The town has seemed to die down as everyone returns from fishing, their jobs, and back to their houses. The air around town seems to grow chilly as the sun begins to lower down behind the horizon and fog begins to get heavier.
The town has seemed to die down as everyone returns from fishing, their jobs, and back to their houses. The air around town seems to grow chilly as the sun begins to lower down behind the horizon and fog begins to get heavier.
The being with floodlights for eyes ambles from the docks into the town proper, casting light that almost cuts through the fog onto their surroundings as they wander without any clear purpose.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The town has seemed to die down as everyone returns from fishing, their jobs, and back to their houses. The air around town seems to grow chilly as the sun begins to lower down behind the horizon and fog begins to get heavier.
The being with floodlights for eyes ambles from the docks into the town proper, casting light that almost cuts through the fog onto their surroundings as they wander without any clear purpose.
Wayne, who still by the docks, holds up a lantern "Hello out there?"
The town has seemed to die down as everyone returns from fishing, their jobs, and back to their houses. The air around town seems to grow chilly as the sun begins to lower down behind the horizon and fog begins to get heavier.
The being with floodlights for eyes ambles from the docks into the town proper, casting light that almost cuts through the fog onto their surroundings as they wander without any clear purpose.
Wayne, who still by the docks, holds up a lantern "Hello out there?"
Their floodlight eyes turn to face Wayne, illuminating him and his surroundings as the towering figure approaches, their silhouette emerging from the fog. "Hello out there." They reply.
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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)
*A police consultant who has a network of criminals and disadvantaged individuals who love him because he's friendly, he dresses like a pirate, and he gives them all sorts of creature comforts and luxuries they would normally be denied by law enforcement and city government.*
The docks grow cold as something approaches along the water, bringing a thick mist with them. The sound of shattering ice clearly heard as it approaches, and becoming more clear. Not a ship, strangely enough, not a spooner or a barge or even a rowboat, from what can be seen, it’s just ice, and upon the frozen water is a cloaked figure. They appear to be average height, the cloak concealing everything about their form otherwise as they slowly step toward shore, the air growing even more frigid as they approach with every passing step.
The docks grow cold as something approaches along the water, bringing a thick mist with them. The sound of shattering ice clearly heard as it approaches, and becoming more clear. Not a ship, strangely enough, not a spooner or a barge or even a rowboat, from what can be seen, it’s just ice, and upon the frozen water is a cloaked figure. They appear to be average height, the cloak concealing everything about their form otherwise as they slowly step toward shore, the air growing even more frigid as they approach with every passing step.
The Tortle notices the icy figure from a nearby dock as she is finishing hacking up the kraken she slayed. As she slings a massive back over her shoulders and rises to a standing position, her own icy blue eyes observe the person as she walks down the dock where their paths will cross.
The docks grow cold as something approaches along the water, bringing a thick mist with them. The sound of shattering ice clearly heard as it approaches, and becoming more clear. Not a ship, strangely enough, not a spooner or a barge or even a rowboat, from what can be seen, it’s just ice, and upon the frozen water is a cloaked figure. They appear to be average height, the cloak concealing everything about their form otherwise as they slowly step toward shore, the air growing even more frigid as they approach with every passing step.
The Tortle notices the icy figure from a nearby dock as she is finishing hacking up the kraken she slayed. As she slings a massive back over her shoulders and rises to a standing position, her own icy blue eyes observe the person as she walks down the dock where their paths will cross.
As she looks into the cloak, she sees nothing but darkness, as if it is concealing their true form somehow. They step onto the land, their void black feet freeze on the moment they touch the ground, having to break the ice to continue walking.
The docks grow cold as something approaches along the water, bringing a thick mist with them. The sound of shattering ice clearly heard as it approaches, and becoming more clear. Not a ship, strangely enough, not a spooner or a barge or even a rowboat, from what can be seen, it’s just ice, and upon the frozen water is a cloaked figure. They appear to be average height, the cloak concealing everything about their form otherwise as they slowly step toward shore, the air growing even more frigid as they approach with every passing step.
