*sorry guys I'm going to bed talk tomorrow and a quote from dream smp Onto a new day. A new plot to destroy my enemies I changed the last part*
*goodbye!*
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โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fanฮด โ making a smoothie for meta โโโโโโ| EXTENDED SIG |โโโโโโ ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
*sorry guys I'm going to bed talk tomorrow and a quote from dream smp Onto a new day. A new plot to destroy my enemies I changed the last part*
*goodbye!*
*bye*
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
โYep, you should sit down-โ she guides him to a nearby chair, sitting down next to him. โShould have warned you- too much can causeโฆ a lot of weird things to happen. Mainlyโฆ feeling what youโre feeling right now, and, uh, the clouding of thoughts. Its more manageable, and enjoyable if you drink lessโฆ just donโt drink any more, and youโll be fine in a few hours.โ
His balance is impeccable still, even while standing on his toes, but he allows himself to be led. โNahn hjan rhunin meโehcusu?โ He asks blearily, speaking in his native tongue. โKhadid.. Maja.. tu naht prudhhana..โ
She studies him quizzically. โIโฆ donโt know what youโre trying to say.โ
*cyno im going to go make a robot cyno do you want a robot if i made you a robot would you want it perhaps if they were really strong if i made a friggen robot cyno would you want this really strong cool military robot*
*YIPPPEE one robot please*
*on it sir yes sir*
Trekking through the snow during an otherwise unnoteworthy day, a figure strides up to the edge of Rhagoan, maybe 60 feet from the nearest building, the distant glow of the sun dragging behind them with the gleam off the snow surrounding casting them into a sort of blinding reverse shadow, almost difficult to look at. Despite the frigid weather, as soon as they come into focus, they seem to be wearing a freakishly little amount of clothing, with a full body covered in dark grey metal in place of skin, all the way up to around their collarbone, where it fades into a more skin-like grey (almost similar to a drow).Their blackened eyes scan the town quickly, the white irises that lay within matching the color of the surrounding snow. They blink, the metallic mask that covers everywhere above the bottom of their left jaw all the way to the top of their right ear in a semi-straight line. Their crow-colored black hair runs down to just below their shoulders in well kept yet somewhat dirty chunks, almost as if they knew what it had to look like, yet never actually had to grow it out themselves. They raise a finger to their lip, the faintest sound of mechanical whirring becoming slightly more audible every time they move. Their eyes narrow, and they hover a hand around the right side of their ribcage. With a slightly louder mechanical buzz, an obsidian black knife is produced from a cavity that didn't seem to exist before, and in a flash quicker than a lightning strike, they swing it in a large arc behind them, a large white panther painting the ground a vibrant crimson.
โYep, you should sit down-โ she guides him to a nearby chair, sitting down next to him. โShould have warned you- too much can causeโฆ a lot of weird things to happen. Mainlyโฆ feeling what youโre feeling right now, and, uh, the clouding of thoughts. Its more manageable, and enjoyable if you drink lessโฆ just donโt drink any more, and youโll be fine in a few hours.โ
His balance is impeccable still, even while standing on his toes, but he allows himself to be led. โNahn hjan rhunin meโehcusu?โ He asks blearily, speaking in his native tongue. โKhadid.. Maja.. tu naht prudhhana..โ
She studies him quizzically. โIโฆ donโt know what youโre trying to say.โ
โMajaโฆ I miss them..โ He says softly. โThank youโฆ masuri.. you are kind to help me. I have very much enjoyed my time here.โ Khass bleats again, tail swishing. โI havenโt been able to talk about myself enough.โ
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โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fanฮด โ making a smoothie for meta โโโโโโ| EXTENDED SIG |โโโโโโ ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
โYep, you should sit down-โ she guides him to a nearby chair, sitting down next to him. โShould have warned you- too much can causeโฆ a lot of weird things to happen. Mainlyโฆ feeling what youโre feeling right now, and, uh, the clouding of thoughts. Its more manageable, and enjoyable if you drink lessโฆ just donโt drink any more, and youโll be fine in a few hours.โ
His balance is impeccable still, even while standing on his toes, but he allows himself to be led. โNahn hjan rhunin meโehcusu?โ He asks blearily, speaking in his native tongue. โKhadid.. Maja.. tu naht prudhhana..โ
She studies him quizzically. โIโฆ donโt know what youโre trying to say.โ
โMajaโฆ I miss them..โ He says softly. โThank youโฆ masuri.. you are kind to help me. I have very much enjoyed my time here.โ Khass bleats again, tail swishing. โI havenโt been able to talk about myself enough.โ
โIt is the least I could doโฆโ she says, setting down her own glass of wine. โWould youโฆ like to talk about yourself?โ She asks, not entirely sure what he means by saying that.
Trekking through the snow during an otherwise unnoteworthy day, a figure strides up to the edge of Rhagoan, maybe 60 feet from the nearest building, the distant glow of the sun dragging behind them with the gleam off the snow surrounding casting them into a sort of blinding reverse shadow, almost difficult to look at. Despite the frigid weather, as soon as they come into focus, they seem to be wearing a freakishly little amount of clothing, with a full body covered in dark grey metal in place of skin, all the way up to around their collarbone, where it fades into a more skin-like grey (almost similar to a drow).Their blackened eyes scan the town quickly, the white irises that lay within matching the color of the surrounding snow. They blink, the metallic mask that covers everywhere above the bottom of their left jaw all the way to the top of their right ear in a semi-straight line. Their crow-colored black hair runs down to just below their shoulders in well kept yet somewhat dirty chunks, almost as if they knew what it had to look like, yet never actually had to grow it out themselves. They raise a finger to their lip, the faintest sound of mechanical whirring becoming slightly more audible every time they move. Their eyes narrow, and they hover a hand around the right side of their ribcage. With a slightly louder mechanical buzz, an obsidian black knife is produced from a cavity that didn't seem to exist before, and in a flash quicker than a lightning strike, they swing it in a large arc behind them, a large white panther painting the ground a vibrant crimson.
A soft voice comes from directly to the left of them. โImpressive, though I was hoping to leave it alive.โ Their voice is soft, like a birdsong, and they seem to almost emerge from the snow, though at a closer glance it appears to be the result of excellent camouflage. In their hands is a massive hookspear, barbed at one end and tapering off at the other, inlaid with small bell-like contraptions that make an almost saltshaker sound when moved. The person looks to be humanoid from the waist up and some sort of feline below that, with a thick white coat and serrated black spots dappling their back. Their skin is a soft grayish blue, with large ram horns and a cowl covering half of their face. The centaurianโs face looks to have decorative makeup and facepaint, minimalized dots drawing under the eyes and up the forehead connecting together. Their hair is curly, braided in a length that nearly reaches the knees, and their clothing is thick and woolen, hiding hints of onyx-scaled armor underneath. Around their waist are numerous belts, a strange looking horn jutting out from the left side and a lantern filled with bone on the other.
The feline centurian regards the stranger curiously. โYou are not dressed properly for the weather.โ They almost scold.
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โIt is the least I could doโฆโ she says, setting down her own glass of wine. โWould youโฆ like to talk about yourself?โ She asks, not entirely sure what he means by saying that.
โNonono I just feel guilty.. you have shared so much and I have shared so little.โ His ears droop.
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โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fanฮด โ making a smoothie for meta โโโโโโ| EXTENDED SIG |โโโโโโ ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
Trekking through the snow during an otherwise unnoteworthy day, a figure strides up to the edge of Rhagoan, maybe 60 feet from the nearest building, the distant glow of the sun dragging behind them with the gleam off the snow surrounding casting them into a sort of blinding reverse shadow, almost difficult to look at. Despite the frigid weather, as soon as they come into focus, they seem to be wearing a freakishly little amount of clothing, with a full body covered in dark grey metal in place of skin, all the way up to around their collarbone, where it fades into a more skin-like grey (almost similar to a drow).Their blackened eyes scan the town quickly, the white irises that lay within matching the color of the surrounding snow. They blink, the metallic mask that covers everywhere above the bottom of their left jaw all the way to the top of their right ear in a semi-straight line. Their crow-colored black hair runs down to just below their shoulders in well kept yet somewhat dirty chunks, almost as if they knew what it had to look like, yet never actually had to grow it out themselves. They raise a finger to their lip, the faintest sound of mechanical whirring becoming slightly more audible every time they move. Their eyes narrow, and they hover a hand around the right side of their ribcage. With a slightly louder mechanical buzz, an obsidian black knife is produced from a cavity that didn't seem to exist before, and in a flash quicker than a lightning strike, they swing it in a large arc behind them, a large white panther painting the ground a vibrant crimson.
A soft voice comes from directly to the left of them. โImpressive, though I was hoping to leave it alive.โ Their voice is soft, like a birdsong, and they seem to almost emerge from the snow, though at a closer glance it appears to be the result of excellent camouflage. In their hands is a massive hookspear, barbed at one end and tapering off at the other, inlaid with small bell-like contraptions that make an almost saltshaker sound when moved. The person looks to be humanoid from the waist up and some sort of feline below that, with a thick white coat and serrated black spots dappling their back. Their skin is a soft grayish blue, with large ram horns and a cowl covering half of their face. The centaurianโs face looks to have decorative makeup and facepaint, minimalized dots drawing under the eyes and up the forehead connecting together. Their hair is curly, braided in a length that nearly reaches the knees, and their clothing is thick and woolen, hiding hints of onyx-scaled armor underneath. Around their waist are numerous belts, a strange looking horn jutting out from the left side and a lantern filled with bone on the other.
The feline centurian regards the stranger curiously. โYou are not dressed properly for the weather.โ They almost scold.
They stare at them blankly, blinking a few times before responding. "..right." What comes out is a thickly accented voice, dry as if they haven't spoken in days, weeks maybe. They look down and just stare at the body laying in the snow, not moving at all.
โIt is the least I could doโฆโ she says, setting down her own glass of wine. โWould youโฆ like to talk about yourself?โ She asks, not entirely sure what he means by saying that.
โNonono I just feel guilty.. you have shared so much and I have shared so little.โ His ears droop.
โIโฆ wellโฆ perhaps we-โฆโ she trails off. โItโs not a problem, do not stress. We could talk about it another time, if we not nowโฆโ she awkwardly replies. She seems a bit tense, uncomfortable.
They stare at them blankly, blinking a few times before responding. "..right." What comes out is a thickly accented voice, dry as if they haven't spoken in days, weeks maybe. They look down and just stare at the body laying in the snow, not moving at all.
โDo you have a home, friend?โ They ask politely.
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โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fanฮด โ making a smoothie for meta โโโโโโ| EXTENDED SIG |โโโโโโ ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
โIt is the least I could doโฆโ she says, setting down her own glass of wine. โWould youโฆ like to talk about yourself?โ She asks, not entirely sure what he means by saying that.
โNonono I just feel guilty.. you have shared so much and I have shared so little.โ His ears droop.
โIโฆ wellโฆ perhaps we-โฆโ she trails off. โItโs not a problem, do not stress. We could talk about it another time, if we not nowโฆโ she awkwardly replies. She seems a bit tense, uncomfortable.
โIs.. something wrong? I apologize- I- perhaps it would have been better if I did not accept your invitation.โ His speech is a little slow, though Khass manages to maintain the entire sentence in common.
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โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fanฮด โ making a smoothie for meta โโโโโโ| EXTENDED SIG |โโโโโโ ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
โIt is the least I could doโฆโ she says, setting down her own glass of wine. โWould youโฆ like to talk about yourself?โ She asks, not entirely sure what he means by saying that.
โNonono I just feel guilty.. you have shared so much and I have shared so little.โ His ears droop.
โIโฆ wellโฆ perhaps we-โฆโ she trails off. โItโs not a problem, do not stress. We could talk about it another time, if not nowโฆโ she awkwardly replies. She seems a bit tense, uncomfortable.
