Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
"Aw. That sucks. It's fun to hunt people, and it's much less fun if they don't fight back."
"Please, tell me whats wrong?"
"No. I don't think I will. It's hilarious how much you care for me. One minute I'm trying to kill you, next minute you're asking me about my feelings. It's interesting how quickly your mind empathizes with your attacker. Is that stockholm syndrome? Hm. Maybe I should be asking you what's wrong."
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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.
*ya’ll I’ve done it I’ve made the lore for the carnevaleeee I can finally rp!!!*
Sprout is high in a tree
Fern is also in the tree with sprout, she occasionally drops a pinecone on passing demigods.
ezra is in the tree too, yelling at fern.
Pine is below all three, cursing up at fern.
"Lyra-- I have boots on the ground."
The voice comes from a speaker placed somewhere on the body of a male figure, walking through the forest. He stands a broad six feet and four inches and is dressed in all black military gear; thin, tough, hardy, and impenetrable. Pouches all over his torso and legs hold medical supplies and other such necessary items, and his head is encased in a sleek helmet with an iron-glass, reflective, black, shiny and guising his entire face. Over his body is a black hooded cloak, scorched with battle and repaired with care. Between his cloak and his armor is slung a scythe, neigh as tall as him, and just as complicated in build
He walks a rifle poised, a blue laser sight shining into the trees
"I repeat... I have boots on the ground."
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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 Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
"Aw. That sucks. It's fun to hunt people, and it's much less fun if they don't fight back."
"Please, tell me whats wrong?"
"No. I don't think I will. It's hilarious how much you care for me. One minute I'm trying to kill you, next minute you're asking me about my feelings. It's interesting how quickly your mind empathizes with your attacker. Is that stockholm syndrome? Hm. Maybe I should be asking you what's wrong."
"I have my own problems, but i want to help you, thus, you will help with my by letting me help"
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
"Aw. That sucks. It's fun to hunt people, and it's much less fun if they don't fight back."
"Please, tell me whats wrong?"
"No. I don't think I will. It's hilarious how much you care for me. One minute I'm trying to kill you, next minute you're asking me about my feelings. It's interesting how quickly your mind empathizes with your attacker. Is that stockholm syndrome? Hm. Maybe I should be asking you what's wrong."
"I have my own problems, but i want to help you, thus, you will help with my by letting me help"
"No. I don't think I will help you. It's funny seeing you plead with your hunter. How long until you abandon hope?"
Clover presses the dagger up against Fael's neck again.
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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.
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
"Aw. That sucks. It's fun to hunt people, and it's much less fun if they don't fight back."
"Please, tell me whats wrong?"
"No. I don't think I will. It's hilarious how much you care for me. One minute I'm trying to kill you, next minute you're asking me about my feelings. It's interesting how quickly your mind empathizes with your attacker. Is that stockholm syndrome? Hm. Maybe I should be asking you what's wrong."
"I have my own problems, but i want to help you, thus, you will help with my by letting me help"
"No. I don't think I will help you. It's funny seeing you plead with your hunter. How long until you abandon hope?"
Clover presses the dagger up against Fael's neck again.
"You can cut my neck, that won't hurt as much as you not telling me "
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
"Aw. That sucks. It's fun to hunt people, and it's much less fun if they don't fight back."
"Please, tell me whats wrong?"
"No. I don't think I will. It's hilarious how much you care for me. One minute I'm trying to kill you, next minute you're asking me about my feelings. It's interesting how quickly your mind empathizes with your attacker. Is that stockholm syndrome? Hm. Maybe I should be asking you what's wrong."
"I have my own problems, but i want to help you, thus, you will help with my by letting me help"
"No. I don't think I will help you. It's funny seeing you plead with your hunter. How long until you abandon hope?"
Clover presses the dagger up against Fael's neck again.
"You can cut my neck, that won't hurt as much as you not telling me "
"Oh. Alright then."
Clover will move the knife from under Fael's throat to the left side of her neck, and makes a small incision in the carotid artery.
"I think I'll enjoy watching you bleed."
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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.
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
"Aw. That sucks. It's fun to hunt people, and it's much less fun if they don't fight back."
"Please, tell me whats wrong?"
"No. I don't think I will. It's hilarious how much you care for me. One minute I'm trying to kill you, next minute you're asking me about my feelings. It's interesting how quickly your mind empathizes with your attacker. Is that stockholm syndrome? Hm. Maybe I should be asking you what's wrong."
"I have my own problems, but i want to help you, thus, you will help with my by letting me help"
"No. I don't think I will help you. It's funny seeing you plead with your hunter. How long until you abandon hope?"
Clover presses the dagger up against Fael's neck again.
"You can cut my neck, that won't hurt as much as you not telling me "
"Oh. Alright then."
Clover will move the knife from under Fael's throat to the left side of her neck, and makes a small incision in the carotid artery.
"I think I'll enjoy watching you bleed."
It heals
"Enjoy, i can just keep healing myself, dont try, please, tell me"
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
"Aw. That sucks. It's fun to hunt people, and it's much less fun if they don't fight back."
"Please, tell me whats wrong?"
"No. I don't think I will. It's hilarious how much you care for me. One minute I'm trying to kill you, next minute you're asking me about my feelings. It's interesting how quickly your mind empathizes with your attacker. Is that stockholm syndrome? Hm. Maybe I should be asking you what's wrong."
"I have my own problems, but i want to help you, thus, you will help with my by letting me help"
"No. I don't think I will help you. It's funny seeing you plead with your hunter. How long until you abandon hope?"
Clover presses the dagger up against Fael's neck again.
"You can cut my neck, that won't hurt as much as you not telling me "
"Oh. Alright then."
Clover will move the knife from under Fael's throat to the left side of her neck, and makes a small incision in the carotid artery.
"I think I'll enjoy watching you bleed."
It heals
"Enjoy, i can just keep healing myself, dont try, please, tell me"
"Aw. You're annoying. I guess I'll have to try harder."
She stabs Fael in the neck.
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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.
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
"Aw. That sucks. It's fun to hunt people, and it's much less fun if they don't fight back."
"Please, tell me whats wrong?"
"No. I don't think I will. It's hilarious how much you care for me. One minute I'm trying to kill you, next minute you're asking me about my feelings. It's interesting how quickly your mind empathizes with your attacker. Is that stockholm syndrome? Hm. Maybe I should be asking you what's wrong."
"I have my own problems, but i want to help you, thus, you will help with my by letting me help"
"No. I don't think I will help you. It's funny seeing you plead with your hunter. How long until you abandon hope?"
Clover presses the dagger up against Fael's neck again.
"You can cut my neck, that won't hurt as much as you not telling me "
"Oh. Alright then."
Clover will move the knife from under Fael's throat to the left side of her neck, and makes a small incision in the carotid artery.
"I think I'll enjoy watching you bleed."
It heals
"Enjoy, i can just keep healing myself, dont try, please, tell me"
"Aw. You're annoying. I guess I'll have to try harder."
She stabs Fael in the neck.
Still heal
"Last warning, don't amke me pull the daggers out, wait, you want a gift?"
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
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 Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
"Aw. That sucks. It's fun to hunt people, and it's much less fun if they don't fight back."
"Please, tell me whats wrong?"
"No. I don't think I will. It's hilarious how much you care for me. One minute I'm trying to kill you, next minute you're asking me about my feelings. It's interesting how quickly your mind empathizes with your attacker. Is that stockholm syndrome? Hm. Maybe I should be asking you what's wrong."
"I have my own problems, but i want to help you, thus, you will help with my by letting me help"
"No. I don't think I will help you. It's funny seeing you plead with your hunter. How long until you abandon hope?"
Clover presses the dagger up against Fael's neck again.
"You can cut my neck, that won't hurt as much as you not telling me "
"Oh. Alright then."
Clover will move the knife from under Fael's throat to the left side of her neck, and makes a small incision in the carotid artery.
"I think I'll enjoy watching you bleed."
It heals
"Enjoy, i can just keep healing myself, dont try, please, tell me"
"Aw. You're annoying. I guess I'll have to try harder."
She stabs Fael in the neck.
Still heal
"Last warning, don't amke me pull the daggers out, wait, you want a gift?"
"Die. Die. Die. Die. Die."
Clover stabs Fael again in the neck and pushes the blade further in. Her face is still emotionless, empty, devoid of anything at all.
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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.
Maverick is in the center of the cabins, equidistant to all, looking at everything in camp
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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 Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
"Aw. That sucks. It's fun to hunt people, and it's much less fun if they don't fight back."
"Please, tell me whats wrong?"
"No. I don't think I will. It's hilarious how much you care for me. One minute I'm trying to kill you, next minute you're asking me about my feelings. It's interesting how quickly your mind empathizes with your attacker. Is that stockholm syndrome? Hm. Maybe I should be asking you what's wrong."
"I have my own problems, but i want to help you, thus, you will help with my by letting me help"
"No. I don't think I will help you. It's funny seeing you plead with your hunter. How long until you abandon hope?"
Clover presses the dagger up against Fael's neck again.
"You can cut my neck, that won't hurt as much as you not telling me "
"Oh. Alright then."
Clover will move the knife from under Fael's throat to the left side of her neck, and makes a small incision in the carotid artery.
"I think I'll enjoy watching you bleed."
It heals
"Enjoy, i can just keep healing myself, dont try, please, tell me"
"Aw. You're annoying. I guess I'll have to try harder."
She stabs Fael in the neck.
Still heal
"Last warning, don't amke me pull the daggers out, wait, you want a gift?"
"Die. Die. Die. Die. Die."
Clover stabs Fael again in the neck and pushes the blade further in. Her face is still emotionless, empty, devoid of anything at all.
It doesn't make it too her neck.
"Enough"
She moves behind them, before they can react
Grapple check 20
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
Fael is coming into camp, with multiple injuries, looking like they might have thought it was a good idea to take an acid bath, and claw marks on there face, big claw marks
*anybody want to interact with this? other than dinao*
Clover is sitting in front of a rock sticking out of the ground. For once in her life, she's emotionless. No anger. No laughter. No joy. No sadness. Simply still. Gazing at the rock. Gazing at the broken soil. Gazing at the celestial bronze dagger stuck into the ground, slowly gaining rust.
"You don't want to stab me? Again?"
Without turning her head, she speaks. "Oh. Hello there. You're Fael." Her voice seems numb and hallow.
Her voice becomes softer, as she moves forward, and puts her hand on her back, "Are you okay?"
Clover quickly flips around, grabbing the dagger, and presses it against Fael's chin.
"No. I'm not."
"You want to tell me why?"
"No. Get away."
"Why? You need help, i want to help"
"Why would I want help from you?"
"Who would you get help from?"
"Nobody. Why should I want help from anyone?"
"Because, you need to care for your mental health, please, i will never fight you again"
"Aw. That sucks. It's fun to hunt people, and it's much less fun if they don't fight back."
"Please, tell me whats wrong?"
"No. I don't think I will. It's hilarious how much you care for me. One minute I'm trying to kill you, next minute you're asking me about my feelings. It's interesting how quickly your mind empathizes with your attacker. Is that stockholm syndrome? Hm. Maybe I should be asking you what's wrong."
"I have my own problems, but i want to help you, thus, you will help with my by letting me help"
"No. I don't think I will help you. It's funny seeing you plead with your hunter. How long until you abandon hope?"
Clover presses the dagger up against Fael's neck again.
"You can cut my neck, that won't hurt as much as you not telling me "
"Oh. Alright then."
Clover will move the knife from under Fael's throat to the left side of her neck, and makes a small incision in the carotid artery.
"I think I'll enjoy watching you bleed."
It heals
"Enjoy, i can just keep healing myself, dont try, please, tell me"
"Aw. You're annoying. I guess I'll have to try harder."
She stabs Fael in the neck.
Still heal
"Last warning, don't amke me pull the daggers out, wait, you want a gift?"
"Die. Die. Die. Die. Die."
Clover stabs Fael again in the neck and pushes the blade further in. Her face is still emotionless, empty, devoid of anything at all.
It doesn't make it too her neck.
"Enough"
She moves behind them, before they can react
Grapple check 20
Acrobatics: 13
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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.
Maverick is in the center of the cabins, equidistant to all, looking at everything in camp
Masha is strolling through champ, absentmindedly juggling two grenades.
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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.
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
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"No. I don't think I will. It's hilarious how much you care for me. One minute I'm trying to kill you, next minute you're asking me about my feelings. It's interesting how quickly your mind empathizes with your attacker. Is that stockholm syndrome? Hm. Maybe I should be asking you what's wrong."
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 ?
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
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"I have my own problems, but i want to help you, thus, you will help with my by letting me help"
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
"No. I don't think I will help you. It's funny seeing you plead with your hunter. How long until you abandon hope?"
Clover presses the dagger up against Fael's neck again.
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 ?
"You can cut my neck, that won't hurt as much as you not telling me "
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
*hello*
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
"Oh. Alright then."
Clover will move the knife from under Fael's throat to the left side of her neck, and makes a small incision in the carotid artery.
"I think I'll enjoy watching you bleed."
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 ?
It heals
"Enjoy, i can just keep healing myself, dont try, please, tell me"
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
"Aw. You're annoying. I guess I'll have to try harder."
She stabs Fael in the neck.
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 ?
Still heal
"Last warning, don't amke me pull the daggers out, wait, you want a gift?"
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
*anybody wanna rp?*
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
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"Die. Die. Die. Die. Die."
Clover stabs Fael again in the neck and pushes the blade further in. Her face is still emotionless, empty, devoid of anything at all.
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 ?
*Sher*
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 ?
*CUT THE CHAINS*
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
Maverick is in the center of the cabins, equidistant to all, looking at everything in camp
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
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
It doesn't make it too her neck.
"Enough"
She moves behind them, before they can react
Grapple check 20
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE
Acrobatics: 13
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.
*CUT WITH GATO*
... Well
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.
Masha is strolling through champ, absentmindedly juggling two grenades.
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.
*there grappled*
*What are you going to do?*
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression (Maybe), and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child, DON'T JUDGE