Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate; but you can just call me They/Them I am a young teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+ [roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
*I'm sorry to hear that- I tend to struggle with similar feelings now and then. If it helps at all, one thing that might help is thinking about all the people that care about you. Be they friends or family or something else, those people caring about a person means there's a strong likelihood they're not as bad as they might think sometimes.* *I'm truly sorry if this is overstepping- I'm not the best with words of comfort, but I care.*
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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)
*I'm sorry to hear that- I tend to struggle with similar feelings now and then. If it helps at all, one thing that might help is thinking about all the people that care about you. Be they friends or family or something else, those people caring about a person means there's a strong likelihood they're not as bad as they might think sometimes.* *I'm truly sorry if this is overstepping- I'm not the best with words of comfort, but I care.*
*I think thats great advice,
It wont work for me, i hate myself for diffrent reason
Actually, i hate myself, for basiclly everything
And, i hate myself for hating myslef*
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate; but you can just call me They/Them I am a young teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+ [roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
"...Yes..." They rub their cheek against her. "Don't... let her find you... she kills everyone... She killed... She...she... b-b-bur..." She chokes on her words with a tiny squeak, and doesn't continue. She buries her face in Adeline's shoulder.
*Good place to end for this one, I think*
"I know... I'll do my best to make sure she won't find us. Promise." Adeline continues to hold her, though her thoughts are drifting slightly towards that unnerving realization. Her old family, that miracle... had it all been planned? The moth-child can't help but worry... but she knows that's all in the past. Soon, it won't be able to hurt her anymore.
*I agree- Hopefully we can continue with Adeline and company in the morrow! Until then, I wish you a good night!*
The strugel's breathing slows and deepens. She's fallen asleep. Blood runs from her nose.
Adeline hears a howl in the distance. A hunting hound's call.
"...Yes..." They rub their cheek against her. "Don't... let her find you... she kills everyone... She killed... She...she... b-b-bur..." She chokes on her words with a tiny squeak, and doesn't continue. She buries her face in Adeline's shoulder.
*Good place to end for this one, I think*
"I know... I'll do my best to make sure she won't find us. Promise." Adeline continues to hold her, though her thoughts are drifting slightly towards that unnerving realization. Her old family, that miracle... had it all been planned? The moth-child can't help but worry... but she knows that's all in the past. Soon, it won't be able to hurt her anymore.
*I agree- Hopefully we can continue with Adeline and company in the morrow! Until then, I wish you a good night!*
The strugel's breathing slows and deepens. She's fallen asleep. Blood runs from her nose.
Adeline hears a howl in the distance. A hunting hound's call.
The nymph shudders at the sound of the howl, panic beginning to stir within her mind. She very carefully picks up Carnival and moves her to a more comfortable and hidden spot in the burrow, leaving her quilted shawl with them as an extra layer of warmth. "I'll be back soon, stay safe." She whispers, even though odds are Carnival can't hear her.
Adeline cautiously and quietly looks outside the burrow's entrance, looking around the sanctuary for signs of if the hound and its keeper are getting any closer.
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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 strugel's breathing slows and deepens. She's fallen asleep. Blood runs from her nose.
Adeline hears a howl in the distance. A hunting hound's call.
The nymph shudders at the sound of the howl, panic beginning to stir within her mind. She very carefully picks up Carnival and moves her to a more comfortable and hidden spot in the burrow, leaving her quilted shawl with them as an extra layer of warmth. "I'll be back soon, stay safe." She whispers, even though odds are Carnival can't hear her.
Adeline cautiously and quietly looks outside the burrow's entrance, looking around the sanctuary for signs of if the hound and its keeper are getting any closer.
"Bad decision, Quarry." An emaciated figure with pitch-black, swirling and flowing skin crouches outside. They have a boar skull on their head, split in half and held together with gold wire. "Comte Marbeline sent out his hounds. The Queen... she's not playing with you anymore." They wear a suit with gold details, and a large box on their back, resembling a tansu dresser. "Your friend... their psionics are a beacon. Be glad the Prince was kind enough to point her out to me before the sharks could find you."
The strugel's breathing slows and deepens. She's fallen asleep. Blood runs from her nose.
Adeline hears a howl in the distance. A hunting hound's call.
The nymph shudders at the sound of the howl, panic beginning to stir within her mind. She very carefully picks up Carnival and moves her to a more comfortable and hidden spot in the burrow, leaving her quilted shawl with them as an extra layer of warmth. "I'll be back soon, stay safe." She whispers, even though odds are Carnival can't hear her.
Adeline cautiously and quietly looks outside the burrow's entrance, looking around the sanctuary for signs of if the hound and its keeper are getting any closer.
"Bad decision, Quarry." An emaciated figure with pitch-black, swirling and flowing skin crouches outside. They have a boar skull on their head, split in half and held together with gold wire. "Comte Marbeline sent out his hounds. The Queen... she's not playing with you anymore." They wear a suit with gold details, and a large box on their back, resembling a tansu dresser. "Your friend... their psionics are a beacon. Be glad the Prince was kind enough to point her out to me before the sharks could find you."
The feral moth is surprised at first, not having noticed the emaciated figure at first, but now listens to them with equal parts curiosity, hope and suspicion. "Is there some way to hide ourselves from the hounds' senses? At least for long enough? And, are you working with the Prince?" With everything happening as of late, she isn't sure whether or not to trust them, but is clearly ready to fight tooth and nail if attacked.
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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)
"Bad decision, Quarry." An emaciated figure with pitch-black, swirling and flowing skin crouches outside. They have a boar skull on their head, split in half and held together with gold wire. "Comte Marbeline sent out his hounds. The Queen... she's not playing with you anymore." They wear a suit with gold details, and a large box on their back, resembling a tansu dresser. "Your friend... their psionics are a beacon. Be glad the Prince was kind enough to point her out to me before the sharks could find you."
The feral moth is surprised at first, not having noticed the emaciated figure at first, but now listens to them with equal parts curiosity, hope and suspicion. "Is there some way to hide ourselves from the hounds' senses? At least for long enough? And, are you working with the Prince?" With everything happening as of late, she isn't sure whether or not to trust them, but is clearly ready to fight tooth and nail if attacked.
He clicks his tongue. "Business first, business first." He speaks in a gentle, but corrective tone. He drops the box from his back and turns it, revealing a black door with a golden knob and decoration. "Now, would you prefer to run, or to hide?" He snaps his fingers, then points at her. "How about a room?" He unlocks the small door and opens it to reveal what looks like a somewhat cramped hotel lobby.
Adeline can hear the thumping of paws in the snow, and the cracking of branches. The man in black seems unfazed.
"Bad decision, Quarry." An emaciated figure with pitch-black, swirling and flowing skin crouches outside. They have a boar skull on their head, split in half and held together with gold wire. "Comte Marbeline sent out his hounds. The Queen... she's not playing with you anymore." They wear a suit with gold details, and a large box on their back, resembling a tansu dresser. "Your friend... their psionics are a beacon. Be glad the Prince was kind enough to point her out to me before the sharks could find you."
The feral moth is surprised at first, not having noticed the emaciated figure at first, but now listens to them with equal parts curiosity, hope and suspicion. "Is there some way to hide ourselves from the hounds' senses? At least for long enough? And, are you working with the Prince?" With everything happening as of late, she isn't sure whether or not to trust them, but is clearly ready to fight tooth and nail if attacked.
He clicks his tongue. "Business first, business first." He speaks in a gentle, but corrective tone. He drops the box from his back and turns it, revealing a black door with a golden knob and decoration. "Now, would you prefer to run, or to hide?" He snaps his fingers, then points at her. "How about a room?" He unlocks the small door and opens it to reveal what looks like a somewhat cramped hotel lobby.
Adeline can hear the thumping of paws in the snow, and the cracking of branches. The man in black seems unfazed.
"I want to hide- I can't leave everything behind, certainly not now. I made a promise." It's clear that there's panic in her eyes. She looks at the room, and then back at Carnival and the cocoon and all of her moth siblings sleeping in the burrow. "Is there some way you can keep us all safe here?"
