Carnival slows down and eventually stops playing. They take a tiny teacup out of their hat and place it on the ground, pouring some tea into it. Where from art thou, little mouse? Thy kind are not common here, with thy gilded wings and poetic soul. And, if I may pry, what brings thee to this terrible place, where angels fear to tread?
“Ala comes for their leader.” The mouse says in human speak. “Ala seeks friends here, and Ala also comes for the Fall Festival to keep things in order.”
She opens her left eye slightly. "That's good... things have been out of order for so long... A lot of people... they don't come here to make friends... they want... to hurt... and share the hurt..." She holds out a paw. "May I... hold you?"
It nods, climbing up her paw. “Ala would like a friend.”
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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.
Hello! You may call me Gato (which means cat in Spanish)
I am a STAY
Common side effects include nervousness, insomnia, nausea, agitation, anxiety, sweating, vision problems, psychosis, numbness, dizziness, headaches, and weight loss
Everybody wanna hear the real version of life, then don't get so sensitive,When I say something a little bit raw
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 opens her left eye slightly. "That's good... things have been out of order for so long... A lot of people... they don't come here to make friends... they want... to hurt... and share the hurt..." She holds out a paw. "May I... hold you?"
It nods, climbing up her paw. “Ala would like a friend.”
"You're a very warm... little friend." She places it on her shoulder. Her pajamas are thick and plush. "Would you like to go somewhere?"
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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.
She opens her left eye slightly. "That's good... things have been out of order for so long... A lot of people... they don't come here to make friends... they want... to hurt... and share the hurt..." She holds out a paw. "May I... hold you?"
It nods, climbing up her paw. “Ala would like a friend.”
"You're a very warm... little friend." She places it on her shoulder. Her pajamas are thick and plush. "Would you like to go somewhere?"
It nods. “Yes please. Need to… need to… mission…” It looks in a trance.
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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.
"You're a very warm... little friend." She places it on her shoulder. Her pajamas are thick and plush. "Would you like to go somewhere?"
It nods. “Yes please. Need to… need to… mission…” It looks in a trance.
She enters its mind, not delving deeply, but just enough to understand it better. What's wrong, new friend?
It… It’s so light. Light everywhere, the sound of wings flapping, gold, silver, angels, pure radiance. In the middle, a small regular mouse sits, shivering.
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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 enters its mind, not delving deeply, but just enough to understand it better. What's wrong, new friend?
It… It’s so light. Light everywhere, the sound of wings flapping, gold, silver, angels, pure radiance. In the middle, a small regular mouse sits, shivering.
The mouse sees another angel. One that is so, so fundamentally wrong. It's lanky, with frozen antlers and three wings, two to one side, one to the other placed between the two, as if the wings were placed in a row along its back. It radiates a dull red light, and the whole thing is made of pale flesh and crimson ice, an artificial being born of psionic power. It descends and kneels before the mouse.
You are afraid...
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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.
She enters its mind, not delving deeply, but just enough to understand it better. What's wrong, new friend?
It… It’s so light. Light everywhere, the sound of wings flapping, gold, silver, angels, pure radiance. In the middle, a small regular mouse sits, shivering.
The mouse sees another angel. One that is so, so fundamentally wrong. It's lanky, with frozen antlers and three wings, two to one side, one to the other placed between the two, as if the wings were placed in a row along its back. It radiates a dull red light, and the whole thing is made of pale flesh and crimson ice, an artificial being born of psionic power. It descends and kneels before the mouse.
You are afraid...
It shivers. "Ala is afraid..."
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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.
Sage is shifted into an owl, and is observing the town for anything interesting.
A cat walks by, looking up at the owl.
A cat in a hat and robe is definitely interesting, so the owl flies down until it's hovering just 15 feet above the cat.
The cat looks at the owl.
"Hmm... You look yummy." A blast of force tries to slam the owl into the ground. DC 25 STR save, or be pushed into the ground.
*I have -1 to strength, so I'm not even gonna bother rolling*
The owl hits the ground hard, then grows and changes shape into a woman in her early 20s. "Hey! That was unnecessary!"
The cat looks at Sage.
"Hmmm... Would you taste good...?"
She stands up and shrugs. "Well, my bloodline is cursed, so probably not."
