I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Sundew is looking at different stalls near the storerooms. Is that a sun tattoo on her arm, or are you seeing things?
The lady in red taps her on the shoulder
She sighs. "What now?"
She gives a sly grin, glancing to the tattoo, saying nothing yet implying everything.
Sundew looks down, sees what the lady in red is looking at, then feigns innocence. "Oh, do you like my tattoo? I know a skilled artist in my home forest. I can get you an appointment, if you're interested."
"I have plenty myself." she turns around and moves her ponytail, revealing a spread of intricate tattoos on her upper back.
Sundew nods almost imperceptibly. "Should we take this conversation somewhere more private?"
"That would be best, yes"
Sundew talks louder this time, making sure the surrounding people can hear. "Let's go outside. If I sit here any longer, I'm gonna have to buy something!"
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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!)
Sundew is looking at different stalls near the storerooms. Is that a sun tattoo on her arm, or are you seeing things?
The lady in red taps her on the shoulder
She sighs. "What now?"
She gives a sly grin, glancing to the tattoo, saying nothing yet implying everything.
Sundew looks down, sees what the lady in red is looking at, then feigns innocence. "Oh, do you like my tattoo? I know a skilled artist in my home forest. I can get you an appointment, if you're interested."
"I have plenty myself." she turns around and moves her ponytail, revealing a spread of intricate tattoos on her upper back.
Sundew nods almost imperceptibly. "Should we take this conversation somewhere more private?"
"That would be best, yes"
Sundew talks louder this time, making sure the surrounding people can hear. "Let's go outside. If I sit here any longer, I'm gonna have to buy something!"
"Perhaps inside would be better?" She half-whispers
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Sundew is looking at different stalls near the storerooms. Is that a sun tattoo on her arm, or are you seeing things?
The lady in red taps her on the shoulder
She sighs. "What now?"
She gives a sly grin, glancing to the tattoo, saying nothing yet implying everything.
Sundew looks down, sees what the lady in red is looking at, then feigns innocence. "Oh, do you like my tattoo? I know a skilled artist in my home forest. I can get you an appointment, if you're interested."
"I have plenty myself." she turns around and moves her ponytail, revealing a spread of intricate tattoos on her upper back.
Sundew nods almost imperceptibly. "Should we take this conversation somewhere more private?"
"That would be best, yes"
Sundew talks louder this time, making sure the surrounding people can hear. "Let's go outside. If I sit here any longer, I'm gonna have to buy something!"
"Perhaps inside would be better?" She half-whispers
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!)
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
Sundew is looking at different stalls near the storerooms. Is that a sun tattoo on her arm, or are you seeing things?
The lady in red taps her on the shoulder
She sighs. "What now?"
She gives a sly grin, glancing to the tattoo, saying nothing yet implying everything.
Sundew looks down, sees what the lady in red is looking at, then feigns innocence. "Oh, do you like my tattoo? I know a skilled artist in my home forest. I can get you an appointment, if you're interested."
"I have plenty myself." she turns around and moves her ponytail, revealing a spread of intricate tattoos on her upper back.
Sundew nods almost imperceptibly. "Should we take this conversation somewhere more private?"
"That would be best, yes"
Sundew talks louder this time, making sure the surrounding people can hear. "Let's go outside. If I sit here any longer, I'm gonna have to buy something!"
"Perhaps inside would be better?" She half-whispers
"If you say so."
She gives a furtive nod and walks into the Rose, expecting you to follow.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Sundew is looking at different stalls near the storerooms. Is that a sun tattoo on her arm, or are you seeing things?
The lady in red taps her on the shoulder
She sighs. "What now?"
She gives a sly grin, glancing to the tattoo, saying nothing yet implying everything.
Sundew looks down, sees what the lady in red is looking at, then feigns innocence. "Oh, do you like my tattoo? I know a skilled artist in my home forest. I can get you an appointment, if you're interested."
"I have plenty myself." she turns around and moves her ponytail, revealing a spread of intricate tattoos on her upper back.
Sundew nods almost imperceptibly. "Should we take this conversation somewhere more private?"
"That would be best, yes"
Sundew talks louder this time, making sure the surrounding people can hear. "Let's go outside. If I sit here any longer, I'm gonna have to buy something!"
"Perhaps inside would be better?" She half-whispers
"If you say so."
She gives a furtive nod and walks into the Rose, expecting you to follow.
Sundew follows.
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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!)
Thorne is sipping tea outside a cafe, reading a book on transition in soft metal. He wears a simple suit, made of grey and red soft fabric. He still wears his veil, covering his skull head from view.
*Cut with wendigo* The Fae screams, a discordant melody of thousands of voices. “Get off of me, you insolent child!” The venomous plants of The Fae’s dress burst outwards, stinging Thorne, the air clouded with poisonous fragrances. A storm of inky black tentacles burst outwards from a crack in reality, pushing Thorne onto the ground, thousands upon thousands of eyes peering into his soul.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*Cut with wendigo* The Fae screams, a discordant melody of thousands of voices. “Get off of me, you insolent child!” The venomous plants of The Fae’s dress burst outwards, stinging Thorne, the air clouded with poisonous fragrances. A storm of inky black tentacles burst outwards from a crack in reality, pushing Thorne onto the ground, thousands upon thousands of eyes peering into his soul.
Thorne seems unfazed, staring at her "Child?.. you think me a child?"
*Cut with wendigo* The Fae screams, a discordant melody of thousands of voices. “Get off of me, you insolent child!” The venomous plants of The Fae’s dress burst outwards, stinging Thorne, the air clouded with poisonous fragrances. A storm of inky black tentacles burst outwards from a crack in reality, pushing Thorne onto the ground, thousands upon thousands of eyes peering into his soul.
Thorne seems unfazed, staring at her "Child?.. you think me a child?"
"Yes. You are a child, stumbling through the world, toying with powers far beyond your comprehension. You are young. You are small. You. Are. Weak."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*Cut with wendigo* The Fae screams, a discordant melody of thousands of voices. “Get off of me, you insolent child!” The venomous plants of The Fae’s dress burst outwards, stinging Thorne, the air clouded with poisonous fragrances. A storm of inky black tentacles burst outwards from a crack in reality, pushing Thorne onto the ground, thousands upon thousands of eyes peering into his soul.
Thorne seems unfazed, staring at her "Child?.. you think me a child?"
"Yes. You are a child, stumbling through the world, toying with powers far beyond your comprehension. You are young. You are small. You. Are. Weak."
Thorne sighs and extends a hand "Peer into my mind, perhaps I can show you how old I am.."
*Cut with wendigo* The Fae screams, a discordant melody of thousands of voices. “Get off of me, you insolent child!” The venomous plants of The Fae’s dress burst outwards, stinging Thorne, the air clouded with poisonous fragrances. A storm of inky black tentacles burst outwards from a crack in reality, pushing Thorne onto the ground, thousands upon thousands of eyes peering into his soul.
Thorne seems unfazed, staring at her "Child?.. you think me a child?"
"Yes. You are a child, stumbling through the world, toying with powers far beyond your comprehension. You are young. You are small. You. Are. Weak."
Thorne sighs and extends a hand "Peer into my mind, perhaps I can show you how old I am.."
Wordlessly, the Fae grasps Thorne's hand.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*Cut with wendigo* The Fae screams, a discordant melody of thousands of voices. “Get off of me, you insolent child!” The venomous plants of The Fae’s dress burst outwards, stinging Thorne, the air clouded with poisonous fragrances. A storm of inky black tentacles burst outwards from a crack in reality, pushing Thorne onto the ground, thousands upon thousands of eyes peering into his soul.
Thorne seems unfazed, staring at her "Child?.. you think me a child?"
"Yes. You are a child, stumbling through the world, toying with powers far beyond your comprehension. You are young. You are small. You. Are. Weak."
Thorne sighs and extends a hand "Peer into my mind, perhaps I can show you how old I am.."
Wordlessly, the Fae grasps Thorne's hand.
Stars exploding into galaxies, one angelic man with the head of a dog watching them form inot new worlds. Galaxies, black holes, the very center of the universe all being made before time itself existed. The slow decay of this angelic man, turning him into something horrid. A mindless beast that hunger for flesh that has decayed and grown old
the upper torso of the raven Man is flying down the street, another raven leading a toddler. they're looking for Thorne
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
*Cut with wendigo* The Fae screams, a discordant melody of thousands of voices. “Get off of me, you insolent child!” The venomous plants of The Fae’s dress burst outwards, stinging Thorne, the air clouded with poisonous fragrances. A storm of inky black tentacles burst outwards from a crack in reality, pushing Thorne onto the ground, thousands upon thousands of eyes peering into his soul.
Thorne seems unfazed, staring at her "Child?.. you think me a child?"
"Yes. You are a child, stumbling through the world, toying with powers far beyond your comprehension. You are young. You are small. You. Are. Weak."
Thorne sighs and extends a hand "Peer into my mind, perhaps I can show you how old I am.."
Wordlessly, the Fae grasps Thorne's hand.
Stars exploding into galaxies, one angelic man with the head of a dog watching them form inot new worlds. Galaxies, black holes, the very center of the universe all being made before time itself existed. The slow decay of this angelic man, turning him into something horrid. A mindless beast that hunger for flesh that has decayed and grown old
"... Interesting. It is rare to encounter one as old as myself... And yet, with all that age, you are still so childish. Naive. Foolish. You think yourself superior to me. You acted almost... parental. Like I said, naive and foolish. Now, pardon me, but I am afraid I left my potentially world ending collecting machine on. I must turn it off before it realizes that it can store more than just physical things within it's walls. So, unless you want the concept of existence itself to be under it's control, please excuse my sudden departure, child."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*hm gotta make a char...*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*jus waitin for wwendo*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Sundew talks louder this time, making sure the surrounding people can hear. "Let's go outside. If I sit here any longer, I'm gonna have to buy something!"
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!)
"Perhaps inside would be better?" She half-whispers
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"If you say so."
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!)
*ya…*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
She gives a furtive nod and walks into the Rose, expecting you to follow.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A catlike male puca in red robes is browsing in the Market Walk, mainly looking at crystals, it seems, tail swishing occasionally as he looks around.
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
Sundew follows.
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'm back!*
Thorne is sipping tea outside a cafe, reading a book on transition in soft metal. He wears a simple suit, made of grey and red soft fabric. He still wears his veil, covering his skull head from view.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
Thorne seems unfazed, staring at her "Child?.. you think me a child?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Yes. You are a child, stumbling through the world, toying with powers far beyond your comprehension. You are young. You are small. You. Are. Weak."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
Thorne sighs and extends a hand "Peer into my mind, perhaps I can show you how old I am.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Wordlessly, the Fae grasps Thorne's hand.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
Stars exploding into galaxies, one angelic man with the head of a dog watching them form inot new worlds. Galaxies, black holes, the very center of the universe all being made before time itself existed. The slow decay of this angelic man, turning him into something horrid. A mindless beast that hunger for flesh that has decayed and grown old
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"... Interesting. It is rare to encounter one as old as myself... And yet, with all that age, you are still so childish. Naive. Foolish. You think yourself superior to me. You acted almost... parental. Like I said, naive and foolish. Now, pardon me, but I am afraid I left my potentially world ending collecting machine on. I must turn it off before it realizes that it can store more than just physical things within it's walls. So, unless you want the concept of existence itself to be under it's control, please excuse my sudden departure, child."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
Thorne is sitting at a cafe, sipping tea while reading
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