Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
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Hello! Call meTana or Pancake My pronouns are She/Her/They. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Cherry is holding a flower in their gloved hands, but it's wilting already, just by being in their clutches
Euna walks over to her, curious.
"Hello." They say without looking up, staring at the brown petals, frowning under their gaiter.
"Hello..."
Euna picks another flower, twirling it.
"My name is Cherry. It's not my birth name, but it's what I go by. I also go by they/them pronouns. if you don't want to respect that, please go away. Otherwise, how are you?" Everything but the last four words sounds scripted and emotionless, but the last four words sound genuine, and they look up at Euna.
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Cherry is holding a flower in their gloved hands, but it's wilting already, just by being in their clutches
Euna walks over to her, curious.
"Hello." They say without looking up, staring at the brown petals, frowning under their gaiter.
"Hello..."
Euna picks another flower, twirling it.
"My name is Cherry. It's not my birth name, but it's what I go by. I also go by they/them pronouns. if you don't want to respect that, please go away. Otherwise, how are you?" Everything but the last four words sounds scripted and emotionless, but the last four words sound genuine, and they look up at Euna.
"I'm... good...? Yeah. Good."
Euna seems distracted, only somewhat registering what Cherry says.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
*I hate this*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Cherry is holding a flower in their gloved hands, but it's wilting already, just by being in their clutches
Euna walks over to her, curious.
"Hello." They say without looking up, staring at the brown petals, frowning under their gaiter.
"Hello..."
Euna picks another flower, twirling it.
"My name is Cherry. It's not my birth name, but it's what I go by. I also go by they/them pronouns. if you don't want to respect that, please go away. Otherwise, how are you?" Everything but the last four words sounds scripted and emotionless, but the last four words sound genuine, and they look up at Euna.
"I'm... good...? Yeah. Good."
Euna seems distracted, only somewhat registering what Cherry says.
"That's good. What's your name?"
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
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Hello! Call meTana or Pancake My pronouns are She/Her/They. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Cherry is holding a flower in their gloved hands, but it's wilting already, just by being in their clutches
Euna walks over to her, curious.
"Hello." They say without looking up, staring at the brown petals, frowning under their gaiter.
"Hello..."
Euna picks another flower, twirling it.
"My name is Cherry. It's not my birth name, but it's what I go by. I also go by they/them pronouns. if you don't want to respect that, please go away. Otherwise, how are you?" Everything but the last four words sounds scripted and emotionless, but the last four words sound genuine, and they look up at Euna.
"I'm... good...? Yeah. Good."
Euna seems distracted, only somewhat registering what Cherry says.
"That's good. What's your name?"
"Euna. That's my name."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
*I HATE THIS SO MUCH*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
"Sorry... I just- I'm having trouble telling a boy how I feel about him, and every time I find a good time... He starts talking about something different. Last time it was his dad..."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
A 14-15 year old with green eyes and with blonde hair with a streak of blue, enters camp wearing black baggy sweatpants, black shoes, and a vintage My Chemical Romance T-shirt. It seems very clear, he's emo
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Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
*Dude, just give up on the dice!*
"I dont want to fight, but right now, i feel like you want to murder me. So yeah, we're going to fight."
And as they talk, something appears behind fael, wait no, on fael, and as they get bigger, you realize that they are wings, right now the wings seem to be an eye, scorcing pink/purple color
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Hello! Call meTana or Pancake My pronouns are She/Her/They. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
"Sorry... I just- I'm having trouble telling a boy how I feel about him, and every time I find a good time... He starts talking about something different. Last time it was his dad..."
"I... I don't think I'm the most qualified to talk about this- I- Uh-"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
A 14-15 year old with green eyes and with blonde hair with a streak of blue, enters camp wearing black baggy sweatpants, black shoes, and a vintage My Chemical Romance T-shirt. It seems very clear, he's emo
The boy sees a ten year old boy sitting in the Amphitheater, singing a song.
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Clover is following him, trailing behind like a (murderous) lost duckling.
*yay, somebody to roleplay with on this thread that is not bananer, and it's the murder death, not sure which is better*
Fael notices them, using the reflection of their glasses to find them
Clover walks behind him, grinning madly, flipping a knife in one hand, catching it by the blade, yet somehow getting lucky enough to do it safely.
*Now you're doing that to make fun of me, aren't you? *
Fael darts around and grabs the knife out of the air
Athletics 25
*changed because it's the wrong mod, oops*
Clover frowns at Fael, who is now in front of her, easily within stabbing distance, and pulls out another knife, and begins to flip it as well.
"... That was stupid."
A strange influence covers the area, emitted from Clover.
8
*Be careful with your rolls, Gato.*
Fael meets their eyes, brings out their homemade bronze daggers, and begins to flip them both, without looking
"You shouldn't flip knifes behind people"
"Why not?"
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
*Dude, just give up on the dice!*
"I dont want to fight, but right now, i feel like you want to murder me. So yeah, we're going to fight."
And as they talk, something appears behind fael, wait no, on fael, and as they get bigger, you realize that they are wings, right now the wings seem to be an eye, scorcing pink/purple color
*Yeah, I think I will lol*
"Oh. So we're fighting now. Great."
Initiative: 18
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
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"Why not?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"Because what just happened is going to happen again"
Hello! Call me Tana or Pancake
My pronouns are She/Her/They.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
"My name is Cherry. It's not my birth name, but it's what I go by. I also go by they/them pronouns. if you don't want to respect that, please go away. Otherwise, how are you?" Everything but the last four words sounds scripted and emotionless, but the last four words sound genuine, and they look up at Euna.
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"I'm... good...? Yeah. Good."
Euna seems distracted, only somewhat registering what Cherry says.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"Oh no. So scary."
Clover grins, gripping her dagger firmly, and something shifts in the air, seemingly emanating from Clover, causing Fael's ears to pop.
7
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*I hate this*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"That's good. What's your name?"
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Are we going to fight, because if we do, I must do something first?"
Hello! Call me Tana or Pancake
My pronouns are She/Her/They.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
"Euna. That's my name."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"Oh, I don't know. Are we going to fight? I'm not being aggressive. All I'm doing is standing behind you, flipping my knife."
The air changes ONCE MORE, the air growing thicker. 6
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"Hi, Euna. Have you ever fallen in love?"
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*I HATE THIS SO MUCH*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"... Um. What?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"Sorry... I just- I'm having trouble telling a boy how I feel about him, and every time I find a good time... He starts talking about something different. Last time it was his dad..."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
*Dude, just give up on the dice!*
"I dont want to fight, but right now, i feel like you want to murder me. So yeah, we're going to fight."
And as they talk, something appears behind fael, wait no, on fael, and as they get bigger, you realize that they are wings, right now the wings seem to be an eye, scorcing pink/purple color
Hello! Call me Tana or Pancake
My pronouns are She/Her/They.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Genderfae/Demigirl, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
"I... I don't think I'm the most qualified to talk about this- I- Uh-"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
Duan is sitting in the amphitheater, singing a mournful tune.
Evan is inside the Zeus cabin, doing a puzzle.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
The boy sees a ten year old boy sitting in the Amphitheater, singing a song.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*Yeah, I think I will lol*
"Oh. So we're fighting now. Great."
Initiative: 18
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings