Would y'all read more of this? Gimme criticism but please don't break my poor heart...
Shadows and light flicker in my vision. Wind slides around me, making way for my fateful fall, and my wings flap helplessly trying to catch the wind. But all I can do is fall. Before I can hit the ground, the small bits of light begin to seep away from me, leaving a sea of darkness around me. I gasp for air, but there is none, and when I take a second to close my eyes, shutting out the dark and revealing a kaleidoscope of colors on the back of my eyes. They snap back open as I hear a roar echo through the terrible night.
“Oh Lord…” The whisper escapes my lips, going unnoticed with the sound of the roar. As I look up, I see flashes of white and gold as a large white robed figure floats towards me, riding on the back of a massive golden dragon. My eyes are wet with the tears that roll down my face so that I can only see the blurry outline, but I know it is a dragon.
“Your life… is the life of pure evil. Aello Nyzsa, I hereby banish you to the lands of Tarran, never to see our world again. You have committed sin, and that sin will never escape you for all your days.”
I grasp at the air desperately, looking for something, anything, to claw onto. I reach towards the figure, but they do not take my hand, merely watching. I feel lightness on my back and notice the absence of my wings trying to fly, and I realize they’re gone.
“Please,” I cry, but the lack of air catches up to me. My eyes flutter shut and I know I’ve lost my old life forever.
A little melodramatic, but I really like it.
Thanks :3 dramatic is kinda my style
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Hello! You may call me Gato (cat in Spanish) I am a STAY
I can't take it anymore. What should I do? (What should I do? What should I do?) Please close your eyes and pretend not to know today. So cover me now
PM me the word tomato, NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. NOW GIVE ME A 4d8 attempt: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Hello! You may call me Gato (cat in Spanish) I am a STAY
I can't take it anymore. What should I do? (What should I do? What should I do?) Please close your eyes and pretend not to know today. So cover me now
PM me the word tomato, NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. NOW GIVE ME A 4d8 attempt: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Hello! You may call me Gato (cat in Spanish) I am a STAY
I can't take it anymore. What should I do? (What should I do? What should I do?) Please close your eyes and pretend not to know today. So cover me now
PM me the word tomato, NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. NOW GIVE ME A 4d8 attempt: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
The first thing you notice is the smell- like mildew and old blood and wetlands earth and so many other strong, rotting scents, a vile mixture potent enough to make a vulture retch, snapping you awake like smelling salts from hell. The woods outside are impenetrable as ever under the blanket of midnight, the only visible surroundings the dimly-lit patch of your campsite- laid around sputtering embers where the campfire was- and the thinnest sliver of the moon above. The quietest sounds echo faintly from the north, amidst the shadowed trees. Three pairs of footsteps, two more erratic than the third. The quick yet heavy breathing of some animal, pausing and sniffing every so often before the frantic panting resumes. Muttered words too quiet to fully hear, but just loud enough for your keen senses to notice. At one point, the metallic sound of a chain extending to its fullest length.
Dammit, they're here again- you need to leave now.
Before they find you like they did everyone else from town. Before they eat you like they did everyone else from town.
*I might be cooking something up for later- whether I make this just one character or a whole tavern is yet to be determined.*
Hello! You may call me Gato (cat in Spanish) I am a STAY
I can't take it anymore. What should I do? (What should I do? What should I do?) Please close your eyes and pretend not to know today. So cover me now
PM me the word tomato, NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. NOW GIVE ME A 4d8 attempt: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I'm not sure. I don't know much about poetry, and I don't understand the poem itself.
I don't really either
How have you been?
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Hello! You may call me Gato (cat in Spanish) I am a STAY
I can't take it anymore. What should I do? (What should I do? What should I do?) Please close your eyes and pretend not to know today. So cover me now
PM me the word tomato, NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. NOW GIVE ME A 4d8 attempt: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
The first thing you notice is the smell- like mildew and old blood and wetlands earth and so many other strong, rotting scents, a vile mixture potent enough to make a vulture retch, snapping you awake like smelling salts from hell. The woods outside are impenetrable as ever under the blanket of midnight, the only visible surroundings the dimly-lit patch of your campsite- laid around sputtering embers where the campfire was- and the thinnest sliver of the moon above. The quietest sounds echo faintly from the north, amidst the shadowed trees. Three pairs of footsteps, two more erratic than the third. The quick yet heavy breathing of some animal, pausing and sniffing every so often before the frantic panting resumes. Muttered words too quiet to fully hear, but just loud enough for your keen senses to notice. At one point, the metallic sound of a chain extending to its fullest length.
Dammit, they're here again- you need to leave now.
Before they find you like they did everyone else from town. Before they eat you like they did everyone else from town.
*I might be cooking something up for later- whether I make this just one character or a whole tavern is yet to be determined.*
*Hello there! I've been admittedly disappearing every so often because of schedule conflicts. Hopefully I'll be able to chat with y'all more often in the future.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The first thing you notice is the smell- like mildew and old blood and wetlands earth and so many other strong, rotting scents, a vile mixture potent enough to make a vulture retch, snapping you awake like smelling salts from hell. The woods outside are impenetrable as ever under the blanket of midnight, the only visible surroundings the dimly-lit patch of your campsite- laid around sputtering embers where the campfire was- and the thinnest sliver of the moon above. The quietest sounds echo faintly from the north, amidst the shadowed trees. Three pairs of footsteps, two more erratic than the third. The quick yet heavy breathing of some animal, pausing and sniffing every so often before the frantic panting resumes. Muttered words too quiet to fully hear, but just loud enough for your keen senses to notice. At one point, the metallic sound of a chain extending to its fullest length.
Dammit, they're here again- you need to leave now.
Before they find you like they did everyone else from town. Before they eat you like they did everyone else from town.
*I might be cooking something up for later- whether I make this just one character or a whole tavern is yet to be determined.*
That last line is amazing. I love it so much.
*Thank you very much! If I do make this into a tavern setting, it'll likely be quite the harsh one- survival is a tricky thing when it feels like the whole world wants to eat or dissect you or warp you into something unrecognizable.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
I'm not sure. I don't know much about poetry, and I don't understand the poem itself.
I don't really either
How have you been?
I'm good. I've been looking into Little Nightmares again, wondering how to incorporate its unique brand of surrealism and horror, into my work.
Oh, and how is that going?
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Hello! You may call me Gato (cat in Spanish) I am a STAY
I can't take it anymore. What should I do? (What should I do? What should I do?) Please close your eyes and pretend not to know today. So cover me now
PM me the word tomato, NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. NOW GIVE ME A 4d8 attempt: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Thanks :3 dramatic is kinda my style
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
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Baalze!
I did the same thing you did, with the writing
Hello! You may call me Gato (cat in Spanish)
I am a STAY
I can't take it anymore. What should I do? (What should I do? What should I do?) Please close your eyes and pretend not to know today. So cover me now
PM me the word tomato, NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. NOW GIVE ME A 4d8 attempt: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Hallo
You yes you 🫵 won a ticket
To (FNAF) Sister Location
For 5 days
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
Their aren’t enough pokemon yet for me to be able to do that.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Squepic!
Did you post it yet? I'd like to read it!
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Yes, I did, it's on the page before this one!
Hello! You may call me Gato (cat in Spanish)
I am a STAY
I can't take it anymore. What should I do? (What should I do? What should I do?) Please close your eyes and pretend not to know today. So cover me now
PM me the word tomato, NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. NOW GIVE ME A 4d8 attempt: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Oh, a poem! That's pretty cool!
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Egg 🥚
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
Did you like?
Hello! You may call me Gato (cat in Spanish)
I am a STAY
I can't take it anymore. What should I do? (What should I do? What should I do?) Please close your eyes and pretend not to know today. So cover me now
PM me the word tomato, NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. NOW GIVE ME A 4d8 attempt: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
The first thing you notice is the smell- like mildew and old blood and wetlands earth and so many other strong, rotting scents, a vile mixture potent enough to make a vulture retch, snapping you awake like smelling salts from hell. The woods outside are impenetrable as ever under the blanket of midnight, the only visible surroundings the dimly-lit patch of your campsite- laid around sputtering embers where the campfire was- and the thinnest sliver of the moon above.
The quietest sounds echo faintly from the north, amidst the shadowed trees. Three pairs of footsteps, two more erratic than the third. The quick yet heavy breathing of some animal, pausing and sniffing every so often before the frantic panting resumes. Muttered words too quiet to fully hear, but just loud enough for your keen senses to notice. At one point, the metallic sound of a chain extending to its fullest length.
Dammit, they're here again- you need to leave now.
Before they find you like they did everyone else from town. Before they eat you like they did everyone else from town.
*I might be cooking something up for later- whether I make this just one character or a whole tavern is yet to be determined.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Hey Yvonne
haven't seen you round in a bit
The thunderclouds broke up
And the rain dried up
The lighting let up
The clacking shutters just shut up
Hi PJ
Hello! You may call me Gato (cat in Spanish)
I am a STAY
I can't take it anymore. What should I do? (What should I do? What should I do?) Please close your eyes and pretend not to know today. So cover me now
PM me the word tomato, NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. NOW GIVE ME A 4d8 attempt: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I'm not sure. I don't know much about poetry, and I don't understand the poem itself.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
I don't really either
How have you been?
Hello! You may call me Gato (cat in Spanish)
I am a STAY
I can't take it anymore. What should I do? (What should I do? What should I do?) Please close your eyes and pretend not to know today. So cover me now
PM me the word tomato, NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. NOW GIVE ME A 4d8 attempt: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
That last line is amazing. I love it so much.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*Hello there! I've been admittedly disappearing every so often because of schedule conflicts. Hopefully I'll be able to chat with y'all more often in the future.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Thank you very much! If I do make this into a tavern setting, it'll likely be quite the harsh one- survival is a tricky thing when it feels like the whole world wants to eat or dissect you or warp you into something unrecognizable.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
I'm good. I've been looking into Little Nightmares again, wondering how to incorporate its unique brand of surrealism and horror, into my work.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
Oh, and how is that going?
Hello! You may call me Gato (cat in Spanish)
I am a STAY
I can't take it anymore. What should I do? (What should I do? What should I do?) Please close your eyes and pretend not to know today. So cover me now
PM me the word tomato, NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O, AND THE GREAT O_MERLIN_O ARMY. NOW GIVE ME A 4d8 attempt: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Camping lesson 1: Bring tools(Flashlights, compass, whistle, etc), supplies, a tent, and sleeping bag
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)