A young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
The goo crawls over to him.
“Speak. I cannot hear you.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
“No thank you. I can see your soul already… I do not need permission, I just ask for it to be kind.”
He tries without consent. Roll a wisdom saving throw higher than 19.
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Another laugh, this one stronger. Their eyes suddenly blare hot red light as they gaze down at the blob. "Why of course! I would love to carry a second parasitic curse inside my body, something else to choke and strangle and drown me!" They drop the sarcasm as the light dims. "No. No. I am not strong enough, especially not after being in this c-cold for so long."
“I’m not parasitic, I’m symbiotic. I can give you extraordinary powers.”
"I already do. I draw it from the myriad of curses placed upon me. Debilitating, agonizing curses. My lungs burn every second, filled with carbonated liquid. Sleep is a luxury I can rarely afford even when I can manage it. You wouldn't believe what a terrible choice you can make in this moment." They lean close, cackling quieatly. "Wanna try it?"
“What? And one of the powers I can grant you is regeneration. I’ll help you survive if you help me survive by being my host.”
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 cock their head to the side ever so slightly. "O-f... Course. Are y-you t-t-tricking me?"
She shakes her head. “No, of course not-… though, many would try. It’s- for the best that you don’t believe most of what anyone here says.” She pauses, observing him closer. “There is something else making you cold, is there not? It’s not simply the-… winter, is it?”
she casts detect magic.
This witch is a well of black magic. Their lungs seem to be the nexus point of all the magic, but it flows into their veins. They hack up some red, bubbling liquid, which freezes almost instantly. They chuckle darkly. "I am... f-filled with near-froz-zen sod-da. I c-can't slee-eep to press-sss-sserve warmth."
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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 assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
The goo crawls over to him.
“Speak. I cannot hear you.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
“No thank you. I can see your soul already… I do not need permission, I just ask for it to be kind.”
He tries without consent. Roll a wisdom saving throw higher than 19.
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 young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
The goo crawls over to him.
“Speak. I cannot hear you.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
“No thank you. I can see your soul already… I do not need permission, I just ask for it to be kind.”
He tries without consent. Roll a wisdom saving throw higher than 19.
23
“I need a host. Just let me.”
“Your soul is impure. Let me cleanse you.”
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”I assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
“I wouldn’t wish to, but I won’t attempt to try and bond with you again.” ‘Mainly because I can’t.’
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 cock their head to the side ever so slightly. "O-f... Course. Are y-you t-t-tricking me?"
She shakes her head. “No, of course not-… though, many would try. It’s- for the best that you don’t believe most of what anyone here says.” She pauses, observing him closer. “There is something else making you cold, is there not? It’s not simply the-… winter, is it?”
she casts detect magic.
This witch is a well of black magic. Their lungs seem to be the nexus point of all the magic, but it flows into their veins. They hack up some red, bubbling liquid, which freezes almost instantly. They chuckle darkly. "I am... f-filled with near-froz-zen sod-da. I c-can't slee-eep to press-sss-sserve warmth."
She gasps. “Oh, dear-…” she takes a few steps closer, her wings flaring up. “You poor thing- I wish I could help-…” she begins, her eyes now glowing softly with moonlight.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
The goo crawls over to him.
“Speak. I cannot hear you.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
“No thank you. I can see your soul already… I do not need permission, I just ask for it to be kind.”
He tries without consent. Roll a wisdom saving throw higher than 19.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
”I assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
“I wouldn’t wish to, but I won’t attempt to try and bond with you again.” ‘Mainly because I can’t.’
“Explain. Explain, and then tell me why you had attacked me in the first place. Then, I will choose whether or not I will kill you.”
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
The goo crawls over to him.
“Speak. I cannot hear you.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
“No thank you. I can see your soul already… I do not need permission, I just ask for it to be kind.”
He tries without consent. Roll a wisdom saving throw higher than 19.
23
“I need a host. Just let me.”
“Your soul is impure. Let me cleanse you.”
“How?”
“No, no, I cannot…” He closes his eyes.
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”I assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
“I wouldn’t wish to, but I won’t attempt to try and bond with you again.” ‘Mainly because I can’t.’
“Explain. Explain, and then tell me why you had attacked me in the first place. Then, I will choose whether or not I will kill you.”
“Ive been here almost 24 hours. In this planet’s conditions I can only survive 24 hours without a host. I needed a temporary host before I found a more permanent host.”
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 young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
The goo crawls over to him.
“Speak. I cannot hear you.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
“No thank you. I can see your soul already… I do not need permission, I just ask for it to be kind.”
He tries without consent. Roll a wisdom saving throw higher than 19.
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 young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
The goo crawls over to him.
“Speak. I cannot hear you.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
“No thank you. I can see your soul already… I do not need permission, I just ask for it to be kind.”
He tries without consent. Roll a wisdom saving throw higher than 19.
23
“I need a host. Just let me.”
“Your soul is impure. Let me cleanse you.”
“How?”
“No, no, I cannot…” He closes his eyes.
“Tell me.”
“Cleansing you would corrupt me.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
”I assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
“I wouldn’t wish to, but I won’t attempt to try and bond with you again.” ‘Mainly because I can’t.’
“Explain. Explain, and then tell me why you had attacked me in the first place. Then, I will choose whether or not I will kill you.”
“Ive been here almost 24 hours. In this planet’s conditions I can only survive 24 hours without a host. I needed a temporary host before I found a more permanent host.”
“You could have said that before you tried to violently attack me.” She hisses.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
The goo crawls over to him.
“Speak. I cannot hear you.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
“No thank you. I can see your soul already… I do not need permission, I just ask for it to be kind.”
He tries without consent. Roll a wisdom saving throw higher than 19.
23
“I need a host. Just let me.”
“Your soul is impure. Let me cleanse you.”
“How?”
“No, no, I cannot…” He closes his eyes.
“Tell me.”
“Cleansing you would corrupt me.”
“I take the alignment of my host. Bonding with you would make my less evil.”
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 young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
The goo crawls over to him.
“Speak. I cannot hear you.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
“No thank you. I can see your soul already… I do not need permission, I just ask for it to be kind.”
He tries without consent. Roll a wisdom saving throw higher than 19.
23
“I need a host. Just let me.”
“Your soul is impure. Let me cleanse you.”
“How?”
“No, no, I cannot…” He closes his eyes.
“Tell me.”
“Cleansing you would corrupt me.”
“I take the alignment of my host. Bonding with you would make my less evil.”
“I have a message for the leader of the Autumn Court. I have been sent as a protector. I cannot do that as a host to a creature.”
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”I assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
“I wouldn’t wish to, but I won’t attempt to try and bond with you again.” ‘Mainly because I can’t.’
“Explain. Explain, and then tell me why you had attacked me in the first place. Then, I will choose whether or not I will kill you.”
“Ive been here almost 24 hours. In this planet’s conditions I can only survive 24 hours without a host. I needed a temporary host before I found a more permanent host.”
“You could have said that before you tried to violently attack me.” She hisses.
“Well, I’m sorry. Can you be a temporary host till I find a more permanent host. I’m thinking someone more dragon like.”
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.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
”I assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
“I wouldn’t wish to, but I won’t attempt to try and bond with you again.” ‘Mainly because I can’t.’
“Explain. Explain, and then tell me why you had attacked me in the first place. Then, I will choose whether or not I will kill you.”
“Ive been here almost 24 hours. In this planet’s conditions I can only survive 24 hours without a host. I needed a temporary host before I found a more permanent host.”
“You could have said that before you tried to violently attack me.” She hisses.
“Well, I’m sorry. Can you be a temporary host till I find a more permanent host. I’m thinking someone more dragon like.”
”and why. Should. I. Do. That?”
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
“What? And one of the powers I can grant you is regeneration. I’ll help you survive if you help me survive by being my host.”
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.
This witch is a well of black magic. Their lungs seem to be the nexus point of all the magic, but it flows into their veins. They hack up some red, bubbling liquid, which freezes almost instantly. They chuckle darkly. "I am... f-filled with near-froz-zen sod-da. I c-can't slee-eep to press-sss-sserve warmth."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*cut with Circle*
”I assure you that you have made a grave mistake. Let me rephrase this question. Do you wish to die?” Mother Moth scowls. Usually, she is peaceful and caring. But she was attacked. Mercy gets thrown out the window.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“I need a host. Just let 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.
“Your soul is impure. Let me cleanse you.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
“I wouldn’t wish to, but I won’t attempt to try and bond with you again.” ‘Mainly because I can’t.’
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.
She gasps. “Oh, dear-…” she takes a few steps closer, her wings flaring up. “You poor thing- I wish I could help-…” she begins, her eyes now glowing softly with moonlight.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“How?”
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.
“Explain. Explain, and then tell me why you had attacked me in the first place. Then, I will choose whether or not I will kill you.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“No, no, I cannot…” He closes his eyes.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“Ive been here almost 24 hours. In this planet’s conditions I can only survive 24 hours without a host. I needed a temporary host before I found a more permanent host.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
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“Tell me.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
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“Cleansing you would corrupt me.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“You could have said that before you tried to violently attack me.” She hisses.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“I take the alignment of my host. Bonding with you would make my less evil.”
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 have a message for the leader of the Autumn Court. I have been sent as a protector. I cannot do that as a host to a creature.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“Well, I’m sorry. Can you be a temporary host till I find a more permanent host. I’m thinking someone more dragon like.”
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.
*gtg*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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”and why. Should. I. Do. That?”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”