They snap their fingers and point. "Yes. Exactly what I was thinking of."
“How’s it a problem?”
"Hey, if you're cool with it, I don't have a reason to get rid of it. It's not my place to determine what's individuality and what's a mental illness, after all."
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 sink down, curling up tight. "Then why are you h-hiding from me? Why won't you... won't..."
She stares at them, trembling a small bit. She walks closer and kneels down in front of them, and on about the same level. “I’m-… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I was… just wary. But I know now-… that I shouldn’t be. I want to help you now. I-If you want, I can bring you to my home-… it probably won’t warm you up much, but it’s a safer environment than here.”
The light flicks on again, fainter than a dying ember. They nod. The cauldron and gingerbread familiar move toward their master, slowly but steadily. "Fear... is a blessing..." He scoops both of them up in his arms. "Never reject a blessing, ma'am."
She smiles slightly, waiting for them to be ready. Once they are, she slowly starts making her way through the woods, slowly, making sure he’s following. The path she takes has a slowly increasing number of spiders, moths, and other silk producing insects, to the point where they practically choke the forest. It gets much warmer, and the snow is mostly blocked from the forest floor, though it probably wouldn’t help much with his cold. Eventually, they reach the silken sanctuary, a thick blanket of webbing that creates floors, walls, and a ceiling thirty or so feet up. A small pond in the center, a fire crackling next to it, and multiple tents and homes for other lost creatures. She turns to the Witch. “Make yourself at home.”
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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.”
The light flicks on again, fainter than a dying ember. They nod. The cauldron and gingerbread familiar move toward their master, slowly but steadily. "Fear... is a blessing..." He scoops both of them up in his arms. "Never reject a blessing, ma'am."
She smiles slightly, waiting for them to be ready. Once they are, she slowly starts making her way through the woods, slowly, making sure he’s following. The path she takes has a slowly increasing number of spiders, moths, and other silk producing insects, to the point where they practically choke the forest. It gets much warmer, and the snow is mostly blocked from the forest floor, though it probably wouldn’t help much with his cold. Eventually, they reach the silken sanctuary, a thick blanket of webbing that creates floors, walls, and a ceiling thirty or so feet up. A small pond in the center, a fire crackling next to it, and multiple tents and homes for other lost creatures. She turns to the Witch. “Make yourself at home.”
The witch nods. "Thank you very much, ma'am." They place their cauldron over the fire, levitating and growing until it's large enough to hold a person. "Do you happen to have a sweet tooth, friend?"
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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 light flicks on again, fainter than a dying ember. They nod. The cauldron and gingerbread familiar move toward their master, slowly but steadily. "Fear... is a blessing..." He scoops both of them up in his arms. "Never reject a blessing, ma'am."
She smiles slightly, waiting for them to be ready. Once they are, she slowly starts making her way through the woods, slowly, making sure he’s following. The path she takes has a slowly increasing number of spiders, moths, and other silk producing insects, to the point where they practically choke the forest. It gets much warmer, and the snow is mostly blocked from the forest floor, though it probably wouldn’t help much with his cold. Eventually, they reach the silken sanctuary, a thick blanket of webbing that creates floors, walls, and a ceiling thirty or so feet up. A small pond in the center, a fire crackling next to it, and multiple tents and homes for other lost creatures. She turns to the Witch. “Make yourself at home.”
The witch nods. "Thank you very much, ma'am." They place their cauldron over the fire, levitating and growing until it's large enough to hold a person. "Do you happen to have a sweet tooth, friend?"
She shakes her head. “I’m very sorry, but I only eat meat. I’m sure many of the others here would adore your treats, though.” She smiles again.
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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.”
He falls backwards, caught by a tangle of brambles that leap forward to catch him. He needs to deal with this. Now. In the sacred fortress of his secret Pumpkin Patch, he writes a letter. A letter to Ghoulianth. We’re running out of time. We need to finally get rid of this thing- in any way possible. It just made an attempt on my life. Meet me at the black river Necropolis at midnight. This letter will guide you there. -Prince Julius of the Autumn Country. He summons a flame in his hand and burns the letter up. It reappears in the closest open flame to Ghoulianth, and the Autumn breeze carries it the rest of the way.
she tries to smile as well, trying to be as reassuring as possible. Her scaled wings flare up behind her from beneath her silken cloak. “Maybe. Try not to think about this as a b-bad thing, I guess?… well… how do you f-feel about right now?” She’s shaking a bit as well.
Far, far away, behind the stone doors that scatter the land and amidst the crumbling ruins of Ghulheim, the crooked devourer of light continues its planning. From the flickering candle that sits atop the fallen tombstone it uses as a desk, the letter from Julius bursts into existence with a puff of embers, fluttering to the damp ground beneath. A hand of twisted root and metal catches the message before it touches the soil, and with another swift motion the wax seal opens with a faint snap. The god-eater reads through the letter carefully, before it begins packing up its meager amount of supplies and setting off once more, through the ghoul gate and into the Autumn Country once more. The letter shall guide its path.
Adeline is silent for a while, thinking. "Right now?... Worried. Curious... and something else I'm not quite sure about. I feel... hungry? But it's not a hunger I'm familiar with..." She notices her mother's trembling and frowns a bit. "How are you feeling?"
Once it enters Autumn Country, the edge of the letter’s paper begins to smolder and catch fire. It doesn’t fully burn, per Se, but the embers from the paper are carried off by the wind. In a way the wind isn’t blowing-… it’s fairly clear, they’re supposed to follow the embers.
”hunger?” She mutters under her breath, before Adeline asks her own question. “Oh, Adeline, I’m-… I’m fine, I told you, just… tired, and hungry… we don’t need to worry about that, now, though, you’re the most important thing right now.” She manages a smile.
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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.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
The witch nods. "Thank you very much, ma'am." They place their cauldron over the fire, levitating and growing until it's large enough to hold a person. "Do you happen to have a sweet tooth, friend?"
She shakes her head. “I’m very sorry, but I only eat meat. I’m sure many of the others here would adore your treats, though.” She smiles again.
"Hmmm... steak pie?" They chuckle, liquid pouring from behind their mask once more. "Yes, a blood pudding for my host!" They cackle, leaning back. "You underestimate my craft, Duchess! Oh, you've broken my heart!" They clutch their chest, a strangled grasp bursting from them as more soda gushes from their mouth. They slowly recover, the flow tapering off as their breathing steadies. "You've invited a witch into your home. Either you are a goddess or a fool, and at this point, I don't care which. I will make this worthwhile for you and your children."
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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.
Prince Julius of the Autumn Country is sitting atop a fallen gravestone in a massive graveyard, stretching for miles and miles. A river runs through the graveyard. He seems worried about something, and thorny brambles that glow with candlelight wrap around the tombstone that is his seat and grow around him wildly.
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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.”
The witch nods. "Thank you very much, ma'am." They place their cauldron over the fire, levitating and growing until it's large enough to hold a person. "Do you happen to have a sweet tooth, friend?"
She shakes her head. “I’m very sorry, but I only eat meat. I’m sure many of the others here would adore your treats, though.” She smiles again.
"Hmmm... steak pie?" They chuckle, liquid pouring from behind their mask once more. "Yes, a blood pudding for my host!" They cackle, leaning back. "You underestimate my craft, Duchess! Oh, you've broken my heart!" They clutch their chest, a strangled grasp bursting from them as more soda gushes from their mouth. They slowly recover, the flow tapering off as their breathing steadies. "You've invited a witch into your home. Either you are a goddess or a fool, and at this point, I don't care which. I will make this worthwhile for you and your children."
She chuckles nervously as they make that strangled gasping sound. “Well, I certainly hope I am not a fool… I am glad to hear that, you are-… very kind. A steak pie would do wonderfully.”
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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.”
Prince Julius of the Autumn Country is sitting atop a fallen gravestone in a massive graveyard, stretching for miles and miles. A river runs through the graveyard. He seems worried about something, and thorny brambles that glow with candlelight wrap around the tombstone that is his seat and grow around him wildly.
*want Dragonborn host, human host, or anti symbiote.*
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.
Prince Julius of the Autumn Country is sitting atop a fallen gravestone in a massive graveyard, stretching for miles and miles. A river runs through the graveyard. He seems worried about something, and thorny brambles that glow with candlelight wrap around the tombstone that is his seat and grow around him wildly.
*want Dragonborn host, human host, or anti symbiote.*
*I’m fine with any of them, you can choose!*
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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.”
Prince Julius of the Autumn Country is sitting atop a fallen gravestone in a massive graveyard, stretching for miles and miles. A river runs through the graveyard. He seems worried about something, and thorny brambles that glow with candlelight wrap around the tombstone that is his seat and grow around him wildly.
*want Dragonborn host, human host, or anti symbiote.*
*I’m fine with any of them, you can choose!*
*dragon born since that was the one holding the symbiote you interacted with yesterday.*
A young red Dragonborn is in front of a gravestone crying.
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.
"Hmmm... steak pie?" They chuckle, liquid pouring from behind their mask once more. "Yes, a blood pudding for my host!" They cackle, leaning back. "You underestimate my craft, Duchess! Oh, you've broken my heart!" They clutch their chest, a strangled grasp bursting from them as more soda gushes from their mouth. They slowly recover, the flow tapering off as their breathing steadies. "You've invited a witch into your home. Either you are a goddess or a fool, and at this point, I don't care which. I will make this worthwhile for you and your children."
She chuckles nervously as they make that strangled gasping sound. “Well, I certainly hope I am not a fool… I am glad to hear that, you are-… very kind. A steak pie would do wonderfully.”
*Should I tone down how insane this character is?*
They bow and turn to their pot, beginning to stir it.
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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.
Prince Julius of the Autumn Country is sitting atop a fallen gravestone in a massive graveyard, stretching for miles and miles. A river runs through the graveyard. He seems worried about something, and thorny brambles that glow with candlelight wrap around the tombstone that is his seat and grow around him wildly.
*want Dragonborn host, human host, or anti symbiote.*
*I’m fine with any of them, you can choose!*
*dragon born since that was the one holding the symbiote you interacted with yesterday.*
A young red Dragonborn is in front of a gravestone crying.
Julius looks over to the Dragonborn, tilting his head curiously. ”Are you alright?”
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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.”
Prince Julius of the Autumn Country is sitting atop a fallen gravestone in a massive graveyard, stretching for miles and miles. A river runs through the graveyard. He seems worried about something, and thorny brambles that glow with candlelight wrap around the tombstone that is his seat and grow around him wildly.
*want Dragonborn host, human host, or anti symbiote.*
*I’m fine with any of them, you can choose!*
*dragon born since that was the one holding the symbiote you interacted with yesterday.*
A young red Dragonborn is in front of a gravestone crying.
Julius looks over to the Dragonborn, tilting his head curiously. ”Are you alright?”
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.
"Hey, if you're cool with it, I don't have a reason to get rid of it. It's not my place to determine what's individuality and what's a mental illness, after all."
“It’s cool, I can be the lethal protector.+
They rub their masked chin. "So, what have you done with it so far?"
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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.
"Hey, if you're cool with it, I don't have a reason to get rid of it. It's not my place to determine what's individuality and what's a mental illness, after all."
“It’s cool, I can be the lethal protector.+
They rub their masked chin. "So, what have you done with it so far?"
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
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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 smiles slightly, waiting for them to be ready. Once they are, she slowly starts making her way through the woods, slowly, making sure he’s following. The path she takes has a slowly increasing number of spiders, moths, and other silk producing insects, to the point where they practically choke the forest. It gets much warmer, and the snow is mostly blocked from the forest floor, though it probably wouldn’t help much with his cold. Eventually, they reach the silken sanctuary, a thick blanket of webbing that creates floors, walls, and a ceiling thirty or so feet up. A small pond in the center, a fire crackling next to it, and multiple tents and homes for other lost creatures. She turns to the Witch. “Make yourself at home.”
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’m sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about it, or would it be better not to?*
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.”
The witch nods. "Thank you very much, ma'am." They place their cauldron over the fire, levitating and growing until it's large enough to hold a person. "Do you happen to have a sweet tooth, friend?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She shakes her head. “I’m very sorry, but I only eat meat. I’m sure many of the others here would adore your treats, though.” She smiles again.
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.”
Once it enters Autumn Country, the edge of the letter’s paper begins to smolder and catch fire. It doesn’t fully burn, per Se, but the embers from the paper are carried off by the wind. In a way the wind isn’t blowing-… it’s fairly clear, they’re supposed to follow the embers.
”hunger?” She mutters under her breath, before Adeline asks her own question. “Oh, Adeline, I’m-… I’m fine, I told you, just… tired, and hungry… we don’t need to worry about that, now, though, you’re the most important thing right now.” She manages a smile.
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.”
*anyone want to rp?*
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.
"Hmmm... steak pie?" They chuckle, liquid pouring from behind their mask once more. "Yes, a blood pudding for my host!" They cackle, leaning back. "You underestimate my craft, Duchess! Oh, you've broken my heart!" They clutch their chest, a strangled grasp bursting from them as more soda gushes from their mouth. They slowly recover, the flow tapering off as their breathing steadies. "You've invited a witch into your home. Either you are a goddess or a fool, and at this point, I don't care which. I will make this worthwhile for you and your children."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*sure!*
Prince Julius of the Autumn Country is sitting atop a fallen gravestone in a massive graveyard, stretching for miles and miles. A river runs through the graveyard. He seems worried about something, and thorny brambles that glow with candlelight wrap around the tombstone that is his seat and grow around him wildly.
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.”
She chuckles nervously as they make that strangled gasping sound. “Well, I certainly hope I am not a fool… I am glad to hear that, you are-… very kind. A steak pie would do wonderfully.”
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.”
*want Dragonborn host, human host, or anti symbiote.*
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’m fine with any of them, you can choose!*
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.”
*dragon born since that was the one holding the symbiote you interacted with yesterday.*
A young red Dragonborn is in front of a gravestone crying.
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.
*Should I tone down how insane this character is?*
They bow and turn to their pot, beginning to stir it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Julius looks over to the Dragonborn, tilting his head curiously. ”Are you alright?”
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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.”
The Dragonborn doesn’t hear him.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
They rub their masked chin. "So, what have you done with it so far?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Nothing yet.”
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.
*Have you written anything for this character, or are you developing them through RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*written a small bit, but mostly developing through rp?*
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.