*yesterday I said I didn’t know dead threads (that I played on.) I might have the souls forced out of bodies from the goo in Vinstreb come here till the goo is gone.*
*Ask Selia first.*
*ok.*
*’Sides, you can always make a Soul Hunter or a Mourner character.*
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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.
She extends her palm and shakes his hand, although he can barely feel anything. “On second thought, I do believe I’ve heard of you before, but must have been from a passerby, because there are many different universes colliding here.”
"Most likely. And you are?" His grip is firm.
“Fyra Lélie, came from Vanderbilt, on some wonky version of earth. You?”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
*yesterday I said I didn’t know dead threads (that I played on.) I might have the souls forced out of bodies from the goo in Vinstreb come here till the goo is gone.*
*Ask Selia first.*
*ok.*
*’Sides, you can always make a Soul Hunter or a Mourner character.*
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Her name was Terry... She'd heard of me. Read all my books, knew every aspect of my war feats.. She was introduced to me by a friend. Mirabelle. I had fallen in love with Mirabelle, but by the time I realized it, alas, it was too late.. She had another. Fearing I was already at the end of my rope of life, I beset myself to the waves. Gods intended me not to die, I suppose, for the woman who had turned me away dragged me from the water and imprisoned me, so that I dare not take my life.. One day, she brought her to me.. Terry... she had a beautiful face, her fur... was simply amazing... A wolfkind, yes, but... I didn't care. I was to be her body guard on her journeys. I became more than that... Terry Thornweaver, she became, and she was the love of my life..."
“Oh. I’m so so sorry… and she was shot? I’m really sorry…”
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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.
*yesterday I said I didn’t know dead threads (that I played on.) I might have the souls forced out of bodies from the goo in Vinstreb come here till the goo is gone.*
*Ask Selia first.*
*ok.*
*’Sides, you can always make a Soul Hunter or a Mourner character.*
*please just stick to Mourners or Soulhunters unless you have a canonically dead character, or a character from a dead thread. Just to avoid confusion*
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
"Her name was Terry... She'd heard of me. Read all my books, knew every aspect of my war feats.. She was introduced to me by a friend. Mirabelle. I had fallen in love with Mirabelle, but by the time I realized it, alas, it was too late.. She had another. Fearing I was already at the end of my rope of life, I beset myself to the waves. Gods intended me not to die, I suppose, for the woman who had turned me away dragged me from the water and imprisoned me, so that I dare not take my life.. One day, she brought her to me.. Terry... she had a beautiful face, her fur... was simply amazing... A wolfkind, yes, but... I didn't care. I was to be her body guard on her journeys. I became more than that... Terry Thornweaver, she became, and she was the love of my life..."
“Oh. I’m so so sorry… and she was shot? I’m really sorry…”
"Aye... It was my fault, too. My armor." he points to the set nearby. "Was made by a legendary man. I bought her her own set, one similar to mine. Had I not.. had she had her original armor... she would still be alive.."
“Why? Did it not protect a certain area?”
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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.
*yesterday I said I didn’t know dead threads (that I played on.) I might have the souls forced out of bodies from the goo in Vinstreb come here till the goo is gone.*
*Ask Selia first.*
*ok.*
*’Sides, you can always make a Soul Hunter or a Mourner character.*
*please just stick to Mourners or Soulhunters unless you have a canonically dead character, or a character from a dead thread. Just to avoid confusion*
*I don’t have dead characters. Can I get one brutally murdered by one of my other characters?*
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Her name was Terry... She'd heard of me. Read all my books, knew every aspect of my war feats.. She was introduced to me by a friend. Mirabelle. I had fallen in love with Mirabelle, but by the time I realized it, alas, it was too late.. She had another. Fearing I was already at the end of my rope of life, I beset myself to the waves. Gods intended me not to die, I suppose, for the woman who had turned me away dragged me from the water and imprisoned me, so that I dare not take my life.. One day, she brought her to me.. Terry... she had a beautiful face, her fur... was simply amazing... A wolfkind, yes, but... I didn't care. I was to be her body guard on her journeys. I became more than that... Terry Thornweaver, she became, and she was the love of my life..."
“Oh. I’m so so sorry… and she was shot? I’m really sorry…”
"Aye... It was my fault, too. My armor." he points to the set nearby. "Was made by a legendary man. I bought her her own set, one similar to mine. Had I not.. had she had her original armor... she would still be alive.."
“Why? Did it not protect a certain area?”
"Well... Correct. There was a gap at her shoulder and chest.."
“Oh no…”
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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.
*yesterday I said I didn’t know dead threads (that I played on.) I might have the souls forced out of bodies from the goo in Vinstreb come here till the goo is gone.*
*Ask Selia first.*
*ok.*
*’Sides, you can always make a Soul Hunter or a Mourner character.*
*please just stick to Mourners or Soulhunters unless you have a canonically dead character, or a character from a dead thread. Just to avoid confusion*
*I don’t have dead characters. Can I get one brutally murdered by one of my other characters?*
*Just make a Soulhunter or Mourner. We can make a Soulhunter guild.*
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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.
*yesterday I said I didn’t know dead threads (that I played on.) I might have the souls forced out of bodies from the goo in Vinstreb come here till the goo is gone.*
*Ask Selia first.*
*ok.*
*’Sides, you can always make a Soul Hunter or a Mourner character.*
*please just stick to Mourners or Soulhunters unless you have a canonically dead character, or a character from a dead thread. Just to avoid confusion*
*I don’t have dead characters. Can I get one brutally murdered by one of my other characters?*
*mate, there are three types of people you can be, just pick one of the others for right now*
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
*yesterday I said I didn’t know dead threads (that I played on.) I might have the souls forced out of bodies from the goo in Vinstreb come here till the goo is gone.*
*Ask Selia first.*
*ok.*
*’Sides, you can always make a Soul Hunter or a Mourner character.*
*please just stick to Mourners or Soulhunters unless you have a canonically dead character, or a character from a dead thread. Just to avoid confusion*
*I don’t have dead characters. Can I get one brutally murdered by one of my other characters?*
*mate, there are three types of people you can be, just pick one of the others for right now*
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"Her name was Terry... She'd heard of me. Read all my books, knew every aspect of my war feats.. She was introduced to me by a friend. Mirabelle. I had fallen in love with Mirabelle, but by the time I realized it, alas, it was too late.. She had another. Fearing I was already at the end of my rope of life, I beset myself to the waves. Gods intended me not to die, I suppose, for the woman who had turned me away dragged me from the water and imprisoned me, so that I dare not take my life.. One day, she brought her to me.. Terry... she had a beautiful face, her fur... was simply amazing... A wolfkind, yes, but... I didn't care. I was to be her body guard on her journeys. I became more than that... Terry Thornweaver, she became, and she was the love of my life..."
“Oh. I’m so so sorry… and she was shot? I’m really sorry…”
"Aye... It was my fault, too. My armor." he points to the set nearby. "Was made by a legendary man. I bought her her own set, one similar to mine. Had I not.. had she had her original armor... she would still be alive.."
“Why? Did it not protect a certain area?”
"Well... Correct. There was a gap at her shoulder and chest.."
“Oh no…”
"Yep..."
“I-I’m really sorry, man.”
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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.
An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder. His eyes are a piercing shade of blue that seems to stare into your soul.
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.
"It is not your fault. The burden is mine alone to bear."
“It’s not your fault either.”
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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.
*’Sides, you can always make a Soul Hunter or a Mourner character.*
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.
Extended Signature!
“Fyra Lélie, came from Vanderbilt, on some wonky version of earth. You?”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
*ok.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*sel, can I have souls forced out of bodies temporarily come here till they can get back in?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Oh. I’m so so sorry… and she was shot? I’m really sorry…”
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.
Extended Signature!
*please just stick to Mourners or Soulhunters unless you have a canonically dead character, or a character from a dead thread. Just to avoid confusion*
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
“Why? Did it not protect a certain area?”
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.
Extended Signature!
*I don’t have dead characters. Can I get one brutally murdered by one of my other characters?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Oh no…”
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.
Extended Signature!
*Just make a Soulhunter or Mourner. We can make a Soulhunter guild.*
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.
Extended Signature!
*mate, there are three types of people you can be, just pick one of the others for right now*
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
*ok*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I-I’m really sorry, man.”
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.
Extended Signature!
An eighteen year old boy stands at the bottom of a hill in the Graveyard. He wears a white lab coat, stained with something red-dye, blood, juice, hopefully juice, and is carrying a jar with a small wispy figure inside of it. His hair is brown, and it moves with the wind, and he wears a pair of foggy round glasses. He also wears a black cape that flutters wildly, and has a rat with reddish eyes perched on his shoulder. His eyes are a piercing shade of blue that seems to stare into your soul.
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.
Extended Signature!
“It’s not your fault either.”
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.
Extended Signature!