*Gooood afternoon, everyone! It's been a long while since I've visited the land of eternal autumn, so I hope to rekindle the flames a touch. Now, let me paint you a picture...*
Adeline, clad in the silken dress that Goto gifted her all that time ago, is wandering around the Sanctuary's perimeter, urgently looking for people she recognizes as if on some important mission- and in a sense, she is. Within the burrow at the heart of the sanctuary, her cocoon lies among those of all her moth siblings, empty. Waiting for her. But she's not ready yet- there's one thing she must do before then. If these are her last moments of humanity, she thinks, she'd like to spend them with those she cares 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)
*Gooood afternoon, everyone! It's been a long while since I've visited the land of eternal autumn, so I hope to rekindle the flames a touch. Now, let me paint you a picture...*
Adeline, clad in the silken dress that Goto gifted her all that time ago, is wandering around the Sanctuary's perimeter, urgently looking for people she recognizes as if on some important mission- and in a sense, she is. Within the burrow at the heart of the sanctuary, her cocoon lies among those of all her moth siblings, empty. Waiting for her. But she's not ready yet- there's one thing she must do before then. If these are her last moments of humanity, she thinks, she'd like to spend them with those she cares about.
Goto sits by the fire, a blanket over his slumped shoulders and his head hanging down. Snow has begun to pile on his back.
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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.
*Gooood afternoon, everyone! It's been a long while since I've visited the land of eternal autumn, so I hope to rekindle the flames a touch. Now, let me paint you a picture...*
Adeline, clad in the silken dress that Goto gifted her all that time ago, is wandering around the Sanctuary's perimeter, urgently looking for people she recognizes as if on some important mission- and in a sense, she is. Within the burrow at the heart of the sanctuary, her cocoon lies among those of all her moth siblings, empty. Waiting for her. But she's not ready yet- there's one thing she must do before then. If these are her last moments of humanity, she thinks, she'd like to spend them with those she cares about.
Goto sits by the fire, a blanket over his slumped shoulders and his head hanging down. Snow has begun to pile on his back.
Adeline sits beside the fire nearby, letting her quilted shawl hang over her shoulders to catch its warmth. "Hello, Goto. It's been a little while since we've talked. How have you been?" She starts, smiling the faintest bit, though something still weighs on her 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)
Goto sits by the fire, a blanket over his slumped shoulders and his head hanging down. Snow has begun to pile on his back.
Adeline sits beside the fire nearby, letting her quilted shawl hang over her shoulders to catch its warmth. "Hello, Goto. It's been a little while since we've talked. How have you been?" She starts, smiling the faintest bit, though something still weighs on her mind.
He doesn't respond. She notices that frost has formed on his body, and he is perfectly still. She doesn't see any fog from his breath, and the red lights in his eyes don't shine.
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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.
Goto sits by the fire, a blanket over his slumped shoulders and his head hanging down. Snow has begun to pile on his back.
Adeline sits beside the fire nearby, letting her quilted shawl hang over her shoulders to catch its warmth. "Hello, Goto. It's been a little while since we've talked. How have you been?" She starts, smiling the faintest bit, though something still weighs on her mind.
He doesn't respond. She notices that frost has formed on his body, and he is perfectly still. She doesn't see any fog from his breath, and the red lights in his eyes don't shine.
Her expression and thoughts shift into worry the more of these details she notices. "...Goto? Are you okay?" If possible, she carefully holds his arm to check for a pulse.
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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 doesn't respond. She notices that frost has formed on his body, and he is perfectly still. She doesn't see any fog from his breath, and the red lights in his eyes don't shine.
Her expression and thoughts shift into worry the more of these details she notices. "...Goto? Are you okay?" If possible, she carefully holds his arm to check for a pulse.
Goto sits by the fire, a blanket over his slumped shoulders and his head hanging down. Snow has begun to pile on his back.
Adeline sits beside the fire nearby, letting her quilted shawl hang over her shoulders to catch its warmth. "Hello, Goto. It's been a little while since we've talked. How have you been?" She starts, smiling the faintest bit, though something still weighs on her mind.