โIs.. something wrong? I apologize- I- perhaps it would have been better if I did not accept your invitation.โ His speech is a little slow, though Khass manages to maintain the entire sentence in common.
โNonononononono-โ she takes a deep breath. โYouโre fine, I am glad you cameโฆ youโre just a bitโฆ tipsy. I hadnโt realized that not all places have wine, though it makes senseโฆโ she stutters out, trying to reassure him.
They stare at them blankly, blinking a few times before responding. "..right." What comes out is a thickly accented voice, dry as if they haven't spoken in days, weeks maybe. They look down and just stare at the body laying in the snow, not moving at all.
โDo you have a home, friend?โ They ask politely.
"I.. can't say." They sigh and make a small gesture, muttering something under their breath while they stare at the leopard. After a moment they turn back to the person. "Would you like to take this..? I can carry it if you need."
โNonononononono-โ she takes a deep breath. โYouโre fine, I am glad you cameโฆ youโre just a bitโฆ tipsy. I hadnโt realized that not all places have wine, though it makes senseโฆโ she stutters out, trying to reassure him.
*they might become chaotic besties*
*literally*
โI can leave, maโam, if you need me to.โ Khass affirms again, tail swishing as if horrified at the thought of offending her. โBut this has been very fun.. some of the most fun Iโve had. I enjoy seeing new different types of people.โ
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โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fanฮด โ making a smoothie for meta โโโโโโ| EXTENDED SIG |โโโโโโ ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
They stare at them blankly, blinking a few times before responding. "..right." What comes out is a thickly accented voice, dry as if they haven't spoken in days, weeks maybe. They look down and just stare at the body laying in the snow, not moving at all.
โDo you have a home, friend?โ They ask politely.
"I.. can't say." They sigh and make a small gesture, muttering something under their breath while they stare at the leopard. After a moment they turn back to the person. "Would you like to take this..? I can carry it if you need."
โNo need. I can carry it myself.โ The centurian bends its forelegs to reach, grabbing the carcass and slinging it over its back. โBut you are welcome to come back with me. I would hate to leave someone in the snow as you are now.โ
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โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fanฮด โ making a smoothie for meta โโโโโโ| EXTENDED SIG |โโโโโโ ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
โNonononononono-โ she takes a deep breath. โYouโre fine, I am glad you cameโฆ youโre just a bitโฆ tipsy. I hadnโt realized that not all places have wine, though it makes senseโฆโ she stutters out, trying to reassure him.
*they might become chaotic besties*
*literally*
โI can leave, maโam, if you need me to.โ Khass affirms again, tail swishing as if horrified at the thought of offending her. โBut this has been very fun.. some of the most fun Iโve had. I enjoy seeing new different types of people.โ
โIt pleases me to see that youโve had a good time tonightโฆ I would not want you to leave unless you want to as wellโฆโ she pauses, taking a moment to refocus. โPerhaps we could do something or talk aboutโฆ something to distract ourselves?โฆ Iโd rather not either of us be stressed during a party.โ
Join us Lydia you will either be the third or fourth warlord not sure if bananer is a warlord but why is and so am i
*you gotta work for that tbh im like really awesome and strong and cool and positive attribute so idk. beat my leader in combat and i will if you want a specific goal, i just prefer to have a lore reason to*
Sure maybe later but you will be my ally eventually I need more warlords
*I also like to have a lore reason, I'm going hard into giant world building*
*Hmm what if there was a famine and out of desperation you joined forces with the other warlords so you could save your people your not exactly bad you were just desperate and running out of time for other options*
*maybe, maybe. we don't have a huge army, but we can supply metal weapons, and a ship built for giants can carry a ton of regular people, and of course, giants are plain stronger than other people. the problem is, as a person, I love being evil. I had a whole evil plan in place on Universe Smorgasboard before it died, but Uralll isn't evil. I'm liking your famine idea...*
*so are you going to ally with me?*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Deep within the cores of the Kanadonian mountains, the clang of pickaxe against stone echoes through the walls, the passive buzzing of a work song being sung proudly by no less than three hundred workers all digging out a large tunnel. For within these mountains, the people are not safe from the ever twisting landscapes that rid the valleys surrounding, the large caves that make up the town Vacqui are in a constant state of shift, forming a colossal labyrinth that few have ever chosen to explore, and fewer have survived.
Vacqui was formed hardly 40 years ago, relatively recently by comparison, and has very quickly grown to a respectable size. Their nature in being so isolated has allowed them to live in peace--to expand exponentially--in peace. Despite this, they are not known to be a friendly or peaceful group, all who reside within Vacqui make an oath to their almighty, the Gourd Lord, this oath, a vow of sorts, enables spiritual justification for Vacqui's main source of profit; war profiteering. Few to none of the reports from people who have spoken with, fought with, and even in some cases died to, have reported ever seeing any justification for the town's insistence on their lord's existence. No clerics of his name, no pacts that have been forged, the closest being the several Paladins of Conquest that take their oath in the Gourd Lord's honor.
The town itself is shrouded in mystery, though it is not impossible, or even frowned upon to visit. It's location in a cave within the Kanedonian region of all places makes it a precarious place to get to, but the economy for the people has been generally described as bustling, with friendly, generous people. A majority of the exports from it's stone walls usually comprise of artisanal goods, particularly, forged items (weapons, armor, etc.). They aren't known to carry many direct alliances, only the only documented one being a direct, firm allyship with Rhagoan, with unknown trading routes connecting the two settlements.
Vacqui is structured as a very utilitarian society, with every resource available being put to use with little time to spare for excess luxury. The temple within the core of the city makes up a predominant amount of the housing, with many choosing to live within its miles of interior space, though this isn't a requirement. Some choose to live outside of it sheerly just for their own comfort.
A few otherwise uncommon races choose to call Vacqui their home, namely an aquatic, amphibious race, and a ghostly, jackal-like race.
The landscape of the town is similar to that of Venice, with large amounts of water seeping through the walls of the cave to form a large river canal, making up the majority of the pathways within Vacqui. The aquatic race (known as kiplings) generally choose to swim through these, while bridges and pathways are built above to accommodate those who choose to walk on land instead.
*can and will expand more on vacqui lore in the future but this is already a lot for a forum post sorry*
*goodbye!*
โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fan ฮด โ
making a smoothie for meta
โโโโโโ| EXTENDED SIG |โโโโโโ
ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
*bye*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
She studies him quizzically. โIโฆ donโt know what youโre trying to say.โ
*on it sir yes sir*
Trekking through the snow during an otherwise unnoteworthy day, a figure strides up to the edge of Rhagoan, maybe 60 feet from the nearest building, the distant glow of the sun dragging behind them with the gleam off the snow surrounding casting them into a sort of blinding reverse shadow, almost difficult to look at. Despite the frigid weather, as soon as they come into focus, they seem to be wearing a freakishly little amount of clothing, with a full body covered in dark grey metal in place of skin, all the way up to around their collarbone, where it fades into a more skin-like grey (almost similar to a drow).Their blackened eyes scan the town quickly, the white irises that lay within matching the color of the surrounding snow. They blink, the metallic mask that covers everywhere above the bottom of their left jaw all the way to the top of their right ear in a semi-straight line. Their crow-colored black hair runs down to just below their shoulders in well kept yet somewhat dirty chunks, almost as if they knew what it had to look like, yet never actually had to grow it out themselves. They raise a finger to their lip, the faintest sound of mechanical whirring becoming slightly more audible every time they move. Their eyes narrow, and they hover a hand around the right side of their ribcage. With a slightly louder mechanical buzz, an obsidian black knife is produced from a cavity that didn't seem to exist before, and in a flash quicker than a lightning strike, they swing it in a large arc behind them, a large white panther painting the ground a vibrant crimson.
:3
redpelt is my mother she legally adopted me
โMajaโฆ I miss them..โ He says softly. โThank youโฆ masuri.. you are kind to help me. I have very much enjoyed my time here.โ Khass bleats again, tail swishing. โI havenโt been able to talk about myself enough.โ
โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fan ฮด โ
making a smoothie for meta
โโโโโโ| EXTENDED SIG |โโโโโโ
ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
โIt is the least I could doโฆโ she says, setting down her own glass of wine. โWould youโฆ like to talk about yourself?โ She asks, not entirely sure what he means by saying that.
