Striding through the streets of Autumn is a young tigerfolk, wearing a black cloak and a mask with a skull on it. He smells of decay and fire, of autumn, and his eyes shine with the white glow of death.
The wind seems to follow him, bringing leaves, smells, and a bit of trickery. He trips up now and then, either on his cloak or his tail, or just nothing at all
*Is he a mink follower?*
*nope.*
The tiger carries a staff with a small mouse skull on it, the staff seems to be made of a strange black metal.
"Halt. State your business." A firm paw stops him from walking forward, pushing on his chest. The owner of the paw is Omi, eyes narrowed as he peers into the tiger's mask
The mask is made of a white metal, with a few cracks and dents in it. The tail of the tiger dances through the air and the cloak flutters in the wind. The eyes reflect moonshine and firelight, and the expression the tiger wears is... strange. "Is a fellow not allowed to take a walk?" He asks. His voice is soft, deep, calm. He seems bored, maybe even sleepy.
"Forgive me. I am leery of cloak-ed beings in my domain. Off with the mask at least, lest I be unable to identify you in case of crime."
"Hmmmmmmm... disrespectful. I wear the mask to protect myself from the eyes of the above."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Lyriél would have missed the arrival of anyone else, but Omi's attention is too much to avoid. He quickly shuts his book, a small cloud of dust wreathing where it had been, and stands himself up on his four legs, approaching Omi's side. "How do you do, o Great One?" he asks, hoping that a bit of flattery could open up some new prospects for him -- or perhaps, the same with a few books.
He looks down, slightly confused, all curious. "One that chooses to stand on all four of his paws. Interesting"
Omi sits down, crossing his legs and adjusting his kimono, gete clicking on the floor. "One with good intentions does not usually arrive in the dead hours, but that's just from my experience..."
"I have only good intentions," Lyriél replies. "Just reading a book in the early morning -- nothing short of perfect."
"Cute how you think you can lie to me."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
Striding through the streets of Autumn is a young tigerfolk, wearing a black cloak and a mask with a skull on it. He smells of decay and fire, of autumn, and his eyes shine with the white glow of death.
The wind seems to follow him, bringing leaves, smells, and a bit of trickery. He trips up now and then, either on his cloak or his tail, or just nothing at all
*Is he a mink follower?*
*nope.*
The tiger carries a staff with a small mouse skull on it, the staff seems to be made of a strange black metal.
"Halt. State your business." A firm paw stops him from walking forward, pushing on his chest. The owner of the paw is Omi, eyes narrowed as he peers into the tiger's mask
The mask is made of a white metal, with a few cracks and dents in it. The tail of the tiger dances through the air and the cloak flutters in the wind. The eyes reflect moonshine and firelight, and the expression the tiger wears is... strange. "Is a fellow not allowed to take a walk?" He asks. His voice is soft, deep, calm. He seems bored, maybe even sleepy.
"Forgive me. I am leery of cloak-ed beings in my domain. Off with the mask at least, lest I be unable to identify you in case of crime."
"Hmmmmmmm... disrespectful. I wear the mask to protect myself from the eyes of the above."
"my eyes are the eyes above when you dwell in my realm:
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
Striding through the streets of Autumn is a young tigerfolk, wearing a black cloak and a mask with a skull on it. He smells of decay and fire, of autumn, and his eyes shine with the white glow of death.
The wind seems to follow him, bringing leaves, smells, and a bit of trickery. He trips up now and then, either on his cloak or his tail, or just nothing at all
*Is he a mink follower?*
*nope.*
The tiger carries a staff with a small mouse skull on it, the staff seems to be made of a strange black metal.
"Halt. State your business." A firm paw stops him from walking forward, pushing on his chest. The owner of the paw is Omi, eyes narrowed as he peers into the tiger's mask
The mask is made of a white metal, with a few cracks and dents in it. The tail of the tiger dances through the air and the cloak flutters in the wind. The eyes reflect moonshine and firelight, and the expression the tiger wears is... strange. "Is a fellow not allowed to take a walk?" He asks. His voice is soft, deep, calm. He seems bored, maybe even sleepy.
"Forgive me. I am leery of cloak-ed beings in my domain. Off with the mask at least, lest I be unable to identify you in case of crime."
"Hmmmmmmm... disrespectful. I wear the mask to protect myself from the eyes of the above."
"my eyes are the eyes above when you dwell in my realm:
"You are not the only god in these realms. There is always something greater than you, something that sees further than you. It is quite rude what you ask of me, and it is quite rude to put your paws on me, so I would like an apology."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*I don't really have a favourite, I just like when it rains or when it's windy, which is ina couple different seasons, but I also like it when it's cold.*
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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.
"You are not the only god in these realms. There is always something greater than you, something that sees further than you. It is quite rude what you ask of me, and it is quite rude to put your paws on me, so I would like an apology."
"I don't really agree with you, but I am supposed to not let anger dwell in anyone's heart. I apologize for my brash introduction to you, but I still must request you make yourself more identifiable. My name is Omi, and welcome to Aspen."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
*I don't really have a favourite, I just like when it rains or when it's windy, which is ina couple different seasons, but I also like it when it's cold.*
*yay, new person. Hi, Gonz!*
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
"You are not the only god in these realms. There is always something greater than you, something that sees further than you. It is quite rude what you ask of me, and it is quite rude to put your paws on me, so I would like an apology."
"I don't really agree with you, but I am supposed to not let anger dwell in anyone's heart. I apologize for my brash introduction to you, but I still must request you make yourself more identifiable. My name is Omi, and welcome to Aspen."
"I am Ajal." He says, sighing and removing his mask to reveal a scarred face. "I wear this mask to hide myself, but not only that, to not disturb."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
"I am Ajal." He says, sighing and removing his mask to reveal a scarred face. "I wear this mask to hide myself, but not only that, to not disturb."
"You will be of no oddity here, my friend. This place is an escape from pain." he mutters something under his breath before sighing. "I must apologize again, for I must go. It is my working season, after all. Shall I send somebody to show you around, or would you like to explore yourself?"
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
"I am Ajal." He says, sighing and removing his mask to reveal a scarred face. "I wear this mask to hide myself, but not only that, to not disturb."
"You will be of no oddity here, my friend. This place is an escape from pain." he mutters something under his breath before sighing. "I must apologize again, for I must go. It is my working season, after all. Shall I send somebody to show you around, or would you like to explore yourself?"
"I can explore on my own." He says, putting his mask back on and nodding politely.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*I don't really have a favourite, I just like when it rains or when it's windy, which is ina couple different seasons, but I also like it when it's cold.*
*yay, new person. Hi, Gonz!*
*Hiii*
*Uhhh*
*What's the character creation like*
*Is it just anything, or are there specific themes*
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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.
"I am Ajal." He says, sighing and removing his mask to reveal a scarred face. "I wear this mask to hide myself, but not only that, to not disturb."
"You will be of no oddity here, my friend. This place is an escape from pain." he mutters something under his breath before sighing. "I must apologize again, for I must go. It is my working season, after all. Shall I send somebody to show you around, or would you like to explore yourself?"
"I can explore on my own." He says, putting his mask back on and nodding politely.
Omi disappears in a flutter of leaves, carried away by the wind. So is Ajal's mask, which appears on their belt.
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
"I am Ajal." He says, sighing and removing his mask to reveal a scarred face. "I wear this mask to hide myself, but not only that, to not disturb."
"You will be of no oddity here, my friend. This place is an escape from pain." he mutters something under his breath before sighing. "I must apologize again, for I must go. It is my working season, after all. Shall I send somebody to show you around, or would you like to explore yourself?"
"I can explore on my own." He says, putting his mask back on and nodding politely.
Omi disappears in a flutter of leaves, carried away by the wind. So is Ajal's mask, which appears on their belt.
Ajal mutters something under his breath, that sounds like, "godly vermin. No respect for privacy." He then pulls his hood over his face and stalks off, heading out of Autumn.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Lyriél would have missed the arrival of anyone else, but Omi's attention is too much to avoid. He quickly shuts his book, a small cloud of dust wreathing where it had been, and stands himself up on his four legs, approaching Omi's side. "How do you do, o Great One?" he asks, hoping that a bit of flattery could open up some new prospects for him -- or perhaps, the same with a few books.
He looks down, slightly confused, all curious. "One that chooses to stand on all four of his paws. Interesting"
Omi sits down, crossing his legs and adjusting his kimono, gete clicking on the floor. "One with good intentions does not usually arrive in the dead hours, but that's just from my experience..."
"I have only good intentions," Lyriél replies. "Just reading a book in the early morning -- nothing short of perfect."
"Cute how you think you can lie to me."
"I'm not lying! Definitely not!" Lyré replies -- but a sheepish grin grows across his face, because of course he's lying. He snatches up the book -- opening it up to show to Omi. "I guess I can't hide anything from you." Sewer plans are outlined in detail throughout the tome -- sewers that conveniently go under certain houses. "But what are you doing here?" he asks, hoping to dodge anything thrown at him.
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night. DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask) No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words. Extended sig here, check it out!
Lyriél would have missed the arrival of anyone else, but Omi's attention is too much to avoid. He quickly shuts his book, a small cloud of dust wreathing where it had been, and stands himself up on his four legs, approaching Omi's side. "How do you do, o Great One?" he asks, hoping that a bit of flattery could open up some new prospects for him -- or perhaps, the same with a few books.
He looks down, slightly confused, all curious. "One that chooses to stand on all four of his paws. Interesting"
Omi sits down, crossing his legs and adjusting his kimono, gete clicking on the floor. "One with good intentions does not usually arrive in the dead hours, but that's just from my experience..."
"I have only good intentions," Lyriél replies. "Just reading a book in the early morning -- nothing short of perfect."
"Cute how you think you can lie to me."
"I'm not lying! Definitely not!" Lyré replies -- but a sheepish grin grows across his face, because of course he's lying. He snatches up the book -- opening it up to show to Omi. "I guess I can't hide anything from you." Sewer plans are outlined in detail throughout the tome -- sewers that conveniently go under certain houses. "But what are you doing here?" he asks, hoping to dodge anything thrown at him.
The book explodes into a flutter of leaves, reforming in Omi's paws. "You are in my realm, little fox. I would hope that some one as...clever as you-" he thumbs through the book before pocketing it. "Would be able to hazard that guess.There shall be no thievery my domain, nor my siblings'. Can we agree on that notion, little thief?"
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
Lyriél would have missed the arrival of anyone else, but Omi's attention is too much to avoid. He quickly shuts his book, a small cloud of dust wreathing where it had been, and stands himself up on his four legs, approaching Omi's side. "How do you do, o Great One?" he asks, hoping that a bit of flattery could open up some new prospects for him -- or perhaps, the same with a few books.
He looks down, slightly confused, all curious. "One that chooses to stand on all four of his paws. Interesting"
Omi sits down, crossing his legs and adjusting his kimono, gete clicking on the floor. "One with good intentions does not usually arrive in the dead hours, but that's just from my experience..."
"I have only good intentions," Lyriél replies. "Just reading a book in the early morning -- nothing short of perfect."
"Cute how you think you can lie to me."
"I'm not lying! Definitely not!" Lyré replies -- but a sheepish grin grows across his face, because of course he's lying. He snatches up the book -- opening it up to show to Omi. "I guess I can't hide anything from you." Sewer plans are outlined in detail throughout the tome -- sewers that conveniently go under certain houses. "But what are you doing here?" he asks, hoping to dodge anything thrown at him.
The book explodes into a flutter of leaves, reforming in Omi's paws. "You are in my realm, little fox. I would hope that some one as...clever as you-" he thumbs through the book before pocketing it. "Would be able to hazard that guess.There shall be no thievery my domain, nor my siblings'. Can we agree on that notion, little thief?"
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night. DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask) No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words. Extended sig here, check it out!
Lyriél would have missed the arrival of anyone else, but Omi's attention is too much to avoid. He quickly shuts his book, a small cloud of dust wreathing where it had been, and stands himself up on his four legs, approaching Omi's side. "How do you do, o Great One?" he asks, hoping that a bit of flattery could open up some new prospects for him -- or perhaps, the same with a few books.
He looks down, slightly confused, all curious. "One that chooses to stand on all four of his paws. Interesting"
Omi sits down, crossing his legs and adjusting his kimono, gete clicking on the floor. "One with good intentions does not usually arrive in the dead hours, but that's just from my experience..."
"I have only good intentions," Lyriél replies. "Just reading a book in the early morning -- nothing short of perfect."
"Cute how you think you can lie to me."
"I'm not lying! Definitely not!" Lyré replies -- but a sheepish grin grows across his face, because of course he's lying. He snatches up the book -- opening it up to show to Omi. "I guess I can't hide anything from you." Sewer plans are outlined in detail throughout the tome -- sewers that conveniently go under certain houses. "But what are you doing here?" he asks, hoping to dodge anything thrown at him.
The book explodes into a flutter of leaves, reforming in Omi's paws. "You are in my realm, little fox. I would hope that some one as...clever as you-" he thumbs through the book before pocketing it. "Would be able to hazard that guess.There shall be no thievery my domain, nor my siblings'. Can we agree on that notion, little thief?"
"Yes, Elder. I understand."
"That's a good lad. Would you like to join me for tea?"
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
Lyriél would have missed the arrival of anyone else, but Omi's attention is too much to avoid. He quickly shuts his book, a small cloud of dust wreathing where it had been, and stands himself up on his four legs, approaching Omi's side. "How do you do, o Great One?" he asks, hoping that a bit of flattery could open up some new prospects for him -- or perhaps, the same with a few books.
He looks down, slightly confused, all curious. "One that chooses to stand on all four of his paws. Interesting"
Omi sits down, crossing his legs and adjusting his kimono, gete clicking on the floor. "One with good intentions does not usually arrive in the dead hours, but that's just from my experience..."
"I have only good intentions," Lyriél replies. "Just reading a book in the early morning -- nothing short of perfect."
"Cute how you think you can lie to me."
"I'm not lying! Definitely not!" Lyré replies -- but a sheepish grin grows across his face, because of course he's lying. He snatches up the book -- opening it up to show to Omi. "I guess I can't hide anything from you." Sewer plans are outlined in detail throughout the tome -- sewers that conveniently go under certain houses. "But what are you doing here?" he asks, hoping to dodge anything thrown at him.
The book explodes into a flutter of leaves, reforming in Omi's paws. "You are in my realm, little fox. I would hope that some one as...clever as you-" he thumbs through the book before pocketing it. "Would be able to hazard that guess.There shall be no thievery my domain, nor my siblings'. Can we agree on that notion, little thief?"
"Yes, Elder. I understand."
"That's a good lad. Would you like to join me for tea?"
"Definitely!" Lyré's ears perk back up again, and he picks up his little box and follows Omi.
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Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night. DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask) No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words. Extended sig here, check it out!
"That's a good lad. Would you like to join me for tea?"
"Definitely!" Lyré's ears perk back up again, and he picks up his little box and follows Omi.
Following becomes unnecessary, as Lyre and Omi are taken by the wind to a large, dimly lit lounge which is being warmed by a fire. Leaves are at both of the foxes' feet
"Right, little fox, here we are. Sit, join me." Omi takes a seat, cracking his neck
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
"That's a good lad. Would you like to join me for tea?"
"Definitely!" Lyré's ears perk back up again, and he picks up his little box and follows Omi.
Following becomes unnecessary, as Lyre and Omi are taken by the wind to a large, dimly lit lounge which is being warmed by a fire. Leaves are at both of the foxes' feet
"Right, little fox, here we are. Sit, join me." Omi takes a seat, cracking his neck
"Thank you, Omi," Lyré replies, taking a seat. "I can't remember the last time I had a good tea. This is what you get to do every day?"
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Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night. DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask) No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words. Extended sig here, check it out!
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"Hmmmmmmm... disrespectful. I wear the mask to protect myself from the eyes of the above."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"Cute how you think you can lie to me."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
"my eyes are the eyes above when you dwell in my realm:
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
"You are not the only god in these realms. There is always something greater than you, something that sees further than you. It is quite rude what you ask of me, and it is quite rude to put your paws on me, so I would like an apology."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
*Oooh*
*I don't really have a favourite, I just like when it rains or when it's windy, which is ina couple different seasons, but I also like it when it's cold.*
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.
"I don't really agree with you, but I am supposed to not let anger dwell in anyone's heart. I apologize for my brash introduction to you, but I still must request you make yourself more identifiable. My name is Omi, and welcome to Aspen."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
*yay, new person. Hi, Gonz!*
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
"I am Ajal." He says, sighing and removing his mask to reveal a scarred face. "I wear this mask to hide myself, but not only that, to not disturb."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"You will be of no oddity here, my friend. This place is an escape from pain." he mutters something under his breath before sighing. "I must apologize again, for I must go. It is my working season, after all. Shall I send somebody to show you around, or would you like to explore yourself?"
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
"I can explore on my own." He says, putting his mask back on and nodding politely.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
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*Hiii*
*Uhhh*
*What's the character creation like*
*Is it just anything, or are there specific themes*
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.
Omi disappears in a flutter of leaves, carried away by the wind. So is Ajal's mask, which appears on their belt.
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
Ajal mutters something under his breath, that sounds like, "godly vermin. No respect for privacy." He then pulls his hood over his face and stalks off, heading out of Autumn.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
"I'm not lying! Definitely not!" Lyré replies -- but a sheepish grin grows across his face, because of course he's lying. He snatches up the book -- opening it up to show to Omi. "I guess I can't hide anything from you." Sewer plans are outlined in detail throughout the tome -- sewers that conveniently go under certain houses. "But what are you doing here?" he asks, hoping to dodge anything thrown at him.
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words.
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The book explodes into a flutter of leaves, reforming in Omi's paws. "You are in my realm, little fox. I would hope that some one as...clever as you-" he thumbs through the book before pocketing it. "Would be able to hazard that guess.There shall be no thievery my domain, nor my siblings'. Can we agree on that notion, little thief?"
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
"Yes, Elder. I understand."
*he 100% does not*
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words.
Extended sig here, check it out!
"That's a good lad. Would you like to join me for tea?"
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
"Definitely!" Lyré's ears perk back up again, and he picks up his little box and follows Omi.
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words.
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Following becomes unnecessary, as Lyre and Omi are taken by the wind to a large, dimly lit lounge which is being warmed by a fire. Leaves are at both of the foxes' feet
"Right, little fox, here we are. Sit, join me." Omi takes a seat, cracking his neck
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, nobinary, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox
"Thank you, Omi," Lyré replies, taking a seat. "I can't remember the last time I had a good tea. This is what you get to do every day?"
Depressed teenager, nonchalant, really likes to write. Rather strange, Thrushcross Grange ‘twixt stars as dawn now turns to night.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew
Flying Pig Cultist of the Cult of Flying Pigs (don't ask)
No matter who you are, you’re great. Don’t let anyone ever get you down. PM me if you want to talk, rant, and/or learn too much about words.
Extended sig here, check it out!