"He says no one wants me out there. He says I'm not the kind of monster meant to be loved. But damn it, I heard Henryk's voice! He must have been playing a cylinder! He made those records for me!"
“He wrote a song for you? How sweet. Is there any way you could reach out to him from here? Or any way I could help?”
he finishes the doll’s clothes, and uses the blood to paint the blush, the lips, and the eyes on the doll, and starts connecting a string to the doll’s neck, made of the arm’s tendons.
“He wrote a song for you? How sweet. Is there any way you could reach out to him from here? Or any way I could help?”
he finishes the doll’s clothes, and uses the blood to paint the blush, the lips, and the eyes on the doll, and starts connecting a string to the doll’s neck, made of the arm’s tendons.
"I don't know... he made five different grey amber cylinders, each one with a different song and inlaid with a different metal. Henryk Argus, the finest bard I've ever had the pleasure of bringing aboard... I loved his Song of Mercury. I hope he's still writing. His Song of the Moon was unfinished when I was banished, but I could hear him practicing. What was I saying again? Oh, yes, right. I don't think he can hear me. The spell that banished me took an entire continent with it, so it was relatively strong."
“How old are you? And what type of creature was Henryk?”
"I must be at least a hundred by now, and I believe Henryk was a human before he became Scourgeborn by my influence. He had lovely red eyes... I don't know why he always covered them up."
he is adding the finishing touches to the doll, making sure that everything is perfect.
"Ah, yes. One touched by my influence will become a Scourgeborn, a beastly being who lives by the light of the moon. They come in many flavors, from elk to wolves to bats to spiders. My beloved Henryk was part wolf. He loved how strong his hearing became."
The doll begins to twitch on its own. Or perhaps it's just so lifelike it looks like it's twitching.
he is adding the finishing touches to the doll, making sure that everything is perfect.
"Ah, yes. One touched by my influence will become a Scourgeborn, a beastly being who lives by the light of the moon. They come in many flavors, from elk to wolves to bats to spiders. My beloved Henryk was part wolf. He loved how strong his hearing became."
The doll begins to twitch on its own. Or perhaps it's just so lifelike it looks like it's twitching.
“Uhh… that’s not supposed to happen… is it moving? Usually it doesn’t move unless I want it to…”
he is adding the finishing touches to the doll, making sure that everything is perfect.
"Ah, yes. One touched by my influence will become a Scourgeborn, a beastly being who lives by the light of the moon. They come in many flavors, from elk to wolves to bats to spiders. My beloved Henryk was part wolf. He loved how strong his hearing became."
The doll begins to twitch on its own. Or perhaps it's just so lifelike it looks like it's twitching.
“Uhh… that’s not supposed to happen… is it moving? Usually it doesn’t move unless I want it to…”
"Items wrought from living material tend to attain magical properties. It's probably fine."
he is adding the finishing touches to the doll, making sure that everything is perfect.
"Ah, yes. One touched by my influence will become a Scourgeborn, a beastly being who lives by the light of the moon. They come in many flavors, from elk to wolves to bats to spiders. My beloved Henryk was part wolf. He loved how strong his hearing became."
The doll begins to twitch on its own. Or perhaps it's just so lifelike it looks like it's twitching.
“Uhh… that’s not supposed to happen… is it moving? Usually it doesn’t move unless I want it to…”
"Items wrought from living material tend to attain magical properties. It's probably fine."
“Alright, well let’s see if my own magic works as well on it two.”
he snaps his fingers, and the doll starts pulling itself through the air on its strings. It looks like it’s walking on air.
"He says no one wants me out there. He says I'm not the kind of monster meant to be loved. But damn it, I heard Henryk's voice! He must have been playing a cylinder! He made those records for me!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
“He wrote a song for you? How sweet. Is there any way you could reach out to him from here? Or any way I could help?”
he finishes the doll’s clothes, and uses the blood to paint the blush, the lips, and the eyes on the doll, and starts connecting a string to the doll’s neck, made of the arm’s tendons.
"I don't know... he made five different grey amber cylinders, each one with a different song and inlaid with a different metal. Henryk Argus, the finest bard I've ever had the pleasure of bringing aboard... I loved his Song of Mercury. I hope he's still writing. His Song of the Moon was unfinished when I was banished, but I could hear him practicing. What was I saying again? Oh, yes, right. I don't think he can hear me. The spell that banished me took an entire continent with it, so it was relatively strong."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
“who banished you?”
"I only remember one... a vampire named Nathaniel Cairn. There were four others. It was a long time ago."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
“How old are you? And what type of creature was Henryk?”
"I must be at least a hundred by now, and I believe Henryk was a human before he became Scourgeborn by my influence. He had lovely red eyes... I don't know why he always covered them up."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
“Scourgeborn?”
he is adding the finishing touches to the doll, making sure that everything is perfect.
"Ah, yes. One touched by my influence will become a Scourgeborn, a beastly being who lives by the light of the moon. They come in many flavors, from elk to wolves to bats to spiders. My beloved Henryk was part wolf. He loved how strong his hearing became."
The doll begins to twitch on its own. Or perhaps it's just so lifelike it looks like it's twitching.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
“Uhh… that’s not supposed to happen… is it moving? Usually it doesn’t move unless I want it to…”
"Items wrought from living material tend to attain magical properties. It's probably fine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
“Alright, well let’s see if my own magic works as well on it two.”
he snaps his fingers, and the doll starts pulling itself through the air on its strings. It looks like it’s walking on air.
It moves exactly like a real person. It might even be mistaken for a tiny human if one wasn't paying close attention.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
“Wow, works better than it usually does. Thank you so much for the materials.”
*i gtg now my friend, bye!*
*Bye!!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Callie is still sleeping curled up around a plushie
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
The guy, Marco, is muttering darkly to someone no one else can see.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My other account is EJODM29715.
It would be cool if you just had one of your other characters be the doll.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
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Callie is in the common room drawing at the table
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
A massive, wendigo-like creature is lying on the floor, using a scarred whaleskin coat as a blanket. It lies by the radio, listening intently.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine