He jumps a bit, then claps, laughing like a baby playing peek-a-boo. "That was amazing! I'm not very good at disguises myself. If it weren't for my other abilities, I would probably be hunted down. Do you think you could teach me sometime?"
The blue eyed cat chuckled "They are always like that, a lover of all things odd and strange." The other nods and bares sharp teeth in a smile "They would be honored to teach you, at least they tell us that.'
He gets up does a little softshoe dance, grinning so wide that you can see plenty of the dark, colorless space between his teeth and his cheeks. He dances in a circle, ending right where he began. He plunges his hand into the dirt and roots around for a second, closing his strange eyes. Then, he pulls out a big fat nightcrawler. He tries to hand it to Ave. "Here, this one is my favorite."
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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 jumps a bit, then claps, laughing like a baby playing peek-a-boo. "That was amazing! I'm not very good at disguises myself. If it weren't for my other abilities, I would probably be hunted down. Do you think you could teach me sometime?"
The blue eyed cat chuckled "They are always like that, a lover of all things odd and strange." The other nods and bares sharp teeth in a smile "They would be honored to teach you, at least they tell us that.'
He gets up does a little softshoe dance, grinning so wide that you can see plenty of the dark, colorless space between his teeth and his cheeks. He dances in a circle, ending right where he began. He plunges his hand into the dirt and roots around for a second, closing his strange eyes. Then, he pulls out a big fat nightcrawler. He tries to hand it to Ave. "Here, this one is my favorite."
Ave, once again, mimicking his looks, takes it and barely opens their lips to push it past the threads. They begin to chew, black blood beading up from the threads holes from the effort.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He gets up does a little softshoe dance, grinning so wide that you can see plenty of the dark, colorless space between his teeth and his cheeks. He dances in a circle, ending right where he began. He plunges his hand into the dirt and roots around for a second, closing his strange eyes. Then, he pulls out a big fat nightcrawler. He tries to hand it to Ave. "Here, this one is my favorite."
Ave, once again, mimicking his looks, takes it and barely opens their lips to push it past the threads. They begin to chew, black blood beading up from the threads holes from the effort.
He seems sad suddenly. He looks around in his briefcase (filled with apples and measuring equipment) and removes a handkerchief. He dabs it against their lips to clean the blood up. "I like worms. They remind me of myself. Soft and small and unwanted... and they hide when the sun gets too high, afraid of bright lights and... fire... but they're important. Some people love worms." He sits down.
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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 gets up does a little softshoe dance, grinning so wide that you can see plenty of the dark, colorless space between his teeth and his cheeks. He dances in a circle, ending right where he began. He plunges his hand into the dirt and roots around for a second, closing his strange eyes. Then, he pulls out a big fat nightcrawler. He tries to hand it to Ave. "Here, this one is my favorite."
Ave, once again, mimicking his looks, takes it and barely opens their lips to push it past the threads. They begin to chew, black blood beading up from the threads holes from the effort.
He seems sad suddenly. He looks around in his briefcase (filled with apples and measuring equipment) and removes a handkerchief. He dabs it against their lips to clean the blood up. "I like worms. They remind me of myself. Soft and small and unwanted... and they hide when the sun gets too high, afraid of bright lights and... fire... but they're important. Some people love worms." He sits down.
They sit down beside him and poke his cheek before drawing a smiley face in the dirt. The cats laugh madly "Seems you made a friend!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He seems sad suddenly. He looks around in his briefcase (filled with apples and measuring equipment) and removes a handkerchief. He dabs it against their lips to clean the blood up. "I like worms. They remind me of myself. Soft and small and unwanted... and they hide when the sun gets too high, afraid of bright lights and... fire... but they're important. Some people love worms." He sits down.
They sit down beside him and poke his cheek before drawing a smiley face in the dirt. The cats laugh madly "Seems you made a friend!"
He leans against the archfey, taking a deep breath. "I'm scared of being a worm. I have to be everyone's friend, or they'll crush me." He looks at the dirt under his fingernails. "Thank you for helping me." His skin has begun to crack and peel. He stays in Ave's shadow. "Even here, the sun is too much."
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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 seems sad suddenly. He looks around in his briefcase (filled with apples and measuring equipment) and removes a handkerchief. He dabs it against their lips to clean the blood up. "I like worms. They remind me of myself. Soft and small and unwanted... and they hide when the sun gets too high, afraid of bright lights and... fire... but they're important. Some people love worms." He sits down.
They sit down beside him and poke his cheek before drawing a smiley face in the dirt. The cats laugh madly "Seems you made a friend!"
He leans against the archfey, taking a deep breath. "I'm scared of being a worm. I have to be everyone's friend, or they'll crush me." He looks at the dirt under his fingernails. "Thank you for helping me." His skin has begun to crack and peel. He stays in Ave's shadow. "Even here, the sun is too much."
Ave's long black hair suddenly moves on its own, becoming a shield from the sun. They watch him silently except for the chatter of their cats.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The divine glutton, Helianth, has scaled a wall of the Keep of Painted Leaves, and is now perched atop the roof of the keep's library with its wings spread wide like a crooked godly gargoyle. It looks around at the domain of the Autumn King, a bittersweet nostalgia filling its thoughts.
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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 divine glutton, Helianth, has scaled a wall of the Keep of Painted Leaves, and is now perched atop the roof of the keep's library with its wings spread wide like a crooked godly gargoyle. It looks around at the domain of the Autumn King, a bittersweet nostalgia filling its thoughts.
Ave, who was walking by, walks over to them and waves. Their cats jump off their shoulder and on to Heliath's, purring contently
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The divine glutton, Helianth, has scaled a wall of the Keep of Painted Leaves, and is now perched atop the roof of the keep's library with its wings spread wide like a crooked godly gargoyle. It looks around at the domain of the Autumn King, a bittersweet nostalgia filling its thoughts.
Ave, who was walking by, walks over to them and waves. Their cats jump off their shoulder and on to Heliath's, purring contently
*Sorry about the delay*
The cats manage to find purchase on the 'shoulders' of the sunflower, dodging the thorns and fire. The crooked god waves to them as well with one of its twisted arms.
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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)
*Hopelessly immobile as you root into the ground All your skin begin to harden to a thick rugged brown Every limb will pierce your body from the trunk out through the crown Still it's nothing like the suffering you've wrought the world around*
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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.
The divine glutton, Helianth, has scaled a wall of the Keep of Painted Leaves, and is now perched atop the roof of the keep's library with its wings spread wide like a crooked godly gargoyle. It looks around at the domain of the Autumn King, a bittersweet nostalgia filling its thoughts.
Ave, who was walking by, walks over to them and waves. Their cats jump off their shoulder and on to Heliath's, purring contently
*Sorry about the delay*
The cats manage to find purchase on the 'shoulders' of the sunflower, dodging the thorns and fire. The crooked god waves to them as well with one of its twisted arms.
The mute archfey seems to smile but the stitches in their mouth prevent it. The cat with blue eyes laughs lightly "They say hi to you my friend."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The divine glutton, Helianth, has scaled a wall of the Keep of Painted Leaves, and is now perched atop the roof of the keep's library with its wings spread wide like a crooked godly gargoyle. It looks around at the domain of the Autumn King, a bittersweet nostalgia filling its thoughts.
Ave, who was walking by, walks over to them and waves. Their cats jump off their shoulder and on to Heliath's, purring contently
*Sorry about the delay*
The cats manage to find purchase on the 'shoulders' of the sunflower, dodging the thorns and fire. The crooked god waves to them as well with one of its twisted arms.
The mute archfey seems to smile but the stitches in their mouth prevent it. The cat with blue eyes laughs lightly "They say hi to you my friend."
"Hello to you all as well. Who are you?" It responds, the twisted wretch of a god seeming happy as well- though, they don't have any face to speak of to convey that.
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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 divine glutton, Helianth, has scaled a wall of the Keep of Painted Leaves, and is now perched atop the roof of the keep's library with its wings spread wide like a crooked godly gargoyle. It looks around at the domain of the Autumn King, a bittersweet nostalgia filling its thoughts.
Ave, who was walking by, walks over to them and waves. Their cats jump off their shoulder and on to Heliath's, purring contently
*Sorry about the delay*
The cats manage to find purchase on the 'shoulders' of the sunflower, dodging the thorns and fire. The crooked god waves to them as well with one of its twisted arms.
The mute archfey seems to smile but the stitches in their mouth prevent it. The cat with blue eyes laughs lightly "They say hi to you my friend."
"Hello to you all as well. Who are you?" It responds, the twisted wretch of a god seeming happy as well- though, they don't have any face to speak of to convey that.
"I am Tobor and this is my sister, Rascal!" the green-eyed cat bows their head "We are the voices for Ave, the Archfey of blessings!" they turn to Ave who is kicking a rock around.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The mute archfey seems to smile but the stitches in their mouth prevent it. The cat with blue eyes laughs lightly "They say hi to you my friend."
"Hello to you all as well. Who are you?" It responds, the twisted wretch of a god seeming happy as well- though, they don't have any face to speak of to convey that.
"I am Tobor and this is my sister, Rascal!" the green-eyed cat bows their head "We are the voices for Ave, the Archfey of blessings!" they turn to Ave who is kicking a rock around.
The sunflower bows slightly to Ave. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Helianth. I'd say one of my titles as well, but they weren't given to me with respect or praise in mind."
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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)
Otto is digging himself out of his shallow grave, humming to himself as the sun rises. Wildflowers (read: weeds) have grown over the hole he had dug for himself.
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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.
Otto is digging himself out of his shallow grave, humming to himself as the sun rises. Wildflowers (read: weeds) have grown over the hole he had dug for himself.
Helianth is rooted into the soil nearby, deep in thought as it looks up at the 'sun' above. It's unclear how long it's been there for.
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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)
Otto is digging himself out of his shallow grave, humming to himself as the sun rises. Wildflowers (read: weeds) have grown over the hole he had dug for himself.
Helianth is rooted into the soil nearby, deep in thought as it looks up at the 'sun' above. It's unclear how long it's been there for.
He crawls out of the earth and toward it, much like a massive worm. He sits down beside it, the dirt on his clothes falling off and leaving him perfectly clean. Nonetheless, he wipes off his glasses. "Even a fake sun hurts when it gets high enough. I overslept today."
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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.
The mute archfey seems to smile but the stitches in their mouth prevent it. The cat with blue eyes laughs lightly "They say hi to you my friend."
"Hello to you all as well. Who are you?" It responds, the twisted wretch of a god seeming happy as well- though, they don't have any face to speak of to convey that.
"I am Tobor and this is my sister, Rascal!" the green-eyed cat bows their head "We are the voices for Ave, the Archfey of blessings!" they turn to Ave who is kicking a rock around.
The sunflower bows slightly to Ave. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Helianth. I'd say one of my titles as well, but they weren't given to me with respect or praise in mind."
"Still a title dear, own it! Show those who gave it to you you do not fear it!" Tobor meowed and jumped down from their shoulder.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Otto is digging himself out of his shallow grave, humming to himself as the sun rises. Wildflowers (read: weeds) have grown over the hole he had dug for himself.
Helianth is rooted into the soil nearby, deep in thought as it looks up at the 'sun' above. It's unclear how long it's been there for.
He crawls out of the earth and toward it, much like a massive worm. He sits down beside it, the dirt on his clothes falling off and leaving him perfectly clean. Nonetheless, he wipes off his glasses. "Even a fake sun hurts when it gets high enough. I overslept today."
"...It's a ghastly thing, isn't it?" The flower speaks, talking about that same fake star. "It fouls this land with unnatural light, only a shell of what any sun ought to be. That, and it tastes awful."
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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)
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He gets up does a little softshoe dance, grinning so wide that you can see plenty of the dark, colorless space between his teeth and his cheeks. He dances in a circle, ending right where he began. He plunges his hand into the dirt and roots around for a second, closing his strange eyes. Then, he pulls out a big fat nightcrawler. He tries to hand it to Ave. "Here, this one is my favorite."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Ave, once again, mimicking his looks, takes it and barely opens their lips to push it past the threads. They begin to chew, black blood beading up from the threads holes from the effort.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He seems sad suddenly. He looks around in his briefcase (filled with apples and measuring equipment) and removes a handkerchief. He dabs it against their lips to clean the blood up. "I like worms. They remind me of myself. Soft and small and unwanted... and they hide when the sun gets too high, afraid of bright lights and... fire... but they're important. Some people love worms." He sits down.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They sit down beside him and poke his cheek before drawing a smiley face in the dirt. The cats laugh madly "Seems you made a friend!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He leans against the archfey, taking a deep breath. "I'm scared of being a worm. I have to be everyone's friend, or they'll crush me." He looks at the dirt under his fingernails. "Thank you for helping me." His skin has begun to crack and peel. He stays in Ave's shadow. "Even here, the sun is too much."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Ave's long black hair suddenly moves on its own, becoming a shield from the sun. They watch him silently except for the chatter of their cats.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*hello*
Claimed by SilverRaccoon3
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*Goooooooooood morning, everyone!*
The divine glutton, Helianth, has scaled a wall of the Keep of Painted Leaves, and is now perched atop the roof of the keep's library with its wings spread wide like a crooked godly gargoyle. It looks around at the domain of the Autumn King, a bittersweet nostalgia filling its thoughts.
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)
Ave, who was walking by, walks over to them and waves. Their cats jump off their shoulder and on to Heliath's, purring contently
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sorry about the delay*
The cats manage to find purchase on the 'shoulders' of the sunflower, dodging the thorns and fire. The crooked god waves to them as well with one of its twisted arms.
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)
*Hopelessly immobile as you root into the ground
All your skin begin to harden to a thick rugged brown
Every limb will pierce your body from the trunk out through the crown
Still it's nothing like the suffering you've wrought the world around*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The mute archfey seems to smile but the stitches in their mouth prevent it. The cat with blue eyes laughs lightly "They say hi to you my friend."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hello to you all as well. Who are you?" It responds, the twisted wretch of a god seeming happy as well- though, they don't have any face to speak of to convey that.
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 am Tobor and this is my sister, Rascal!" the green-eyed cat bows their head "We are the voices for Ave, the Archfey of blessings!" they turn to Ave who is kicking a rock around.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The sunflower bows slightly to Ave. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Helianth. I'd say one of my titles as well, but they weren't given to me with respect or praise in mind."
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)
Otto is digging himself out of his shallow grave, humming to himself as the sun rises. Wildflowers (read: weeds) have grown over the hole he had dug for himself.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Helianth is rooted into the soil nearby, deep in thought as it looks up at the 'sun' above. It's unclear how long it's been there for.
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 crawls out of the earth and toward it, much like a massive worm. He sits down beside it, the dirt on his clothes falling off and leaving him perfectly clean. Nonetheless, he wipes off his glasses. "Even a fake sun hurts when it gets high enough. I overslept today."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Still a title dear, own it! Show those who gave it to you you do not fear it!" Tobor meowed and jumped down from their shoulder.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"...It's a ghastly thing, isn't it?" The flower speaks, talking about that same fake star. "It fouls this land with unnatural light, only a shell of what any sun ought to be. That, and it tastes awful."
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)