A young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
The goo crawls over to him.
“Speak. I cannot hear you.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
“No thank you. I can see your soul already… I do not need permission, I just ask for it to be kind.”
He tries without consent. Roll a wisdom saving throw higher than 19.
23
“I need a host. Just let me.”
“Your soul is impure. Let me cleanse you.”
“How?”
“No, no, I cannot…” He closes his eyes.
“Tell me.”
“Cleansing you would corrupt me.”
“I take the alignment of my host. Bonding with you would make my less evil.”
“I have a message for the leader of the Autumn Court. I have been sent as a protector. I cannot do that as a host to a creature.”
“You’d be in control unless you relinquish control to me.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"I already do. I draw it from the myriad of curses placed upon me. Debilitating, agonizing curses. My lungs burn every second, filled with carbonated liquid. Sleep is a luxury I can rarely afford even when I can manage it. You wouldn't believe what a terrible choice you can make in this moment." They lean close, cackling quietly. "Wanna try it?"
“What? And one of the powers I can grant you is regeneration. I’ll help you survive if you help me survive by being my host.”
"What a one-track mind you have. Regeneration means nothing to me. Not like this. If I were injured, it might be different. You need me, and I don't need you. What worth do you present to even out the equation?" They begin to slump to the side, their voice and demeanor fading as they sink into the clutches of cold once more.
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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.
A young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
The goo crawls over to him.
“Speak. I cannot hear you.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
“No thank you. I can see your soul already… I do not need permission, I just ask for it to be kind.”
He tries without consent. Roll a wisdom saving throw higher than 19.
23
“I need a host. Just let me.”
“Your soul is impure. Let me cleanse you.”
“How?”
“No, no, I cannot…” He closes his eyes.
“Tell me.”
“Cleansing you would corrupt me.”
“I take the alignment of my host. Bonding with you would make my less evil.”
“I have a message for the leader of the Autumn Court. I have been sent as a protector. I cannot do that as a host to a creature.”
“You’d be in control unless you relinquish control to me.”
“I will not hold a creature willing to attack me inside of me. When you tried to take control of me, you attacked me.”
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”I assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
“I wouldn’t wish to, but I won’t attempt to try and bond with you again.” ‘Mainly because I can’t.’
“Explain. Explain, and then tell me why you had attacked me in the first place. Then, I will choose whether or not I will kill you.”
“Ive been here almost 24 hours. In this planet’s conditions I can only survive 24 hours without a host. I needed a temporary host before I found a more permanent host.”
“You could have said that before you tried to violently attack me.” She hisses.
“Well, I’m sorry. Can you be a temporary host till I find a more permanent host. I’m thinking someone more dragon like.”
”and why. Should. I. Do. That?”
“Do you want extraordinary abilities? I told you earlier.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
”I assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
“I wouldn’t wish to, but I won’t attempt to try and bond with you again.” ‘Mainly because I can’t.’
“Explain. Explain, and then tell me why you had attacked me in the first place. Then, I will choose whether or not I will kill you.”
“Ive been here almost 24 hours. In this planet’s conditions I can only survive 24 hours without a host. I needed a temporary host before I found a more permanent host.”
“You could have said that before you tried to violently attack me.” She hisses.
“Well, I’m sorry. Can you be a temporary host till I find a more permanent host. I’m thinking someone more dragon like.”
”and why. Should. I. Do. That?”
“Do you want extraordinary abilities? I told you earlier.”
“I am an archfey. I am hardly lacking in extraordinary abilities, creature.”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"I already do. I draw it from the myriad of curses placed upon me. Debilitating, agonizing curses. My lungs burn every second, filled with carbonated liquid. Sleep is a luxury I can rarely afford even when I can manage it. You wouldn't believe what a terrible choice you can make in this moment." They lean close, cackling quietly. "Wanna try it?"
“What? And one of the powers I can grant you is regeneration. I’ll help you survive if you help me survive by being my host.”
"What a one-track mind you have. Regeneration means nothing to me. Not like this. If I were injured, it might be different. You need me, and I don't need you. What worth do you present to even out the equation?" They begin to slump to the side, their voice and demeanor fading as they sink into the clutches of cold once more.
“I can give you abilities such as better intimidation, turning hands to weapons, tendril creation, shapeshifting, and superhuman speed and strength.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
”I assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
“I wouldn’t wish to, but I won’t attempt to try and bond with you again.” ‘Mainly because I can’t.’
“Explain. Explain, and then tell me why you had attacked me in the first place. Then, I will choose whether or not I will kill you.”
“Ive been here almost 24 hours. In this planet’s conditions I can only survive 24 hours without a host. I needed a temporary host before I found a more permanent host.”
“You could have said that before you tried to violently attack me.” She hisses.
“Well, I’m sorry. Can you be a temporary host till I find a more permanent host. I’m thinking someone more dragon like.”
”and why. Should. I. Do. That?”
“Do you want extraordinary abilities? I told you earlier.”
“I am an archfey. I am hardly lacking in extraordinary abilities, creature.”
“Well, you don’t seem very friendly though.” He then starts to speak quieter, “I think my siblings are probably having an easier time finding hosts.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
”I assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
“I wouldn’t wish to, but I won’t attempt to try and bond with you again.” ‘Mainly because I can’t.’
“Explain. Explain, and then tell me why you had attacked me in the first place. Then, I will choose whether or not I will kill you.”
“Ive been here almost 24 hours. In this planet’s conditions I can only survive 24 hours without a host. I needed a temporary host before I found a more permanent host.”
“You could have said that before you tried to violently attack me.” She hisses.
“Well, I’m sorry. Can you be a temporary host till I find a more permanent host. I’m thinking someone more dragon like.”
”and why. Should. I. Do. That?”
“Do you want extraordinary abilities? I told you earlier.”
“I am an archfey. I am hardly lacking in extraordinary abilities, creature.”
“Well, you don’t seem very friendly though.” He then starts to speak quieter, “I think my siblings are probably having an easier time finding hosts.”
”you attacked me. And you have siblings?”
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
”I assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
“I wouldn’t wish to, but I won’t attempt to try and bond with you again.” ‘Mainly because I can’t.’
“Explain. Explain, and then tell me why you had attacked me in the first place. Then, I will choose whether or not I will kill you.”
“Ive been here almost 24 hours. In this planet’s conditions I can only survive 24 hours without a host. I needed a temporary host before I found a more permanent host.”
“You could have said that before you tried to violently attack me.” She hisses.
“Well, I’m sorry. Can you be a temporary host till I find a more permanent host. I’m thinking someone more dragon like.”
”and why. Should. I. Do. That?”
“Do you want extraordinary abilities? I told you earlier.”
“I am an archfey. I am hardly lacking in extraordinary abilities, creature.”
“Well, you don’t seem very friendly though.” He then starts to speak quieter, “I think my siblings are probably having an easier time finding hosts.”
”you attacked me. And you have siblings?”
“I didn’t attack you! I just tried bonding with you. And that’s not your business.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
”I assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
“I wouldn’t wish to, but I won’t attempt to try and bond with you again.” ‘Mainly because I can’t.’
“Explain. Explain, and then tell me why you had attacked me in the first place. Then, I will choose whether or not I will kill you.”
“Ive been here almost 24 hours. In this planet’s conditions I can only survive 24 hours without a host. I needed a temporary host before I found a more permanent host.”
“You could have said that before you tried to violently attack me.” She hisses.
“Well, I’m sorry. Can you be a temporary host till I find a more permanent host. I’m thinking someone more dragon like.”
”and why. Should. I. Do. That?”
“Do you want extraordinary abilities? I told you earlier.”
“I am an archfey. I am hardly lacking in extraordinary abilities, creature.”
“Well, you don’t seem very friendly though.” He then starts to speak quieter, “I think my siblings are probably having an easier time finding hosts.”
”you attacked me. And you have siblings?”
“I didn’t attack you! I just tried bonding with you. And that’s not your business.”
“Which is a form of attack, you amoeba.” She hisses again, her eyes glowing with actual moonlight.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
”I assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
“I wouldn’t wish to, but I won’t attempt to try and bond with you again.” ‘Mainly because I can’t.’
“Explain. Explain, and then tell me why you had attacked me in the first place. Then, I will choose whether or not I will kill you.”
“Ive been here almost 24 hours. In this planet’s conditions I can only survive 24 hours without a host. I needed a temporary host before I found a more permanent host.”
“You could have said that before you tried to violently attack me.” She hisses.
“Well, I’m sorry. Can you be a temporary host till I find a more permanent host. I’m thinking someone more dragon like.”
”and why. Should. I. Do. That?”
“Do you want extraordinary abilities? I told you earlier.”
“I am an archfey. I am hardly lacking in extraordinary abilities, creature.”
“Well, you don’t seem very friendly though.” He then starts to speak quieter, “I think my siblings are probably having an easier time finding hosts.”
”you attacked me. And you have siblings?”
“I didn’t attack you! I just tried bonding with you. And that’s not your business.”
“Which is a form of attack, you amoeba.” She hisses again, her eyes glowing with actual moonlight.
“Attack means I try and damage you! I’m not trying to damage you!”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
This witch is a well of black magic. Their lungs seem to be the nexus point of all the magic, but it flows into their veins. They hack up some red, bubbling liquid, which freezes almost instantly. They chuckle darkly. "I am... f-filled with near-froz-zen sod-da. I c-can't slee-eep to press-sss-sserve warmth."
She gasps. “Oh, dear-…” she takes a few steps closer, her wings flaring up. “You poor thing- I wish I could help-…” she begins, her eyes now glowing softly with moonlight.
They take a long, shallow, gurgling breath. Their eyes begin to glow, flickering with sanguine light and flitting about wildly. "Heheheh... I used to be... an entertainer..." They seem to be warming up. "Before that, a scholar..." They stand to their full height, towering above Mother Moth on gangly, unsteady limbs. "And now I am a witch. And as a witch, I understand that you are more than some... insect hybrid." More soda pours from their mouth as their mask cracks into a smile. "I don't believe you are as helpless as you say." They begin to cackle, a nasty REEHEEHEEHEE sound, taking a long stride closer. Then, they fold back up, turning away as the light fades and the mask seems to heal. "But... you don't want to share with me..."
