I'm eating jerky" He responds with a smirk
"But why here?" she rolls her eyes.
"Cause it's better than eating in the floor? Plus the view is nice"
A Dimensional Door, its frame crackling with blue electricity, opened suddenly as a well dressed male Half-Elf enters through it. He stands about 5'11 with fair skin, startling blue eyes, and short brown hair that is combed in a dapper fashion, parted down the middle. He wears a white dress shirt with pearly shell buttons, a black vest with silver buttons, a long, navy blue coat, black slacks, and black leather boots. He wears a satchel around his shoulder that holds a large book with tooled leather covers depicting great storms. He hums, looking around, pulling out his book and writing observations.
Miranda is sitting on a roof, in the market. She is sharpening her nails while watching people below. She is wearing common clothes made from light, lilac-colored cotton.
Ursa is sitting outside, underneath the shade of the trees. He is humming while writing something in a blue, leather bound journal.
Pax comes up next to miranda, dropping unto a sitting position. He's eating some sort of jerky, picking off pieces and eating them under the mask
She sits up and raises an eyebrow "Whatcha doing here?"
"I could ask you the same." He says simply
"You awnser first." She said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I'm eating jerky" He responds with a smirk
"But why here?" she rolls her eyes.
"Cause it's better than eating in the floor? Plus the view is nice"
"Fine.. Ill let you sit up here without hassling you" she said and grinned "But you gotta let me see what's under the mask"
A Dimensional Door, its frame crackling with blue electricity, opened suddenly as a well dressed male Half-Elf enters through it. He stands about 5'11 with fair skin, startling blue eyes, and short brown hair that is combed in a dapper fashion, parted down the middle. He wears a white dress shirt with pearly shell buttons, a black vest with silver buttons, a long, navy blue coat, black slacks, and black leather boots. He wears a satchel around his shoulder that holds a large book with tooled leather covers depicting great storms. He hums, looking around, pulling out his book and writing observations.
Miranda is sitting on a roof, in the market. She is sharpening her nails while watching people below. She is wearing common clothes made from light, lilac-colored cotton.
Ursa is sitting outside, underneath the shade of the trees. He is humming while writing something in a blue, leather bound journal.
Pax comes up next to miranda, dropping unto a sitting position. He's eating some sort of jerky, picking off pieces and eating them under the mask
She sits up and raises an eyebrow "Whatcha doing here?"
"I could ask you the same." He says simply
"You awnser first." She said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I'm eating jerky" He responds with a smirk
"But why here?" she rolls her eyes.
"Cause it's better than eating in the floor? Plus the view is nice"
"Fine.. Ill let you sit up here without hassling you" she said and grinned "But you gotta let me see what's under the mask"
He makes a shirt scoffing noise, "That a tax or something?" He asks
A Dimensional Door, its frame crackling with blue electricity, opened suddenly as a well dressed male Half-Elf enters through it. He stands about 5'11 with fair skin, startling blue eyes, and short brown hair that is combed in a dapper fashion, parted down the middle. He wears a white dress shirt with pearly shell buttons, a black vest with silver buttons, a long, navy blue coat, black slacks, and black leather boots. He wears a satchel around his shoulder that holds a large book with tooled leather covers depicting great storms. He hums, looking around, pulling out his book and writing observations.
Miranda is sitting on a roof, in the market. She is sharpening her nails while watching people below. She is wearing common clothes made from light, lilac-colored cotton.
Ursa is sitting outside, underneath the shade of the trees. He is humming while writing something in a blue, leather bound journal.
Pax comes up next to miranda, dropping unto a sitting position. He's eating some sort of jerky, picking off pieces and eating them under the mask
She sits up and raises an eyebrow "Whatcha doing here?"
"I could ask you the same." He says simply
"You awnser first." She said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I'm eating jerky" He responds with a smirk
"But why here?" she rolls her eyes.
"Cause it's better than eating in the floor? Plus the view is nice"
"Fine.. Ill let you sit up here without hassling you" she said and grinned "But you gotta let me see what's under the mask"
He makes a shirt scoffing noise, "That a tax or something?" He asks
"Nah, just curious." She grins, her eyes sparkling
A Dimensional Door, its frame crackling with blue electricity, opened suddenly as a well dressed male Half-Elf enters through it. He stands about 5'11 with fair skin, startling blue eyes, and short brown hair that is combed in a dapper fashion, parted down the middle. He wears a white dress shirt with pearly shell buttons, a black vest with silver buttons, a long, navy blue coat, black slacks, and black leather boots. He wears a satchel around his shoulder that holds a large book with tooled leather covers depicting great storms. He hums, looking around, pulling out his book and writing observations.
Miranda is sitting on a roof, in the market. She is sharpening her nails while watching people below. She is wearing common clothes made from light, lilac-colored cotton.
Ursa is sitting outside, underneath the shade of the trees. He is humming while writing something in a blue, leather bound journal.
Pax comes up next to miranda, dropping unto a sitting position. He's eating some sort of jerky, picking off pieces and eating them under the mask
She sits up and raises an eyebrow "Whatcha doing here?"
"I could ask you the same." He says simply
"You awnser first." She said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I'm eating jerky" He responds with a smirk
"But why here?" she rolls her eyes.
"Cause it's better than eating in the floor? Plus the view is nice"
"Fine.. Ill let you sit up here without hassling you" she said and grinned "But you gotta let me see what's under the mask"
He makes a shirt scoffing noise, "That a tax or something?" He asks
"Nah, just curious." She grins, her eyes sparkling
He sighs, leaning back, "And you aren't gonna say anything to anyone"
A Dimensional Door, its frame crackling with blue electricity, opened suddenly as a well dressed male Half-Elf enters through it. He stands about 5'11 with fair skin, startling blue eyes, and short brown hair that is combed in a dapper fashion, parted down the middle. He wears a white dress shirt with pearly shell buttons, a black vest with silver buttons, a long, navy blue coat, black slacks, and black leather boots. He wears a satchel around his shoulder that holds a large book with tooled leather covers depicting great storms. He hums, looking around, pulling out his book and writing observations.
Miranda is sitting on a roof, in the market. She is sharpening her nails while watching people below. She is wearing common clothes made from light, lilac-colored cotton.
Ursa is sitting outside, underneath the shade of the trees. He is humming while writing something in a blue, leather bound journal.
Pax comes up next to miranda, dropping unto a sitting position. He's eating some sort of jerky, picking off pieces and eating them under the mask
She sits up and raises an eyebrow "Whatcha doing here?"
"I could ask you the same." He says simply
"You awnser first." She said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I'm eating jerky" He responds with a smirk
"But why here?" she rolls her eyes.
"Cause it's better than eating in the floor? Plus the view is nice"
"Fine.. Ill let you sit up here without hassling you" she said and grinned "But you gotta let me see what's under the mask"
He makes a shirt scoffing noise, "That a tax or something?" He asks
"Nah, just curious." She grins, her eyes sparkling
He sighs, leaning back, "And you aren't gonna say anything to anyone"
She shrugged "No. Im hiding from some people to so it would make no sense to call you out on it."
I worked on my OC a bit. I decided to give them some Oni inspiration. The house is in the mountains, and the monster was born from an urban legend used to explain why hikers often went missing there. Also, I made him even bigger.*
I worked on my OC a bit. I decided to give them some Oni inspiration. The house is in the mountains, and the monster was born from an urban legend used to explain why hikers often went missing there. Also, I made him even bigger.*
A Dimensional Door, its frame crackling with blue electricity, opened suddenly as a well dressed male Half-Elf enters through it. He stands about 5'11 with fair skin, startling blue eyes, and short brown hair that is combed in a dapper fashion, parted down the middle. He wears a white dress shirt with pearly shell buttons, a black vest with silver buttons, a long, navy blue coat, black slacks, and black leather boots. He wears a satchel around his shoulder that holds a large book with tooled leather covers depicting great storms. He hums, looking around, pulling out his book and writing observations.
Miranda is sitting on a roof, in the market. She is sharpening her nails while watching people below. She is wearing common clothes made from light, lilac-colored cotton.
Ursa is sitting outside, underneath the shade of the trees. He is humming while writing something in a blue, leather bound journal.
Pax comes up next to miranda, dropping unto a sitting position. He's eating some sort of jerky, picking off pieces and eating them under the mask
She sits up and raises an eyebrow "Whatcha doing here?"
"I could ask you the same." He says simply
"You awnser first." She said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I'm eating jerky" He responds with a smirk
"But why here?" she rolls her eyes.
"Cause it's better than eating in the floor? Plus the view is nice"
"Fine.. Ill let you sit up here without hassling you" she said and grinned "But you gotta let me see what's under the mask"
He makes a shirt scoffing noise, "That a tax or something?" He asks
"Nah, just curious." She grins, her eyes sparkling
He sighs, leaning back, "And you aren't gonna say anything to anyone"
She shrugged "No. Im hiding from some people to so it would make no sense to call you out on it."
He shrugs back, untying the mask and taking it off. His skin is pale, with fair features an hazel eyes with larger than average pupils.
A Dimensional Door, its frame crackling with blue electricity, opened suddenly as a well dressed male Half-Elf enters through it. He stands about 5'11 with fair skin, startling blue eyes, and short brown hair that is combed in a dapper fashion, parted down the middle. He wears a white dress shirt with pearly shell buttons, a black vest with silver buttons, a long, navy blue coat, black slacks, and black leather boots. He wears a satchel around his shoulder that holds a large book with tooled leather covers depicting great storms. He hums, looking around, pulling out his book and writing observations.
Miranda is sitting on a roof, in the market. She is sharpening her nails while watching people below. She is wearing common clothes made from light, lilac-colored cotton.
Ursa is sitting outside, underneath the shade of the trees. He is humming while writing something in a blue, leather bound journal.
Pax comes up next to miranda, dropping unto a sitting position. He's eating some sort of jerky, picking off pieces and eating them under the mask
She sits up and raises an eyebrow "Whatcha doing here?"
"I could ask you the same." He says simply
"You awnser first." She said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"I'm eating jerky" He responds with a smirk
"But why here?" she rolls her eyes.
"Cause it's better than eating in the floor? Plus the view is nice"
"Fine.. Ill let you sit up here without hassling you" she said and grinned "But you gotta let me see what's under the mask"
He makes a shirt scoffing noise, "That a tax or something?" He asks
"Nah, just curious." She grins, her eyes sparkling
He sighs, leaning back, "And you aren't gonna say anything to anyone"
She shrugged "No. Im hiding from some people to so it would make no sense to call you out on it."
He shrugs back, untying the mask and taking it off. His skin is pale, with fair features an hazel eyes with larger than average pupils.
*sorry for gap, had a quiz*
She tilts her head, examining his face. "Hm? I think i was expecting way way worse." she chuckles.
*hi!*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
She sits up and raises an eyebrow "Whatcha doing here?"
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 could ask you the same." He says simply
"You awnser first." She said, narrowing her eyes at 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
"I'm eating jerky" He responds with a smirk
"But why here?" she rolls her eyes.
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
"Cause it's better than eating in the floor? Plus the view is nice"
"Fine.. Ill let you sit up here without hassling you" she said and grinned "But you gotta let me see what's under the mask"
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
He makes a shirt scoffing noise, "That a tax or something?" He asks
"Nah, just curious." She grins, her eyes sparkling
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
He sighs, leaning back, "And you aren't gonna say anything to anyone"
*i am alone yet again qwq*
*Sorry, Had to go help kitchen team*
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
She shrugged "No. Im hiding from some people to so it would make no sense to call you out on it."
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
*Sad bug noises.*
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 morning everyone.
I worked on my OC a bit. I decided to give them some Oni inspiration. The house is in the mountains, and the monster was born from an urban legend used to explain why hikers often went missing there. Also, I made him even bigger.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*cant wait 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
He shrugs back, untying the mask and taking it off. His skin is pale, with fair features an hazel eyes with larger than average pupils.
*sorry for gap, had a quiz*
She tilts her head, examining his face. "Hm? I think i was expecting way way worse." she chuckles.
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
He raises an eyebrow, "What, expecting some burn scars or mauling scars?"