"Oooh! Curses! Yummy! It's been a long time since I've consumed a cursed bloodline! ... Although, it is rather hard to consume people when I'm trapped in this form..."
Sage looks incredibly scared of the cat. "You know, I'm just gonna slowly walk away. Don't mind me at all."
"Oh, but I will! I've been quite hungry... It is oh so hard to get into just the right situation for me to finally be able to consume cursed flesh... for me to finally be free of this accursed form..."
The 'cat' steps closer.
"Yeah uhh, I'm gonna say no to that..." She swiftly changes shape, shrinking and growing feathers until she is an owl, then flying away as fast as possible.
"... Darn it! I'm supposed to monologue after I eat the cursed flesh so I can regain my full power! Ugh. Oh well."
The 'cat' yawns, before curling up to sleep in the middle of the road.
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
The mouse sees another angel. One that is so, so fundamentally wrong. It's lanky, with frozen antlers and three wings, two to one side, one to the other placed between the two, as if the wings were placed in a row along its back. It radiates a dull red light, and the whole thing is made of pale flesh and crimson ice, an artificial being born of psionic power. It descends and kneels before the mouse.
You are afraid...
It shivers. "Ala is afraid..."
Why, little friend? The false angel whispers, reaching out to pick it up.
It caresses the mouse. Did they hurt you?
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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.
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.
The mouse sees another angel. One that is so, so fundamentally wrong. It's lanky, with frozen antlers and three wings, two to one side, one to the other placed between the two, as if the wings were placed in a row along its back. It radiates a dull red light, and the whole thing is made of pale flesh and crimson ice, an artificial being born of psionic power. It descends and kneels before the mouse.
You are afraid...
It shivers. "Ala is afraid..."
Why, little friend? The false angel whispers, reaching out to pick it up.
It caresses the mouse. Did they hurt you?
It nods quickly.
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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.
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.
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.
*I'm good! Need to work on the timeline for Tarran.*
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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.
“It’s really good…” His eyes widen as he hears that Sage has never had hot chocolate before.
She shrugs. "So I've heard."
“What do you do?” He asks, seeming to be asking what she does for a living.
"I grow things, I mix potions, a few other things."
“Potions! I like potions. I tried one once, and accidentally made something explode. Mom said that even though I didn’t have any powers, fae blood with witch magic doesn’t mix well.”
"Yeah, that still happens to me every so often."
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
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It nods, climbing up her paw. “Ala would like a friend.”
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.
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*Hi bananer*
Hello! You may call me Gato (which means cat in Spanish)
I am a STAY
Common side effects include nervousness, insomnia, nausea, agitation, anxiety, sweating, vision problems, psychosis, numbness, dizziness, headaches, and weight loss
Everybody wanna hear the real version of life, then don't get so sensitive, When I say something a little bit raw
*hihi*
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!
"You're a very warm... little friend." She places it on her shoulder. Her pajamas are thick and plush. "Would you like to go somewhere?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It nods. “Yes please. Need to… need to… mission…” It looks in a trance.
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!
She enters its mind, not delving deeply, but just enough to understand it better. What's wrong, new friend?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It… It’s so light. Light everywhere, the sound of wings flapping, gold, silver, angels, pure radiance. In the middle, a small regular mouse sits, shivering.
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!
The mouse sees another angel. One that is so, so fundamentally wrong. It's lanky, with frozen antlers and three wings, two to one side, one to the other placed between the two, as if the wings were placed in a row along its back. It radiates a dull red light, and the whole thing is made of pale flesh and crimson ice, an artificial being born of psionic power. It descends and kneels before the mouse.
You are afraid...
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It shivers. "Ala is afraid..."
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.
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"... Darn it! I'm supposed to monologue after I eat the cursed flesh so I can regain my full power! Ugh. Oh well."
The 'cat' yawns, before curling up to sleep in the middle of the road.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
Why, little friend? The false angel whispers, reaching out to pick it up.
It caresses the mouse. Did they hurt you?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Anyone else wanna RP?*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*Hi Gonz!*
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.
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*Hello!*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
It nods quickly.
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.
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*Sure!*
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.
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*Hru?*
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!
Good! How are you?*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*I'm good! Need to work on the timeline for Tarran.*
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!
"Yeah, that still happens to me every so often."
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!)
I live under a rock, but at least it's a pretty cool rock!