*Here for like a tiny bit. I'll be back a bit later, but for now:*
A man in a many times restitched off-white suit with a tattered long coat and matching witch hat sits on a fence by the main road. He would be beautiful if it weren't for the fact that the stitches on his clothes extend to his face, making him appear less than human. He has a nice smile though, if you ignore the fact that the sutures extend one side far wider than any human mouth should go.
Beside him is a bouquet of dried flowers, and he frequently checks his black and gold pocket watch.
*Here for like a tiny bit. I'll be back a bit later, but for now:*
A man in a many times restitched off-white suit with a tattered long coat and matching witch hat sits on a fence by the main road. He would be beautiful if it weren't for the fact that the stitches on his clothes extend to his face, making him appear less than human. He has a nice smile though, if you ignore the fact that the sewing forces one side far wider than any human mouth should go.
Beside him is a bouquet of dried flowers, and he frequently checks his black and gold pocket watch.
Wandering down that same main road is Helianth, shambling after the light as it always has.
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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)
*Here for like a tiny bit. I'll be back a bit later, but for now:*
A man in a many times restitched off-white suit with a tattered long coat and matching witch hat sits on a fence by the main road. He would be beautiful if it weren't for the fact that the stitches on his clothes extend to his face, making him appear less than human. He has a nice smile though, if you ignore the fact that the sewing forces one side far wider than any human mouth should go.
Beside him is a bouquet of dried flowers, and he frequently checks his black and gold pocket watch.
Wandering down that same main road is Helianth, shambling after the light as it always has.
He looks down at the bouquet, then at Helianth. "Hello there! Could you stand next to me for a bit? My master will be here in just a few minutes, and I'm sure she would love to see a flower as beautiful as you."
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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.
*Here for like a tiny bit. I'll be back a bit later, but for now:*
A man in a many times restitched off-white suit with a tattered long coat and matching witch hat sits on a fence by the main road. He would be beautiful if it weren't for the fact that the stitches on his clothes extend to his face, making him appear less than human. He has a nice smile though, if you ignore the fact that the sewing forces one side far wider than any human mouth should go.
Beside him is a bouquet of dried flowers, and he frequently checks his black and gold pocket watch.
Wandering down that same main road is Helianth, shambling after the light as it always has.
He looks down at the bouquet, then at Helianth. "Hello there! Could you stand next to me for a bit? My master will be here in just a few minutes, and I'm sure she would love to see a flower as beautiful as you."
The crooked plant turns to face him with its nine flower heads, silent for a moment. "I don't see why I couldn't." It shambles over next to him, rooting itself into the soil.
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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)
He looks down at the bouquet, then at Helianth. "Hello there! Could you stand next to me for a bit? My master will be here in just a few minutes, and I'm sure she would love to see a flower as beautiful as you."
The crooked plant turns to face him with its nine flower heads, silent for a moment. "I don't see why I couldn't." It shambles over next to him, rooting itself into the soil.
For the next couple of minutes, he waits eagerly but mostly silently. He frequently looks at his watch some more. After a couple more minutes, he clears his throat. "It seems the family is a bit late. The little miss probably forgot something at school. Happens every once in a while, you know?" He keeps smiling, looking up at the massive plant. "So, how are you?"
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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.
He looks down at the bouquet, then at Helianth. "Hello there! Could you stand next to me for a bit? My master will be here in just a few minutes, and I'm sure she would love to see a flower as beautiful as you."
The crooked plant turns to face him with its nine flower heads, silent for a moment. "I don't see why I couldn't." It shambles over next to him, rooting itself into the soil.
For the next couple of minutes, he waits eagerly but mostly silently. He frequently looks at his watch some more. After a couple more minutes, he clears his throat. "It seems the family is a bit late. The little miss probably forgot something at school. Happens every once in a while, you know?" He keeps smiling, looking up at the massive plant. "So, how are you?"
"I'm doing well- a little peckish, but that's not unusual given my nature. How have you been?" He can see sunlight being physically absorbed into its flower heads- pulled into some dark void within its being and abruptly snuffed out.
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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)
For the next couple of minutes, he waits eagerly but mostly silently. He frequently looks at his watch some more. After a couple more minutes, he clears his throat. "It seems the family is a bit late. The little miss probably forgot something at school. Happens every once in a while, you know?" He keeps smiling, looking up at the massive plant. "So, how are you?"
