The Slink is lurking by a drainage tunnel near the Red Wednesday bridge
Cassandra is near the bridge, holding a small device in her hand. It clicks in a way reminiscent of a geiger counter, the sound growing louder and more frequent as she approaches the bridge. She takes note of this, writing something down, stopping briefly to cough into her arm.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Slink is lurking by a drainage tunnel near the Red Wednesday bridge
Cassandra is near the bridge, holding a small device in her hand. It clicks in a way reminiscent of a geiger counter, the sound growing louder and more frequent as she approaches the bridge. She takes note of this, writing something down, stopping briefly to cough into her arm.
'Uhh, hey there. Looking for someone?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The Slink is lurking by a drainage tunnel near the Red Wednesday bridge
Cassandra is near the bridge, holding a small device in her hand. It clicks in a way reminiscent of a geiger counter, the sound growing louder and more frequent as she approaches the bridge. She takes note of this, writing something down, stopping briefly to cough into her arm.
'Uhh, hey there. Looking for someone?'
She turns around, surprised but not panicking in the least. "N- not at the moment, no. Just doing some research. Why?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Slink is lurking by a drainage tunnel near the Red Wednesday bridge
Cassandra is near the bridge, holding a small device in her hand. It clicks in a way reminiscent of a geiger counter, the sound growing louder and more frequent as she approaches the bridge. She takes note of this, writing something down, stopping briefly to cough into her arm.
'Uhh, hey there. Looking for someone?'
She turns around, surprised but not panicking in the least. "N- not at the moment, no. Just doing some research. Why?"
'There's a guy here who wants me dead. Might be more, I don't know. What kinda research?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A tall being stands at a riverbank staring at Iago. The being looks human except it's height. The being is wearing a mask covering its face. The mask has nothing. No nose, eye holes, and mouth hole. The being also has a hood on.
A tall being stands at a riverbank staring at Iago. The being looks human except it's height. The being is wearing a mask covering its face. The mask has nothing. No nose, eye holes, and mouth hole. The being also has a hood on.
'Ah, hello there. Be you new to this town?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The Slink is lurking by a drainage tunnel near the Red Wednesday bridge
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Cassandra is near the bridge, holding a small device in her hand. It clicks in a way reminiscent of a geiger counter, the sound growing louder and more frequent as she approaches the bridge. She takes note of this, writing something down, stopping briefly to cough into her arm.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'Uhh, hey there. Looking for someone?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
She turns around, surprised but not panicking in the least. "N- not at the moment, no. Just doing some research. Why?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'There's a guy here who wants me dead. Might be more, I don't know. What kinda research?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*throws a potion into the room before running off and smoke appears saying join the cynophobia cult*
Iago is on 5th Street, mowing the lawn of his house
The Slink is by the riverbank
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*anyone around?*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*this place had better not be dead lol*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Hi*
*wanna rp?*
The Slink is watching from a sewer grate in the square
Iago is out drinking coffee
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Sorry I have no characters for this so I can't man I really need to make one soon before I forget*
*anyone here?*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*clearly not lol*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Sorry, I would be playing here but I have to prepare for a ball. I shall dance traditional colonial line dances throughout the night.*
*fun!*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*WE STILL HAVE HOPE*
A tall being stands at a riverbank staring at Iago. The being looks human except it's height. The being is wearing a mask covering its face. The mask has nothing. No nose, eye holes, and mouth hole. The being also has a hood on.
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
'Ah, hello there. Be you new to this town?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*The hunt is almost over and I don't know what to do when it is*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels