Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman,BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
*hi! Got suggested to join this so here I am! Also: toadstool. I think that counts. Okay, here’s my character introduction!* *also the character is just a human*
What a poor child.
The girl stood in the center of the room, eyes wide in fear. Her clothes were baggy, to sum it up. The sleeves of the shirt, worn as a dress, had been cut and secured lower down on her arms, the hem of the sleeves draping against the floor. Her socks were pushed down near her ankles, fuzzy and big and rather hot looking. Her sandles seemed to be the only thing that fit, separating her big toe from her smaller ones. Her hair was put up into four loopty ponytail type things — they were clearly meant to be a reference to the ‘O’ shaped hair that was seen in Asian culture, however they were lopsided and sagging, almost as if the girl had tried to do it herself.
she sniffed, her body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Ah, yes. What a poor, poor child.
*anyone there?*
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
*hi! Got suggested to join this so here I am! Also: toadstool. I think that counts. Okay, here’s my character introduction!* *also the character is just a human*
What a poor child.
The girl stood in the center of the room, eyes wide in fear. Her clothes were baggy, to sum it up. The sleeves of the shirt, worn as a dress, had been cut and secured lower down on her arms, the hem of the sleeves draping against the floor. Her socks were pushed down near her ankles, fuzzy and big and rather hot looking. Her sandles seemed to be the only thing that fit, separating her big toe from her smaller ones. Her hair was put up into four loopty ponytail type things — they were clearly meant to be a reference to the ‘O’ shaped hair that was seen in Asian culture, however they were lopsided and sagging, almost as if the girl had tried to do it herself.
she sniffed, her body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Ah, yes. What a poor, poor child.
*anyone there?*
A chest spontaneously appears in front of them, covered in jewels and gold lining.
*hi! Got suggested to join this so here I am! Also: toadstool. I think that counts. Okay, here’s my character introduction!* *also the character is just a human*
What a poor child.
The girl stood in the center of the room, eyes wide in fear. Her clothes were baggy, to sum it up. The sleeves of the shirt, worn as a dress, had been cut and secured lower down on her arms, the hem of the sleeves draping against the floor. Her socks were pushed down near her ankles, fuzzy and big and rather hot looking. Her sandles seemed to be the only thing that fit, separating her big toe from her smaller ones. Her hair was put up into four loopty ponytail type things — they were clearly meant to be a reference to the ‘O’ shaped hair that was seen in Asian culture, however they were lopsided and sagging, almost as if the girl had tried to do it herself.
she sniffed, her body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Ah, yes. What a poor, poor child.
*anyone there?*
A chest spontaneously appears in front of them, covered in jewels and gold lining.
The girl jumps back, tripping over her sleeves. Slowly, she stands up and moves towards the chest, tracing her fingers delicately across the surface.
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman,BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
*hi! Got suggested to join this so here I am! Also: toadstool. I think that counts. Okay, here’s my character introduction!* *also the character is just a human*
What a poor child.
The girl stood in the center of the room, eyes wide in fear. Her clothes were baggy, to sum it up. The sleeves of the shirt, worn as a dress, had been cut and secured lower down on her arms, the hem of the sleeves draping against the floor. Her socks were pushed down near her ankles, fuzzy and big and rather hot looking. Her sandles seemed to be the only thing that fit, separating her big toe from her smaller ones. Her hair was put up into four loopty ponytail type things — they were clearly meant to be a reference to the ‘O’ shaped hair that was seen in Asian culture, however they were lopsided and sagging, almost as if the girl had tried to do it herself.
she sniffed, her body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Ah, yes. What a poor, poor child.
*anyone there?*
A chest spontaneously appears in front of them, covered in jewels and gold lining.
The girl jumps back, tripping over her sleeves. Slowly, she stands up and moves towards the chest, tracing her fingers delicately across the surface.
The area she touches feel unnaturally soft, almost like fur.
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman,BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
*hi! Got suggested to join this so here I am! Also: toadstool. I think that counts. Okay, here’s my character introduction!* *also the character is just a human*
What a poor child.
The girl stood in the center of the room, eyes wide in fear. Her clothes were baggy, to sum it up. The sleeves of the shirt, worn as a dress, had been cut and secured lower down on her arms, the hem of the sleeves draping against the floor. Her socks were pushed down near her ankles, fuzzy and big and rather hot looking. Her sandles seemed to be the only thing that fit, separating her big toe from her smaller ones. Her hair was put up into four loopty ponytail type things — they were clearly meant to be a reference to the ‘O’ shaped hair that was seen in Asian culture, however they were lopsided and sagging, almost as if the girl had tried to do it herself.
she sniffed, her body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Ah, yes. What a poor, poor child.
*anyone there?*
A chest spontaneously appears in front of them, covered in jewels and gold lining.
The girl jumps back, tripping over her sleeves. Slowly, she stands up and moves towards the chest, tracing her fingers delicately across the surface.
The area she touches feel unnaturally soft, almost like fur.
The girl moved her hand towards the edges of the chest and tries to push it open
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
*hi! Got suggested to join this so here I am! Also: toadstool. I think that counts. Okay, here’s my character introduction!* *also the character is just a human*
What a poor child.
The girl stood in the center of the room, eyes wide in fear. Her clothes were baggy, to sum it up. The sleeves of the shirt, worn as a dress, had been cut and secured lower down on her arms, the hem of the sleeves draping against the floor. Her socks were pushed down near her ankles, fuzzy and big and rather hot looking. Her sandles seemed to be the only thing that fit, separating her big toe from her smaller ones. Her hair was put up into four loopty ponytail type things — they were clearly meant to be a reference to the ‘O’ shaped hair that was seen in Asian culture, however they were lopsided and sagging, almost as if the girl had tried to do it herself.
she sniffed, her body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Ah, yes. What a poor, poor child.
*anyone there?*
A chest spontaneously appears in front of them, covered in jewels and gold lining.
The girl jumps back, tripping over her sleeves. Slowly, she stands up and moves towards the chest, tracing her fingers delicately across the surface.
The area she touches feel unnaturally soft, almost like fur.
The girl moved her hand towards the edges of the chest and tries to push it open
‘Pop goes the chest weasel’ starts playing as miniature fireworks start to go off, shortly followed by a grand finale of glitter.
*hi! Got suggested to join this so here I am! Also: toadstool. I think that counts. Okay, here’s my character introduction!* *also the character is just a human*
What a poor child.
The girl stood in the center of the room, eyes wide in fear. Her clothes were baggy, to sum it up. The sleeves of the shirt, worn as a dress, had been cut and secured lower down on her arms, the hem of the sleeves draping against the floor. Her socks were pushed down near her ankles, fuzzy and big and rather hot looking. Her sandles seemed to be the only thing that fit, separating her big toe from her smaller ones. Her hair was put up into four loopty ponytail type things — they were clearly meant to be a reference to the ‘O’ shaped hair that was seen in Asian culture, however they were lopsided and sagging, almost as if the girl had tried to do it herself.
she sniffed, her body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Ah, yes. What a poor, poor child.
*anyone there?*
A chest spontaneously appears in front of them, covered in jewels and gold lining.
The girl jumps back, tripping over her sleeves. Slowly, she stands up and moves towards the chest, tracing her fingers delicately across the surface.
The area she touches feel unnaturally soft, almost like fur.
The girl moved her hand towards the edges of the chest and tries to push it open
‘Pop goes the chest weasel’ starts playing as miniature fireworks start to go off, shortly followed by a grand finale of glitter.
The girl squeaks and falls backwards again. She looks around in awe as the glitter falls around her, sticking to her hair and clothes.
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
*hi! Got suggested to join this so here I am! Also: toadstool. I think that counts. Okay, here’s my character introduction!* *also the character is just a human*
What a poor child.
The girl stood in the center of the room, eyes wide in fear. Her clothes were baggy, to sum it up. The sleeves of the shirt, worn as a dress, had been cut and secured lower down on her arms, the hem of the sleeves draping against the floor. Her socks were pushed down near her ankles, fuzzy and big and rather hot looking. Her sandles seemed to be the only thing that fit, separating her big toe from her smaller ones. Her hair was put up into four loopty ponytail type things — they were clearly meant to be a reference to the ‘O’ shaped hair that was seen in Asian culture, however they were lopsided and sagging, almost as if the girl had tried to do it herself.
she sniffed, her body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Ah, yes. What a poor, poor child.
*anyone there?*
A chest spontaneously appears in front of them, covered in jewels and gold lining.
The girl jumps back, tripping over her sleeves. Slowly, she stands up and moves towards the chest, tracing her fingers delicately across the surface.
The area she touches feel unnaturally soft, almost like fur.
The girl moved her hand towards the edges of the chest and tries to push it open
‘Pop goes the chest weasel’ starts playing as miniature fireworks start to go off, shortly followed by a grand finale of glitter.
The girl squeaks and falls backwards again. She looks around in awe as the glitter falls around her, sticking to her hair and clothes.
Once all the glitters falls, a pure white weasel wearing a black top hat pops their head out of the chest, looking at you with their piercing magenta (#FF00FF) eyes.
*hi! Got suggested to join this so here I am! Also: toadstool. I think that counts. Okay, here’s my character introduction!* *also the character is just a human*
What a poor child.
The girl stood in the center of the room, eyes wide in fear. Her clothes were baggy, to sum it up. The sleeves of the shirt, worn as a dress, had been cut and secured lower down on her arms, the hem of the sleeves draping against the floor. Her socks were pushed down near her ankles, fuzzy and big and rather hot looking. Her sandles seemed to be the only thing that fit, separating her big toe from her smaller ones. Her hair was put up into four loopty ponytail type things — they were clearly meant to be a reference to the ‘O’ shaped hair that was seen in Asian culture, however they were lopsided and sagging, almost as if the girl had tried to do it herself.
she sniffed, her body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Ah, yes. What a poor, poor child.
*anyone there?*
A chest spontaneously appears in front of them, covered in jewels and gold lining.
The girl jumps back, tripping over her sleeves. Slowly, she stands up and moves towards the chest, tracing her fingers delicately across the surface.
The area she touches feel unnaturally soft, almost like fur.
The girl moved her hand towards the edges of the chest and tries to push it open
‘Pop goes the chest weasel’ starts playing as miniature fireworks start to go off, shortly followed by a grand finale of glitter.
The girl squeaks and falls backwards again. She looks around in awe as the glitter falls around her, sticking to her hair and clothes.
Once all the glitters falls, a pure white weasel wearing a black top hat pops their head out of the chest, looking at you with their piercing magenta (#FF00FF) eyes.
The girl examines the weasel before giggling. “Skinny cat!” She laughs
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Once all the glitters falls, a pure white weasel wearing a black top hat pops their head out of the chest, looking at you with their piercing magenta (#FF00FF) eyes.
The girl examines the weasel before giggling. “Skinny cat!” She laughs
*snip*
The Weasel lets out a giggle before speaking in a female voice,“Not a cat, but a Chest Weasel. I’ll let it slide. Thanks for the meal, kiddo.” She lifts her hands out of the chest and does a thumbless version of finger guns.
Once all the glitters falls, a pure white weasel wearing a black top hat pops their head out of the chest, looking at you with their piercing magenta (#FF00FF) eyes.
The girl examines the weasel before giggling. “Skinny cat!” She laughs
*snip*
The Weasel lets out a giggle before speaking in a female voice,“Not a cat, but a Chest Weasel. I’ll let it slide. Thanks for the meal, kiddo.” She lifts her hands out of the chest and does a thumbless version of finger guns.
The girl bows her head, suddenly crying. “I’m s-s-s-sorry,” she stammers, eyes whelling up with tears. “I th-th-thought you were a kitty…” she wipes her nose and sniffs. “Can I pet you?”
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Once all the glitters falls, a pure white weasel wearing a black top hat pops their head out of the chest, looking at you with their piercing magenta (#FF00FF) eyes.
The girl examines the weasel before giggling. “Skinny cat!” She laughs
*snip*
The Weasel lets out a giggle before speaking in a female voice,“Not a cat, but a Chest Weasel. I’ll let it slide. Thanks for the meal, kiddo.” She lifts her hands out of the chest and does a thumbless version of finger guns.
The girl bows her head, suddenly crying. “I’m s-s-s-sorry,” she stammers, eyes whelling up with tears. “I th-th-thought you were a kitty…” she wipes her nose and sniffs. “Can I pet you?”
“Oh, don’t cry, ‘course you can.” She crawls out of the chest and scuttles into her lap. “I’m Nia.”
Once all the glitters falls, a pure white weasel wearing a black top hat pops their head out of the chest, looking at you with their piercing magenta (#FF00FF) eyes.
The girl examines the weasel before giggling. “Skinny cat!” She laughs
*snip*
The Weasel lets out a giggle before speaking in a female voice,“Not a cat, but a Chest Weasel. I’ll let it slide. Thanks for the meal, kiddo.” She lifts her hands out of the chest and does a thumbless version of finger guns.
The girl bows her head, suddenly crying. “I’m s-s-s-sorry,” she stammers, eyes whelling up with tears. “I th-th-thought you were a kitty…” she wipes her nose and sniffs. “Can I pet you?”
“Oh, don’t cry, ‘course you can.” She crawls out of the chest and scuttles into her lap. “I’m Nia.”
Sniffling, the girl carefully reaches her hands forward to rub Nias stomach. It was soft and cool to the touch, so much so that the next second the girl found herself hugging the weasel, crying even more into the creatures belly.
“I can’t find Kaf,” she sobs. “I can’t find him anywhere! He said he would protect me, but he’s gone, and I’m scared! Big sissy is gone. Raphy is gone. Everyone gone but I’m still here! Why?”
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Once all the glitters falls, a pure white weasel wearing a black top hat pops their head out of the chest, looking at you with their piercing magenta (#FF00FF) eyes.
The girl examines the weasel before giggling. “Skinny cat!” She laughs
*snip*
The Weasel lets out a giggle before speaking in a female voice,“Not a cat, but a Chest Weasel. I’ll let it slide. Thanks for the meal, kiddo.” She lifts her hands out of the chest and does a thumbless version of finger guns.
The girl bows her head, suddenly crying. “I’m s-s-s-sorry,” she stammers, eyes whelling up with tears. “I th-th-thought you were a kitty…” she wipes her nose and sniffs. “Can I pet you?”
“Oh, don’t cry, ‘course you can.” She crawls out of the chest and scuttles into her lap. “I’m Nia.”
Sniffling, the girl carefully reaches her hands forward to rub Nias stomach. It was soft and cool to the touch, so much so that the next second the girl found herself hugging the weasel, crying even more into the creatures belly.
“I can’t find Kaf,” she sobs. “I can’t find him anywhere! He said he would protect me, but he’s gone, and I’m scared! Big sissy is gone. Raphy is gone. Everyone gone but I’m still here! Why?”
“Oh, poor soul. How about I help you find them. Will that cheer you up?”
Once all the glitters falls, a pure white weasel wearing a black top hat pops their head out of the chest, looking at you with their piercing magenta (#FF00FF) eyes.
The girl examines the weasel before giggling. “Skinny cat!” She laughs
*snip*
The Weasel lets out a giggle before speaking in a female voice,“Not a cat, but a Chest Weasel. I’ll let it slide. Thanks for the meal, kiddo.” She lifts her hands out of the chest and does a thumbless version of finger guns.
The girl bows her head, suddenly crying. “I’m s-s-s-sorry,” she stammers, eyes whelling up with tears. “I th-th-thought you were a kitty…” she wipes her nose and sniffs. “Can I pet you?”
“Oh, don’t cry, ‘course you can.” She crawls out of the chest and scuttles into her lap. “I’m Nia.”
Sniffling, the girl carefully reaches her hands forward to rub Nias stomach. It was soft and cool to the touch, so much so that the next second the girl found herself hugging the weasel, crying even more into the creatures belly.
“I can’t find Kaf,” she sobs. “I can’t find him anywhere! He said he would protect me, but he’s gone, and I’m scared! Big sissy is gone. Raphy is gone. Everyone gone but I’m still here! Why?”
“Oh, poor soul. How about I help you find them. Will that cheer you up?”
The girl stops crying. “Um, yes. That would be nice. But…” she looks around the room. “Do you have anything to eat or drink? I’m thirsty and hungry and very very sleepy.”
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Once all the glitters falls, a pure white weasel wearing a black top hat pops their head out of the chest, looking at you with their piercing magenta (#FF00FF) eyes.
The girl examines the weasel before giggling. “Skinny cat!” She laughs
*snip*
The Weasel lets out a giggle before speaking in a female voice,“Not a cat, but a Chest Weasel. I’ll let it slide. Thanks for the meal, kiddo.” She lifts her hands out of the chest and does a thumbless version of finger guns.
The girl bows her head, suddenly crying. “I’m s-s-s-sorry,” she stammers, eyes whelling up with tears. “I th-th-thought you were a kitty…” she wipes her nose and sniffs. “Can I pet you?”
“Oh, don’t cry, ‘course you can.” She crawls out of the chest and scuttles into her lap. “I’m Nia.”
Sniffling, the girl carefully reaches her hands forward to rub Nias stomach. It was soft and cool to the touch, so much so that the next second the girl found herself hugging the weasel, crying even more into the creatures belly.
“I can’t find Kaf,” she sobs. “I can’t find him anywhere! He said he would protect me, but he’s gone, and I’m scared! Big sissy is gone. Raphy is gone. Everyone gone but I’m still here! Why?”
“Oh, poor soul. How about I help you find them. Will that cheer you up?”
The girl stops crying. “Um, yes. That would be nice. But…” she looks around the room. “Do you have anything to eat or drink? I’m thirsty and hungry and very very sleepy.”
“I’ve got just the thing.” Nia hops back into the chest and, after a bit of shuffling, hops back out with a gold coin in paw, a pillow in their mouth, and a blanket draped over them.
Once all the glitters falls, a pure white weasel wearing a black top hat pops their head out of the chest, looking at you with their piercing magenta (#FF00FF) eyes.
The girl examines the weasel before giggling. “Skinny cat!” She laughs
*snip*
The Weasel lets out a giggle before speaking in a female voice,“Not a cat, but a Chest Weasel. I’ll let it slide. Thanks for the meal, kiddo.” She lifts her hands out of the chest and does a thumbless version of finger guns.
The girl bows her head, suddenly crying. “I’m s-s-s-sorry,” she stammers, eyes whelling up with tears. “I th-th-thought you were a kitty…” she wipes her nose and sniffs. “Can I pet you?”
“Oh, don’t cry, ‘course you can.” She crawls out of the chest and scuttles into her lap. “I’m Nia.”
Sniffling, the girl carefully reaches her hands forward to rub Nias stomach. It was soft and cool to the touch, so much so that the next second the girl found herself hugging the weasel, crying even more into the creatures belly.
“I can’t find Kaf,” she sobs. “I can’t find him anywhere! He said he would protect me, but he’s gone, and I’m scared! Big sissy is gone. Raphy is gone. Everyone gone but I’m still here! Why?”
“Oh, poor soul. How about I help you find them. Will that cheer you up?”
The girl stops crying. “Um, yes. That would be nice. But…” she looks around the room. “Do you have anything to eat or drink? I’m thirsty and hungry and very very sleepy.”
“I’ve got just the thing.” Nia hops back into the chest and, after a bit of shuffling, hops back out with a gold coin in paw, a pillow in their mouth, and a blanket draped over them.
The girl takes the items and smiles. “Thank you, Nia.” She pauses before adding, “my name is Amari, by the way. In case you were curious.” She blushes and looks down at the blanket.
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
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Kalani beckons.
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman, BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
She/her pronouns please. TITLES: Savior of the Woods by Drummer! Send me a PM! PRAISE JEFF! Join the Hamilton Cult! Hate on Gen Alpha Slang! <--- ( all links)
I lost any measure of sanity I ever had a long time ago!
*anyone there?*
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
A chest spontaneously appears in front of them, covered in jewels and gold lining.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The girl jumps back, tripping over her sleeves. Slowly, she stands up and moves towards the chest, tracing her fingers delicately across the surface.
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
Kalani flies down. "Hello," she says to the girl.
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman, BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
She/her pronouns please. TITLES: Savior of the Woods by Drummer! Send me a PM! PRAISE JEFF! Join the Hamilton Cult! Hate on Gen Alpha Slang! <--- ( all links)
I lost any measure of sanity I ever had a long time ago!
The area she touches feel unnaturally soft, almost like fur.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Kalani tries to open the chest.
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman, BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
She/her pronouns please. TITLES: Savior of the Woods by Drummer! Send me a PM! PRAISE JEFF! Join the Hamilton Cult! Hate on Gen Alpha Slang! <--- ( all links)
I lost any measure of sanity I ever had a long time ago!
The girl moved her hand towards the edges of the chest and tries to push it open
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
‘Pop goes the chest weasel’ starts playing as miniature fireworks start to go off, shortly followed by a grand finale of glitter.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The girl squeaks and falls backwards again. She looks around in awe as the glitter falls around her, sticking to her hair and clothes.
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
Once all the glitters falls, a pure white weasel wearing a black top hat pops their head out of the chest, looking at you with their piercing magenta (#FF00FF) eyes.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The girl examines the weasel before giggling. “Skinny cat!” She laughs
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
*snip*
The Weasel lets out a giggle before speaking in a female voice,“Not a cat, but a Chest Weasel. I’ll let it slide. Thanks for the meal, kiddo.” She lifts her hands out of the chest and does a thumbless version of finger guns.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The girl bows her head, suddenly crying. “I’m s-s-s-sorry,” she stammers, eyes whelling up with tears. “I th-th-thought you were a kitty…” she wipes her nose and sniffs. “Can I pet you?”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
“Oh, don’t cry, ‘course you can.” She crawls out of the chest and scuttles into her lap. “I’m Nia.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Sniffling, the girl carefully reaches her hands forward to rub Nias stomach. It was soft and cool to the touch, so much so that the next second the girl found herself hugging the weasel, crying even more into the creatures belly.
“I can’t find Kaf,” she sobs. “I can’t find him anywhere! He said he would protect me, but he’s gone, and I’m scared! Big sissy is gone. Raphy is gone. Everyone gone but I’m still here! Why?”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
“Oh, poor soul. How about I help you find them. Will that cheer you up?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The girl stops crying. “Um, yes. That would be nice. But…” she looks around the room. “Do you have anything to eat or drink? I’m thirsty and hungry and very very sleepy.”
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
“I’ve got just the thing.” Nia hops back into the chest and, after a bit of shuffling, hops back out with a gold coin in paw, a pillow in their mouth, and a blanket draped over them.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The girl takes the items and smiles. “Thank you, Nia.” She pauses before adding, “my name is Amari, by the way. In case you were curious.” She blushes and looks down at the blanket.
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)