*My, this looks so delicious! It's been a while... the sweets might be stale at this point... but that's never stopped me before!*
A young girl, looking no older than 14, emerges from the shadows of the surrounding forest. She has greyish skin, yellow eyes, and long black 'hair' that hangs down to her ankles. For a moment, a few eyes open on some of the long tentacles that make up her 'hair', looking around before closing. The icy ground crunches softly under her feet as she leaves the forest and looks around.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
You take a closer look at the boy. He seems to be a human, with pale skin, long brown hair down to his waist, and blue eyes, a muscled body with a lot of scars.
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I am a sixteen year old male, and I would like to make new friends.
'I found them growing out of the ground. They're good, and they're free!'
As you get closer, you notice that the half-elf smells pretty awful, and his pale skin is streaked with grime
The young half-elf also notices a smell as the girl gets closer. She smells faintly of the forest... and reeks of oil. Her skin looks clammy as well: Almost slimy-looking, even.
She looks around at the ground, trying to find more of those mysterious sweet morsels for herself. As she turns around, a few more eyes emerge from her tentacle hair, look at the boy for a moment, and then close again.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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"Would that... help...?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*wanna rp on Terra? Not sure if I'm intruding here?*
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*this looks utterly delicious, i don’t know how i missed something so delectable in my sweep of the forums*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
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*My, this looks so delicious! It's been a while... the sweets might be stale at this point... but that's never stopped me before!*
A young girl, looking no older than 14, emerges from the shadows of the surrounding forest. She has greyish skin, yellow eyes, and long black 'hair' that hangs down to her ankles. For a moment, a few eyes open on some of the long tentacles that make up her 'hair', looking around before closing. The icy ground crunches softly under her feet as she leaves the forest and looks around.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A boy, about sixteen, walks into the town. "My, this looks delicious!"
I am a sixteen year old male, and I would like to make new friends.
'Oh, hey'
A young half-elf is hanging around, eating some candy
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The young girl is a little surprised by your response, but is visibly beaming soon after.
"Oh, hi there!" She runs over to you, and then notices the sweets in your hand. "What are those?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'I found them growing out of the ground. They're good, and they're free!'
As you get closer, you notice that the half-elf smells pretty awful, and his pale skin is streaked with grime
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The boy looks around the town, looking for other people.
I am a sixteen year old male, and I would like to make new friends.
'Think it's a bit quiet here, mate'
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Walks over to you
I am a sixteen year old male, and I would like to make new friends.
'Hey, what brings ya here?'
The half-elf has a large black rat perched on his shoulder
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I just woke up here, and I can't remember anything.
I am a sixteen year old male, and I would like to make new friends.
'Man, that sucks! Maybe I could help ya? I got here through the drains'
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You take a closer look at the boy. He seems to be a human, with pale skin, long brown hair down to his waist, and blue eyes, a muscled body with a lot of scars.
I am a sixteen year old male, and I would like to make new friends.
'Ya need any help?'
The half-elf has shoulder-length greasy blond hair, very pale skin, greenish eyes, and is very thin
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"Yeah, I think I could use some of that."
I am a sixteen year old male, and I would like to make new friends.
'So, what can I do for ya?'
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"I don't know. I don't even know who I am."
I am a sixteen year old male, and I would like to make new friends.
The young half-elf also notices a smell as the girl gets closer. She smells faintly of the forest... and reeks of oil. Her skin looks clammy as well: Almost slimy-looking, even.
She looks around at the ground, trying to find more of those mysterious sweet morsels for herself. As she turns around, a few more eyes emerge from her tentacle hair, look at the boy for a moment, and then close again.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)