Apollon is wandering the countryside, looking for a place to rest, his spear leaves a line behind him as he slowly drags it behind him.
*Morning! How are you doing?*
He sees a colossal withering sunflower- easily at least fifteen feet in height- crawling across the terrain on gnarled roots. Its various flowers are all fixated on the sun, taking in as much light as possible. Coiled in its gnarled stem is a grisly-looking cleaver.
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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)
Apollon is wandering the countryside, looking for a place to rest, his spear leaves a line behind him as he slowly drags it behind him.
*Morning! How are you doing?*
He sees a colossal withering sunflower- easily at least fifteen feet in height- crawling across the terrain on gnarled roots. Its various flowers are all fixated on the sun, taking in as much light as possible. Coiled in its gnarled stem is a grisly-looking cleaver.
*Eepy, but I have a monster so yippie! What about you Yvonne?*
Apollon, curious, trudges over. "What might you be?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
With all the tension and activity in the Autumn Country, the frequency of culinary gifts have increased throughout the various villages. A few folks tell tales of seeing a massive house shaped shadow skittering through the dark woods, weaving it’s way through the trees.
In the Keep of Painted Leaves, hidden in a place only the King of Autumn would wander, a large and freshly baked pumpkin pie sits, the wafting aroma filling the air around it with a warm nostalgic feeling of harvest’s past and merry celebration.
Apollon is wandering the countryside, looking for a place to rest, his spear leaves a line behind him as he slowly drags it behind him.
*Morning! How are you doing?*
He sees a colossal withering sunflower- easily at least fifteen feet in height- crawling across the terrain on gnarled roots. Its various flowers are all fixated on the sun, taking in as much light as possible. Coiled in its gnarled stem is a grisly-looking cleaver.
*Eepy, but I have a monster so yippie! What about you Yvonne?*
Apollon, curious, trudges over. "What might you be?"
*Also eepy, but overall I feel pretty good.*
One of the husk's flower heads turns to face him, the rest focused on the sun. It speaks in a hoarse and faint voice, as though it is struggling to breathe.
"...I am... Helianth... I seek... the sun..." It stops moving away. "...What... are... you?.."
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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)
Apollon is wandering the countryside, looking for a place to rest, his spear leaves a line behind him as he slowly drags it behind him.
*Morning! How are you doing?*
He sees a colossal withering sunflower- easily at least fifteen feet in height- crawling across the terrain on gnarled roots. Its various flowers are all fixated on the sun, taking in as much light as possible. Coiled in its gnarled stem is a grisly-looking cleaver.
*Eepy, but I have a monster so yippie! What about you Yvonne?*
Apollon, curious, trudges over. "What might you be?"
*Also eepy, but overall I feel pretty good.*
One of the husk's flower heads turns to face him, the rest focused on the sun. It speaks in a hoarse and faint voice, as though it is struggling to breathe.
"...I am... Helianth... I seek... the sun..." It stops moving away. "...What... are... you?.."
"Apollon the Hunter. Apollon the Flame of Frenzy." he looks up at them. "you seek the sun friend..?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cut for EJODM* Out of the ghoul gate steps the oversized figure of a Son of Amina. Somehow, he is able to squeeze a twelve foot tall frame out of the tombstone door. Two ginormous eyes of cold, yellow light shine out of his face. He is dressed in a loose tunic that used to be white but has been stained with yellow mold. Brown canvas pants clad his bow legged legs and dangling from his huge ears are a fork and a knife, hanging as earrings.
“Amina does not take kindly to attacks on her family.”
"Amina can not take kindly all she likes, scum." Fahkar raises his blade, the dawn light spilling over the Son and the Ghouls, the latter of which are paralyzed. A soft, feminine voice seems to emanate from the blade. "Fight and suffer a terrible fate. Surrender yourself and you will die quickly. I recommend the second option."
"I have nothing to surrender. Nothing at all. A fright must fight!" The fork and knife hanging from his ears swing wildly as he lunges forward. His long, muscular arms swing wide and his grubby fingers ball into stone fists that leave craters in the earth when he slams them to the ground.
"Suit yourself..." The blade mutters. Fahkar grimaces under his deep hood, Muttering something. Suddenly, a long rope, glowing orange, seems to jump from his hand, darting forward to wrap around the monster's neck. DEX save please.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Apollon is wandering the countryside, looking for a place to rest, his spear leaves a line behind him as he slowly drags it behind him.
*Morning! How are you doing?*
He sees a colossal withering sunflower- easily at least fifteen feet in height- crawling across the terrain on gnarled roots. Its various flowers are all fixated on the sun, taking in as much light as possible. Coiled in its gnarled stem is a grisly-looking cleaver.
*Eepy, but I have a monster so yippie! What about you Yvonne?*
Apollon, curious, trudges over. "What might you be?"
*Also eepy, but overall I feel pretty good.*
One of the husk's flower heads turns to face him, the rest focused on the sun. It speaks in a hoarse and faint voice, as though it is struggling to breathe.
"...I am... Helianth... I seek... the sun..." It stops moving away. "...What... are... you?.."
"Apollon the Hunter. Apollon the Flame of Frenzy." he looks up at them. "you seek the sun friend..?"
"...It is... the one thing... that sates... my hunger..." Another of its flowers turns to face him, and for a brief moment, Apollon can see the sunlight physically being absorbed into the flower- snuffed out in an unseen abyss.
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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)
Apollon is wandering the countryside, looking for a place to rest, his spear leaves a line behind him as he slowly drags it behind him.
*Morning! How are you doing?*
He sees a colossal withering sunflower- easily at least fifteen feet in height- crawling across the terrain on gnarled roots. Its various flowers are all fixated on the sun, taking in as much light as possible. Coiled in its gnarled stem is a grisly-looking cleaver.
*Eepy, but I have a monster so yippie! What about you Yvonne?*
Apollon, curious, trudges over. "What might you be?"
*Also eepy, but overall I feel pretty good.*
One of the husk's flower heads turns to face him, the rest focused on the sun. It speaks in a hoarse and faint voice, as though it is struggling to breathe.
"...I am... Helianth... I seek... the sun..." It stops moving away. "...What... are... you?.."
"Apollon the Hunter. Apollon the Flame of Frenzy." he looks up at them. "you seek the sun friend..?"
"...It is... the one thing... that sates... my hunger..." Another of its flowers turns to face him, and for a brief moment, Apollon can see the sunlight physically being absorbed into the flower- snuffed out in an unseen abyss.
Apollon raises a hand and sets his hand ablaze. "Would this help you, friend?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Apollon is wandering the countryside, looking for a place to rest, his spear leaves a line behind him as he slowly drags it behind him.
*Morning! How are you doing?*
He sees a colossal withering sunflower- easily at least fifteen feet in height- crawling across the terrain on gnarled roots. Its various flowers are all fixated on the sun, taking in as much light as possible. Coiled in its gnarled stem is a grisly-looking cleaver.
*Eepy, but I have a monster so yippie! What about you Yvonne?*
Apollon, curious, trudges over. "What might you be?"
*Also eepy, but overall I feel pretty good.*
One of the husk's flower heads turns to face him, the rest focused on the sun. It speaks in a hoarse and faint voice, as though it is struggling to breathe.
"...I am... Helianth... I seek... the sun..." It stops moving away. "...What... are... you?.."
"Apollon the Hunter. Apollon the Flame of Frenzy." he looks up at them. "you seek the sun friend..?"
"...It is... the one thing... that sates... my hunger..." Another of its flowers turns to face him, and for a brief moment, Apollon can see the sunlight physically being absorbed into the flower- snuffed out in an unseen abyss.
Apollon raises a hand and sets his hand ablaze. "Would this help you, friend?"
Its flowers turn to the flame, and Apollon can see the firelight being absorbed and consumed by Helianth, but after a few seconds it stops.
"...A familiar taste... but it is... not enough..."
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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)
Apollon is wandering the countryside, looking for a place to rest, his spear leaves a line behind him as he slowly drags it behind him.
*Morning! How are you doing?*
He sees a colossal withering sunflower- easily at least fifteen feet in height- crawling across the terrain on gnarled roots. Its various flowers are all fixated on the sun, taking in as much light as possible. Coiled in its gnarled stem is a grisly-looking cleaver.
*Eepy, but I have a monster so yippie! What about you Yvonne?*
Apollon, curious, trudges over. "What might you be?"
*Also eepy, but overall I feel pretty good.*
One of the husk's flower heads turns to face him, the rest focused on the sun. It speaks in a hoarse and faint voice, as though it is struggling to breathe.
"...I am... Helianth... I seek... the sun..." It stops moving away. "...What... are... you?.."
"Apollon the Hunter. Apollon the Flame of Frenzy." he looks up at them. "you seek the sun friend..?"
"...It is... the one thing... that sates... my hunger..." Another of its flowers turns to face him, and for a brief moment, Apollon can see the sunlight physically being absorbed into the flower- snuffed out in an unseen abyss.
Apollon raises a hand and sets his hand ablaze. "Would this help you, friend?"
Its flowers turn to the flame, and Apollon can see the firelight being absorbed and consumed by Helianth, but after a few seconds it stops.
"...A familiar taste... but it is... not enough..."
He brightens the flame, continuously making it represent the sun.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Apollon is wandering the countryside, looking for a place to rest, his spear leaves a line behind him as he slowly drags it behind him.
*Morning! How are you doing?*
He sees a colossal withering sunflower- easily at least fifteen feet in height- crawling across the terrain on gnarled roots. Its various flowers are all fixated on the sun, taking in as much light as possible. Coiled in its gnarled stem is a grisly-looking cleaver.
*Eepy, but I have a monster so yippie! What about you Yvonne?*
Apollon, curious, trudges over. "What might you be?"
*Also eepy, but overall I feel pretty good.*
One of the husk's flower heads turns to face him, the rest focused on the sun. It speaks in a hoarse and faint voice, as though it is struggling to breathe.
"...I am... Helianth... I seek... the sun..." It stops moving away. "...What... are... you?.."
"Apollon the Hunter. Apollon the Flame of Frenzy." he looks up at them. "you seek the sun friend..?"
"...It is... the one thing... that sates... my hunger..." Another of its flowers turns to face him, and for a brief moment, Apollon can see the sunlight physically being absorbed into the flower- snuffed out in an unseen abyss.
Apollon raises a hand and sets his hand ablaze. "Would this help you, friend?"
Its flowers turn to the flame, and Apollon can see the firelight being absorbed and consumed by Helianth, but after a few seconds it stops.
"...A familiar taste... but it is... not enough..."
He brightens the flame, continuously making it represent the sun.
All of the flower's heads turn towards the flame, devouring the light from it. In fact, it feasts at such a rate that the flame begins to dim. A warm light can be seen very faintly shining out from within its stem.
Apollon can sense something in the desiccated husk absorbing his flames. A deep and unending well, and an overwhelming force of... HUNGER.
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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)
Apollon is wandering the countryside, looking for a place to rest, his spear leaves a line behind him as he slowly drags it behind him.
*Morning! How are you doing?*
He sees a colossal withering sunflower- easily at least fifteen feet in height- crawling across the terrain on gnarled roots. Its various flowers are all fixated on the sun, taking in as much light as possible. Coiled in its gnarled stem is a grisly-looking cleaver.
*Eepy, but I have a monster so yippie! What about you Yvonne?*
Apollon, curious, trudges over. "What might you be?"
*Also eepy, but overall I feel pretty good.*
One of the husk's flower heads turns to face him, the rest focused on the sun. It speaks in a hoarse and faint voice, as though it is struggling to breathe.
"...I am... Helianth... I seek... the sun..." It stops moving away. "...What... are... you?.."
"Apollon the Hunter. Apollon the Flame of Frenzy." he looks up at them. "you seek the sun friend..?"
"...It is... the one thing... that sates... my hunger..." Another of its flowers turns to face him, and for a brief moment, Apollon can see the sunlight physically being absorbed into the flower- snuffed out in an unseen abyss.
Apollon raises a hand and sets his hand ablaze. "Would this help you, friend?"
Its flowers turn to the flame, and Apollon can see the firelight being absorbed and consumed by Helianth, but after a few seconds it stops.
"...A familiar taste... but it is... not enough..."
He brightens the flame, continuously making it represent the sun.
All of the flower's heads turn towards the flame, devouring the light from it. In fact, it feasts at such a rate that the flame begins to dim. A warm light can be seen very faintly shining out from within its stem.
Apollon can sense something in the desiccated husk absorbing his flames. A deep and unending well, and an overwhelming force of... HUNGER.
"You are starved..." he mutters, pouring his willpower into the flames.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Apollon is wandering the countryside, looking for a place to rest, his spear leaves a line behind him as he slowly drags it behind him.
*Morning! How are you doing?*
He sees a colossal withering sunflower- easily at least fifteen feet in height- crawling across the terrain on gnarled roots. Its various flowers are all fixated on the sun, taking in as much light as possible. Coiled in its gnarled stem is a grisly-looking cleaver.
*Eepy, but I have a monster so yippie! What about you Yvonne?*
Apollon, curious, trudges over. "What might you be?"
*Also eepy, but overall I feel pretty good.*
One of the husk's flower heads turns to face him, the rest focused on the sun. It speaks in a hoarse and faint voice, as though it is struggling to breathe.
"...I am... Helianth... I seek... the sun..." It stops moving away. "...What... are... you?.."
"Apollon the Hunter. Apollon the Flame of Frenzy." he looks up at them. "you seek the sun friend..?"
"...It is... the one thing... that sates... my hunger..." Another of its flowers turns to face him, and for a brief moment, Apollon can see the sunlight physically being absorbed into the flower- snuffed out in an unseen abyss.
Apollon raises a hand and sets his hand ablaze. "Would this help you, friend?"
Its flowers turn to the flame, and Apollon can see the firelight being absorbed and consumed by Helianth, but after a few seconds it stops.
"...A familiar taste... but it is... not enough..."
He brightens the flame, continuously making it represent the sun.
All of the flower's heads turn towards the flame, devouring the light from it. In fact, it feasts at such a rate that the flame begins to dim. A warm light can be seen very faintly shining out from within its stem.
Apollon can sense something in the desiccated husk absorbing his flames. A deep and unending well, and an overwhelming force of... HUNGER.
"You are starved..." he mutters, pouring his willpower into the flames.
The more power is imbued into the flames, the more the creature feasts. It eats and eats and eats at the light, desperate to sate its never-ending hunger. The light within its stem grows a touch brighter, and Apollon begins to feel somewhat nauseous- Helianth is beginning to eat away at the very core of his power.
*OOC note, continuing to feed Helianth has a good chance of ending very badly. Proceed with caution.*
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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)
Apollon is wandering the countryside, looking for a place to rest, his spear leaves a line behind him as he slowly drags it behind him.
*Morning! How are you doing?*
He sees a colossal withering sunflower- easily at least fifteen feet in height- crawling across the terrain on gnarled roots. Its various flowers are all fixated on the sun, taking in as much light as possible. Coiled in its gnarled stem is a grisly-looking cleaver.
*Eepy, but I have a monster so yippie! What about you Yvonne?*
Apollon, curious, trudges over. "What might you be?"
*Also eepy, but overall I feel pretty good.*
One of the husk's flower heads turns to face him, the rest focused on the sun. It speaks in a hoarse and faint voice, as though it is struggling to breathe.
"...I am... Helianth... I seek... the sun..." It stops moving away. "...What... are... you?.."
"Apollon the Hunter. Apollon the Flame of Frenzy." he looks up at them. "you seek the sun friend..?"
"...It is... the one thing... that sates... my hunger..." Another of its flowers turns to face him, and for a brief moment, Apollon can see the sunlight physically being absorbed into the flower- snuffed out in an unseen abyss.
Apollon raises a hand and sets his hand ablaze. "Would this help you, friend?"
Its flowers turn to the flame, and Apollon can see the firelight being absorbed and consumed by Helianth, but after a few seconds it stops.
"...A familiar taste... but it is... not enough..."
He brightens the flame, continuously making it represent the sun.
All of the flower's heads turn towards the flame, devouring the light from it. In fact, it feasts at such a rate that the flame begins to dim. A warm light can be seen very faintly shining out from within its stem.
Apollon can sense something in the desiccated husk absorbing his flames. A deep and unending well, and an overwhelming force of... HUNGER.
"You are starved..." he mutters, pouring his willpower into the flames.
The more power is imbued into the flames, the more the creature feasts. It eats and eats and eats at the light, desperate to sate its never-ending hunger. The light within its stem grows a touch brighter, and Apollon begins to feel somewhat nauseous- Helianth is beginning to eat away at the very core of his power.
*OOC note, continuing to feed Helianth has a good chance of ending very badly. Proceed with caution.*
*Okay*
The light vanishes as Apollon takes a knee, breathing heavily.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Morning everyone*
Apollon is wandering the countryside, looking for a place to rest, his spear leaves a line behind him as he slowly drags it behind him.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Morning! How are you doing?*
He sees a colossal withering sunflower- easily at least fifteen feet in height- crawling across the terrain on gnarled roots. Its various flowers are all fixated on the sun, taking in as much light as possible. Coiled in its gnarled stem is a grisly-looking cleaver.
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)
*Eepy, but I have a monster so yippie! What about you Yvonne?*
Apollon, curious, trudges over. "What might you be?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
With all the tension and activity in the Autumn Country, the frequency of culinary gifts have increased throughout the various villages. A few folks tell tales of seeing a massive house shaped shadow skittering through the dark woods, weaving it’s way through the trees.
In the Keep of Painted Leaves, hidden in a place only the King of Autumn would wander, a large and freshly baked pumpkin pie sits, the wafting aroma filling the air around it with a warm nostalgic feeling of harvest’s past and merry celebration.
*Also eepy, but overall I feel pretty good.*
One of the husk's flower heads turns to face him, the rest focused on the sun. It speaks in a hoarse and faint voice, as though it is struggling to breathe.
"...I am... Helianth... I seek... the sun..." It stops moving away. "...What... are... you?.."
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)
"Apollon the Hunter. Apollon the Flame of Frenzy." he looks up at them. "you seek the sun friend..?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Suit yourself..." The blade mutters. Fahkar grimaces under his deep hood, Muttering something. Suddenly, a long rope, glowing orange, seems to jump from his hand, darting forward to wrap around the monster's neck. DEX save please.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
"...It is... the one thing... that sates... my hunger..." Another of its flowers turns to face him, and for a brief moment, Apollon can see the sunlight physically being absorbed into the flower- snuffed out in an unseen abyss.
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)
Apollon raises a hand and sets his hand ablaze. "Would this help you, friend?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Its flowers turn to the flame, and Apollon can see the firelight being absorbed and consumed by Helianth, but after a few seconds it stops.
"...A familiar taste... but it is... not enough..."
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 brightens the flame, continuously making it represent the sun.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
All of the flower's heads turn towards the flame, devouring the light from it. In fact, it feasts at such a rate that the flame begins to dim. A warm light can be seen very faintly shining out from within its stem.
Apollon can sense something in the desiccated husk absorbing his flames. A deep and unending well, and an overwhelming force of... HUNGER.
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 are starved..." he mutters, pouring his willpower into the flames.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The more power is imbued into the flames, the more the creature feasts. It eats and eats and eats at the light, desperate to sate its never-ending hunger. The light within its stem grows a touch brighter, and Apollon begins to feel somewhat nauseous- Helianth is beginning to eat away at the very core of his power.
*OOC note, continuing to feed Helianth has a good chance of ending very badly. Proceed with caution.*
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)
*Okay*
The light vanishes as Apollon takes a knee, breathing heavily.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Helianth pulls their flowers away from the dying embers as they turn to face the sun again, just as hungry as they were before.
"...Thank you... I feel... stronger..."
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)
Apollon nods, struggiling to stand for a moment.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"...Where... can I find... more of... that light?.." The sunflower doesn't seem to notice Apollon's struggling- if it did, it doesn't pay it 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)
"You'd have to kill me..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"...Very well..." The flower turns back towards Apollon, casting a crooked shadow over him. "...How much more... light... do you have?"
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)