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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.
"What a one-track mind you have. Regeneration means nothing to me. Not like this. If I were injured, it might be different. You need me, and I don't need you. What worth do you present to even out the equation?" They begin to slump to the side, their voice and demeanor fading as they sink into the clutches of cold once more.
“I can give you abilities such as better intimidation, turning hands to weapons, tendril creation, shapeshifting, and superhuman speed and strength.”
"No." They whisper near-silently. Ice begins to form across their body. "Le..." They move slightly closer to the fire, the rest of the word too quiet to hear.
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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.
This witch is a well of black magic. Their lungs seem to be the nexus point of all the magic, but it flows into their veins. They hack up some red, bubbling liquid, which freezes almost instantly. They chuckle darkly. "I am... f-filled with near-froz-zen sod-da. I c-can't slee-eep to press-sss-sserve warmth."
She gasps. “Oh, dear-…” she takes a few steps closer, her wings flaring up. “You poor thing- I wish I could help-…” she begins, her eyes now glowing softly with moonlight.
They take a long, shallow, gurgling breath. Their eyes begin to glow, flickering with sanguine light and flitting about wildly. "Heheheh... I used to be... an entertainer..." They seem to be warming up. "Before that, a scholar..." They stand to their full height, towering above Mother Moth on gangly, unsteady limbs. "And now I am a witch. And as a witch, I understand that you are more than some... insect hybrid." More soda pours from their mouth as their mask cracks into a smile. "I don't believe you are as helpless as you say." They begin to cackle, a nasty REEHEEHEEHEE sound, taking a long stride closer. Then, they fold back up, turning away as the light fades and the mask seems to heal. "But... you don't want to share with me..."
She backs away slightly, her wings wrapping back around her. “I-… might be able to help you. But my power isn’t what it once was-… and I don’t know the nature of your curse-…” she takes a step forward, just a bit closer. “But I would love to try to help-… I’d want nothing more than for you to heal…”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"What a one-track mind you have. Regeneration means nothing to me. Not like this. If I were injured, it might be different. You need me, and I don't need you. What worth do you present to even out the equation?" They begin to slump to the side, their voice and demeanor fading as they sink into the clutches of cold once more.
“I can give you abilities such as better intimidation, turning hands to weapons, tendril creation, shapeshifting, and superhuman speed and strength.”
"No." They whisper near-silently. Ice begins to form across their body. "Le..." They move slightly closer to the fire, the rest of the word too quiet to hear.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
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“You’d be in control unless you relinquish control to me.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"What a one-track mind you have. Regeneration means nothing to me. Not like this. If I were injured, it might be different. You need me, and I don't need you. What worth do you present to even out the equation?" They begin to slump to the side, their voice and demeanor fading as they sink into the clutches of cold once more.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I will not hold a creature willing to attack me inside of me. When you tried to take control of me, you attacked me.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“Do you want extraordinary abilities? I told you earlier.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*cut with naner.*
”I did not! I simply tried to bond with you.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I am an archfey. I am hardly lacking in extraordinary abilities, creature.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“I can give you abilities such as better intimidation, turning hands to weapons, tendril creation, shapeshifting, and superhuman speed and strength.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Well, you don’t seem very friendly though.” He then starts to speak quieter, “I think my siblings are probably having an easier time finding hosts.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
”you attacked me. And you have siblings?”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“I didn’t attack you! I just tried bonding with you. And that’s not your business.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Which is a form of attack, you amoeba.” She hisses again, her eyes glowing with actual moonlight.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Attack means I try and damage you! I’m not trying to damage you!”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
They take a long, shallow, gurgling breath. Their eyes begin to glow, flickering with sanguine light and flitting about wildly. "Heheheh... I used to be... an entertainer..." They seem to be warming up. "Before that, a scholar..." They stand to their full height, towering above Mother Moth on gangly, unsteady limbs. "And now I am a witch. And as a witch, I understand that you are more than some... insect hybrid." More soda pours from their mouth as their mask cracks into a smile. "I don't believe you are as helpless as you say." They begin to cackle, a nasty REEHEEHEEHEE sound, taking a long stride closer. Then, they fold back up, turning away as the light fades and the mask seems to heal. "But... you don't want to share with me..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No." They whisper near-silently. Ice begins to form across their body. "Le..." They move slightly closer to the fire, the rest of the word too quiet to hear.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*cut with Circle*
“I-l… I don’t care. You had attempted to practically possess me when I had shown no aggression towards you whatsoever.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
She backs away slightly, her wings wrapping back around her. “I-… might be able to help you. But my power isn’t what it once was-… and I don’t know the nature of your curse-…” she takes a step forward, just a bit closer. “But I would love to try to help-… I’d want nothing more than for you to heal…”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“I didn’t try to possess you! That means I take control. I can only control my host if they relinquish control.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I-…I don’t want you inside of me, plain and simple. Now, leave, or I will consider killing you.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Now’s my chance.” Roll higher than 16.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Fine.” Around the corner he spots a Dragonborn the thread still inside him you here him say, “Yes! A host.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.