I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
On the first floor, a flurry of falcons fly in through the door, screeching and flying everywhere. They seem to be flying in a cyclone sort of pattern, feathers falling from their speed. They suddenly all land, silent as if told to do so. Standing in the center of the swarm is a rather tall girl, around 16. She sports a halo made of golden, white, and bronze wood floating above her head, and small wings with falcon feathers in place of her ears, not large enough to carry her. She has 6 eyes, two main, and 4 small, two above the mains, two below. She closes her eyes, smiles, and waves.
On the ground floor, a green skinned Tiefling around 16 walks into through the door, ducking to keep their stag horns from catching on the frame. Their clothing is a dirty and earthy sort of green, and yet seems to exude power and status. They are wearing a belt with many pockets. On his shoulder seems to be a baby Remorhaz. It screeches at the nearest scary person.
Monty takes note of the two people and swishes their tail.
The falcon feathered girl waves her hand in their direction, telling a falcon that landed on their head to get off. “Sorry about him. He likes robots.”
Monty takes note of the two people and swishes their tail.
The falcon feathered girl waves her hand in their direction, telling a falcon that landed on their head to get off. “Sorry about him. He likes robots.”
"Oh, hello there," they say in a synthesized male voice that sounds kind of like it's coming through a radio.
Monty takes note of the two people and swishes their tail.
The falcon feathered girl waves her hand in their direction, telling a falcon that landed on their head to get off. “Sorry about him. He likes robots.”
"Oh, hello there," they say in a synthesized male voice that sounds kind of like it's coming through a radio.
"My name is Monty." they say cheerfully. "Pleasant to meet you." they shake her hand, and their hand is like SO SOFT
Meila smiles like a little girl who saw their favorite animal. “Your fur is so SOFT.” She starts to rub her hand on the fur on their head, but stops. “Sorry.”
*hi!*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A white-furred figure is sitting in one of the booths on the first floor.
On the first floor, a flurry of falcons fly in through the door, screeching and flying everywhere. They seem to be flying in a cyclone sort of pattern, feathers falling from their speed. They suddenly all land, silent as if told to do so. Standing in the center of the swarm is a rather tall girl, around 16. She sports a halo made of golden, white, and bronze wood floating above her head, and small wings with falcon feathers in place of her ears, not large enough to carry her. She has 6 eyes, two main, and 4 small, two above the mains, two below. She closes her eyes, smiles, and waves.
On the ground floor, a green skinned Tiefling around 16 walks into through the door, ducking to keep their stag horns from catching on the frame. Their clothing is a dirty and earthy sort of green, and yet seems to exude power and status. They are wearing a belt with many pockets. On his shoulder seems to be a baby Remorhaz. It screeches at the nearest scary person.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Monty takes note of the two people and swishes their tail.
They fidget with something in their hands.
The falcon feathered girl waves her hand in their direction, telling a falcon that landed on their head to get off. “Sorry about him. He likes robots.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Oh, hello there," they say in a synthesized male voice that sounds kind of like it's coming through a radio.
*is that to her or the falcon?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*her*
“Hi, I’m Meila. You?” She reaches out her hand to shake.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"My name is Monty." they say cheerfully. "Pleasant to meet you." they shake her hand, and their hand is like SO SOFT
Meila smiles like a little girl who saw their favorite animal. “Your fur is so SOFT.” She starts to rub her hand on the fur on their head, but stops. “Sorry.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
They sigh. "Go ahead."
“THANK YOU!” They just hug you, petting your head for an uncomfortable amount of time.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
They sit there awkwardly.
The pull themselves together and back away. “Sorry. I get excited easily. One of the quirks mum pointed out.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"It's okay, it happens more than you'd think."
“Oh, ok.” She looks behind you. “GEORGE, DON’T EAT THAT!!!” She runs to a falcon that’s trying to eat a fork.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Monty can't help but let out a short laugh
“Don’t laugh. He could choke!” She is mad now.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!