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.
*Should I tone down how insane this character is?*
They bow and turn to their pot, beginning to stir it.
*I actually think it’s pretty fun. Mother Moth is interesting with characters like this. If you think it’s too much, you can if you want, but it’s not a problem for me.*
she sits down on her knees, watching them work with interest. Her antennae are twitching quite a bit, raised above her head instead of hidden beneath her hair like usual.
"Your wings..." They murmur, not looking up. "What do they mean?"
The familiar begins work on some dough, using a stump as a table.
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.
*Should I tone down how insane this character is?*
They bow and turn to their pot, beginning to stir it.
*I actually think it’s pretty fun. Mother Moth is interesting with characters like this. If you think it’s too much, you can if you want, but it’s not a problem for me.*
she sits down on her knees, watching them work with interest. Her antennae are twitching quite a bit, raised above her head instead of hidden beneath her hair like usual.
"Your wings..." They murmur, not looking up. "What do they mean?"
The familiar begins work on some dough, using a stump as a table.
*sorry, I might be slow on responses for a bit, I’m really tired :<*
”hmm?” She looks up to them. “What do you mean by that?…”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-How Do You Do, I- See you met my faithful handyman.He’s just a little brought down because, when you knocked, He thought you were the candyman-_
_-Queen on a throne of Bouquets-__-ready for Clown boy summer-_ _-A heart in Summer Nights-_
“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.
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.
"Your wings..." They murmur, not looking up. "What do they mean?"
The familiar begins work on some dough, using a stump as a table.
*sorry, I might be slow on responses for a bit, I’m really tired :<*
”hmm?” She looks up to them. “What do you mean by that?…”
*It's okay to need rest. Take all the time you need. You don't even have to respond, and I'm happy that you give me your time in general.*
"If you were a devil, I would find it easy to understand your body language. I'm not as experienced with fey, at least not in having positive interactions. I'm too... hag-ish for most." They suddenly look out into the woods. There is nothing there. "Steak." The gingerbread familiar runs off in that direction.
"A reverse? What do you mean by that?" They crawl forward on all fours, moving slowly but deftly through the snow.
“Have you heard of demon possessed people, or people with demons in them? Instead of a demon I have a dragon in me.”
"I've known a couple witches with similar curses. Let me see." He gets up into a crouch, looking through his satchel. "I might have something that could help. Not cure, but help."
"A reverse? What do you mean by that?" They crawl forward on all fours, moving slowly but deftly through the snow.
“Have you heard of demon possessed people, or people with demons in them? Instead of a demon I have a dragon in me.”
"I've known a couple witches with similar curses. Let me see." He gets up into a crouch, looking through his satchel. "I might have something that could help. Not cure, but help."
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've known a couple witches with similar curses. Let me see." He gets up into a crouch, looking through his satchel. "I might have something that could help. Not cure, but help."
“What, would it let me control the dragon?”
"I'll need more information. Don't expect a quick fix, friend. Witchcraft is an art, not a science." They pull out some roots of various shapes and colors.
"I've known a couple witches with similar curses. Let me see." He gets up into a crouch, looking through his satchel. "I might have something that could help. Not cure, but help."
“What, would it let me control the dragon?”
"I'll need more information. Don't expect a quick fix, friend. Witchcraft is an art, not a science." They pull out some roots of various shapes and colors.
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'll need more information. Don't expect a quick fix, friend. Witchcraft is an art, not a science." They pull out some roots of various shapes and colors.
“What type of information?”
"Whatever you know about the possession, or the entity inside of you."
"I'll need more information. Don't expect a quick fix, friend. Witchcraft is an art, not a science." They pull out some roots of various shapes and colors.
“What type of information?”
"Whatever you know about the possession, or the entity inside of you."
“I know that it started when I observed a dragon’s skeleton.”
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.
*Sure*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*want my new character.*
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.
*Sounds cool, go for it*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Your wings..." They murmur, not looking up. "What do they mean?"
The familiar begins work on some dough, using a stump as a table.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*:)*
A young human is looking around for something, he appears to be trying to find a reverse for something.
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.
The witch sits on a nearby headstone, watching. "What seems to be the matter, little one?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*sorry, I might be slow on responses for a bit, I’m really tired :<*
”hmm?” She looks up to them. “What do you mean by that?…”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-How Do You Do, I- See you met my faithful handyman. He’s just a little brought down because, when you knocked, He thought you were the candyman-_
_-Queen on a throne of Bouquets-_ _-ready for Clown boy summer-_ _-A heart in Summer Nights-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Looking for a reverse for something.” He picks up a book and sees something, he mutters “If it works on demons, will it work on dragons?”
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.
"A reverse? What do you mean by that?" They crawl forward on all fours, moving slowly but deftly through the snow.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Have you heard of demon possessed people, or people with demons in them? Instead of a demon I have a dragon in 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.
*It's okay to need rest. Take all the time you need. You don't even have to respond, and I'm happy that you give me your time in general.*
"If you were a devil, I would find it easy to understand your body language. I'm not as experienced with fey, at least not in having positive interactions. I'm too... hag-ish for most." They suddenly look out into the woods. There is nothing there. "Steak." The gingerbread familiar runs off in that direction.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I've known a couple witches with similar curses. Let me see." He gets up into a crouch, looking through his satchel. "I might have something that could help. Not cure, but help."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“What, would it let me control the dragon?”
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'll need more information. Don't expect a quick fix, friend. Witchcraft is an art, not a science." They pull out some roots of various shapes and colors.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“What type of information?”
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.
"Whatever you know about the possession, or the entity inside of you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I know that it started when I observed a dragon’s skeleton.”
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 look up, an exasperated look in their red eyes. "Anything else? I can't work on that alone."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Only that I turn half way into a dragon when I lose control. I’m still conscious so I can see that I grow red scales.”
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.
"Hmm..." They rub their chin. "Can you show me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels