*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
JAcob ignores him, jogging down the hill to look at the lute.
"Ah... Well, it's not damaged too badly... If I had the experience, I would fix it out here, but sadly I'm just a people doctor, not an instrument doctor..."
"I would never break my lute!" He says, aghast. "I'm a gentleman!"
"Good man. What's your name?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
JAcob ignores him, jogging down the hill to look at the lute.
"Ah... Well, it's not damaged too badly... If I had the experience, I would fix it out here, but sadly I'm just a people doctor, not an instrument doctor..."
"I would never break my lute!" He says, aghast. "I'm a gentleman!"
"Good man. What's your name?"
"I'm Duan! From LA! Dad told me to come here which is really weird but... it's fine!"
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
JAcob ignores him, jogging down the hill to look at the lute.
"Ah... Well, it's not damaged too badly... If I had the experience, I would fix it out here, but sadly I'm just a people doctor, not an instrument doctor..."
"I would never break my lute!" He says, aghast. "I'm a gentleman!"
"Good man. What's your name?"
"I'm Duan! From LA! Dad told me to come here which is really weird but... it's fine!"
"... Ah. Question number one. How dysfunctional is your family...?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
JAcob ignores him, jogging down the hill to look at the lute.
"Ah... Well, it's not damaged too badly... If I had the experience, I would fix it out here, but sadly I'm just a people doctor, not an instrument doctor..."
"I would never break my lute!" He says, aghast. "I'm a gentleman!"
"Good man. What's your name?"
"I'm Duan! From LA! Dad told me to come here which is really weird but... it's fine!"
"... Ah. Question number one. How dysfunctional is your family...?"
"Me, dad, my grandparents, my aunt, uncle, cousins, and we all live in a tiny place." He shrugs. "That's why I was happy to come here. Except these birds and snakes kept attacking me! I could've sworn one had two heads!"
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
JAcob ignores him, jogging down the hill to look at the lute.
"Ah... Well, it's not damaged too badly... If I had the experience, I would fix it out here, but sadly I'm just a people doctor, not an instrument doctor..."
"I would never break my lute!" He says, aghast. "I'm a gentleman!"
"Good man. What's your name?"
"I'm Duan! From LA! Dad told me to come here which is really weird but... it's fine!"
"... Ah. Question number one. How dysfunctional is your family...?"
"Me, dad, my grandparents, my aunt, uncle, cousins, and we all live in a tiny place." He shrugs. "That's why I was happy to come here. Except these birds and snakes kept attacking me! I could've sworn one had two heads!"
"... Well. Guess what, kiddo! Do you know what the Greek myths are?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
JAcob ignores him, jogging down the hill to look at the lute.
"Ah... Well, it's not damaged too badly... If I had the experience, I would fix it out here, but sadly I'm just a people doctor, not an instrument doctor..."
"I would never break my lute!" He says, aghast. "I'm a gentleman!"
"Good man. What's your name?"
"I'm Duan! From LA! Dad told me to come here which is really weird but... it's fine!"
"... Ah. Question number one. How dysfunctional is your family...?"
"Me, dad, my grandparents, my aunt, uncle, cousins, and we all live in a tiny place." He shrugs. "That's why I was happy to come here. Except these birds and snakes kept attacking me! I could've sworn one had two heads!"
"... Well. Guess what, kiddo! Do you know what the Greek myths are?"
"Uhhhhhhhh nope."
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
JAcob ignores him, jogging down the hill to look at the lute.
"Ah... Well, it's not damaged too badly... If I had the experience, I would fix it out here, but sadly I'm just a people doctor, not an instrument doctor..."
"I would never break my lute!" He says, aghast. "I'm a gentleman!"
"Good man. What's your name?"
"I'm Duan! From LA! Dad told me to come here which is really weird but... it's fine!"
"... Ah. Question number one. How dysfunctional is your family...?"
"Me, dad, my grandparents, my aunt, uncle, cousins, and we all live in a tiny place." He shrugs. "That's why I was happy to come here. Except these birds and snakes kept attacking me! I could've sworn one had two heads!"
"... Well. Guess what, kiddo! Do you know what the Greek myths are?"
"Uhhhhhhhh nope."
"Well then! You, my friend, are majorly (GP)ed! But- imagine your worst nightmare."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
JAcob ignores him, jogging down the hill to look at the lute.
"Ah... Well, it's not damaged too badly... If I had the experience, I would fix it out here, but sadly I'm just a people doctor, not an instrument doctor..."
"I would never break my lute!" He says, aghast. "I'm a gentleman!"
"Good man. What's your name?"
"I'm Duan! From LA! Dad told me to come here which is really weird but... it's fine!"
"... Ah. Question number one. How dysfunctional is your family...?"
"Me, dad, my grandparents, my aunt, uncle, cousins, and we all live in a tiny place." He shrugs. "That's why I was happy to come here. Except these birds and snakes kept attacking me! I could've sworn one had two heads!"
"... Well. Guess what, kiddo! Do you know what the Greek myths are?"
"Uhhhhhhhh nope."
"Well then! You, my friend, are majorly (GP)ed! But- imagine your worst nightmare."
"The imagination being flooded from the world?"
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
JAcob ignores him, jogging down the hill to look at the lute.
"Ah... Well, it's not damaged too badly... If I had the experience, I would fix it out here, but sadly I'm just a people doctor, not an instrument doctor..."
"I would never break my lute!" He says, aghast. "I'm a gentleman!"
"Good man. What's your name?"
"I'm Duan! From LA! Dad told me to come here which is really weird but... it's fine!"
"... Ah. Question number one. How dysfunctional is your family...?"
"Me, dad, my grandparents, my aunt, uncle, cousins, and we all live in a tiny place." He shrugs. "That's why I was happy to come here. Except these birds and snakes kept attacking me! I could've sworn one had two heads!"
"... Well. Guess what, kiddo! Do you know what the Greek myths are?"
"Uhhhhhhhh nope."
"Well then! You, my friend, are majorly (GP)ed! But- imagine your worst nightmare."
"The imagination being flooded from the world?"
"... Less abstract. Like, a human eating lion with a scorpion tail."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
JAcob ignores him, jogging down the hill to look at the lute.
"Ah... Well, it's not damaged too badly... If I had the experience, I would fix it out here, but sadly I'm just a people doctor, not an instrument doctor..."
"I would never break my lute!" He says, aghast. "I'm a gentleman!"
"Good man. What's your name?"
"I'm Duan! From LA! Dad told me to come here which is really weird but... it's fine!"
"... Ah. Question number one. How dysfunctional is your family...?"
"Me, dad, my grandparents, my aunt, uncle, cousins, and we all live in a tiny place." He shrugs. "That's why I was happy to come here. Except these birds and snakes kept attacking me! I could've sworn one had two heads!"
"... Well. Guess what, kiddo! Do you know what the Greek myths are?"
"Uhhhhhhhh nope."
"Well then! You, my friend, are majorly (GP)ed! But- imagine your worst nightmare."
"The imagination being flooded from the world?"
"... Less abstract. Like, a human eating lion with a scorpion tail."
"Uhhhhh... that actually sounds sick."
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
JAcob ignores him, jogging down the hill to look at the lute.
"Ah... Well, it's not damaged too badly... If I had the experience, I would fix it out here, but sadly I'm just a people doctor, not an instrument doctor..."
"I would never break my lute!" He says, aghast. "I'm a gentleman!"
"Good man. What's your name?"
"I'm Duan! From LA! Dad told me to come here which is really weird but... it's fine!"
"... Ah. Question number one. How dysfunctional is your family...?"
"Me, dad, my grandparents, my aunt, uncle, cousins, and we all live in a tiny place." He shrugs. "That's why I was happy to come here. Except these birds and snakes kept attacking me! I could've sworn one had two heads!"
"... Well. Guess what, kiddo! Do you know what the Greek myths are?"
"Uhhhhhhhh nope."
"Well then! You, my friend, are majorly (GP)ed! But- imagine your worst nightmare."
"The imagination being flooded from the world?"
"... Less abstract. Like, a human eating lion with a scorpion tail."
"Uhhhhh... that actually sounds sick."
"... Well, yeah, it does, but imagine it's also trying to kill you in nasty and painful ways."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
From the shadow of the Hermes cabin, something shifts briefly before a shadowy claw reaches out and grabs onto the ground, followed by another claw, then followed by a body dressed in a black Nightmare Before Christmas hoodie and black jeans. Red eyes glow from underneath the hood shadowing the figure's face. He looks around, feeling the slowly cooling weather and the fall leaves in the trees.
"Spooky season!"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
From the shadow of the Hermes cabin, something shifts briefly before a shadowy claw reaches out and grabs onto the ground, followed by another claw, then followed by a body dressed in a black Nightmare Before Christmas hoodie and black jeans. Red eyes glow from underneath the hood shadowing the figure's face. He looks around, feeling the slowly cooling weather and the fall leaves in the trees.
"Spooky season!"
*Yeahhhhhhh I need to make a Halloween character!*
Evan waves, grinning.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
"Good man. What's your name?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*Henlo!*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
(Hi!)
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*hi! :>*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
"I'm Duan! From LA! Dad told me to come here which is really weird but... it's fine!"
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
(how are you two doing)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*Good! A bit sick, but not too bad!*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"... Ah. Question number one. How dysfunctional is your family...?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Me, dad, my grandparents, my aunt, uncle, cousins, and we all live in a tiny place." He shrugs. "That's why I was happy to come here. Except these birds and snakes kept attacking me! I could've sworn one had two heads!"
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
"... Well. Guess what, kiddo! Do you know what the Greek myths are?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Uhhhhhhhh nope."
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
"Well then! You, my friend, are majorly (GP)ed! But- imagine your worst nightmare."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"The imagination being flooded from the world?"
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
(I hope you feel better soon)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*Thanks! But, it's not too bad.*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"... Less abstract. Like, a human eating lion with a scorpion tail."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Uhhhhh... that actually sounds sick."
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
"... Well, yeah, it does, but imagine it's also trying to kill you in nasty and painful ways."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
From the shadow of the Hermes cabin, something shifts briefly before a shadowy claw reaches out and grabs onto the ground, followed by another claw, then followed by a body dressed in a black Nightmare Before Christmas hoodie and black jeans. Red eyes glow from underneath the hood shadowing the figure's face. He looks around, feeling the slowly cooling weather and the fall leaves in the trees.
"Spooky season!"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*Yeahhhhhhh I need to make a Halloween character!*
Evan waves, grinning.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!