The room is an entertaining room, with plush yet dusty couches and chairs surrounding the music player. This room should not be connected to the dining room, which should not have been connected to the front door.
The old woman looks up at Omori, her gold eyes focusing on her. "Oh, Omori! You've come back! I knew it! Tom didn't believe me, but Alston kept saying 'They have to come back,' and he was right!"
"Wh- what?" Omori seems surprised, and is visibly confused. Her tendrils' eyes, though, all look at the old woman. They know something that Omori doesn't.
The woman slowly gets up and takes Omori's hand gently. "Come, deary, the chef is already making something nice for you, I'm sure. I'm so glad you've made a friend! I hope dear Alston isn't still mad at you for leaving."
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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.
The room is an entertaining room, with plush yet dusty couches and chairs surrounding the music player. This room should not be connected to the dining room, which should not have been connected to the front door.
The old woman looks up at Omori, her gold eyes focusing on her. "Oh, Omori! You've come back! I knew it! Tom didn't believe me, but Alston kept saying 'They have to come back,' and he was right!"
"Wh- what?" Omori seems surprised, and is visibly confused. Her tendrils' eyes, though, all look at the old woman. They know something that Omori doesn't.
The woman slowly gets up and takes Omori's hand gently. "Come, deary, the chef is already making something nice for you, I'm sure. I'm so glad you've made a friend! I hope dear Alston isn't still mad at you for leaving."
Omori follows the old woman, visibly anxious. She doesn't know this person... she doesn't remember ever meeting this person. Maybe her eyesight isn't great, she thinks to herself. Maybe Omori is just a common name around these parts. None of the explanations she comes up with in her head make sense, though.
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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)
The room is an entertaining room, with plush yet dusty couches and chairs surrounding the music player. This room should not be connected to the dining room, which should not have been connected to the front door.
The old woman looks up at Omori, her gold eyes focusing on her. "Oh, Omori! You've come back! I knew it! Tom didn't believe me, but Alston kept saying 'They have to come back,' and he was right!"
"Wh- what?" Omori seems surprised, and is visibly confused. Her tendrils' eyes, though, all look at the old woman. They know something that Omori doesn't.
The woman slowly gets up and takes Omori's hand gently. "Come, deary, the chef is already making something nice for you, I'm sure. I'm so glad you've made a friend! I hope dear Alston isn't still mad at you for leaving."
Omori follows the old woman, visibly anxious. She doesn't know this person... she doesn't remember ever meeting this person. Maybe her eyesight isn't great, she thinks to herself. Maybe Omori is just a common name around these parts. None of the explanations she comes up with in her head make sense, though.
Omori looks around nervously, trying to hide her anxiousness.
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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)
The room is an entertaining room, with plush yet dusty couches and chairs surrounding the music player. This room should not be connected to the dining room, which should not have been connected to the front door.
The old woman looks up at Omori, her gold eyes focusing on her. "Oh, Omori! You've come back! I knew it! Tom didn't believe me, but Alston kept saying 'They have to come back,' and he was right!"
"Wh- what?" Omori seems surprised, and is visibly confused. Her tendrils' eyes, though, all look at the old woman. They know something that Omori doesn't.
The woman slowly gets up and takes Omori's hand gently. "Come, deary, the chef is already making something nice for you, I'm sure. I'm so glad you've made a friend! I hope dear Alston isn't still mad at you for leaving."
Omori follows the old woman, visibly anxious. She doesn't know this person... she doesn't remember ever meeting this person. Maybe her eyesight isn't great, she thinks to herself. Maybe Omori is just a common name around these parts. None of the explanations she comes up with in her head make sense, though.
Omori looks around nervously, trying to hide her anxiousness.
The old woman walks into the next room, which appears to be the kitchen. This building's layout officially makes no sense.
There is a wall of fire in the way. It isn't burning anything somehow, and the water pouring out of the overflowing sink doesn't seem to affect it at all.
"Oh, could you get the phonograph for me, dearie? I forgot it in the other room."
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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.
