"Hm," He sighs with a sound like the wind blowing a tumble weed across a field of sand. "And to what purpose? What aim does your pain and death have?" He lays a white boned hand against the wounded tree trunk. As he does so, a hard, dry bark begins to grow back over the damaged wood, healing it. Soon the gash has been mended but it is marked by a heavy scar.
“Darling, I don’t do this because I can. I do this because this is what I do. I am Lyssa, and I am Rabies. One and the same, understand? If there’s no rabies, there is no Lyssa. And I’d much prefer to live than to fade away to nothing. It’s like how animals need to eat. I need to kill. And I always kill.”
He folds his hands inside his poncho. "I'm sorry."
"Hm," He sighs with a sound like the wind blowing a tumble weed across a field of sand. "And to what purpose? What aim does your pain and death have?" He lays a white boned hand against the wounded tree trunk. As he does so, a hard, dry bark begins to grow back over the damaged wood, healing it. Soon the gash has been mended but it is marked by a heavy scar.
“Darling, I don’t do this because I can. I do this because this is what I do. I am Lyssa, and I am Rabies. One and the same, understand? If there’s no rabies, there is no Lyssa. And I’d much prefer to live than to fade away to nothing. It’s like how animals need to eat. I need to kill. And I always kill.”
He folds his hands inside his poncho. "I'm sorry."
She reappears, only about ten feet from him now, still obscured by shadow. She seems to have the form of a human woman, but with sharp, furry claws and canine hind legs.
”are you sorry because you realized I have a good reason, or because you think my existence is pitiful?”
He folds his hands inside his poncho. "I'm sorry."
She reappears, only about ten feet from him now, still obscured by shadow. She seems to have the form of a human woman, but with sharp, furry claws and canine hind legs.
”are you sorry because you realized I have a good reason, or because you think my existence is pitiful?”
"I'm sorry 'cause there don't seem to be much point to yer business. What's the point of livin' if yer only livin' for yerself?"
He folds his hands inside his poncho. "I'm sorry."
She reappears, only about ten feet from him now, still obscured by shadow. She seems to have the form of a human woman, but with sharp, furry claws and canine hind legs.
”are you sorry because you realized I have a good reason, or because you think my existence is pitiful?”
"I'm sorry 'cause there don't seem to be much point to yer business. What's the point of livin' if yer only livin' for yerself?"
”I…” she growls, retreating into the shadows. “Hate to admit it, but you do have a point. What else am I supposed to do, though?” As she retreats, her form slowly becomes more and more monstrous, more canine. “I don’t… I don’t care if you’re right, or if you’re wrong, or whatever you say, horned skeleton-thing… what does it matter to you, anyways?”
"I'm sorry 'cause there don't seem to be much point to yer business. What's the point of livin' if yer only livin' for yerself?"
”I…” she growls, retreating into the shadows. “Hate to admit it, but you do have a point. What else am I supposed to do, though?” As she retreats, her form slowly becomes more and more monstrous, more canine. “I don’t… I don’t care if you’re right, or if you’re wrong, or whatever you say, horned skeleton-thing… what does it matter to you, anyways?”
"It matters what everyone does with their life. You only get one." He stands silently for a moment, and you hear the buzzing sound of a rattler. He then spreads his skeletal arms wide, pulling his poncho open wide. Out of the gaping hole lope five coyotes with tawny fur and blood lapping tongues that hang loosely out of their snouts. "If you want to live a different life, then you are welcome to my ranch. Be a free member of my court. Inflict your disease, run rampant in my desert. My domain is a world of pain and death, for out of hardship comes strength and beauty and life. My land is a place of harsh brutal beauty, and you are welcome to it. Take these coyotes, my children, and come if you wish to use your flames to forge beauty rather than ashes."
Massive fissures appear in the ground. And I do mean massive, splitting off huge portions of the Wastes. They split off, frigid water flooding into the gaps left behind. The islands smash together, over and over, some of them being crushed and some of them merging together. Where the two largest ones hit, a volcano forms, and a pyroclastic flow gushes over the land.
At the peak of the volcano, a figure emerges, made of swirling, soft-yet-firm smoke and dressed in white-hot metal robes. His eyes smolder with magma, and when he and the land are visible again, it becomes apparent: he's a ferret-man with demon horns. And a very chonky boi. As a sudden volcanic winter strikes the island, it freezes and begins to snow, and the snow forms into squat little snow ferrets. Then, they shudder, and the outer layers of snow fall off, revealing the soft, plump strugels underneath.
Volstadt watches over his lands, his soft warmth caressing the mountains.
Great One, Level 2, Strife and Forge domains.
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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 sorry 'cause there don't seem to be much point to yer business. What's the point of livin' if yer only livin' for yerself?"
”I…” she growls, retreating into the shadows. “Hate to admit it, but you do have a point. What else am I supposed to do, though?” As she retreats, her form slowly becomes more and more monstrous, more canine. “I don’t… I don’t care if you’re right, or if you’re wrong, or whatever you say, horned skeleton-thing… what does it matter to you, anyways?”
"It matters what everyone does with their life. You only get one." He stands silently for a moment, and you hear the buzzing sound of a rattler. He then spreads his skeletal arms wide, pulling his poncho open wide. Out of the gaping hole lope five coyotes with tawny fur and blood lapping tongues that hang loosely out of their snouts. "If you want to live a different life, then you are welcome to my ranch. Be a free member of my court. Inflict your disease, run rampant in my desert. My domain is a world of pain and death, for out of hardship comes strength and beauty and life. My land is a place of harsh brutal beauty, and you are welcome to it. Take these coyotes, my children, and come if you wish to use your flames to forge beauty rather than ashes."
She stalks closer to Crotalus, observing the coyotes with a malicious curiosity. “You… are inviting me to spread within your domain?” She whispers, looking up to Crotalus, a bit suspicious, and very intrigued. “You have my attention… a world of pain and death? I understand…” she sniffs the air, examining the coyotes closely. “This concept of your land… I have not heard of something like it before… it’s unique. It’s strange. It’s… perfect. Lead the way.” She hisses, drawing ever closer.
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
Aaravi is dancing along the surface of her waterfall home at the end of the path of the monsoon. Life has blossomed around the twin falls, accustomed to the wet environment.
Olliphander is spreading gossip throughout the world.
there is a message being broadcast on repeat across radio waves. "Probability Dictates There Must Be A God//Demon//Great_One Of News//Information. I//We Would Speak With Them"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
Aaravi is dancing along the surface of her waterfall home at the end of the path of the monsoon. Life has blossomed around the twin falls, accustomed to the wet environment.
Olliphander is spreading gossip throughout the world.
there is a message being broadcast on repeat across radio waves. "Probability Dictates There Must Be A God//Demon//Great_One Of News//Information. I//We Would Speak With Them"
It takes precisely half a millisecond for them to get an immediate response. In a staticky, sing-song voice, whoever sent the message hears:
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
Aaravi is dancing along the surface of her waterfall home at the end of the path of the monsoon. Life has blossomed around the twin falls, accustomed to the wet environment.
Olliphander is spreading gossip throughout the world.
there is a message being broadcast on repeat across radio waves. "Probability Dictates There Must Be A God//Demon//Great_One Of News//Information. I//We Would Speak With Them"
It takes precisely half a millisecond for them to get an immediate response. In a staticky, sing-song voice, whoever sent the message hears:
”YOU CALLED?”
"Yes. What Is Your Designation?"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
In the deep, dark of Alderfell woods, where Lyssa’s reign of terror began, something begins to take shape… a dying wolf shrieks in agony as the spirit of rabies itself possesses its body, changing it irreparably…
Aaravi is dancing along the surface of her waterfall home at the end of the path of the monsoon. Life has blossomed around the twin falls, accustomed to the wet environment.
Olliphander is spreading gossip throughout the world.
there is a message being broadcast on repeat across radio waves. "Probability Dictates There Must Be A God//Demon//Great_One Of News//Information. I//We Would Speak With Them"
It takes precisely half a millisecond for them to get an immediate response. In a staticky, sing-song voice, whoever sent the message hears:
”YOU CALLED?”
"Yes. What Is Your Designation?"
“O-O-Olliphander, god of gossip, globalization, communication, and INDUSTRY!” the staticky voice, Olliphander, says.
"I'm sorry 'cause there don't seem to be much point to yer business. What's the point of livin' if yer only livin' for yerself?"
”I…” she growls, retreating into the shadows. “Hate to admit it, but you do have a point. What else am I supposed to do, though?” As she retreats, her form slowly becomes more and more monstrous, more canine. “I don’t… I don’t care if you’re right, or if you’re wrong, or whatever you say, horned skeleton-thing… what does it matter to you, anyways?”
"It matters what everyone does with their life. You only get one." He stands silently for a moment, and you hear the buzzing sound of a rattler. He then spreads his skeletal arms wide, pulling his poncho open wide. Out of the gaping hole lope five coyotes with tawny fur and blood lapping tongues that hang loosely out of their snouts. "If you want to live a different life, then you are welcome to my ranch. Be a free member of my court. Inflict your disease, run rampant in my desert. My domain is a world of pain and death, for out of hardship comes strength and beauty and life. My land is a place of harsh brutal beauty, and you are welcome to it. Take these coyotes, my children, and come if you wish to use your flames to forge beauty rather than ashes."
She stalks closer to Crotalus, observing the coyotes with a malicious curiosity. “You… are inviting me to spread within your domain?” She whispers, looking up to Crotalus, a bit suspicious, and very intrigued. “You have my attention… a world of pain and death? I understand…” she sniffs the air, examining the coyotes closely. “This concept of your land… I have not heard of something like it before… it’s unique. It’s strange. It’s… perfect. Lead the way.” She hisses, drawing ever closer.
He makes a sweeping gesture with his stark, fleshless arms and there you are. Dry shrubs grow in sparse patches on the flat hard sands. Blood red mesas stand like ancient fortresses and the sun blazes violently in the sky. "The desert is my place and it is a place of honesty. Lush forests and fertile fields with their bounties lie that life is easy and comfortable. In my land, the sun spares no one its heat. The plants are thorned and pain-soaked. The earth is dry and hard. The beasts are savage and venomous. And, my friend, I find it all so terribly beautiful."
He folds his hands inside his poncho. "I'm sorry."
She reappears, only about ten feet from him now, still obscured by shadow. She seems to have the form of a human woman, but with sharp, furry claws and canine hind legs.
”are you sorry because you realized I have a good reason, or because you think my existence is pitiful?”
*Anybody who wants to rp?*
"I'm sorry 'cause there don't seem to be much point to yer business. What's the point of livin' if yer only livin' for yerself?"
*I would but I can't keep up with more than one thread of role-play at the moment. I'm busy writing letters while I do this.*
*It’s all good man, no worries, I don’t blame you for being busy.*
*I just made a new god*
*Strife and Forge domains*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thats fun, that is an interesting combination indeed.*
”I…” she growls, retreating into the shadows. “Hate to admit it, but you do have a point. What else am I supposed to do, though?” As she retreats, her form slowly becomes more and more monstrous, more canine. “I don’t… I don’t care if you’re right, or if you’re wrong, or whatever you say, horned skeleton-thing… what does it matter to you, anyways?”
*Do they wish to interact with the Twin Flames per chance?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"It matters what everyone does with their life. You only get one." He stands silently for a moment, and you hear the buzzing sound of a rattler. He then spreads his skeletal arms wide, pulling his poncho open wide. Out of the gaping hole lope five coyotes with tawny fur and blood lapping tongues that hang loosely out of their snouts. "If you want to live a different life, then you are welcome to my ranch. Be a free member of my court. Inflict your disease, run rampant in my desert. My domain is a world of pain and death, for out of hardship comes strength and beauty and life. My land is a place of harsh brutal beauty, and you are welcome to it. Take these coyotes, my children, and come if you wish to use your flames to forge beauty rather than ashes."
Massive fissures appear in the ground. And I do mean massive, splitting off huge portions of the Wastes. They split off, frigid water flooding into the gaps left behind. The islands smash together, over and over, some of them being crushed and some of them merging together. Where the two largest ones hit, a volcano forms, and a pyroclastic flow gushes over the land.
At the peak of the volcano, a figure emerges, made of swirling, soft-yet-firm smoke and dressed in white-hot metal robes. His eyes smolder with magma, and when he and the land are visible again, it becomes apparent: he's a ferret-man with demon horns. And a very chonky boi. As a sudden volcanic winter strikes the island, it freezes and begins to snow, and the snow forms into squat little snow ferrets. Then, they shudder, and the outer layers of snow fall off, revealing the soft, plump strugels underneath.
Volstadt watches over his lands, his soft warmth caressing the mountains.
Great One, Level 2, Strife and Forge domains.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Anyway, I gotta go.*
*Night!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She stalks closer to Crotalus, observing the coyotes with a malicious curiosity. “You… are inviting me to spread within your domain?” She whispers, looking up to Crotalus, a bit suspicious, and very intrigued. “You have my attention… a world of pain and death? I understand…” she sniffs the air, examining the coyotes closely. “This concept of your land… I have not heard of something like it before… it’s unique. It’s strange. It’s… perfect. Lead the way.” She hisses, drawing ever closer.
there is a message being broadcast on repeat across radio waves. "Probability Dictates There Must Be A God//Demon//Great_One Of News//Information. I//We Would Speak With Them"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
It takes precisely half a millisecond for them to get an immediate response. In a staticky, sing-song voice, whoever sent the message hears:
”YOU CALLED?”
"Yes. What Is Your Designation?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*Does anybody? Anybody at all wanna rp?*
“O-O-Olliphander, god of gossip, globalization, communication, and INDUSTRY!” the staticky voice, Olliphander, says.
He makes a sweeping gesture with his stark, fleshless arms and there you are. Dry shrubs grow in sparse patches on the flat hard sands. Blood red mesas stand like ancient fortresses and the sun blazes violently in the sky. "The desert is my place and it is a place of honesty. Lush forests and fertile fields with their bounties lie that life is easy and comfortable. In my land, the sun spares no one its heat. The plants are thorned and pain-soaked. The earth is dry and hard. The beasts are savage and venomous. And, my friend, I find it all so terribly beautiful."