A figure in a white hood and a sack on his shoulder walks toward the cabin, lured by the song. He wears a colorful purple, green, and gold comedy mask with feathers.
A figure in a white hood and a sack on his shoulder walks toward the cabin, lured by the song. He wears a colorful purple, green, and gold comedy mask with feathers.
Jeremiah stops playing his banjo and looks at the strange figure. He narrows his eyes and calls out, "Well hello there, Jasper. Are ye one o' 'ose boogers haintin' the woods, or do ye just have bad fashion sense?"
A figure in a white hood and a sack on his shoulder walks toward the cabin, lured by the song. He wears a colorful purple, green, and gold comedy mask with feathers.
Jeremiah stops playing his banjo and looks at the strange figure. He narrows his eyes and calls out, "Well hello there, Jasper. Are ye one o' 'ose boogers haintin' the woods, or do ye just have bad fashion sense?"
"Both, ac-tua-lly." comes a voice with a cajun accent. "The name's Zacharie."
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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.
A figure in a white hood and a sack on his shoulder walks toward the cabin, lured by the song. He wears a colorful purple, green, and gold comedy mask with feathers.
Jeremiah stops playing his banjo and looks at the strange figure. He narrows his eyes and calls out, "Well hello there, Jasper. Are ye one o' 'ose boogers haintin' the woods, or do ye just have bad fashion sense?"
"Both, ac-tua-lly." comes a voice with a cajun accent. "The name's Zacharie."
"Ye can call me Jeremiah." He still looks a little wary, "Yoant-to tell me how ye can be both a haint and one of us... normal folk? Are ye one o' 'ose beasts roamin' 'ese woods?"
A figure in a white hood and a sack on his shoulder walks toward the cabin, lured by the song. He wears a colorful purple, green, and gold comedy mask with feathers.
Jeremiah stops playing his banjo and looks at the strange figure. He narrows his eyes and calls out, "Well hello there, Jasper. Are ye one o' 'ose boogers haintin' the woods, or do ye just have bad fashion sense?"
"Both, ac-tua-lly." comes a voice with a cajun accent. "The name's Zacharie."
"Ye can call me Jeremiah." He still looks a little wary, "Yoant-to tell me how ye can be both a haint and one of us... normal folk? Are ye one o' 'ose beasts roamin' 'ese woods?"
"The cryptids typically only come out at night. I don't happen to be one of them. I'm... something different. More fairy tale than folk tale. Pardon me if I don't show you, but people tend to try and kill me if they see me out during the day."
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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.
A figure in a white hood and a sack on his shoulder walks toward the cabin, lured by the song. He wears a colorful purple, green, and gold comedy mask with feathers.
Jeremiah stops playing his banjo and looks at the strange figure. He narrows his eyes and calls out, "Well hello there, Jasper. Are ye one o' 'ose boogers haintin' the woods, or do ye just have bad fashion sense?"
"Both, ac-tua-lly." comes a voice with a cajun accent. "The name's Zacharie."
"Ye can call me Jeremiah." He still looks a little wary, "Yoant-to tell me how ye can be both a haint and one of us... normal folk? Are ye one o' 'ose beasts roamin' 'ese woods?"
"The cryptids typically only come out at night. I don't happen to be one of them. I'm... something different. More fairy tale than folk tale. Pardon me if I don't show you, but people tend to try and kill me if they see me out during the day."
"Well, as long as ye ain't tryin' to kill any o' us like the haints out there, I 'spose you're okay."
A figure in a white hood and a sack on his shoulder walks toward the cabin, lured by the song. He wears a colorful purple, green, and gold comedy mask with feathers.
Jeremiah stops playing his banjo and looks at the strange figure. He narrows his eyes and calls out, "Well hello there, Jasper. Are ye one o' 'ose boogers haintin' the woods, or do ye just have bad fashion sense?"
"Both, ac-tua-lly." comes a voice with a cajun accent. "The name's Zacharie."
"Ye can call me Jeremiah." He still looks a little wary, "Yoant-to tell me how ye can be both a haint and one of us... normal folk? Are ye one o' 'ose beasts roamin' 'ese woods?"
"The cryptids typically only come out at night. I don't happen to be one of them. I'm... something different. More fairy tale than folk tale. Pardon me if I don't show you, but people tend to try and kill me if they see me out during the day."
"Well, as long as ye ain't tryin' to kill any o' us like the haints out there, I 'spose you're okay."
Zacharie nods and walks inside, hanging up a crushed top hat.
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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.
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
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
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Walks back to the couch to his book. "Not dealing with that today."
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
the Dogman sort of wilts and you hear it walking to the door of the cabin.
Is the cabin unlocked?
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
*I would assume not*
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
better go lock it or you will be seeing a Dogman in the cabin
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
Gabriel goes and locks the door.
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
the Dogman starts slamming into the door trying to bust in
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
Gabriel quickly opens the door mid charge to make the dogman fall into the house (stealth 9). He then attacks with his hatchet (strength 3)
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
Jeremiah stands in a corner, playing a tune on his banjo and singing:
"A cool summer morning in early June,
is when the legend began,
at a nameless logging camp in Wexford County, where the Manistee River ran.
Eleven lumberjacks near the Garland swamp found an animal they thought was a dog.
In a playful mood they chased it around till it ran inside a hollow log.
A logger named Johnson grabbed him a stick and poked around inside.
Then the thing let out an unearthly scream and came out
and stood upright.
None of those men ever said very much, ′bout what ever happened then.
They just packed up their belongings and left that night, were never heard from again.
It was ten years later in '97, when a farmer near Buckley was found.
Slumped over his plow, his heart had stopped, there were dog tracks all around.
Seven years passed with the turn of the century, they say a crazy old widow had a dream,
of dogs that circled her house at night that walked like men and screamed.
In 1917, a sheriff who was out walking found a driverless wagon and tracks in the dust,
like wolves had been a stalkin′.
Near the roadside a four-horse team lay dead with their eyes open wide.
When the vet finished up his examination, he said it looked like they died of fright.
In '37 a schooner captain said, several crew members had reported a pack of wild dogs roaming Bowers Harbor.
His story was never reported.
In '57 a man of the cloth found claw marks on an old church door.
The newspaper said they′d been made by a dog,
he′d a had to stood 7'4".
In ′67 a van-load of hippies, told a park-ranger named Quinlinn,
they'd been awakened in the night by a scratch at the winda,
there was a dogman looking in and grinning.
In ′77 there were screams in the night, near the village of Bellaire.
Could've been a bobcat, could′ve been the wind, nobody looked up there.
Then in the summer of '87, near Luther, it happened again...
at a cabin in the woods it looked like maybe, someone had tried to break in.
There were cuts around the doors that could only been made by very sharp teeth and claws.
He didn't wear shoes cuz he didn′t have feet.
He walked on just two paws.
So far this year, no stories have appeared.
Have the dogmen gone away? Have they disappeared?
Soon enough I guess we′ll know,
cuz this is the time to fear, for another ten years has come around, the seventh year is here and somewhere in the north-woods darkness,
a creature walks upright.
And the best advice you may ever get is never to go out...
At night."
A figure in a white hood and a sack on his shoulder walks toward the cabin, lured by the song. He wears a colorful purple, green, and gold comedy mask with feathers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Jeremiah stops playing his banjo and looks at the strange figure. He narrows his eyes and calls out, "Well hello there, Jasper. Are ye one o' 'ose boogers haintin' the woods, or do ye just have bad fashion sense?"
Is the weapon silvered?
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
"Both, ac-tua-lly." comes a voice with a cajun accent. "The name's Zacharie."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ye can call me Jeremiah." He still looks a little wary, "Yoant-to tell me how ye can be both a haint and one of us... normal folk? Are ye one o' 'ose beasts roamin' 'ese woods?"
"The cryptids typically only come out at night. I don't happen to be one of them. I'm... something different. More fairy tale than folk tale. Pardon me if I don't show you, but people tend to try and kill me if they see me out during the day."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, as long as ye ain't tryin' to kill any o' us like the haints out there, I 'spose you're okay."
Zacharie nods and walks inside, hanging up a crushed top hat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
no, but it still probably can do enough damage to scare it off.
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
*i'm up*
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
*Hello*
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
*rp?*
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