The door swings open to admit an aging minotaur dressed in ragged robes. He holds a wooden staff carved with intricate runes -- a staff that in his hands serves as little more than a simple walking stick. He stumbles forward slightly, muttering angrily to himself, as he makes his way to the bar.
The door swings open to admit an aging minotaur dressed in ragged robes. He holds a wooden staff carved with intricate runes -- a staff that in his hands serves as little more than a simple walking stick. He stumbles forward slightly, muttering angrily to himself, as he makes his way to the bar.
The purple-furred gnoll looks up at him. "Ironblood! Wanna drink?"
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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.
The door swings open to admit an aging minotaur dressed in ragged robes. He holds a wooden staff carved with intricate runes -- a staff that in his hands serves as little more than a simple walking stick. He stumbles forward slightly, muttering angrily to himself, as he makes his way to the bar.
The purple-furred gnoll looks up at him. "Ironblood! Wanna drink?"
"Ironblood no more . . ." he murmers. He moves to a window and gazes out. "The sun, the moon, the stars, the twinkling, glittering stars . . ." He gasps. "The stars! Where are the stars?"
The door swings open to admit an aging minotaur dressed in ragged robes. He holds a wooden staff carved with intricate runes -- a staff that in his hands serves as little more than a simple walking stick. He stumbles forward slightly, muttering angrily to himself, as he makes his way to the bar.
The purple-furred gnoll looks up at him. "Ironblood! Wanna drink?"
"Ironblood no more . . ." he murmers. He moves to a window and gazes out. "The sun, the moon, the stars, the twinkling, glittering stars . . ." He gasps. "The stars! Where are the stars?"
"Sorry, mate. Fell with the sun."
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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.
"Ironblood no more . . ." he murmers. He moves to a window and gazes out. "The sun, the moon, the stars, the twinkling, glittering stars . . ." He gasps. "The stars! Where are the stars?"
"Sorry, mate. Fell with the sun."
"Fell? I fell. I remember . . . falling, and falling, and spinning, and falling, and landing." He shudders. "Didn't like the landing."
"Oh, of- of course." She walks back to the other room, grabbing the phonograph and heading back.
The eyes look around the room for anything that feels... familiar.
There is a curtain in the entertainment room that looks very, very familiar. There was something amusing behind there, filled with occult power.
The tendrils of Omori's 'hair' begin to reach towards the curtain, but Omori walks away with the gramophone and the curtain becomes too far for them to reach. The tendrils writhe in frustration before becoming dormant once more, as Omori timidly walks back to the old woman.
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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)
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Void Death keeps their eyes on the floor and slinks up to the old woman then kneeling before her trembling in fear.
"Wh- what are you doing?" Omori seems confused. Then again, she's unfamiliar with the etiquette and customs of this world: Perhaps this is completely normal. Is that normal? Hell if she knows.
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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)
"This one is powerful but this one knows when they are around more powerful ones. This one must show respect or this one could be severely punished for this ones actions."
*In the Lycan order if they didn't show proper respect for people more powerful then they were challenging them and the challenges never ended well*
"Oh, of- of course." She walks back to the other room, grabbing the phonograph and heading back.
The eyes look around the room for anything that feels... familiar.
There is a curtain in the entertainment room that looks very, very familiar. There was something amusing behind there, filled with occult power.
The tendrils of Omori's 'hair' begin to reach towards the curtain, but Omori walks away with the gramophone and the curtain becomes too far for them to reach. The tendrils writhe in frustration before becoming dormant once more, as Omori timidly walks back to the old woman.
The old woman gratefully takes it and begins to crank it. Music begins to play, and the wall of fire begins to fade out as moaning can be heard from up ahead.
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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.
"Oh, of- of course." She walks back to the other room, grabbing the phonograph and heading back.
The eyes look around the room for anything that feels... familiar.
There is a curtain in the entertainment room that looks very, very familiar. There was something amusing behind there, filled with occult power.
The tendrils of Omori's 'hair' begin to reach towards the curtain, but Omori walks away with the gramophone and the curtain becomes too far for them to reach. The tendrils writhe in frustration before becoming dormant once more, as Omori timidly walks back to the old woman.
The old woman gratefully takes it and begins to crank it. Music begins to play, and the wall of fire begins to fade out as moaning can be heard from up ahead.
"Its here." Void Death trembles in terror but doesn't move.
"Oh, of- of course." She walks back to the other room, grabbing the phonograph and heading back.
The eyes look around the room for anything that feels... familiar.
There is a curtain in the entertainment room that looks very, very familiar. There was something amusing behind there, filled with occult power.
The tendrils of Omori's 'hair' begin to reach towards the curtain, but Omori walks away with the gramophone and the curtain becomes too far for them to reach. The tendrils writhe in frustration before becoming dormant once more, as Omori timidly walks back to the old woman.
The old woman gratefully takes it and begins to crank it. Music begins to play, and the wall of fire begins to fade out as moaning can be heard from up ahead.
"Its here." Void Death trembles in terror but doesn't move.
Omori is a little awestruck, but chooses to remain silent and wait to continue following her.
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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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The woman slowly gets up and takes Omori's hand gently. "Come, deary, the chef is already making something nice for you, I'm sure. I'm so glad you've made a friend! I hope dear Alston isn't still mad at you for leaving."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Omori follows the old woman, visibly anxious. She doesn't know this person... she doesn't remember ever meeting this person. Maybe her eyesight isn't great, she thinks to herself. Maybe Omori is just a common name around these parts. None of the explanations she comes up with in her head make sense, though.
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)
Omori looks around nervously, trying to hide her anxiousness.
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)
The old woman walks into the next room, which appears to be the kitchen. This building's layout officially makes no sense.
There is a wall of fire in the way. It isn't burning anything somehow, and the water pouring out of the overflowing sink doesn't seem to affect it at all.
"Oh, could you get the phonograph for me, dearie? I forgot it in the other room."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, of- of course." She walks back to the other room, grabbing the phonograph and heading back.
The eyes look around the room for anything that feels... familiar.
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)
Void Death now realizing that they haven't been struck by anyone slinks in behind Omori keeping their eyes towards the floor.
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
The door swings open to admit an aging minotaur dressed in ragged robes. He holds a wooden staff carved with intricate runes -- a staff that in his hands serves as little more than a simple walking stick. He stumbles forward slightly, muttering angrily to himself, as he makes his way to the bar.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The purple-furred gnoll looks up at him. "Ironblood! Wanna drink?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There is a curtain in the entertainment room that looks very, very familiar. There was something amusing behind there, filled with occult power.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ironblood no more . . ." he murmers. He moves to a window and gazes out. "The sun, the moon, the stars, the twinkling, glittering stars . . ." He gasps. "The stars! Where are the stars?"
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Sorry, mate. Fell with the sun."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Fell? I fell. I remember . . . falling, and falling, and spinning, and falling, and landing." He shudders. "Didn't like the landing."
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The tendrils of Omori's 'hair' begin to reach towards the curtain, but Omori walks away with the gramophone and the curtain becomes too far for them to reach. The tendrils writhe in frustration before becoming dormant once more, as Omori timidly walks back to the old woman.
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)
*hello*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Void Death keeps their eyes on the floor and slinks up to the old woman then kneeling before her trembling in fear.
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
"Wh- what are you doing?" Omori seems confused. Then again, she's unfamiliar with the etiquette and customs of this world: Perhaps this is completely normal. Is that normal? Hell if she knows.
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)
"This one is powerful but this one knows when they are around more powerful ones. This one must show respect or this one could be severely punished for this ones actions."
*In the Lycan order if they didn't show proper respect for people more powerful then they were challenging them and the challenges never ended well*
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
The old woman gratefully takes it and begins to crank it. Music begins to play, and the wall of fire begins to fade out as moaning can be heard from up ahead.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Its here." Void Death trembles in terror but doesn't move.
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
Omori is a little awestruck, but chooses to remain silent and wait to continue following her.
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)