A soft voice comes from directly to the left of them. โImpressive, though I was hoping to leave it alive.โ Their voice is soft, like a birdsong, and they seem to almost emerge from the snow, though at a closer glance it appears to be the result of excellent camouflage. In their hands is a massive hookspear, barbed at one end and tapering off at the other, inlaid with small bell-like contraptions that make an almost saltshaker sound when moved. The person looks to be humanoid from the waist up and some sort of feline below that, with a thick white coat and serrated black spots dappling their back. Their skin is a soft grayish blue, with large ram horns and a cowl covering half of their face. The centaurianโs face looks to have decorative makeup and facepaint, minimalized dots drawing under the eyes and up the forehead connecting together. Their hair is curly, braided in a length that nearly reaches the knees, and their clothing is thick and woolen, hiding hints of onyx-scaled armor underneath. Around their waist are numerous belts, a strange looking horn jutting out from the left side and a lantern filled with bone on the other.
The feline centurian regards the stranger curiously. โYou are not dressed properly for the weather.โ They almost scold.
โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fan ฮด โ
making a smoothie for meta
โโโโโโ| EXTENDED SIG |โโโโโโ
ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
โNonono I just feel guilty.. you have shared so much and I have shared so little.โ His ears droop.
โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fan ฮด โ
making a smoothie for meta
โโโโโโ| EXTENDED SIG |โโโโโโ
ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
They stare at them blankly, blinking a few times before responding. "..right." What comes out is a thickly accented voice, dry as if they haven't spoken in days, weeks maybe. They look down and just stare at the body laying in the snow, not moving at all.
:3
redpelt is my mother she legally adopted me
โIโฆ wellโฆ perhaps we-โฆโ she trails off. โItโs not a problem, do not stress. We could talk about it another time, if we not nowโฆโ she awkwardly replies. She seems a bit tense, uncomfortable.
โDo you have a home, friend?โ They ask politely.
โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fan ฮด โ
making a smoothie for meta
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ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
โIs.. something wrong? I apologize- I- perhaps it would have been better if I did not accept your invitation.โ His speech is a little slow, though Khass manages to maintain the entire sentence in common.
โ ฮด cyno โข he/him โข number one paladin fan ฮด โ
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ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
โNonononononono-โ she takes a deep breath. โYouโre fine, I am glad you cameโฆ youโre just a bitโฆ tipsy. I hadnโt realized that not all places have wine, though it makes senseโฆโ she stutters out, trying to reassure him.
*they might become chaotic besties*
"I.. can't say." They sigh and make a small gesture, muttering something under their breath while they stare at the leopard. After a moment they turn back to the person. "Would you like to take this..? I can carry it if you need."
:3
redpelt is my mother she legally adopted me
*literally*
โI can leave, maโam, if you need me to.โ Khass affirms again, tail swishing as if horrified at the thought of offending her. โBut this has been very fun.. some of the most fun Iโve had. I enjoy seeing new different types of people.โ
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ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
โNo need. I can carry it myself.โ The centurian bends its forelegs to reach, grabbing the carcass and slinging it over its back. โBut you are welcome to come back with me. I would hate to leave someone in the snow as you are now.โ
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ฮฆ โข redpeltโs biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red โข ฮฆ
โIt pleases me to see that youโve had a good time tonightโฆ I would not want you to leave unless you want to as wellโฆโ she pauses, taking a moment to refocus. โPerhaps we could do something or talk aboutโฆ something to distract ourselves?โฆ Iโd rather not either of us be stressed during a party.โ
*so are you going to ally with me?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
I recruit to start the day + another 10 army's. anyone want mercenaries? And I was gone for a day con someone catch me up on what happened
Owen is here. enjoy my favorite game. I like DND. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
*arch are we allowed as many magical items of whatever rarity we want?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread