The rooster sniffs the air, then looks over. "You shouldn't be here. Are your parents nearby?"
'No kill. Saw nothing' Skulk stammers, terrified
"I'm not worried about that. Kids shouldn't have to see this kind of stuff." He walks a bit closer, but keeps his distance. "Besides, these folks were poisoned. Whoever killed them would have had to both know what they were doing and not be able to take them on themselves. At least, that's what I gather." His voice is calm, dull, matter-of-fact. It's almost hypnotic.
The rooster sniffs the air, then looks over. "You shouldn't be here. Are your parents nearby?"
'No kill. Saw nothing' Skulk stammers, terrified
"I'm not worried about that. Kids shouldn't have to see this kind of stuff." He walks a bit closer, but keeps his distance. "Besides, these folks were poisoned. Whoever killed them would have had to both know what they were doing and not be able to take them on themselves. At least, that's what I gather." His voice is calm, dull, matter-of-fact. It's almost hypnotic.
'Wasn't me. Not kill, please. I'm not on own. Parents down there, all safe'. Skulk points down to the shadows beyond the grille
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
"I'm not worried about that. Kids shouldn't have to see this kind of stuff." He walks a bit closer, but keeps his distance. "Besides, these folks were poisoned. Whoever killed them would have had to both know what they were doing and not be able to take them on themselves. At least, that's what I gather." His voice is calm, dull, matter-of-fact. It's almost hypnotic.
'Wasn't me. Not kill, please. I'm not on own. Parents down there, all safe'. Skulk points down to the shadows beyond the grille
"I'm not going to hurt you." He says gently. "I want to make sure you're okay."
*this is really interesting i know i'm joining late but i really hope it doesn't die*
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"I'm not worried about that. Kids shouldn't have to see this kind of stuff." He walks a bit closer, but keeps his distance. "Besides, these folks were poisoned. Whoever killed them would have had to both know what they were doing and not be able to take them on themselves. At least, that's what I gather." His voice is calm, dull, matter-of-fact. It's almost hypnotic.
'Wasn't me. Not kill, please. I'm not on own. Parents down there, all safe'. Skulk points down to the shadows beyond the grille
"I'm not going to hurt you." He says gently. "I want to make sure you're okay."
'Am ok. Just... that scary. Lots of dead. Skulk not want be dead. Cake poisonous? Like a bait trap?'
"I'm not going to hurt you." He says gently. "I want to make sure you're okay."
'Am ok. Just... that scary. Lots of dead. Skulk not want be dead. Cake poisonous? Like a bait trap?'
"There were two cakes. One was poisoned, one wasn't. Somehow, they all wound up eating the poisoned one while the other went untouched. I'm guessing whoever made the cakes knew these people." He points to the red box in his truck. "That has the poisoned cake it. All of it. I don't suggest going to the crime scene, since we haven't moved the bodies out yet."
"I'm not going to hurt you." He says gently. "I want to make sure you're okay."
'Am ok. Just... that scary. Lots of dead. Skulk not want be dead. Cake poisonous? Like a bait trap?'
"There were two cakes. One was poisoned, one wasn't. Somehow, they all wound up eating the poisoned one while the other went untouched. I'm guessing whoever made the cakes knew these people." He points to the red box in his truck. "That has the poisoned cake it. All of it. I don't suggest going to the crime scene, since we haven't moved the bodies out yet."
The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. The stranger plops himself down on a barstool, stretching as he waits to order a drink.
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The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. The stranger plops himself down on a barstool, stretching as he waits to order a drink.
Another feline beastman is sat at the bar, drinking copious amounts of purple liquid
A grimy human child is hanging around, humming to himself
*You easily could! I warn you though, this is a rather dark and dystopian tavern so far.*
*oh i know. I have a story for them already! My cat is this outdoorsy loner type fella who keeps getting himself into trouble. He always manages to get out of it, though, somehow. My dog is his adopted mother, a kindly middle-aged librarian(or just homebody, dk if beasts normally have jobs in this world), and she worries about him a lot. He stays out late and comes home with some fresh wounds and some takout for his mama, and she fusses over him, telling him to stop getting into fights as she patches him up. My guinea pigs(i've had 4, one died, two were just fosters, and one still lives with me) Have their own cinematic universe*
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The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. The stranger plops himself down on a barstool, stretching as he waits to order a drink.
Another feline beastman is sat at the bar, drinking copious amounts of purple liquid
A grimy human child is hanging around, humming to himself
The stranger leans back a little and asks the other guy, "Hey, any idea where the bartender is? I really need a drink."
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The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. The stranger plops himself down on a barstool, stretching as he waits to order a drink.
Another feline beastman is sat at the bar, drinking copious amounts of purple liquid
A grimy human child is hanging around, humming to himself
The stranger leans back a little and asks the other guy, "Hey, any idea where the bartender is? I really need a drink."
'He's just serving that table of bugfolk over there. There's a whole tribe of them there, it's taking forever. You want one of my cans?'
The little void bug is slowly becoming more confident, and it now walks into the bar and sits down, waiting to be served.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. The stranger plops himself down on a barstool, stretching as he waits to order a drink.
Another feline beastman is sat at the bar, drinking copious amounts of purple liquid
A grimy human child is hanging around, humming to himself
The stranger leans back a little and asks the other guy, "Hey, any idea where the bartender is? I really need a drink."
'He's just serving that table of bugfolk over there. There's a whole tribe of them there, it's taking forever. You want one of my cans?'
"What is that, some sort of grape soda?"
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The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. The stranger plops himself down on a barstool, stretching as he waits to order a drink.
Another feline beastman is sat at the bar, drinking copious amounts of purple liquid
A grimy human child is hanging around, humming to himself
The stranger leans back a little and asks the other guy, "Hey, any idea where the bartender is? I really need a drink."
'He's just serving that table of bugfolk over there. There's a whole tribe of them there, it's taking forever. You want one of my cans?'
"What is that, some sort of grape soda?"
'Pretty much, but it's enhanced with Syn, so it chills you out as well'
The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. The stranger plops himself down on a barstool, stretching as he waits to order a drink.
Another feline beastman is sat at the bar, drinking copious amounts of purple liquid
A grimy human child is hanging around, humming to himself
The stranger leans back a little and asks the other guy, "Hey, any idea where the bartender is? I really need a drink."
'He's just serving that table of bugfolk over there. There's a whole tribe of them there, it's taking forever. You want one of my cans?'
"What is that, some sort of grape soda?"
'Pretty much, but it's enhanced with Syn, so it chills you out as well'
"Syn?" He shrugs. "Never heard of it. Is it some sort of drug?"
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The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. The stranger plops himself down on a barstool, stretching as he waits to order a drink.
Another feline beastman is sat at the bar, drinking copious amounts of purple liquid
A grimy human child is hanging around, humming to himself
The stranger leans back a little and asks the other guy, "Hey, any idea where the bartender is? I really need a drink."
'He's just serving that table of bugfolk over there. There's a whole tribe of them there, it's taking forever. You want one of my cans?'
"What is that, some sort of grape soda?"
'Pretty much, but it's enhanced with Syn, so it chills you out as well'
"Syn?" He shrugs. "Never heard of it. Is it some sort of drug?"
'Yeah, guess so. It's distilled from daemonic blood, perfectly safe, and it can have some pretty cool effects. The grape flavoured stuff relaxes you, the golden stuff gives you a confidence boost, red amps up your adrenaline, the less said about pink the better, orange makes you hungry, which is useful at banquets.'
"I'm not worried about that. Kids shouldn't have to see this kind of stuff." He walks a bit closer, but keeps his distance. "Besides, these folks were poisoned. Whoever killed them would have had to both know what they were doing and not be able to take them on themselves. At least, that's what I gather." His voice is calm, dull, matter-of-fact. It's almost hypnotic.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Wasn't me. Not kill, please. I'm not on own. Parents down there, all safe'. Skulk points down to the shadows beyond the grille
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*ykw? I might introduce my pets here.*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
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"I'm not going to hurt you." He says gently. "I want to make sure you're okay."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*this is really interesting i know i'm joining late but i really hope it doesn't die*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
*You easily could! I warn you though, this is a rather dark and dystopian tavern so far.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Am ok. Just... that scary. Lots of dead. Skulk not want be dead. Cake poisonous? Like a bait trap?'
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"There were two cakes. One was poisoned, one wasn't. Somehow, they all wound up eating the poisoned one while the other went untouched. I'm guessing whoever made the cakes knew these people." He points to the red box in his truck. "That has the poisoned cake it. All of it. I don't suggest going to the crime scene, since we haven't moved the bodies out yet."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Hmm. Dead guys been looted yet?'
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The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. The stranger plops himself down on a barstool, stretching as he waits to order a drink.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
Another feline beastman is sat at the bar, drinking copious amounts of purple liquid
A grimy human child is hanging around, humming to himself
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*oh i know. I have a story for them already! My cat is this outdoorsy loner type fella who keeps getting himself into trouble. He always manages to get out of it, though, somehow. My dog is his adopted mother, a kindly middle-aged librarian(or just homebody, dk if beasts normally have jobs in this world), and she worries about him a lot. He stays out late and comes home with some fresh wounds and some takout for his mama, and she fusses over him, telling him to stop getting into fights as she patches him up. My guinea pigs(i've had 4, one died, two were just fosters, and one still lives with me) Have their own cinematic universe*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
The stranger leans back a little and asks the other guy, "Hey, any idea where the bartender is? I really need a drink."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
'He's just serving that table of bugfolk over there. There's a whole tribe of them there, it's taking forever. You want one of my cans?'
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The little void bug is slowly becoming more confident, and it now walks into the bar and sits down, waiting to be served.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
"What is that, some sort of grape soda?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
The jaglion is sitting outside of the bar
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
'Pretty much, but it's enhanced with Syn, so it chills you out as well'
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"Syn?" He shrugs. "Never heard of it. Is it some sort of drug?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
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'Yeah, guess so. It's distilled from daemonic blood, perfectly safe, and it can have some pretty cool effects. The grape flavoured stuff relaxes you, the golden stuff gives you a confidence boost, red amps up your adrenaline, the less said about pink the better, orange makes you hungry, which is useful at banquets.'
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