He doesn't respond. She notices that frost has formed on his body, and he is perfectly still. She doesn't see any fog from his breath, and the red lights in his eyes don't shine.
Her expression and thoughts shift into worry the more of these details she notices. "...Goto? Are you okay?" If possible, she carefully holds his arm to check for a pulse.
She feels the ice crackle, but no pulse.
Goto is dead.
Her heart plummets when she can't find the pulse, her worry only growing. She doesn't want to believe it. "G- Goto?... Please wake up..." She checks his neck for a pulse. Nothing. "Come on, this isn't funny..." Tears drip onto the damp earth around the fire. She tries to listen for a heartbeat. Nothing. "...no... no, this... this can't..." She tries to sense some lingering hint of magic, but her antennae don't work like that. "...please..."
With nothing that she can do, and her hopes dashed, the moth clings to where there was once light, sobbing, grieving. She can't stop shivering.
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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)
Her heart plummets when she can't find the pulse, her worry only growing. She doesn't want to believe it. "G- Goto?... Please wake up..." She checks his neck for a pulse. Nothing. "Come on, this isn't funny..." Tears drip onto the damp earth around the fire. She tries to listen for a heartbeat. Nothing. "...no... no, this... this can't..." She tries to sense some lingering hint of magic, but her antennae don't work like that. "...please..."
With nothing that she can do, and her hopes dashed, the moth clings to where there was once light, sobbing, grieving. She can't stop shivering.
No one comes to comfort her. One of his eyes falls out, cracked and frozen. A short obituary is engraved into it.
Not even the curseflame could save him, but he stuck it out to the end. He was slowly freezing from the inside-out for months, looking for a way to save himself.
But it seems his curse couldn't help but hurt those around him. The only blessing he left for his friends was another grave to dig.
*Gooood afternoon, everyone! It's been a long while since I've visited the land of eternal autumn, so I hope to rekindle the flames a touch. Now, let me paint you a picture...*
Adeline, clad in the silken dress that Goto gifted her all that time ago, is wandering around the Sanctuary's perimeter, urgently looking for people she recognizes as if on some important mission- and in a sense, she is. Within the burrow at the heart of the sanctuary, her cocoon lies among those of all her moth siblings, empty. Waiting for her. But she's not ready yet- there's one thing she must do before then. If these are her last moments of humanity, she thinks, she'd like to spend them with those she cares 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)
Goto sits by the fire, a blanket over his slumped shoulders and his head hanging down. Snow has begun to pile on his back.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Adeline sits beside the fire nearby, letting her quilted shawl hang over her shoulders to catch its warmth. "Hello, Goto. It's been a little while since we've talked. How have you been?" She starts, smiling the faintest bit, though something still weighs on her 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)
He doesn't respond. She notices that frost has formed on his body, and he is perfectly still. She doesn't see any fog from his breath, and the red lights in his eyes don't shine.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Her expression and thoughts shift into worry the more of these details she notices. "...Goto? Are you okay?" If possible, she carefully holds his arm to check for a pulse.
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)
She feels the ice crackle, but no pulse.
Goto is dead.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Side note: His vision has him living alone, so this means that the futures he sees can be changed.*
*Also, Trauma Time.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Her heart plummets when she can't find the pulse, her worry only growing. She doesn't want to believe it. "G- Goto?... Please wake up..." She checks his neck for a pulse. Nothing. "Come on, this isn't funny..." Tears drip onto the damp earth around the fire. She tries to listen for a heartbeat. Nothing. "...no... no, this... this can't..." She tries to sense some lingering hint of magic, but her antennae don't work like that. "...please..."
With nothing that she can do, and her hopes dashed, the moth clings to where there was once light, sobbing, grieving. She can't stop shivering.
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)
No one comes to comfort her. One of his eyes falls out, cracked and frozen. A short obituary is engraved into it.
Not even the curseflame could save him, but he stuck it out to the end. He was slowly freezing from the inside-out for months, looking for a way to save himself.
But it seems his curse couldn't help but hurt those around him. The only blessing he left for his friends was another grave to dig.
I'm sorr
It cuts off there.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.