"I'm doing well- a little peckish, but that's not unusual given my nature. How have you been?" He can see sunlight being physically absorbed into its flower heads- pulled into some dark void within its being and abruptly snuffed out.
"Oh, I've had better times. The manor was burned down in the middle of the night some odd months ago, and everyone inside was tragically reduced to charcoal." He checks his watch again, still smiling. "I haven't seen much work since then."
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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.
For the next couple of minutes, he waits eagerly but mostly silently. He frequently looks at his watch some more. After a couple more minutes, he clears his throat. "It seems the family is a bit late. The little miss probably forgot something at school. Happens every once in a while, you know?" He keeps smiling, looking up at the massive plant. "So, how are you?"
"I'm doing well- a little peckish, but that's not unusual given my nature. How have you been?" He can see sunlight being physically absorbed into its flower heads- pulled into some dark void within its being and abruptly snuffed out.
"Oh, I've had better times. The manor was burned down in the middle of the night some odd months ago, and everyone inside was tragically reduced to charcoal." He checks his watch again, still smiling. "I haven't seen much work since then."
It is silent for a few seconds. "Ah. I'm terribly sorry for your loss."
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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)
"Oh, I've had better times. The manor was burned down in the middle of the night some odd months ago, and everyone inside was tragically reduced to charcoal." He checks his watch again, still smiling. "I haven't seen much work since then."
It is silent for a few seconds. "Ah. I'm terribly sorry for your loss."
*Power went out for a couple seconds and it knocked out our internet*
"Thank you for your condolences. But dwelling on the past doesn't get us anywhere. I've been trying to just learn and move on, but I'm not sure what I could learn from that. 'Avoid angering your betters' is all I could come up with, and that sounds like a bad moral lesson when you really think about it."
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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.
"Oh, I've had better times. The manor was burned down in the middle of the night some odd months ago, and everyone inside was tragically reduced to charcoal." He checks his watch again, still smiling. "I haven't seen much work since then."
It is silent for a few seconds. "Ah. I'm terribly sorry for your loss."
*Power went out for a couple seconds and it knocked out our internet*
"Thank you for your condolences. But dwelling on the past doesn't get us anywhere. I've been trying to just learn and move on, but I'm not sure what I could learn from that. 'Avoid angering your betters' is all I could come up with, and that sounds like a bad moral lesson when you really think about it."
"I can understand that. My past is rather, in technical terms, 'overly convoluted'. Dwelling on it has rarely proved an efficient use of time."
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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)
*Power went out for a couple seconds and it knocked out our internet*
"Thank you for your condolences. But dwelling on the past doesn't get us anywhere. I've been trying to just learn and move on, but I'm not sure what I could learn from that. 'Avoid angering your betters' is all I could come up with, and that sounds like a bad moral lesson when you really think about it."
"I can understand that. My past is rather, in technical terms, 'overly convoluted'. Dwelling on it has rarely proved an efficient use of time."
"Efficiency isn't everything, even if I'm loathe to admit it. I've found that keeping a couple of favorite memories in a back pocket is good for keeping an outward appearance of mental health. It makes people more comfortable to think that the human mind and will are invulnerable, even when the body fails. But that's wrong, both factually and morally."
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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.
*Power went out for a couple seconds and it knocked out our internet*
"Thank you for your condolences. But dwelling on the past doesn't get us anywhere. I've been trying to just learn and move on, but I'm not sure what I could learn from that. 'Avoid angering your betters' is all I could come up with, and that sounds like a bad moral lesson when you really think about it."
"I can understand that. My past is rather, in technical terms, 'overly convoluted'. Dwelling on it has rarely proved an efficient use of time."
"Efficiency isn't everything, even if I'm loathe to admit it. I've found that keeping a couple of favorite memories in a back pocket is good for keeping an outward appearance of mental health. It makes people more comfortable to think that the human mind and will are invulnerable, even when the body fails. But that's wrong, both factually and morally."
"I suppose that's true. I've had an... interesting relationship with consciousness, though, so I might not be the best judge about such matters." It chuckles a bit, and for a moment, it seems like the day grows a touch darker- as though a cloud's shadow was there for one moment and gone a second later.
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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)
"Efficiency isn't everything, even if I'm loathe to admit it. I've found that keeping a couple of favorite memories in a back pocket is good for keeping an outward appearance of mental health. It makes people more comfortable to think that the human mind and will are invulnerable, even when the body fails. But that's wrong, both factually and morally."
"I suppose that's true. I've had an... interesting relationship with consciousness, though, so I might not be the best judge about such matters." It chuckles a bit, and for a moment, it seems like the day grows a touch darker- as though a cloud's shadow was there for one moment and gone a second later.
He chuckles lightly, as though this were a regular occurrence... which might be true in the Autumn Country "I get that." He puts his fingers under the stitches on the corner of his mouth and pulls them out, revealing that his mismatched animal teeth are held on a painted and varnished wood plate, with downy black feathers filling his body in place of muscle and fat. "I think that understanding mental health is important, even for beings who haven't always had a real mind. But then again, I have to deal with humanoids a lot more than you likely do, so maybe I shouldn't give advice on this subject."
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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.
"Efficiency isn't everything, even if I'm loathe to admit it. I've found that keeping a couple of favorite memories in a back pocket is good for keeping an outward appearance of mental health. It makes people more comfortable to think that the human mind and will are invulnerable, even when the body fails. But that's wrong, both factually and morally."
"I suppose that's true. I've had an... interesting relationship with consciousness, though, so I might not be the best judge about such matters." It chuckles a bit, and for a moment, it seems like the day grows a touch darker- as though a cloud's shadow was there for one moment and gone a second later.
He chuckles lightly, as though this were a regular occurrence... which might be true in the Autumn Country "I get that." He puts his fingers under the stitches on the corner of his mouth and pulls them out, revealing that his mismatched animal teeth are held on a painted and varnished wood plate, with downy black feathers filling his body in place of muscle and fat. "I think that understanding mental health is important, even for beings who haven't always had a real mind. But then again, I have to deal with humanoids a lot more than you likely do, so maybe I shouldn't give advice on this subject."
"Again, understandable. I'm more of a recluse to most, but even for one like I, it's nice to know how to maintain what minds we do have."
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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)
He chuckles lightly, as though this were a regular occurrence... which might be true in the Autumn Country "I get that." He puts his fingers under the stitches on the corner of his mouth and pulls them out, revealing that his mismatched animal teeth are held on a painted and varnished wood plate, with downy black feathers filling his body in place of muscle and fat. "I think that understanding mental health is important, even for beings who haven't always had a real mind. But then again, I have to deal with humanoids a lot more than you likely do, so maybe I shouldn't give advice on this subject."
"Again, understandable. I'm more of a recluse to most, but even for one like I, it's nice to know how to maintain what minds we do have."
"We metaphorically grew up without thoughts or opinions. We understand how valuable they can be." He pulls a needle out of his coat pocket and begins to re-stitch his face. "I personally think I deserve the best thoughts and opinions, and go out looking to find them." He takes another look at his watch.
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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.
He chuckles lightly, as though this were a regular occurrence... which might be true in the Autumn Country "I get that." He puts his fingers under the stitches on the corner of his mouth and pulls them out, revealing that his mismatched animal teeth are held on a painted and varnished wood plate, with downy black feathers filling his body in place of muscle and fat. "I think that understanding mental health is important, even for beings who haven't always had a real mind. But then again, I have to deal with humanoids a lot more than you likely do, so maybe I shouldn't give advice on this subject."
"Again, understandable. I'm more of a recluse to most, but even for one like I, it's nice to know how to maintain what minds we do have."
"We metaphorically grew up without thoughts or opinions. We understand how valuable they can be." He pulls a needle out of his coat pocket and begins to re-stitch his face. "I personally think I deserve the best thoughts and opinions, and go out looking to find them." He takes another look at his watch.
"That's very succinctly put. Oh, we've been conversing about such philosophical topics so engaging, I neglected to introduce myself. I am Helianth."
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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)
"We metaphorically grew up without thoughts or opinions. We understand how valuable they can be." He pulls a needle out of his coat pocket and begins to re-stitch his face. "I personally think I deserve the best thoughts and opinions, and go out looking to find them." He takes another look at his watch.
"That's very succinctly put. Oh, we've been conversing about such philosophical topics so engaging, I neglected to introduce myself. I am Helianth."
"Nice to meet you, Helianth. My name is Brewer. You are quite the conversationalist. I haven't had a good chat in a long time."
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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.
"We metaphorically grew up without thoughts or opinions. We understand how valuable they can be." He pulls a needle out of his coat pocket and begins to re-stitch his face. "I personally think I deserve the best thoughts and opinions, and go out looking to find them." He takes another look at his watch.
"That's very succinctly put. Oh, we've been conversing about such philosophical topics so engaging, I neglected to introduce myself. I am Helianth."
"Nice to meet you, Helianth. My name is Brewer. You are quite the conversationalist. I haven't had a good chat in a long time."
"It's very nice to meet you as well, Brewer. I've been around for a long time, so I've much to talk about."
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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)
*Here for like a tiny bit. I'll be back a bit later, but for now:*
A man in a many times restitched off-white suit with a tattered long coat and matching witch hat sits on a fence by the main road. He would be beautiful if it weren't for the fact that the stitches on his clothes extend to his face, making him appear less than human. He has a nice smile though, if you ignore the fact that the sutures extend one side far wider than any human mouth should go.
Beside him is a bouquet of dried flowers, and he frequently checks his black and gold pocket watch.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Wandering down that same main road is Helianth, shambling after the light as it always has.
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)
He looks down at the bouquet, then at Helianth. "Hello there! Could you stand next to me for a bit? My master will be here in just a few minutes, and I'm sure she would love to see a flower as beautiful as you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The crooked plant turns to face him with its nine flower heads, silent for a moment. "I don't see why I couldn't." It shambles over next to him, rooting itself into the soil.
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)
For the next couple of minutes, he waits eagerly but mostly silently. He frequently looks at his watch some more. After a couple more minutes, he clears his throat. "It seems the family is a bit late. The little miss probably forgot something at school. Happens every once in a while, you know?" He keeps smiling, looking up at the massive plant. "So, how are you?"
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 doing well- a little peckish, but that's not unusual given my nature. How have you been?" He can see sunlight being physically absorbed into its flower heads- pulled into some dark void within its being and abruptly snuffed out.
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)
"Oh, I've had better times. The manor was burned down in the middle of the night some odd months ago, and everyone inside was tragically reduced to charcoal." He checks his watch again, still smiling. "I haven't seen much work since then."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It is silent for a few seconds. "Ah. I'm terribly sorry for your loss."
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)
*Power went out for a couple seconds and it knocked out our internet*
"Thank you for your condolences. But dwelling on the past doesn't get us anywhere. I've been trying to just learn and move on, but I'm not sure what I could learn from that. 'Avoid angering your betters' is all I could come up with, and that sounds like a bad moral lesson when you really think about it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I can understand that. My past is rather, in technical terms, 'overly convoluted'. Dwelling on it has rarely proved an efficient use of time."
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)
"Efficiency isn't everything, even if I'm loathe to admit it. I've found that keeping a couple of favorite memories in a back pocket is good for keeping an outward appearance of mental health. It makes people more comfortable to think that the human mind and will are invulnerable, even when the body fails. But that's wrong, both factually and morally."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I suppose that's true. I've had an... interesting relationship with consciousness, though, so I might not be the best judge about such matters." It chuckles a bit, and for a moment, it seems like the day grows a touch darker- as though a cloud's shadow was there for one moment and gone a second later.
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)
He chuckles lightly, as though this were a regular occurrence... which might be true in the Autumn Country "I get that." He puts his fingers under the stitches on the corner of his mouth and pulls them out, revealing that his mismatched animal teeth are held on a painted and varnished wood plate, with downy black feathers filling his body in place of muscle and fat. "I think that understanding mental health is important, even for beings who haven't always had a real mind. But then again, I have to deal with humanoids a lot more than you likely do, so maybe I shouldn't give advice on this subject."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Again, understandable. I'm more of a recluse to most, but even for one like I, it's nice to know how to maintain what minds we do have."
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)
"We metaphorically grew up without thoughts or opinions. We understand how valuable they can be." He pulls a needle out of his coat pocket and begins to re-stitch his face. "I personally think I deserve the best thoughts and opinions, and go out looking to find them." He takes another look at his watch.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That's very succinctly put. Oh, we've been conversing about such philosophical topics so engaging, I neglected to introduce myself. I am Helianth."
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)
"Nice to meet you, Helianth. My name is Brewer. You are quite the conversationalist. I haven't had a good chat in a long time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It's very nice to meet you as well, Brewer. I've been around for a long time, so I've much to talk about."
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)
"That's very nice. I'm only six. Had to grow up fast, you know?" He chuckles. "Gotta be quick when you live with witches."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I can relate- aberrant powers tend to cause abnormal growths when bestowed upon ordinary flora. Though, I haven't grown much at all since."
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)