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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)
*Yvonne, you don't have to worry about me, i got help*
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate; but you can just call me They/Them I am a young teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+ [roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
He clicks his tongue. "Business first, business first." He speaks in a gentle, but corrective tone. He drops the box from his back and turns it, revealing a black door with a golden knob and decoration. "Now, would you prefer to run, or to hide?" He snaps his fingers, then points at her. "How about a room?" He unlocks the small door and opens it to reveal what looks like a somewhat cramped hotel lobby.
Adeline can hear the thumping of paws in the snow, and the cracking of branches. The man in black seems unfazed.
"I want to hide- I can't leave everything behind, certainly not now. I made a promise." It's clear that there's panic in her eyes. She looks at the room, and then back at Carnival and the cocoon and all of her moth siblings sleeping in the burrow. "Is there some way you can keep us all safe here?"
He rubs his chin. "Well..." He clicks his tongue again, closing the door and locking it. "I could..." He counts on his fingers. "Hmm..." A hound crests the hill, and in an instant, is upon them.
The thin man grabs the dog by the throat as it lunges, not even looking at it. It's a ghoul dog. "It's a difficult decision, but..." He stomps on its shoulder and pulls the head off and the spine out, the ribs snapping rapidly. "...I think I've got time." He slides the remains toward Adeline. "It's settled." He claps his hands.
Huge arthropods made of smog begin to pour out from his shadow-veiled skin, skittering along the ground away from the burrow. "I accept your offer graciously." The sounds of dogs howling in pain and terror can be heard nearby.
"I want to hide- I can't leave everything behind, certainly not now. I made a promise." It's clear that there's panic in her eyes. She looks at the room, and then back at Carnival and the cocoon and all of her moth siblings sleeping in the burrow. "Is there some way you can keep us all safe here?"
He rubs his chin. "Well..." He clicks his tongue again, closing the door and locking it. "I could..." He counts on his fingers. "Hmm..." A hound crests the hill, and in an instant, is upon them.
The thin man grabs the dog by the throat as it lunges, not even looking at it. It's a ghoul dog. "It's a difficult decision, but..." He stomps on its shoulder and pulls the head off and the spine out, the ribs snapping rapidly. "...I think I've got time." He slides the remains toward Adeline. "It's settled." He claps his hands.
Huge arthropods made of smog begin to pour out from his shadow-veiled skin, skittering along the ground away from the burrow. "I accept your offer graciously." The sounds of dogs howling in pain and terror can be heard nearby.
The fledgeling fey visibly relaxes as she hears the arthropod apparitions get to work defending the burrow, though she is still somewhat on guard. "Thank you very much. That... I was really worried there for a moment." She laughs a bit, moreso out of stress than anything else. "That should buy us some time, I think. Who are you?" She begins weaving the silk lining the burrow alongside some created via her magic to form a makeshift door to the burrow, though this will certainly take some 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)
He rubs his chin. "Well..." He clicks his tongue again, closing the door and locking it. "I could..." He counts on his fingers. "Hmm..." A hound crests the hill, and in an instant, is upon them.
The thin man grabs the dog by the throat as it lunges, not even looking at it. It's a ghoul dog. "It's a difficult decision, but..." He stomps on its shoulder and pulls the head off and the spine out, the ribs snapping rapidly. "...I think I've got time." He slides the remains toward Adeline. "It's settled." He claps his hands.
Huge arthropods made of smog begin to pour out from his shadow-veiled skin, skittering along the ground away from the burrow. "I accept your offer graciously." The sounds of dogs howling in pain and terror can be heard nearby.
The fledgeling fey visibly relaxes as she hears the arthropod apparitions get to work defending the burrow, though she is still somewhat on guard. "Thank you very much. That... I was really worried there for a moment." She laughs a bit, moreso out of stress than anything else. "That should buy us some time, I think. Who are you?" She begins weaving the silk lining the burrow alongside some created via her magic to form a makeshift door to the burrow, though this will certainly take some time.
"You may call me whatever you wish. The Prince is a client of mine, much like you now are. You could consider me a sort of a... servant. Not for hire, but simply ready to serve. It's my purpose. You may dismiss me at any time, but until then, I am at your service, little Miss." His monstrous insects, arachnids, and crustaceans return with overflowing cloches and platters of decaying flesh. "You need your strength. The cloak I'll put over the area will cause a buildup of psychic energy."
The fledgeling fey visibly relaxes as she hears the arthropod apparitions get to work defending the burrow, though she is still somewhat on guard. "Thank you very much. That... I was really worried there for a moment." She laughs a bit, moreso out of stress than anything else. "That should buy us some time, I think. Who are you?" She begins weaving the silk lining the burrow alongside some created via her magic to form a makeshift door to the burrow, though this will certainly take some time.
"You may call me whatever you wish. The Prince is a client of mine, much like you now are. You could consider me a sort of a... servant. Not for hire, but simply ready to serve. It's my purpose. You may dismiss me at any time, but until then, I am at your service, little Miss." His monstrous insects, arachnids, and crustaceans return with overflowing cloches and platters of decaying flesh. "You need your strength. The cloak I'll put over the area will cause a buildup of psychic energy."
Adeline is surprised at the overabundance of rotting flesh brought to the burrow's mouth, her own mouth watering and eyes focusing the moment she could smell it, but she shakes the creeping trance away and carefully takes a large plateful of the treasures of rot. "Again, thank you very much. I wish to call you by what you'd like as a name- you more than deserve that, regardless of your help." She retrieves some carved bone utensils from her satchel's pocket. "I have to ask- would the cloak add any of its own energy to the atmosphere within? My cocoon is meant to gather passive energy from my mother's power, what with this being her domain, and I'm not sure what would happen if other signatures were in the mix." The nymph seems a bit surprised by that last sentence, as if she didn't even know how it worked until just now, choosing to ponder that in silence for a bit while taking a bite of her spoiled supper, saving the crumbs of Charnel Gold for last.
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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)
"You may call me whatever you wish. The Prince is a client of mine, much like you now are. You could consider me a sort of a... servant. Not for hire, but simply ready to serve. It's my purpose. You may dismiss me at any time, but until then, I am at your service, little Miss." His monstrous insects, arachnids, and crustaceans return with overflowing cloches and platters of decaying flesh. "You need your strength. The cloak I'll put over the area will cause a buildup of psychic energy."
Adeline is surprised at the overabundance of rotting flesh brought to the burrow's mouth, her own mouth watering and eyes focusing the moment she could smell it, but she shakes the creeping trance away and carefully takes a large plateful of the treasures of rot. "Again, thank you very much. I wish to call you by what you'd like as a name- you more than deserve that, regardless of your help." She retrieves some carved bone utensils from her satchel's pocket. "I have to ask- would the cloak add any of its own energy to the atmosphere within? My cocoon is meant to gather passive energy from my mother's power, what with this being her domain, and I'm not sure what would happen if other signatures were in the mix." The nymph seems a bit surprised by that last sentence, as if she didn't even know how it worked until just now, choosing to ponder that in silence for a bit while taking a bite of her spoiled supper, saving the crumbs of Charnel Gold for last.
"The cloak is designed to allow energy in, but not out. It's a filter, you might say. It's technically a part of me, and thus I have complete control over it. Anything you desire to be or not be, it will with a mere request and a light tweak. I could even make it look like the sky, if that interests you." He chuckles. "My name is Edward Eigengrau, and I want to make your stay as comfortable as possible."
Carnival murmurs gently. She seems... surprisingly calm despite the strange occurances all around her.
Adeline is surprised at the overabundance of rotting flesh brought to the burrow's mouth, her own mouth watering and eyes focusing the moment she could smell it, but she shakes the creeping trance away and carefully takes a large plateful of the treasures of rot. "Again, thank you very much. I wish to call you by what you'd like as a name- you more than deserve that, regardless of your help." She retrieves some carved bone utensils from her satchel's pocket. "I have to ask- would the cloak add any of its own energy to the atmosphere within? My cocoon is meant to gather passive energy from my mother's power, what with this being her domain, and I'm not sure what would happen if other signatures were in the mix." The nymph seems a bit surprised by that last sentence, as if she didn't even know how it worked until just now, choosing to ponder that in silence for a bit while taking a bite of her spoiled supper, saving the crumbs of Charnel Gold for last.
"The cloak is designed to allow energy in, but not out. It's a filter, you might say. It's technically a part of me, and thus I have complete control over it. Anything you desire to be or not be, it will with a mere request and a light tweak. I could even make it look like the sky, if that interests you." He chuckles. "My name is Edward Eigengrau, and I want to make your stay as comfortable as possible."
Carnival murmurs gently. She seems... surprisingly calm despite the strange occurances all around her.
Adeline sees Carnival peacefully sleeping, and looks back at everything around her, and then back to Edward, and can't help but think that... maybe, everything will be okay. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Eigengrau- my name is Adeline." She looks back to outside the burrow for a moment. "The only things I ask for regarding the cloak are that it doesn't tamper with the energy within, and that it can let my mother still know we're here, thank you." She decides, before continuing her meal.
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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 cloak is designed to allow energy in, but not out. It's a filter, you might say. It's technically a part of me, and thus I have complete control over it. Anything you desire to be or not be, it will with a mere request and a light tweak. I could even make it look like the sky, if that interests you." He chuckles. "My name is Edward Eigengrau, and I want to make your stay as comfortable as possible."
Carnival murmurs gently. She seems... surprisingly calm despite the strange occurances all around her.
Adeline sees Carnival peacefully sleeping, and looks back at everything around her, and then back to Edward, and can't help but think that... maybe, everything will be okay. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Eigengrau- my name is Adeline." She looks back to outside the burrow for a moment. "The only things I ask for regarding the cloak are that it doesn't tamper with the energy within, and that it can let my mother still know we're here, thank you." She decides, before continuing her meal.
"As you wish." He bows. "My constructs will bring you food under the cover of night. Please, eat as much as it takes to satisfy. There are always more ghouls." Spidery branches of oily, black, rotten bone slowly push out of the snow and reach for the sky, surrounding the burrow. A sudden, faint sound is heard, like a jar being opened for the first time, but in reverse.
"Not even the Prince can top my service." He declares proudly. "No task is too difficult, no find too rare! Say my name thrice and I'll be right there!"
"The cloak is designed to allow energy in, but not out. It's a filter, you might say. It's technically a part of me, and thus I have complete control over it. Anything you desire to be or not be, it will with a mere request and a light tweak. I could even make it look like the sky, if that interests you." He chuckles. "My name is Edward Eigengrau, and I want to make your stay as comfortable as possible."
Carnival murmurs gently. She seems... surprisingly calm despite the strange occurances all around her.
Adeline sees Carnival peacefully sleeping, and looks back at everything around her, and then back to Edward, and can't help but think that... maybe, everything will be okay. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Eigengrau- my name is Adeline." She looks back to outside the burrow for a moment. "The only things I ask for regarding the cloak are that it doesn't tamper with the energy within, and that it can let my mother still know we're here, thank you." She decides, before continuing her meal.
"As you wish." He bows. "My constructs will bring you food under the cover of night. Please, eat as much as it takes to satisfy. There are always more ghouls." Spidery branches of oily, black, rotten bone slowly push out of the snow and reach for the sky, surrounding the burrow. A sudden, faint sound is heard, like a jar being opened for the first time, but in reverse.
"Not even the Prince can top my service." He declares proudly. "No task is too difficult, no find too rare! Say my name thrice and I'll be right there!"
The nymph-for-now looks at the forming spires of bone with amazement and a small shred of caution, realizing just how lucky she was to have him as an ally. "I promise I will, I'll need this for what comes next. Speaking of, could you please keep me and everyone else in the burrow safe while I'm in the cocoon? I'll be very vulnerable during that stage, but... something tells me it'll only take a few days." She's already finished a third of her plate, her pace careful yet swift, motivated by that hunger scratching at 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)
"As you wish." He bows. "My constructs will bring you food under the cover of night. Please, eat as much as it takes to satisfy. There are always more ghouls." Spidery branches of oily, black, rotten bone slowly push out of the snow and reach for the sky, surrounding the burrow. A sudden, faint sound is heard, like a jar being opened for the first time, but in reverse.
"Not even the Prince can top my service." He declares proudly. "No task is too difficult, no find too rare! Say my name thrice and I'll be right there!"
The nymph-for-now looks at the forming spires of bone with amazement and a small shred of caution, realizing just how lucky she was to have him as an ally. "I promise I will, I'll need this for what comes next. Speaking of, could you please keep me and everyone else in the burrow safe while I'm in the cocoon? I'll be very vulnerable during that stage, but... something tells me it'll only take a few days." She's already finished a third of her plate, her pace careful yet swift, motivated by that hunger scratching at her mind.
He pulls out a pocket watch. "I'm afraid I'll have to set up some sentinels. Ever heard of a Bobbit worm? Nasty fellows, absolutely horrifying. Living bear traps, and they bury themselves until they can grab prey and pull them down. I'll put in some invisible spiders too. If anything larger than a rat, other than you two or Mother Moth, triggers any of the webs or worms, I'll be here in a jiffy."
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Awake, impure, divine
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Sorry, i hope your here tomarrow
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate; but you can just call me They/Them
I am a young teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+
[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
*I'm sorry to hear that- I tend to struggle with similar feelings now and then. If it helps at all, one thing that might help is thinking about all the people that care about you. Be they friends or family or something else, those people caring about a person means there's a strong likelihood they're not as bad as they might think sometimes.*
*I'm truly sorry if this is overstepping- I'm not the best with words of comfort, but I care.*
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)
*Sorry I took a while to reply. Farewell for now, friend. I hope tomorrow treats you well.*
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 think thats great advice,
It wont work for me, i hate myself for diffrent reason
Actually, i hate myself, for basiclly everything
And, i hate myself for hating myslef*
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate; but you can just call me They/Them
I am a young teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+
[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
The strugel's breathing slows and deepens. She's fallen asleep. Blood runs from her nose.
Adeline hears a howl in the distance. A hunting hound's call.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
The nymph shudders at the sound of the howl, panic beginning to stir within her mind. She very carefully picks up Carnival and moves her to a more comfortable and hidden spot in the burrow, leaving her quilted shawl with them as an extra layer of warmth. "I'll be back soon, stay safe." She whispers, even though odds are Carnival can't hear her.
Adeline cautiously and quietly looks outside the burrow's entrance, looking around the sanctuary for signs of if the hound and its keeper are getting any closer.
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)
"Bad decision, Quarry." An emaciated figure with pitch-black, swirling and flowing skin crouches outside. They have a boar skull on their head, split in half and held together with gold wire. "Comte Marbeline sent out his hounds. The Queen... she's not playing with you anymore." They wear a suit with gold details, and a large box on their back, resembling a tansu dresser. "Your friend... their psionics are a beacon. Be glad the Prince was kind enough to point her out to me before the sharks could find you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
The feral moth is surprised at first, not having noticed the emaciated figure at first, but now listens to them with equal parts curiosity, hope and suspicion. "Is there some way to hide ourselves from the hounds' senses? At least for long enough? And, are you working with the Prince?" With everything happening as of late, she isn't sure whether or not to trust them, but is clearly ready to fight tooth and nail if attacked.
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 clicks his tongue. "Business first, business first." He speaks in a gentle, but corrective tone. He drops the box from his back and turns it, revealing a black door with a golden knob and decoration. "Now, would you prefer to run, or to hide?" He snaps his fingers, then points at her. "How about a room?" He unlocks the small door and opens it to reveal what looks like a somewhat cramped hotel lobby.
Adeline can hear the thumping of paws in the snow, and the cracking of branches. The man in black seems unfazed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"I want to hide- I can't leave everything behind, certainly not now. I made a promise." It's clear that there's panic in her eyes. She looks at the room, and then back at Carnival and the cocoon and all of her moth siblings sleeping in the burrow. "Is there some way you can keep us all safe here?"
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)
*Yvonne, you don't have to worry about me, i got help*
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate; but you can just call me They/Them
I am a young teenage boy. I have Insomnia, ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
NOW, ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+
[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
He rubs his chin. "Well..." He clicks his tongue again, closing the door and locking it. "I could..." He counts on his fingers. "Hmm..." A hound crests the hill, and in an instant, is upon them.
The thin man grabs the dog by the throat as it lunges, not even looking at it. It's a ghoul dog. "It's a difficult decision, but..." He stomps on its shoulder and pulls the head off and the spine out, the ribs snapping rapidly. "...I think I've got time." He slides the remains toward Adeline. "It's settled." He claps his hands.
Huge arthropods made of smog begin to pour out from his shadow-veiled skin, skittering along the ground away from the burrow. "I accept your offer graciously." The sounds of dogs howling in pain and terror can be heard nearby.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
The fledgeling fey visibly relaxes as she hears the arthropod apparitions get to work defending the burrow, though she is still somewhat on guard. "Thank you very much. That... I was really worried there for a moment." She laughs a bit, moreso out of stress than anything else. "That should buy us some time, I think. Who are you?" She begins weaving the silk lining the burrow alongside some created via her magic to form a makeshift door to the burrow, though this will certainly take some 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)
"You may call me whatever you wish. The Prince is a client of mine, much like you now are. You could consider me a sort of a... servant. Not for hire, but simply ready to serve. It's my purpose. You may dismiss me at any time, but until then, I am at your service, little Miss." His monstrous insects, arachnids, and crustaceans return with overflowing cloches and platters of decaying flesh. "You need your strength. The cloak I'll put over the area will cause a buildup of psychic energy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Adeline is surprised at the overabundance of rotting flesh brought to the burrow's mouth, her own mouth watering and eyes focusing the moment she could smell it, but she shakes the creeping trance away and carefully takes a large plateful of the treasures of rot. "Again, thank you very much. I wish to call you by what you'd like as a name- you more than deserve that, regardless of your help." She retrieves some carved bone utensils from her satchel's pocket. "I have to ask- would the cloak add any of its own energy to the atmosphere within? My cocoon is meant to gather passive energy from my mother's power, what with this being her domain, and I'm not sure what would happen if other signatures were in the mix." The nymph seems a bit surprised by that last sentence, as if she didn't even know how it worked until just now, choosing to ponder that in silence for a bit while taking a bite of her spoiled supper, saving the crumbs of Charnel Gold for last.
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 cloak is designed to allow energy in, but not out. It's a filter, you might say. It's technically a part of me, and thus I have complete control over it. Anything you desire to be or not be, it will with a mere request and a light tweak. I could even make it look like the sky, if that interests you." He chuckles. "My name is Edward Eigengrau, and I want to make your stay as comfortable as possible."
Carnival murmurs gently. She seems... surprisingly calm despite the strange occurances all around her.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Adeline sees Carnival peacefully sleeping, and looks back at everything around her, and then back to Edward, and can't help but think that... maybe, everything will be okay. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Eigengrau- my name is Adeline." She looks back to outside the burrow for a moment. "The only things I ask for regarding the cloak are that it doesn't tamper with the energy within, and that it can let my mother still know we're here, thank you." She decides, before continuing her meal.
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)
"As you wish." He bows. "My constructs will bring you food under the cover of night. Please, eat as much as it takes to satisfy. There are always more ghouls." Spidery branches of oily, black, rotten bone slowly push out of the snow and reach for the sky, surrounding the burrow. A sudden, faint sound is heard, like a jar being opened for the first time, but in reverse.
"Not even the Prince can top my service." He declares proudly. "No task is too difficult, no find too rare! Say my name thrice and I'll be right there!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
The nymph-for-now looks at the forming spires of bone with amazement and a small shred of caution, realizing just how lucky she was to have him as an ally. "I promise I will, I'll need this for what comes next. Speaking of, could you please keep me and everyone else in the burrow safe while I'm in the cocoon? I'll be very vulnerable during that stage, but... something tells me it'll only take a few days." She's already finished a third of her plate, her pace careful yet swift, motivated by that hunger scratching at 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 pulls out a pocket watch. "I'm afraid I'll have to set up some sentinels. Ever heard of a Bobbit worm? Nasty fellows, absolutely horrifying. Living bear traps, and they bury themselves until they can grab prey and pull them down. I'll put in some invisible spiders too. If anything larger than a rat, other than you two or Mother Moth, triggers any of the webs or worms, I'll be here in a jiffy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine