Look around there are no tricks to pass the time Forever occupied with greener grass upon her mind And finds no satisfaction in the finest of distractions Though she dolls herself up she will never quench her passion
We theorized that the greatest form of torture Is to keep her here and to endlessly ignore her Took it to market and we did obtain Loneliness is our darkest brand of pain
A dark red carriage is drawn by two black horses down the road to the tavern. Once it stops slowly, a woman steps out. She wears an off-the-shoulder black gown that is decorated with lace (The Dress) along with a set of silver rings on each of her fingers and a thick silver necklace (The Necklace). Her skin is a light almond color and dappled with freckles. Her hair is light brown and done up in a French twist (Hair) while her eyes and lips are done up in smoky black makeup. She carries a satchel at her side as well as a book in one arm. It is set with onyx covers and metal caps. She mutters to herself before snapping her fingers.
Three crawlers, small demons that look like toads, crawl out of the carriage as well. They begin to grab her things and climb on her shoulder affectionately.
Droidbait looks over from where he's sitting and watches them
*Can yeh check the Island?*
*Yep!*
She notices him staring and turns to look at him. She waves before turning back around.
*Thx!*
Droidbait sits for a moment before walking up to her. "Um, excuse me, but whats with the toad thingys." he says.
"These little guys?" She affectionately scratches one's chin "They are my friends. Familar's if you will."
"Ah... I see."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
"Ah... I see."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is talking to a horse
Phoenix is making a cake.
Droidbait is standing infront of a grave memorial for his fallen comrades..
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Bonnie curiously walks up next to Droidbait
Alec is on his morning jog
A barrel is falling out of the sky
(hi)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*Howdy moon*
UwU
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
He looks over. "Oh..hello."
*He is a Coruscant guard heavy from battlefront 2*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"H-hello. You looked kinda sad." She says
"Yeah... these were my brothers...comrades.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(how are you)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that..." She says, looking down at the graves
He wipes his eyes and puts back on his helmet. "How can i help you though?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well, I was wondering... would it be possible for me to learn how to use a weapon?" She asks, looking over her shoulder quickly
"Well...what kinda weapon do you wanna learn how to use?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*back*
"U-um, one of these" she makes a motion like she's aiming a gun, "I don't know what they're called..."
"A gun?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yeah, one of those. Like the hand held ones?" She says, looking up at him, "Most of the people who've attacked me had the long ones thougj,"
"ok." he then pulls out a small blaster pistol. the safety is on as he hands it to her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The girl looks it iver curiously, looking down the barrel a couple times, "It feels tingly"