Wings are silent in the air as a bipedal owl lands on the ground. It appears to be a stout, great horned owl variant of the owlin species. It is dressed in a fine suit made of red, brown, and green fabric. A pair of spectacles sit on the bridge of its beak, tiny in comparison to their large eyes. They look around, blinking slowly as they observe the area with mild interest.
No one seems to notice them except for one short, thin man in rags and mouldy cardboard armor. He walks forward, his hair so filthy it doesn't even move with the late Autumn winds. "You there! New, eh? Just spawned, or comin' from somewhere else?"
They turn their head, a soft hoo coming from them. "Ah, hello." he stares past them, over their shoulder almost.
'You new here? Don't usually get beastfolk here. You fly in from another dimension? I know it's possible, just very very rare'
They shake their head "My name is Sausel, I am unsure as to why I am here. I do not like it.. too much buzzing from the lights, too loud."
'Yes, this isn't your habitat, not at all. Where were you before?'
"Someplace dark.. someplace quiet.." they said.
'Sounds nice. I like the dark and quiet too'
They nod and stare at the ground, pacing back and forth.
'You know where you are?'
They shake their head side to side, wringing their wings.
'This is Balios, 2005'
"2005?-" they blink again, more confused than ever.
'The year. It's 2005 years since Jesus was born'
"Jesus? Years? what are you speaking of?"
'Years are time. Jesus is the guy who saves us from evil, kind of a God. Look, this is a non-magical world, the only sentients are humans and Nightmares. You might want to hide'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Wings are silent in the air as a bipedal owl lands on the ground. It appears to be a stout, great horned owl variant of the owlin species. It is dressed in a fine suit made of red, brown, and green fabric. A pair of spectacles sit on the bridge of its beak, tiny in comparison to their large eyes. They look around, blinking slowly as they observe the area with mild interest.
No one seems to notice them except for one short, thin man in rags and mouldy cardboard armor. He walks forward, his hair so filthy it doesn't even move with the late Autumn winds. "You there! New, eh? Just spawned, or comin' from somewhere else?"
They turn their head, a soft hoo coming from them. "Ah, hello." he stares past them, over their shoulder almost.
'You new here? Don't usually get beastfolk here. You fly in from another dimension? I know it's possible, just very very rare'
They shake their head "My name is Sausel, I am unsure as to why I am here. I do not like it.. too much buzzing from the lights, too loud."
'Yes, this isn't your habitat, not at all. Where were you before?'
"Someplace dark.. someplace quiet.." they said.
'Sounds nice. I like the dark and quiet too'
They nod and stare at the ground, pacing back and forth.
'You know where you are?'
They shake their head side to side, wringing their wings.
'This is Balios, 2005'
"2005?-" they blink again, more confused than ever.
'The year. It's 2005 years since Jesus was born'
"Jesus? Years? what are you speaking of?"
'Years are time. Jesus is the guy who saves us from evil, kind of a God. Look, this is a non-magical world, the only sentients are humans and Nightmares. You might want to hide'
'Yeah, it is a lot. I know some safe places where the paranormalists won't find you'
"Fine! Fine! Let us go there!"
The Slink leads them to a tunnel under the Red Wednesday bridge. 'This is my den. Even Cato hasn't found it yet, so you should be fine. Just don't eat all my chips'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Yeah, it is a lot. I know some safe places where the paranormalists won't find you'
"Fine! Fine! Let us go there!"
The Slink leads them to a tunnel under the Red Wednesday bridge. 'This is my den. Even Cato hasn't found it yet, so you should be fine. Just don't eat all my chips'
"I don't eat." They said, tilting their head, plopping down on the ground and opening a book they pulled from their pack.
An old TV flickers to life. A man, dressed in a beautiful black suit, is sitting on a bed in some sort of room. His eyes flicker towards the tv suddenly, smiling as he walks over, leaning into whatever relays his image.
He seems to reach his hand out, placing his palm agaisnt the screen before his hand somehow breaks through the screen. His hand is staticky, blended with human flesh like some sort of horrible vision brought to life from TV. He climbs out through the TV, fixing his suit before grinning widely. His teeth are too neat, his smile too big, his.. everything.. too perfect.
'Yeah, it is a lot. I know some safe places where the paranormalists won't find you'
"Fine! Fine! Let us go there!"
The Slink leads them to a tunnel under the Red Wednesday bridge. 'This is my den. Even Cato hasn't found it yet, so you should be fine. Just don't eat all my chips'
"I don't eat." They said, tilting their head, plopping down on the ground and opening a book they pulled from their pack.
'Fair. What's that you got?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Yeah, it is a lot. I know some safe places where the paranormalists won't find you'
"Fine! Fine! Let us go there!"
The Slink leads them to a tunnel under the Red Wednesday bridge. 'This is my den. Even Cato hasn't found it yet, so you should be fine. Just don't eat all my chips'
"I don't eat." They said, tilting their head, plopping down on the ground and opening a book they pulled from their pack.
'Fair. What's that you got?'
"A grimore," they said "Allows me to use fonts of emotion to thread together into magical energy."
Sausel physically recoils from the touch, their feathers fluffing.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
'Years are time. Jesus is the guy who saves us from evil, kind of a God. Look, this is a non-magical world, the only sentients are humans and Nightmares. You might want to hide'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Yeah. It's getting late. These people shouldn't be out. It's not like the signal's that creepy." He looks at the eye, which looks back at him.
"Ah. You think I could call them over? This thing weighs a ton."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"This is too much.." they hold their head.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
"Ugh, you're boring." He skitters off.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Do we even know who this Nightmare Lord is?'
'Sure' Leo tries to ring Smiley Screen
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Quote cut for wendigo*
'Yeah, it is a lot. I know some safe places where the paranormalists won't find you'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Sausel stands there, more confused than ever.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
"Fine! Fine! Let us go there!"
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
The Slink leads them to a tunnel under the Red Wednesday bridge. 'This is my den. Even Cato hasn't found it yet, so you should be fine. Just don't eat all my chips'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Nope. Just showed up. Could be the fluffy owl guy."
It works... or at least, it seems to at first. Someone picks up. "Can you hear me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hiah baalze*
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [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]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
*Hey, Gato*
*What's up?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't eat." They said, tilting their head, plopping down on the ground and opening a book they pulled from their pack.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
'Maybe. Nightmare Lords aren't usually so fluffy or confused though. This looks more sinister'
'Yeah. Friend here's having trouble with his computer, it's trying to electrocute him. Could you help us?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*I feel horrible*
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [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]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
An old TV flickers to life. A man, dressed in a beautiful black suit, is sitting on a bed in some sort of room. His eyes flicker towards the tv suddenly, smiling as he walks over, leaning into whatever relays his image.
He seems to reach his hand out, placing his palm agaisnt the screen before his hand somehow breaks through the screen. His hand is staticky, blended with human flesh like some sort of horrible vision brought to life from TV. He climbs out through the TV, fixing his suit before grinning widely. His teeth are too neat, his smile too big, his.. everything.. too perfect.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
'Fair. What's that you got?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"True. Maybe we should hide or something."
"...It's me. Do you know me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"A grimore," they said "Allows me to use fonts of emotion to thread together into magical energy."
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