A tabaxi is slouched up against a wall, emerald eyes piercing the darkness
Elliot approaches the tabaxi.
the tabaxi nods, their tail swishing side to side slowly.
“Hi, big cat.” Elliot says.
"who are you?" their eyes narrow
“I’m Elliot! Rat exterminator.”
"Very funny"
“No, I’m a rat exterminator.”
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A tabaxi is slouched up against a wall, emerald eyes piercing the darkness
Elliot approaches the tabaxi.
the tabaxi nods, their tail swishing side to side slowly.
“Hi, big cat.” Elliot says.
"who are you?" their eyes narrow
“I’m Elliot! Rat exterminator.”
"Very funny"
“No, I’m a rat exterminator.”
"so am I, you could say"
“Ooh, cool!”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
"Yes, I do believe that is in order. Don't worry, I'll send you back if you fail to meet my standards, but I'm sure I can find a use for you. Now, as for the bill..." He pulls out a stack of bills and places about 20 cybucks on the counter. "Don't expect a tip for your service."
Taylor snatches them up and gives a sickly sweet smiles "Have a good day honey, thank you so much for your service!"
"Silence." He begins to walk away. "Come along now. We need to test your abilities, main dish."
The rat thing follows silently for moment before speaking up, albeit quietly "T-thank you."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A couple of them fire back, and a bullet grazes Evan's arm. However, it isn't long before the pack has been broken up- many have fled whilst the bodies of their kin scatter the tracks. On closer inspection, they were indeed human, and looked like they hadn't seen civilisation in a long time, maybe ever.
"Well $h!t... thought they were somethin' else..."
An electric guitar riff blasts through the tunnels, an unbearable heat riding on the tidal wave of sound. As it falls silent, a voice begins to sing.
"Run and hide in darkness..."
Actual music begins to play.
"Run and hide, hide! Can't deny my calling now! Your secrets Bleeding trails of bodies, By design, oh!"
The source walks out of the tunnel. Another stoatfolk, but this one is dressed in a mix of classic Southern and punk rocker style, with a black leather duster with blue and gold flame designs, a cowboy hat and boots, and fingerless gloves for playing his fork-shaped electric guitar. He has one eye with a golden iris, while his other remains closed. A wide, dagger-toothed grin is spread across his face.
"Just a remnant that won't save you twice!"
The Starving Sovereign. The Lunch Lord. Atticus Gorta.
"I told you! I'll always come back for you! Never was an act so cruel! Wouldn't you know?"
An ancient force of destruction and change. He arrives every five hundred years, and always tips the scales in his favor. His gender, species, and even personality alter every incarnation, but one thing is always the same.
"We're trapped inside a tomb!"
It's going to hurt.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An electric guitar riff blasts through the tunnels, an unbearable heat riding on the tidal wave of sound. As it falls silent, a voice begins to sing.
"Run and hide in darkness..."
Actual music begins to play.
"Run and hide, hide! Can't deny my calling now! Your secrets Bleeding trails of bodies, By design, oh!"
The source walks out of the tunnel. Another stoatfolk, but this one is dressed in a mix of classic Southern and punk rocker style, with a black leather duster with blue and gold flame designs, a cowboy hat and boots, and fingerless gloves for playing his fork-shaped electric guitar. He has one eye with a golden iris, while his other remains closed. A wide, dagger-toothed grin is spread across his face.
"Just a remnant that won't save you twice!"
The Starving Sovereign. The Lunch Lord. Atticus Gorta.
"I told you! I'll always come back for you! Never was an act so cruel! Wouldn't you know?"
An ancient force of destruction and change. He arrives every five hundred years, and always tips the scales in his favor. His gender, species, and even personality alter every incarnation, but one thing is always the same.
"We're trapped inside a tomb!"
It's going to hurt.
Something ancient watches him, like a guardian angel watching over its target. Eyes feel like they are everywhere, buried in the cracks of stone, peeking out from the rotten flesh of corpses, dotting the mildew stained walls, everywhere. Rabbit-like motifs of a smiling cartoon rabbit graffiti the walls, colors of red, green, and dark purple staining the stone.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Something ancient watches him, like a guardian angel watching over its target. Eyes feel like they are everywhere, buried in the cracks of stone, peeking out from the rotten flesh of corpses, dotting the mildew stained walls, everywhere. Rabbit-like motifs of a smiling cartoon rabbit graffiti the walls, colors of red, green, and dark purple staining the stone.
