Jack is walking around the town, grumbling to himself. He is trying to write in his journal but writing while walking tends to cause people to run into others.
Eve is reading over the book she stole from Casey in her Tattoo parlor.
Kraus is sharpening his cleaver. He looks sad.
Dyn walks in. "I didn't think reading was your style." he says jokingly.
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers towards them. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall. "Are you ok?"
She flinches, almost flying out of her chair. "Don't sneak up like that!" She hisses "I don't usually read but this is something I have too."
He looks up, eyes narrowed. "I am fine.."
"Sorry sorry." he says, a hint of a smile forming. "Why do you gotta read it?"
"You don't seem to be." he says slowly.
"Ya know that circus performer who came to town. Old boss of mine, he didn't like that I left the show." She said, grumbling.
"I am." He states, his tone clipped and annoyed "What are you askin"
"I would say kill him but that doesn't seem your style either."
"Because you look sad. I can sense your emotions as well. You are now annoyed with me."
"He has a grip on my being. I defy him, I die." She said, her ears and tail drooping.
"Yeah, a little bit." He narrowed his eyes "I. Am. Fine."
Dyns eyes show a rare sign of pity. "Dont worry, i'll help ya figure this out."
Bird King kneels down, armor creaking. He then holds out a skeletal hand. "Let me help you with your troubles."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The executioner and the accuser are using casey's current plight to get out of the circus and back on the streets. they are currently close to Kraus' location.
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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 Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
Jack is walking around the town, grumbling to himself. He is trying to write in his journal but writing while walking tends to cause people to run into others.
Eve is reading over the book she stole from Casey in her Tattoo parlor.
Kraus is sharpening his cleaver. He looks sad.
Dyn walks in. "I didn't think reading was your style." he says jokingly.
A huge, hulking figure in deteriorating plate armor lumbers towards them. A huge sword wrapped in cloth is on his back. Where his head should be is a skull, bone white, with a crown on top. A small sign nailed to his armor reads, Bird King. He stands at about 9 to 10 feet tall. "Are you ok?"
She flinches, almost flying out of her chair. "Don't sneak up like that!" She hisses "I don't usually read but this is something I have too."
He looks up, eyes narrowed. "I am fine.."
"Sorry sorry." he says, a hint of a smile forming. "Why do you gotta read it?"
"You don't seem to be." he says slowly.
"Ya know that circus performer who came to town. Old boss of mine, he didn't like that I left the show." She said, grumbling.
"I am." He states, his tone clipped and annoyed "What are you askin"
"I would say kill him but that doesn't seem your style either."
"Because you look sad. I can sense your emotions as well. You are now annoyed with me."
"He has a grip on my being. I defy him, I die." She said, her ears and tail drooping.
"Yeah, a little bit." He narrowed his eyes "I. Am. Fine."
Dyns eyes show a rare sign of pity. "Dont worry, i'll help ya figure this out."
Bird King kneels down, armor creaking. He then holds out a skeletal hand. "Let me help you with your troubles."
She narrows her eyes "I don't want help.. nor do I want your pity.' she huffs.
The executioner and the accuser are using casey's current plight to get out of the circus and back on the streets. they are currently close to Kraus' location.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Dyns eyes show a rare sign of pity. "Dont worry, i'll help ya figure this out."
Bird King kneels down, armor creaking. He then holds out a skeletal hand. "Let me help you with your troubles."
She narrows her eyes "I don't want help.. nor do I want your pity.' she huffs.
Kraus pulls away fast "No."
"Do you wanna be free of that man?"
"You fear help..."
"Course I do.. I hate being a toy to anyone, but I don't need people to pity me." She hisses.
"I fear all things, I just don't hate em until they hurt me."
Dyn raises his hands, placating. "Look, please, let me help you. I was like you once, trapped, trying to figure out how to get out of my situation."
Bird King sighs as a blue bird hops on his shoulder. Bird King gently pets the bird, thinking.
She slams the book down, standing up. She stalks towards him, her tattoos growing thorns. "I don't need pity. I don't need help. I sure as hells don't need someone who just pitied me to start insisting he helps!" Her tail lashes back and forth.
Kraus keeps his eyes trained on the Bird King, hand gripping his cleaver.
Dyns eyes show a rare sign of pity. "Dont worry, i'll help ya figure this out."
Bird King kneels down, armor creaking. He then holds out a skeletal hand. "Let me help you with your troubles."
She narrows her eyes "I don't want help.. nor do I want your pity.' she huffs.
Kraus pulls away fast "No."
"Do you wanna be free of that man?"
"You fear help..."
"Course I do.. I hate being a toy to anyone, but I don't need people to pity me." She hisses.
"I fear all things, I just don't hate em until they hurt me."
Dyn raises his hands, placating. "Look, please, let me help you. I was like you once, trapped, trying to figure out how to get out of my situation."
Bird King sighs as a blue bird hops on his shoulder. Bird King gently pets the bird, thinking.
She slams the book down, standing up. She stalks towards him, her tattoos growing thorns. "I don't need pity. I don't need help. I sure as hells don't need someone who just pitied me to start insisting he helps!" Her tail lashes back and forth.
Kraus keeps his eyes trained on the Bird King, hand gripping his cleaver.
Dyn takes a few steps back. "Ok ok, I'm sorry." fear laces his voice.
Bird King hums a bit as a few more birds join him
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*good morning people!!!* *what happened with Casey?*
*I'm still talking to him*
*Now would be the best time to take him out with the book and then get to the locked tent*
Casey is currently being subdued by Yena’s dagger. The book is open for anyone to use.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Dyns eyes show a rare sign of pity. "Dont worry, i'll help ya figure this out."
Bird King kneels down, armor creaking. He then holds out a skeletal hand. "Let me help you with your troubles."
She narrows her eyes "I don't want help.. nor do I want your pity.' she huffs.
Kraus pulls away fast "No."
"Do you wanna be free of that man?"
"You fear help..."
"Course I do.. I hate being a toy to anyone, but I don't need people to pity me." She hisses.
"I fear all things, I just don't hate em until they hurt me."
Dyn raises his hands, placating. "Look, please, let me help you. I was like you once, trapped, trying to figure out how to get out of my situation."
Bird King sighs as a blue bird hops on his shoulder. Bird King gently pets the bird, thinking.
She slams the book down, standing up. She stalks towards him, her tattoos growing thorns. "I don't need pity. I don't need help. I sure as hells don't need someone who just pitied me to start insisting he helps!" Her tail lashes back and forth.
Kraus keeps his eyes trained on the Bird King, hand gripping his cleaver.
Dyn takes a few steps back. "Ok ok, I'm sorry." fear laces his voice.
Bird King hums a bit as a few more birds join him
She sighs, her ears lowering and her tail drooping. "Sorry..."
Kraus, at this point, looks a bit fearful considering the amount of birds showing up.
Yena looks at the dagger wondering why the artist did put it there. And wondering if there was a way to reverse what the painting did rather than kill the poltergeist.
Dyns eyes show a rare sign of pity. "Dont worry, i'll help ya figure this out."
Bird King kneels down, armor creaking. He then holds out a skeletal hand. "Let me help you with your troubles."
She narrows her eyes "I don't want help.. nor do I want your pity.' she huffs.
Kraus pulls away fast "No."
"Do you wanna be free of that man?"
"You fear help..."
"Course I do.. I hate being a toy to anyone, but I don't need people to pity me." She hisses.
"I fear all things, I just don't hate em until they hurt me."
Dyn raises his hands, placating. "Look, please, let me help you. I was like you once, trapped, trying to figure out how to get out of my situation."
Bird King sighs as a blue bird hops on his shoulder. Bird King gently pets the bird, thinking.
She slams the book down, standing up. She stalks towards him, her tattoos growing thorns. "I don't need pity. I don't need help. I sure as hells don't need someone who just pitied me to start insisting he helps!" Her tail lashes back and forth.
Kraus keeps his eyes trained on the Bird King, hand gripping his cleaver.
Dyn takes a few steps back. "Ok ok, I'm sorry." fear laces his voice.
Bird King hums a bit as a few more birds join him
She sighs, her ears lowering and her tail drooping. "Sorry..."
Kraus, at this point, looks a bit fearful considering the amount of birds showing up.
"Its, its fine." he says, clearing his throat. "sorry, I shouldn't have pushed like that."
A dove hops onto Kraus's shoulder and coos happily. "No need for fear. My birds do not harm."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Dyns eyes show a rare sign of pity. "Dont worry, i'll help ya figure this out."
Bird King kneels down, armor creaking. He then holds out a skeletal hand. "Let me help you with your troubles."
She narrows her eyes "I don't want help.. nor do I want your pity.' she huffs.
Kraus pulls away fast "No."
"Do you wanna be free of that man?"
"You fear help..."
"Course I do.. I hate being a toy to anyone, but I don't need people to pity me." She hisses.
"I fear all things, I just don't hate em until they hurt me."
Dyn raises his hands, placating. "Look, please, let me help you. I was like you once, trapped, trying to figure out how to get out of my situation."
Bird King sighs as a blue bird hops on his shoulder. Bird King gently pets the bird, thinking.
She slams the book down, standing up. She stalks towards him, her tattoos growing thorns. "I don't need pity. I don't need help. I sure as hells don't need someone who just pitied me to start insisting he helps!" Her tail lashes back and forth.
Kraus keeps his eyes trained on the Bird King, hand gripping his cleaver.
Dyn takes a few steps back. "Ok ok, I'm sorry." fear laces his voice.
Bird King hums a bit as a few more birds join him
She sighs, her ears lowering and her tail drooping. "Sorry..."
Kraus, at this point, looks a bit fearful considering the amount of birds showing up.
"Its, its fine." he says, clearing his throat. "sorry, I shouldn't have pushed like that."
A dove hops onto Kraus's shoulder and coos happily. "No need for fear. My birds do not harm."
She sighs and sits down again "No no.. don't apologize.. I am sorry. I'm just.. stressed at the moment.."
Kraus freezes still, staring at the bird.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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Dyns eyes show a rare sign of pity. "Dont worry, i'll help ya figure this out."
Bird King kneels down, armor creaking. He then holds out a skeletal hand. "Let me help you with your troubles."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The executioner and the accuser are using casey's current plight to get out of the circus and back on the streets. they are currently close to Kraus' location.
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 Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
She narrows her eyes "I don't want help.. nor do I want your pity.' she huffs.
Kraus pulls away fast "No."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Kraus is keeping an eye on them, distrustful.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Do you wanna be free of that man?"
"You fear help..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Course I do.. I hate being a toy to anyone, but I don't need people to pity me." She hisses.
"I fear all things, I just don't hate em until they hurt me."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Dyn raises his hands, placating. "Look, please, let me help you. I was like you once, trapped, trying to figure out how to get out of my situation."
Bird King sighs as a blue bird hops on his shoulder. Bird King gently pets the bird, thinking.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good morning all! Where were we?*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
She slams the book down, standing up. She stalks towards him, her tattoos growing thorns. "I don't need pity. I don't need help. I sure as hells don't need someone who just pitied me to start insisting he helps!" Her tail lashes back and forth.
Kraus keeps his eyes trained on the Bird King, hand gripping his cleaver.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*good morning people!!!*
*what happened with Casey?*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
*Having fun with our friends if I remember correctly*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Dyn takes a few steps back. "Ok ok, I'm sorry." fear laces his voice.
Bird King hums a bit as a few more birds join him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'm still talking to him*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*so I’m still stabbing him?🤣thats so bad*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
*Now would be the best time to take him out with the book and then get to the locked tent*
Casey is currently being subdued by Yena’s dagger. The book is open for anyone to use.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
She sighs, her ears lowering and her tail drooping. "Sorry..."
Kraus, at this point, looks a bit fearful considering the amount of birds showing up.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Before I kill you, is it okay for me to take some of your stuff?"
Tiso walks over and grabs the book, finally seeing what it is.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Yena looks at the dagger wondering why the artist did put it there. And wondering if there was a way to reverse what the painting did rather than kill the poltergeist.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
"Its, its fine." he says, clearing his throat. "sorry, I shouldn't have pushed like that."
A dove hops onto Kraus's shoulder and coos happily. "No need for fear. My birds do not harm."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sighs and sits down again "No no.. don't apologize.. I am sorry. I'm just.. stressed at the moment.."
Kraus freezes still, staring at the bird.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