*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and never ends… I know the sun will rise while descending… it goes around, and round, and round again…*
*I heard Helianth was planning on making the Autumn Country Summer? That sounds simply dastardly, and… I do also have some lore I never got to use that could relate to that, if y’all are okay with that.*
*the lore I made that I’m talking about is of something I made for this thread but never got around to sharing: the Barley King. The basics of it is that it’s a god of alcohol production and grain, and it has no real powers except for when it appears on this world: once every 113 years, an avatar of the Barley king appears, a lamb, and it’s own cultists hunt it down and sacrifice it, which supposedly keeps the world turning and crops growing, and if it ever wasn’t sacrificed, it would mess up the cycle of everything and cause a lot of chaos. Any suggestions/modifications/anything you want me to change or anything would be welcome, since it is your thread and your lore :>*
*I’m doing mighty fine! Been writing a lot.* *That’s a really cool and thematically appropriate idea. And so if a certain usurper stopped the sacrifice they would through the kingdom in turmoil, right? What does the chaos look like? What cycles does it disrupt?*
*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and never ends… I know the sun will rise while descending… it goes around, and round, and round again…*
*I heard Helianth was planning on making the Autumn Country Summer? That sounds simply dastardly, and… I do also have some lore I never got to use that could relate to that, if y’all are okay with that.*
*the lore I made that I’m talking about is of something I made for this thread but never got around to sharing: the Barley King. The basics of it is that it’s a god of alcohol production and grain, and it has no real powers except for when it appears on this world: once every 113 years, an avatar of the Barley king appears, a lamb, and it’s own cultists hunt it down and sacrifice it, which supposedly keeps the world turning and crops growing, and if it ever wasn’t sacrificed, it would mess up the cycle of everything and cause a lot of chaos. Any suggestions/modifications/anything you want me to change or anything would be welcome, since it is your thread and your lore :>*
*I’m doing mighty fine! Been writing a lot.* *That’s a really cool and thematically appropriate idea. And so if a certain usurper stopped the sacrifice they would through the kingdom in turmoil, right? What does the chaos look like? What cycles does it disrupt?*
*indeed! The specific turmoil it would cause could be changed to fit the narrative, but my original idea was that it caused a mass die off of all human-grown crops, effectively stopping the harvest. It may also have something to do with the seasons, maybe the Barley king has something to do with why the Autumn Country is perpetually stuck in autumn?*
*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and never ends… I know the sun will rise while descending… it goes around, and round, and round again…*
*I heard Helianth was planning on making the Autumn Country Summer? That sounds simply dastardly, and… I do also have some lore I never got to use that could relate to that, if y’all are okay with that.*
*the lore I made that I’m talking about is of something I made for this thread but never got around to sharing: the Barley King. The basics of it is that it’s a god of alcohol production and grain, and it has no real powers except for when it appears on this world: once every 113 years, an avatar of the Barley king appears, a lamb, and it’s own cultists hunt it down and sacrifice it, which supposedly keeps the world turning and crops growing, and if it ever wasn’t sacrificed, it would mess up the cycle of everything and cause a lot of chaos. Any suggestions/modifications/anything you want me to change or anything would be welcome, since it is your thread and your lore :>*
*I’m doing mighty fine! Been writing a lot.* *That’s a really cool and thematically appropriate idea. And so if a certain usurper stopped the sacrifice they would through the kingdom in turmoil, right? What does the chaos look like? What cycles does it disrupt?*
*indeed! The specific turmoil it would cause could be changed to fit the narrative, but my original idea was that it caused a mass die off of all human-grown crops, effectively stopping the harvest. It may also have something to do with the seasons, maybe the Barley king has something to do with why the Autumn Country is perpetually stuck in autumn?*
*That sounds great! I mean, terrible for the kingdom, but story wise it would be cool. Ultimately the Autumn King is what keeps the Country in fall but the Barley King could definitely be an aspect. Like Augustus’s grip might be loosened if the sacrifice isn’t performed.*
*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and never ends… I know the sun will rise while descending… it goes around, and round, and round again…*
*I heard Helianth was planning on making the Autumn Country Summer? That sounds simply dastardly, and… I do also have some lore I never got to use that could relate to that, if y’all are okay with that.*
*the lore I made that I’m talking about is of something I made for this thread but never got around to sharing: the Barley King. The basics of it is that it’s a god of alcohol production and grain, and it has no real powers except for when it appears on this world: once every 113 years, an avatar of the Barley king appears, a lamb, and it’s own cultists hunt it down and sacrifice it, which supposedly keeps the world turning and crops growing, and if it ever wasn’t sacrificed, it would mess up the cycle of everything and cause a lot of chaos. Any suggestions/modifications/anything you want me to change or anything would be welcome, since it is your thread and your lore :>*
*I’m doing mighty fine! Been writing a lot.* *That’s a really cool and thematically appropriate idea. And so if a certain usurper stopped the sacrifice they would through the kingdom in turmoil, right? What does the chaos look like? What cycles does it disrupt?*
*indeed! The specific turmoil it would cause could be changed to fit the narrative, but my original idea was that it caused a mass die off of all human-grown crops, effectively stopping the harvest. It may also have something to do with the seasons, maybe the Barley king has something to do with why the Autumn Country is perpetually stuck in autumn?*
*That sounds great! I mean, terrible for the kingdom, but story wise it would be cool. Ultimately the Autumn King is what keeps the Country in fall but the Barley King could definitely be an aspect. Like Augustus’s grip might be loosened if the sacrifice isn’t performed.*
*sounds great! It could provide an avenue for Helianth to try and usurp the King…*
*I’ll write something up about the beginning of the hunt for the Barley king soon…*
*This place matches my freamk. Also, I made art of Otto but I don't have a camera to capture it.*
Otto is out in the woods, playing what appears to be a fully functional piano grown whole out of a worm-rotted tree. He even has little wildflowers that tick and sway like little metronomes.
"My dear friend, we're here again, A very familiar place... All was done, I thought I'd won, A hallowed and fleeting taste... I can't count the endless hours Perfecting your natural grace... I see the end that I intend, But can't find the path I should take..."
(May I get a description of Otto?)
Otto feels the rush of the wind and the sway of the trees, heralding the arrival of something nearby. The creaking of branches and the snapping of twigs, in beat with the piano. A pair of bright amber eyes watches him play, obscured up in the shadows of a tree.
*Imagine like your average noble with dark hair, freckles, glasses, and a slightly large frame. Now give him dirt under his fingernails and tattered skin around his lips and eyes barely concealing the dark flesh within, holding tiny, gleaming red irises and long, straight white teeth. He smells like coffee and chocolate chip cookies and dresses in a suit with dirt and worms in the cuffs. Basically, he's an Alternate or human mimic who isn't that good with physical disguises*
He stops playing for a moment. His teeth click together like an insect's mandibles. He turns his sheet music and begins to play again.
"Oh, funny how the world goes round! Oh, funny how the world goes round! Families taking second glances, Humanity's lost its trust! Demons don't give second chances, Shelter and hide if you must!
Never telling Hell from Heaven Comes with its fair share of guilt... You can tryyyy if you'd liiiiike to denyyyy!"
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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.
*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and never ends… I know the sun will rise while descending… it goes around, and round, and round again…*
*I heard Helianth was planning on making the Autumn Country Summer? That sounds simply dastardly, and… I do also have some lore I never got to use that could relate to that, if y’all are okay with that.*
*the lore I made that I’m talking about is of something I made for this thread but never got around to sharing: the Barley King. The basics of it is that it’s a god of alcohol production and grain, and it has no real powers except for when it appears on this world: once every 113 years, an avatar of the Barley king appears, a lamb, and it’s own cultists hunt it down and sacrifice it, which supposedly keeps the world turning and crops growing, and if it ever wasn’t sacrificed, it would mess up the cycle of everything and cause a lot of chaos. Any suggestions/modifications/anything you want me to change or anything would be welcome, since it is your thread and your lore :>*
*I’m doing mighty fine! Been writing a lot.* *That’s a really cool and thematically appropriate idea. And so if a certain usurper stopped the sacrifice they would through the kingdom in turmoil, right? What does the chaos look like? What cycles does it disrupt?*
*indeed! The specific turmoil it would cause could be changed to fit the narrative, but my original idea was that it caused a mass die off of all human-grown crops, effectively stopping the harvest. It may also have something to do with the seasons, maybe the Barley king has something to do with why the Autumn Country is perpetually stuck in autumn?*
*That sounds great! I mean, terrible for the kingdom, but story wise it would be cool. Ultimately the Autumn King is what keeps the Country in fall but the Barley King could definitely be an aspect. Like Augustus’s grip might be loosened if the sacrifice isn’t performed.*
*sounds great! It could provide an avenue for Helianth to try and usurp the King…*
*I’ll write something up about the beginning of the hunt for the Barley king soon…*
*This place matches my freamk. Also, I made art of Otto but I don't have a camera to capture it.*
Otto is out in the woods, playing what appears to be a fully functional piano grown whole out of a worm-rotted tree. He even has little wildflowers that tick and sway like little metronomes.
"My dear friend, we're here again, A very familiar place... All was done, I thought I'd won, A hallowed and fleeting taste... I can't count the endless hours Perfecting your natural grace... I see the end that I intend, But can't find the path I should take..."
(May I get a description of Otto?)
Otto feels the rush of the wind and the sway of the trees, heralding the arrival of something nearby. The creaking of branches and the snapping of twigs, in beat with the piano. A pair of bright amber eyes watches him play, obscured up in the shadows of a tree.
*Imagine like your average noble with dark hair, freckles, glasses, and a slightly large frame. Now give him dirt under his fingernails and tattered skin around his lips and eyes barely concealing the dark flesh within, holding tiny, gleaming red irises and long, straight white teeth. He smells like coffee and chocolate chip cookies and dresses in a suit with dirt and worms in the cuffs. Basically, he's an Alternate or human mimic who isn't that good with physical disguises*
He stops playing for a moment. His teeth click together like an insect's mandibles. He turns his sheet music and begins to play again.
"Oh, funny how the world goes round! Oh, funny how the world goes round! Families taking second glances, Humanity's lost its trust! Demons don't give second chances, Shelter and hide if you must!
Never telling Hell from Heaven Comes with its fair share of guilt... You can tryyyy if you'd liiiiike to denyyyy!"
The watcher in the tree leaps upon the wind, carried by cloven hooves and the Autumn breeze, as it lands onto the piano, still watching him play. Freckled, flawless fair skin, short, golden brown, wild hair that shifts in the breeze, his head adorned with a crown of woven wheat. His hands end in sharp claws, and over his fine clothes he wears a cloak made of decaying gold, orange, and red autumn leaves. Around his left arm snakes a vine, blooming and rotting and sprouting and blooming once more. He smiles, with wickedly sharp teeth as he lands on the piano upon his cloven hooves, looking to Otto.
“Simply Brilliant!” Says Julius, the Harvest Prince.
*Imagine like your average noble with dark hair, freckles, glasses, and a slightly large frame. Now give him dirt under his fingernails and tattered skin around his lips and eyes barely concealing the dark flesh within, holding tiny, gleaming red irises and long, straight white teeth. He smells like coffee and chocolate chip cookies and dresses in a suit with dirt and worms in the cuffs. Basically, he's an Alternate or human mimic who isn't that good with physical disguises*
He stops playing for a moment. His teeth click together like an insect's mandibles. He turns his sheet music and begins to play again.
"Oh, funny how the world goes round! Oh, funny how the world goes round! Families taking second glances, Humanity's lost its trust! Demons don't give second chances, Shelter and hide if you must!
Never telling Hell from Heaven Comes with its fair share of guilt... You can tryyyy if you'd liiiiike to denyyyy!"
The watcher in the tree leaps upon the wind, carried by cloven hooves and the Autumn breeze, as it lands onto the piano, still watching him play. Freckled, flawless fair skin, short, golden brown, wild hair that shifts in the breeze, his head adorned with a crown of woven wheat. His hands end in sharp claws, and over his fine clothes he wears a cloak made of decaying gold, orange, and red autumn leaves. Around his left arm snakes a vine, blooming and rotting and sprouting and blooming once more. He smiles, with wickedly sharp teeth as he lands on the piano upon his cloven hooves, looking to Otto.
“Simply Brilliant!” Says Julius, the Harvest Prince.
He stands from the piano and bows as if he had just played at a concert and received a standing ovation.
He straightens his glasses and smiles, his lips stretching a bit too far into an anxious grin. "Thank you, sir. It's good to hear that my songs hold up in this new land."
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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.
*Imagine like your average noble with dark hair, freckles, glasses, and a slightly large frame. Now give him dirt under his fingernails and tattered skin around his lips and eyes barely concealing the dark flesh within, holding tiny, gleaming red irises and long, straight white teeth. He smells like coffee and chocolate chip cookies and dresses in a suit with dirt and worms in the cuffs. Basically, he's an Alternate or human mimic who isn't that good with physical disguises*
He stops playing for a moment. His teeth click together like an insect's mandibles. He turns his sheet music and begins to play again.
"Oh, funny how the world goes round! Oh, funny how the world goes round! Families taking second glances, Humanity's lost its trust! Demons don't give second chances, Shelter and hide if you must!
Never telling Hell from Heaven Comes with its fair share of guilt... You can tryyyy if you'd liiiiike to denyyyy!"
The watcher in the tree leaps upon the wind, carried by cloven hooves and the Autumn breeze, as it lands onto the piano, still watching him play. Freckled, flawless fair skin, short, golden brown, wild hair that shifts in the breeze, his head adorned with a crown of woven wheat. His hands end in sharp claws, and over his fine clothes he wears a cloak made of decaying gold, orange, and red autumn leaves. Around his left arm snakes a vine, blooming and rotting and sprouting and blooming once more. He smiles, with wickedly sharp teeth as he lands on the piano upon his cloven hooves, looking to Otto.
“Simply Brilliant!” Says Julius, the Harvest Prince.
He stands from the piano and bows as if he had just played at a concert and received a standing ovation.
He straightens his glasses and smiles, his lips stretching a bit too far into an anxious grin. "Thank you, sir. It's good to hear that my songs hold up in this new land."
“Ah, so you are new to the Autumn country? Where do you hail from?” the prince sits down on the piano, claws tapping on the wood.
He stands from the piano and bows as if he had just played at a concert and received a standing ovation.
He straightens his glasses and smiles, his lips stretching a bit too far into an anxious grin. "Thank you, sir. It's good to hear that my songs hold up in this new land."
“Ah, so you are new to the Autumn country? Where do you hail from?” the prince sits down on the piano, claws tapping on the wood.
"The earth, mostly." He shows his dirt-blackened fingernails. "But I arrived by rail. My homeland has probably been recaptured and renamed at least once since I left. My kind are at war with the mortals there. If you would call it a war, and if you would call it 'my kind.'"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He stands from the piano and bows as if he had just played at a concert and received a standing ovation.
He straightens his glasses and smiles, his lips stretching a bit too far into an anxious grin. "Thank you, sir. It's good to hear that my songs hold up in this new land."
“Ah, so you are new to the Autumn country? Where do you hail from?” the prince sits down on the piano, claws tapping on the wood.
"The earth, mostly." He shows his dirt-blackened fingernails. "But I arrived by rail. My homeland has probably been recaptured and renamed at least once since I left. My kind are at war with the mortals there. If you would call it a war, and if you would call it 'my kind.'"
“I see… is that why you left, then? To escape the conflict?”
"The earth, mostly." He shows his dirt-blackened fingernails. "But I arrived by rail. My homeland has probably been recaptured and renamed at least once since I left. My kind are at war with the mortals there. If you would call it a war, and if you would call it 'my kind.'"
“I see… is that why you left, then? To escape the conflict?”
"It's why my parents had me leave, yes. They own the Devil Rail, and they wanted me to leave because creatures of my breed tend to be... less-than-friendly to those with different tactics to survival. I am less predator, more... I guess symbiote is the proper term. I contribute to society, and it contributes back... sometimes."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The earth, mostly." He shows his dirt-blackened fingernails. "But I arrived by rail. My homeland has probably been recaptured and renamed at least once since I left. My kind are at war with the mortals there. If you would call it a war, and if you would call it 'my kind.'"
“I see… is that why you left, then? To escape the conflict?”
"It's why my parents had me leave, yes. They own the Devil Rail, and they wanted me to leave because creatures of my breed tend to be... less-than-friendly to those with different tactics to survival. I am less predator, more... I guess symbiote is the proper term. I contribute to society, and it contributes back... sometimes."
“Oh, hmm… and why to Autumn Country? Was it for the long nights and short days? The harvest? The people? I must say, the folks down the road from here are quite pleasant, and they really know how to make good chocolate.” He smiles, shifting a bit.
"It's why my parents had me leave, yes. They own the Devil Rail, and they wanted me to leave because creatures of my breed tend to be... less-than-friendly to those with different tactics to survival. I am less predator, more... I guess symbiote is the proper term. I contribute to society, and it contributes back... sometimes."
“Oh, hmm… and why to Autumn Country? Was it for the long nights and short days? The harvest? The people? I must say, the folks down the road from here are quite pleasant, and they really know how to make good chocolate.” He smiles, shifting a bit.
"The sun withers and kills me when it gets high. I have more time to stay above ground here. Besides, I've always liked Autumn. Cool and easy-going. Plenty of food, too. The people are easy-going for the most part, and accepting of strange beasts like myself." He kneels down and opens his briefcase. Inside are various fruits in protective packaging to keep them from getting jostled, as well as measuring equipment and color swatches. "These are gift fruits. Some of the best, most beautiful ones I could get my claws on. I want you to have one."
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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.
"It's why my parents had me leave, yes. They own the Devil Rail, and they wanted me to leave because creatures of my breed tend to be... less-than-friendly to those with different tactics to survival. I am less predator, more... I guess symbiote is the proper term. I contribute to society, and it contributes back... sometimes."
“Oh, hmm… and why to Autumn Country? Was it for the long nights and short days? The harvest? The people? I must say, the folks down the road from here are quite pleasant, and they really know how to make good chocolate.” He smiles, shifting a bit.
"The sun withers and kills me when it gets high. I have more time to stay above ground here. Besides, I've always liked Autumn. Cool and easy-going. Plenty of food, too. The people are easy-going for the most part, and accepting of strange beasts like myself." He kneels down and opens his briefcase. Inside are various fruits in protective packaging to keep them from getting jostled, as well as measuring equipment and color swatches. "These are gift fruits. Some of the best, most beautiful ones I could get my claws on. I want you to have one."
His eyes literally light up when Otto says that, glowing a bright, flaming orange. ”I would gladly accept a gift such as that-… thank you. I surely must give you something in return…”
"The sun withers and kills me when it gets high. I have more time to stay above ground here. Besides, I've always liked Autumn. Cool and easy-going. Plenty of food, too. The people are easy-going for the most part, and accepting of strange beasts like myself." He kneels down and opens his briefcase. Inside are various fruits in protective packaging to keep them from getting jostled, as well as measuring equipment and color swatches. "These are gift fruits. Some of the best, most beautiful ones I could get my claws on. I want you to have one."
His eyes literally light up when Otto says that, glowing a bright, flaming orange. ”I would gladly accept a gift such as that-… thank you. I surely must give you something in return…”
"A gift is diminished when reciprocation is expected. At least, that's what I believe." He looks through them. "The apples and pears are probably inferior to the ones here... but strawberries are a spring crop." He removes a small box of the small, pink, perfectly-shaped berries. "Now look at that... still fresh."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The sun withers and kills me when it gets high. I have more time to stay above ground here. Besides, I've always liked Autumn. Cool and easy-going. Plenty of food, too. The people are easy-going for the most part, and accepting of strange beasts like myself." He kneels down and opens his briefcase. Inside are various fruits in protective packaging to keep them from getting jostled, as well as measuring equipment and color swatches. "These are gift fruits. Some of the best, most beautiful ones I could get my claws on. I want you to have one."
His eyes literally light up when Otto says that, glowing a bright, flaming orange. ”I would gladly accept a gift such as that-… thank you. I surely must give you something in return…”
"A gift is diminished when reciprocation is expected. At least, that's what I believe." He looks through them. "The apples and pears are probably inferior to the ones here... but strawberries are a spring crop." He removes a small box of the small, pink, perfectly-shaped berries. "Now look at that... still fresh."
Julius grins ear to ear. “It has been so long since I have had strawberries-…” he leans over to inspect them closely, claws digging into the wood of the Piano-tree.
"A gift is diminished when reciprocation is expected. At least, that's what I believe." He looks through them. "The apples and pears are probably inferior to the ones here... but strawberries are a spring crop." He removes a small box of the small, pink, perfectly-shaped berries. "Now look at that... still fresh."
Julius grins ear to ear. “It has been so long since I have had strawberries-…” he leans over to inspect them closely, claws digging into the wood of the Piano-tree.
He places the strawberries on the piano in front of Julius. "Would you like these now, or in a shortcake? They'll be raw and fresh either way."
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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.
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*I’m doing mighty fine! Been writing a lot.*
*That’s a really cool and thematically appropriate idea. And so if a certain usurper stopped the sacrifice they would through the kingdom in turmoil, right? What does the chaos look like? What cycles does it disrupt?*
*indeed! The specific turmoil it would cause could be changed to fit the narrative, but my original idea was that it caused a mass die off of all human-grown crops, effectively stopping the harvest. It may also have something to do with the seasons, maybe the Barley king has something to do with why the Autumn Country is perpetually stuck in autumn?*
*That sounds great! I mean, terrible for the kingdom, but story wise it would be cool. Ultimately the Autumn King is what keeps the Country in fall but the Barley King could definitely be an aspect. Like Augustus’s grip might be loosened if the sacrifice isn’t performed.*
*sounds great! It could provide an avenue for Helianth to try and usurp the King…*
*I’ll write something up about the beginning of the hunt for the Barley king soon…*
*Imagine like your average noble with dark hair, freckles, glasses, and a slightly large frame. Now give him dirt under his fingernails and tattered skin around his lips and eyes barely concealing the dark flesh within, holding tiny, gleaming red irises and long, straight white teeth. He smells like coffee and chocolate chip cookies and dresses in a suit with dirt and worms in the cuffs. Basically, he's an Alternate or human mimic who isn't that good with physical disguises*
He stops playing for a moment. His teeth click together like an insect's mandibles. He turns his sheet music and begins to play again.
"Oh, funny how the world goes round!
Oh, funny how the world goes round!
Families taking second glances,
Humanity's lost its trust!
Demons don't give second chances,
Shelter and hide if you must!
Never telling Hell from Heaven
Comes with its fair share of guilt...
You can tryyyy if you'd liiiiike to denyyyy!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sweet! Looking forward to it.*
The watcher in the tree leaps upon the wind, carried by cloven hooves and the Autumn breeze, as it lands onto the piano, still watching him play. Freckled, flawless fair skin, short, golden brown, wild hair that shifts in the breeze, his head adorned with a crown of woven wheat. His hands end in sharp claws, and over his fine clothes he wears a cloak made of decaying gold, orange, and red autumn leaves. Around his left arm snakes a vine, blooming and rotting and sprouting and blooming once more. He smiles, with wickedly sharp teeth as he lands on the piano upon his cloven hooves, looking to Otto.
“Simply Brilliant!” Says Julius, the Harvest Prince.
He stands from the piano and bows as if he had just played at a concert and received a standing ovation.
He straightens his glasses and smiles, his lips stretching a bit too far into an anxious grin. "Thank you, sir. It's good to hear that my songs hold up in this new land."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Ah, so you are new to the Autumn country? Where do you hail from?” the prince sits down on the piano, claws tapping on the wood.
"The earth, mostly." He shows his dirt-blackened fingernails. "But I arrived by rail. My homeland has probably been recaptured and renamed at least once since I left. My kind are at war with the mortals there. If you would call it a war, and if you would call it 'my kind.'"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I see… is that why you left, then? To escape the conflict?”
"It's why my parents had me leave, yes. They own the Devil Rail, and they wanted me to leave because creatures of my breed tend to be... less-than-friendly to those with different tactics to survival. I am less predator, more... I guess symbiote is the proper term. I contribute to society, and it contributes back... sometimes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Oh, hmm… and why to Autumn Country? Was it for the long nights and short days? The harvest? The people? I must say, the folks down the road from here are quite pleasant, and they really know how to make good chocolate.” He smiles, shifting a bit.
"The sun withers and kills me when it gets high. I have more time to stay above ground here. Besides, I've always liked Autumn. Cool and easy-going. Plenty of food, too. The people are easy-going for the most part, and accepting of strange beasts like myself." He kneels down and opens his briefcase. Inside are various fruits in protective packaging to keep them from getting jostled, as well as measuring equipment and color swatches. "These are gift fruits. Some of the best, most beautiful ones I could get my claws on. I want you to have one."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey Arch, wanna continue?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hi! Sure! Sorry for disappearing, but I’m back now!*
His eyes literally light up when Otto says that, glowing a bright, flaming orange. ”I would gladly accept a gift such as that-… thank you. I surely must give you something in return…”
"A gift is diminished when reciprocation is expected. At least, that's what I believe." He looks through them. "The apples and pears are probably inferior to the ones here... but strawberries are a spring crop." He removes a small box of the small, pink, perfectly-shaped berries. "Now look at that... still fresh."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Julius grins ear to ear. “It has been so long since I have had strawberries-…” he leans over to inspect them closely, claws digging into the wood of the Piano-tree.
He places the strawberries on the piano in front of Julius. "Would you like these now, or in a shortcake? They'll be raw and fresh either way."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.