Atticus takes a deep breath, his flames dying down. "How you feeling?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Something ancient watches him, like a guardian angel watching over its target. Eyes feel like they are everywhere, buried in the cracks of stone, peeking out from the rotten flesh of corpses, dotting the mildew stained walls, everywhere. Rabbit-like motifs of a smiling cartoon rabbit graffiti the walls, colors of red, green, and dark purple staining the stone.
Atticus takes a deep breath, his flames dying down. "How you feeling?"
Nothing replies but a rabbit-like entity, strands of sinew and such connecting to the walls, through the cracks, steps towards them. It's pie-cut eyes don't like normal, like there are eyes behind them watching.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Something ancient watches him, like a guardian angel watching over its target. Eyes feel like they are everywhere, buried in the cracks of stone, peeking out from the rotten flesh of corpses, dotting the mildew stained walls, everywhere. Rabbit-like motifs of a smiling cartoon rabbit graffiti the walls, colors of red, green, and dark purple staining the stone.
Atticus takes a deep breath, his flames dying down. "How you feeling?"
Nothing replies but a rabbit-like entity, strands of sinew and such connecting to the walls, through the cracks, steps towards them. It's pie-cut eyes don't like normal, like there are eyes behind them watching.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Atticus takes a deep breath, his flames dying down. "How you feeling?"
Nothing replies but a rabbit-like entity, strands of sinew and such connecting to the walls, through the cracks, steps towards them. It's pie-cut eyes don't like normal, like there are eyes behind them watching.
*How big is it?*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Atticus takes a deep breath, his flames dying down. "How you feeling?"
Nothing replies but a rabbit-like entity, strands of sinew and such connecting to the walls, through the cracks, steps towards them. It's pie-cut eyes don't like normal, like there are eyes behind them watching.
*How big is it?*
*8 feet and 6 inches*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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“No, I’m a rat exterminator.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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“Ooh, cool!”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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'Don't shoot. I got a gun, and there's more of us than there are of you'
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The rat thing follows silently for moment before speaking up, albeit quietly "T-thank you."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well $h!t... thought they were somethin' else..."
Sig but long ^w^
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
'Hunters work alone. I'd know, I'm one'
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An electric guitar riff blasts through the tunnels, an unbearable heat riding on the tidal wave of sound. As it falls silent, a voice begins to sing.
"Run and hide in darkness..."
Actual music begins to play.
"Run and hide, hide!
Can't deny my calling now!
Your secrets
Bleeding trails of bodies,
By design, oh!"
The source walks out of the tunnel. Another stoatfolk, but this one is dressed in a mix of classic Southern and punk rocker style, with a black leather duster with blue and gold flame designs, a cowboy hat and boots, and fingerless gloves for playing his fork-shaped electric guitar. He has one eye with a golden iris, while his other remains closed. A wide, dagger-toothed grin is spread across his face.
"Just a remnant that won't save you twice!"
The Starving Sovereign. The Lunch Lord. Atticus Gorta.
"I told you!
I'll always come back for you!
Never was an act so cruel!
Wouldn't you know?"
An ancient force of destruction and change. He arrives every five hundred years, and always tips the scales in his favor. His gender, species, and even personality alter every incarnation, but one thing is always the same.
"We're trapped inside a tomb!"
It's going to hurt.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You're welcome. You can follow complex recipes, correct?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods "My name is Raymond.." he says
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well, Raymond, it's time to test your mettle." He opens the door to his centipede construct. "Have you ever made cioppino?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Something ancient watches him, like a guardian angel watching over its target. Eyes feel like they are everywhere, buried in the cracks of stone, peeking out from the rotten flesh of corpses, dotting the mildew stained walls, everywhere. Rabbit-like motifs of a smiling cartoon rabbit graffiti the walls, colors of red, green, and dark purple staining the stone.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I-I know what it is sir but I don't know how to make it."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Atticus takes a deep breath, his flames dying down. "How you feeling?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You'll find a recipe card and ingredients inside. I expect it to be tolerable on your first attempt. Now cook." He gestures toward the kitchen.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Nothing replies but a rabbit-like entity, strands of sinew and such connecting to the walls, through the cracks, steps towards them. It's pie-cut eyes don't like normal, like there are eyes behind them watching.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Nothing replies but a rabbit-like entity, strands of sinew and such connecting to the walls, through the cracks, steps towards them. It's pie-cut eyes don't like normal, like there are eyes behind them watching.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'Look, I'm not a threat, I'm on your side. Maybe I could help you get some kills, you get the credit of course'
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*How big is it?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*8 feet and 6 inches*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]