The Tortle notices the icy figure from a nearby dock as she is finishing hacking up the kraken she slayed. As she slings a massive back over her shoulders and rises to a standing position, her own icy blue eyes observe the person as she walks down the dock where their paths will cross.
As she looks into the cloak, she sees nothing but darkness, as if it is concealing their true form somehow. They step onto the land, their void black feet freeze on the moment they touch the ground, having to break the ice to continue walking.
She would stop short of crossing the icy beings pass so they way go first, giving a nod of acknowledgment as she greets them. "Good day"
The docks grow cold as something approaches along the water, bringing a thick mist with them. The sound of shattering ice clearly heard as it approaches, and becoming more clear. Not a ship, strangely enough, not a spooner or a barge or even a rowboat, from what can be seen, it’s just ice, and upon the frozen water is a cloaked figure. They appear to be average height, the cloak concealing everything about their form otherwise as they slowly step toward shore, the air growing even more frigid as they approach with every passing step.
The Tortle notices the icy figure from a nearby dock as she is finishing hacking up the kraken she slayed. As she slings a massive back over her shoulders and rises to a standing position, her own icy blue eyes observe the person as she walks down the dock where their paths will cross.
As she looks into the cloak, she sees nothing but darkness, as if it is concealing their true form somehow. They step onto the land, their void black feet freeze on the moment they touch the ground, having to break the ice to continue walking.
She would stop short of crossing the icy beings pass so they way go first, giving a nod of acknowledgment as she greets them. "Good day"
They return the nod, their voice like the sound of water dripping into a pond “Good… day…” They seem to look around the area, taking it all in, their breaths becoming visible in the air.
The docks grow cold as something approaches along the water, bringing a thick mist with them. The sound of shattering ice clearly heard as it approaches, and becoming more clear. Not a ship, strangely enough, not a spooner or a barge or even a rowboat, from what can be seen, it’s just ice, and upon the frozen water is a cloaked figure. They appear to be average height, the cloak concealing everything about their form otherwise as they slowly step toward shore, the air growing even more frigid as they approach with every passing step.
Eya looks at the thing before walking towards it, trying to get a better view. But also trying to stay out of sight at the same time
The docks grow cold as something approaches along the water, bringing a thick mist with them. The sound of shattering ice clearly heard as it approaches, and becoming more clear. Not a ship, strangely enough, not a spooner or a barge or even a rowboat, from what can be seen, it’s just ice, and upon the frozen water is a cloaked figure. They appear to be average height, the cloak concealing everything about their form otherwise as they slowly step toward shore, the air growing even more frigid as they approach with every passing step.
Eya looks at the thing before walking towards it, trying to get a better view. But also trying to stay out of sight at the same time
It is as if there is nothing but darkness but darkness inside the cloak, simply the void as it continues walking towards the docks.
The docks grow cold as something approaches along the water, bringing a thick mist with them. The sound of shattering ice clearly heard as it approaches, and becoming more clear. Not a ship, strangely enough, not a spooner or a barge or even a rowboat, from what can be seen, it’s just ice, and upon the frozen water is a cloaked figure. They appear to be average height, the cloak concealing everything about their form otherwise as they slowly step toward shore, the air growing even more frigid as they approach with every passing step.
Eya looks at the thing before walking towards it, trying to get a better view. But also trying to stay out of sight at the same time
It is as if there is nothing but darkness but darkness inside the cloak, simply the void as it continues walking towards the docks.
Eya watches, not quite sure what to do, but she still keeps her distance.
The docks grow cold as something approaches along the water, bringing a thick mist with them. The sound of shattering ice clearly heard as it approaches, and becoming more clear. Not a ship, strangely enough, not a spooner or a barge or even a rowboat, from what can be seen, it’s just ice, and upon the frozen water is a cloaked figure. They appear to be average height, the cloak concealing everything about their form otherwise as they slowly step toward shore, the air growing even more frigid as they approach with every passing step.
Eya looks at the thing before walking towards it, trying to get a better view. But also trying to stay out of sight at the same time
It is as if there is nothing but darkness but darkness inside the cloak, simply the void as it continues walking towards the docks.
Eya watches, not quite sure what to do, but she still keeps her distance.
The creature turns to where they are standing, seemingly looking at them, but with eyes that don’t exist.
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The town has seemed to die down as everyone returns from fishing, their jobs, and back to their houses. The air around town seems to grow chilly as the sun begins to lower down behind the horizon and fog begins to get heavier.
[ Discord: #houseofash4056 | PlayStation: RoseGardenTea | Instagram: undertonetrash | Youtube: Area 23 | Steam: RoseGardenTea. ]
- Pronouns: [He/Him/They/Them] Sexuality: [Panromantic/Demisexual] -
"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
The being with floodlights for eyes ambles from the docks into the town proper, casting light that almost cuts through the fog onto their surroundings as they wander without any clear purpose.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I kinda like the ocean, just all that water makes me happy for no reason.*
Eya gets off the boat and begins to walk around the docks.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
Wayne, who still by the docks, holds up a lantern "Hello out there?"
[ Discord: #houseofash4056 | PlayStation: RoseGardenTea | Instagram: undertonetrash | Youtube: Area 23 | Steam: RoseGardenTea. ]
- Pronouns: [He/Him/They/Them] Sexuality: [Panromantic/Demisexual] -
"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
A man with a thick brown beard and short hair waves, holding a lantern in one hand.
[ Discord: #houseofash4056 | PlayStation: RoseGardenTea | Instagram: undertonetrash | Youtube: Area 23 | Steam: RoseGardenTea. ]
- Pronouns: [He/Him/They/Them] Sexuality: [Panromantic/Demisexual] -
"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
Eya smiles and walks over to him, whistling as she did.
*the song in question just cause: Chopin Funeral March (reversed)*
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
Their floodlight eyes turn to face Wayne, illuminating him and his surroundings as the towering figure approaches, their silhouette emerging from the fog. "Hello out there." They reply.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I can't wait to intro to this! can't today, (something about oceans IG IDK?)...*
Sig but long ^w^
Furry Febuary Prompts:
Hybrid, Silly, Fluffy, Afraid, Mantled Beast, Sleepy, Glitched, Shark Hybrid, Dragon, Cat, Arson, Chibi, Protogen, Feathers, Wolf Hybrid, Elegant, Kind-Eyed, Sad, Happy, Dinosaur, Owl, Ox Hybrid, Leopard, Colorful, Snake, Hyena, Bat, Your 'Sona
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
The bard has mostly regained all of her physical strength, and is currently scavenging the banks for her lost supplies.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Tortle spends some time hacking up the kraken to sell its parts in the town.
*A police consultant who has a network of criminals and disadvantaged individuals who love him because he's friendly, he dresses like a pirate, and he gives them all sorts of creature comforts and luxuries they would normally be denied by law enforcement and city government.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
The docks grow cold as something approaches along the water, bringing a thick mist with them. The sound of shattering ice clearly heard as it approaches, and becoming more clear. Not a ship, strangely enough, not a spooner or a barge or even a rowboat, from what can be seen, it’s just ice, and upon the frozen water is a cloaked figure. They appear to be average height, the cloak concealing everything about their form otherwise as they slowly step toward shore, the air growing even more frigid as they approach with every passing step.
The Tortle notices the icy figure from a nearby dock as she is finishing hacking up the kraken she slayed. As she slings a massive back over her shoulders and rises to a standing position, her own icy blue eyes observe the person as she walks down the dock where their paths will cross.
As she looks into the cloak, she sees nothing but darkness, as if it is concealing their true form somehow. They step onto the land, their void black feet freeze on the moment they touch the ground, having to break the ice to continue walking.
She would stop short of crossing the icy beings pass so they way go first, giving a nod of acknowledgment as she greets them. "Good day"
They return the nod, their voice like the sound of water dripping into a pond “Good… day…” They seem to look around the area, taking it all in, their breaths becoming visible in the air.
Eya looks at the thing before walking towards it, trying to get a better view. But also trying to stay out of sight at the same time
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
It is as if there is nothing but darkness but darkness inside the cloak, simply the void as it continues walking towards the docks.
Eya watches, not quite sure what to do, but she still keeps her distance.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
The creature turns to where they are standing, seemingly looking at them, but with eyes that don’t exist.