"I sell them, It's my job. I only sell to people I trust or somebody else I know trusts them enough though, they are mainly used for hunting animals...although I know that they could be used to hunt...humans if in the wrong hands"
I cast Mage hand and use it to take out 4 small black spheres with a rough yet shiny surface and put it directly into my hands, "These are basic musket bullets, I'm trying to make a better version so that you don't have to stuff flammable stuff in the gun barrel...that could get dangerous."
Espalar uses Mage hand, and pulls out 2 small darts with a needle tip, fully hollow inside with a clear liquid replacing the empty space left behind, "I call these blow darts, Sleepy time Darts...or just Paralysis Darts. They are mainly used for hunting in conjunction with a type of blow dart gun...It uses a special concoction that induces paralysis inside the dart itself, I tried making it refillable for the average person, but it seems pretty hard to do that."
"...oh. Those look dangerous," Matthias replies, innocently cocking his head. "Give me a few days, and I'll look for you back here. I can tell you then." He seems finished, but, as he stands up to go, he sits back down, asking, "But what are you going to do with them?"
"But...I don't want to hurt people."
"You don't seem the type to do so, I don't think you would even need these because you don't look the type to hunt, am I correct?"
"No...but..." Matthias tries to compose himself, but it's evident he's struggling. "But...alright, I'll look around, and then come find you." Then, checking his watch (a perfect image of the White Rabbit), he stands up. "I have to get going --- I'm going to meet a friend. It was nice meeting you, though!"
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
"I sell them, It's my job. I only sell to people I trust or somebody else I know trusts them enough though, they are mainly used for hunting animals...although I know that they could be used to hunt...humans if in the wrong hands"
I cast Mage hand and use it to take out 4 small black spheres with a rough yet shiny surface and put it directly into my hands, "These are basic musket bullets, I'm trying to make a better version so that you don't have to stuff flammable stuff in the gun barrel...that could get dangerous."
Espalar uses Mage hand, and pulls out 2 small darts with a needle tip, fully hollow inside with a clear liquid replacing the empty space left behind, "I call these blow darts, Sleepy time Darts...or just Paralysis Darts. They are mainly used for hunting in conjunction with a type of blow dart gun...It uses a special concoction that induces paralysis inside the dart itself, I tried making it refillable for the average person, but it seems pretty hard to do that."
"...oh. Those look dangerous," Matthias replies, innocently cocking his head. "Give me a few days, and I'll look for you back here. I can tell you then." He seems finished, but, as he stands up to go, he sits back down, asking, "But what are you going to do with them?"
"But...I don't want to hurt people."
"You don't seem the type to do so, I don't think you would even need these because you don't look the type to hunt, am I correct?"
"No...but..." Matthias tries to compose himself, but it's evident he's struggling. "But...alright, I'll look around, and then come find you." Then, checking his watch (a perfect image of the White Rabbit), he stands up. "I have to get going --- I'm going to meet a friend. It was nice meeting you, though!"
"Ah, before you go. Take this, thanks for the help. Sorry for being a bit rude." And Espaler flicks a silver piece over to Matthias
"I sell them, It's my job. I only sell to people I trust or somebody else I know trusts them enough though, they are mainly used for hunting animals...although I know that they could be used to hunt...humans if in the wrong hands"
I cast Mage hand and use it to take out 4 small black spheres with a rough yet shiny surface and put it directly into my hands, "These are basic musket bullets, I'm trying to make a better version so that you don't have to stuff flammable stuff in the gun barrel...that could get dangerous."
Espalar uses Mage hand, and pulls out 2 small darts with a needle tip, fully hollow inside with a clear liquid replacing the empty space left behind, "I call these blow darts, Sleepy time Darts...or just Paralysis Darts. They are mainly used for hunting in conjunction with a type of blow dart gun...It uses a special concoction that induces paralysis inside the dart itself, I tried making it refillable for the average person, but it seems pretty hard to do that."
"...oh. Those look dangerous," Matthias replies, innocently cocking his head. "Give me a few days, and I'll look for you back here. I can tell you then." He seems finished, but, as he stands up to go, he sits back down, asking, "But what are you going to do with them?"
"But...I don't want to hurt people."
"You don't seem the type to do so, I don't think you would even need these because you don't look the type to hunt, am I correct?"
"No...but..." Matthias tries to compose himself, but it's evident he's struggling. "But...alright, I'll look around, and then come find you." Then, checking his watch (a perfect image of the White Rabbit), he stands up. "I have to get going --- I'm going to meet a friend. It was nice meeting you, though!"
"Ah, before you go. Take this, thanks for the help. Sorry for being a bit rude." And Espaler flicks a silver piece over to Matthias
His face lights up as he contemplates the silver. "Thanks! And no, you're fine!"
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
"I sell them, It's my job. I only sell to people I trust or somebody else I know trusts them enough though, they are mainly used for hunting animals...although I know that they could be used to hunt...humans if in the wrong hands"
I cast Mage hand and use it to take out 4 small black spheres with a rough yet shiny surface and put it directly into my hands, "These are basic musket bullets, I'm trying to make a better version so that you don't have to stuff flammable stuff in the gun barrel...that could get dangerous."
Espalar uses Mage hand, and pulls out 2 small darts with a needle tip, fully hollow inside with a clear liquid replacing the empty space left behind, "I call these blow darts, Sleepy time Darts...or just Paralysis Darts. They are mainly used for hunting in conjunction with a type of blow dart gun...It uses a special concoction that induces paralysis inside the dart itself, I tried making it refillable for the average person, but it seems pretty hard to do that."
"...oh. Those look dangerous," Matthias replies, innocently cocking his head. "Give me a few days, and I'll look for you back here. I can tell you then." He seems finished, but, as he stands up to go, he sits back down, asking, "But what are you going to do with them?"
"But...I don't want to hurt people."
"You don't seem the type to do so, I don't think you would even need these because you don't look the type to hunt, am I correct?"
"No...but..." Matthias tries to compose himself, but it's evident he's struggling. "But...alright, I'll look around, and then come find you." Then, checking his watch (a perfect image of the White Rabbit), he stands up. "I have to get going --- I'm going to meet a friend. It was nice meeting you, though!"
"Ah, before you go. Take this, thanks for the help. Sorry for being a bit rude." And Espaler flicks a silver piece over to Matthias
His face lights up as he contemplates the silver. "Thanks! And no, you're fine!"
"Just an apology and advance payment." He shrugs. "Oh, is there anything interesting 'round here?"
"I sell them, It's my job. I only sell to people I trust or somebody else I know trusts them enough though, they are mainly used for hunting animals...although I know that they could be used to hunt...humans if in the wrong hands"
I cast Mage hand and use it to take out 4 small black spheres with a rough yet shiny surface and put it directly into my hands, "These are basic musket bullets, I'm trying to make a better version so that you don't have to stuff flammable stuff in the gun barrel...that could get dangerous."
Espalar uses Mage hand, and pulls out 2 small darts with a needle tip, fully hollow inside with a clear liquid replacing the empty space left behind, "I call these blow darts, Sleepy time Darts...or just Paralysis Darts. They are mainly used for hunting in conjunction with a type of blow dart gun...It uses a special concoction that induces paralysis inside the dart itself, I tried making it refillable for the average person, but it seems pretty hard to do that."
"...oh. Those look dangerous," Matthias replies, innocently cocking his head. "Give me a few days, and I'll look for you back here. I can tell you then." He seems finished, but, as he stands up to go, he sits back down, asking, "But what are you going to do with them?"
"But...I don't want to hurt people."
"You don't seem the type to do so, I don't think you would even need these because you don't look the type to hunt, am I correct?"
"No...but..." Matthias tries to compose himself, but it's evident he's struggling. "But...alright, I'll look around, and then come find you." Then, checking his watch (a perfect image of the White Rabbit), he stands up. "I have to get going --- I'm going to meet a friend. It was nice meeting you, though!"
"Ah, before you go. Take this, thanks for the help. Sorry for being a bit rude." And Espaler flicks a silver piece over to Matthias
His face lights up as he contemplates the silver. "Thanks! And no, you're fine!"
"Just an apology and advance payment." He shrugs. "Oh, is there anything interesting 'round here?"
"Are you from these parts?"
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
"I sell them, It's my job. I only sell to people I trust or somebody else I know trusts them enough though, they are mainly used for hunting animals...although I know that they could be used to hunt...humans if in the wrong hands"
I cast Mage hand and use it to take out 4 small black spheres with a rough yet shiny surface and put it directly into my hands, "These are basic musket bullets, I'm trying to make a better version so that you don't have to stuff flammable stuff in the gun barrel...that could get dangerous."
Espalar uses Mage hand, and pulls out 2 small darts with a needle tip, fully hollow inside with a clear liquid replacing the empty space left behind, "I call these blow darts, Sleepy time Darts...or just Paralysis Darts. They are mainly used for hunting in conjunction with a type of blow dart gun...It uses a special concoction that induces paralysis inside the dart itself, I tried making it refillable for the average person, but it seems pretty hard to do that."
"...oh. Those look dangerous," Matthias replies, innocently cocking his head. "Give me a few days, and I'll look for you back here. I can tell you then." He seems finished, but, as he stands up to go, he sits back down, asking, "But what are you going to do with them?"
"But...I don't want to hurt people."
"You don't seem the type to do so, I don't think you would even need these because you don't look the type to hunt, am I correct?"
"No...but..." Matthias tries to compose himself, but it's evident he's struggling. "But...alright, I'll look around, and then come find you." Then, checking his watch (a perfect image of the White Rabbit), he stands up. "I have to get going --- I'm going to meet a friend. It was nice meeting you, though!"
"Ah, before you go. Take this, thanks for the help. Sorry for being a bit rude." And Espaler flicks a silver piece over to Matthias
His face lights up as he contemplates the silver. "Thanks! And no, you're fine!"
"Just an apology and advance payment." He shrugs. "Oh, is there anything interesting 'round here?"
"Are you from these parts?"
"Not really, and I'm pretty old...things change fast it seems. *sigh*"
*raaaaaah I know what I said on onions but I can't abandon my baby*
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*raaaaaah I know what I said on onions but I can't abandon my baby*
*yes Salem that’s the spirit*
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
"I sell them, It's my job. I only sell to people I trust or somebody else I know trusts them enough though, they are mainly used for hunting animals...although I know that they could be used to hunt...humans if in the wrong hands"
I cast Mage hand and use it to take out 4 small black spheres with a rough yet shiny surface and put it directly into my hands, "These are basic musket bullets, I'm trying to make a better version so that you don't have to stuff flammable stuff in the gun barrel...that could get dangerous."
Espalar uses Mage hand, and pulls out 2 small darts with a needle tip, fully hollow inside with a clear liquid replacing the empty space left behind, "I call these blow darts, Sleepy time Darts...or just Paralysis Darts. They are mainly used for hunting in conjunction with a type of blow dart gun...It uses a special concoction that induces paralysis inside the dart itself, I tried making it refillable for the average person, but it seems pretty hard to do that."
"...oh. Those look dangerous," Matthias replies, innocently cocking his head. "Give me a few days, and I'll look for you back here. I can tell you then." He seems finished, but, as he stands up to go, he sits back down, asking, "But what are you going to do with them?"
"But...I don't want to hurt people."
"You don't seem the type to do so, I don't think you would even need these because you don't look the type to hunt, am I correct?"
"No...but..." Matthias tries to compose himself, but it's evident he's struggling. "But...alright, I'll look around, and then come find you." Then, checking his watch (a perfect image of the White Rabbit), he stands up. "I have to get going --- I'm going to meet a friend. It was nice meeting you, though!"
"Ah, before you go. Take this, thanks for the help. Sorry for being a bit rude." And Espaler flicks a silver piece over to Matthias
His face lights up as he contemplates the silver. "Thanks! And no, you're fine!"
"Just an apology and advance payment." He shrugs. "Oh, is there anything interesting 'round here?"
"Are you from these parts?"
"Not really, and I'm pretty old...things change fast it seems. *sigh*"
“Well, I’d give you my opinion…to go explore Autumn and Winter…but honestly, the best way for newcomers to experience the city is by exploring it themselves. I don’t want to give you a biased opinion.”
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
*I just have to continue the Fyre -- Neeko thing. This'll be hilarious.*
As Neeko strolls, she spots a flash of red-and-white fur behind her. Whirling around, Fyre stands there, hands outstretched in a sheepish gesture. "Well, hello there, Neeko!" he says. "Lucky chance, meeting you again!"
Neeko smiles. "Hi! How very suspicious of you to randomly appear behind Neeko while she's alone on a walk!"
"I was taking a walk of my own, young one, and I just happened to spot you from across the park! I just had to say hello!" He straightens himself out, brushing fur and dust off of his clothes, and then walks on up. "Well, how's the job been going lately?"
"Neeko grew some new flowers today. Then they exploded. It was colourful." Neeko says, smiling to herself.
"They exploded? What kind of flowers might these be?"
"Pop-blossoms! That's what Neeko named them." Neeko seems quite proud of herself.
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
I am the favorite idiot of the fox
I'm active most days, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
*I just have to continue the Fyre -- Neeko thing. This'll be hilarious.*
As Neeko strolls, she spots a flash of red-and-white fur behind her. Whirling around, Fyre stands there, hands outstretched in a sheepish gesture. "Well, hello there, Neeko!" he says. "Lucky chance, meeting you again!"
Neeko smiles. "Hi! How very suspicious of you to randomly appear behind Neeko while she's alone on a walk!"
"I was taking a walk of my own, young one, and I just happened to spot you from across the park! I just had to say hello!" He straightens himself out, brushing fur and dust off of his clothes, and then walks on up. "Well, how's the job been going lately?"
"Neeko grew some new flowers today. Then they exploded. It was colourful." Neeko says, smiling to herself.
"They exploded? What kind of flowers might these be?"
"Pop-blossoms! That's what Neeko named them." Neeko seems quite proud of herself.
“Ha! I’d love to see some of those someday…”
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
The season of autumn has come and gone, and with the changing of the seasons comes the changing of the guard.
Before the Temporal Ceremony, there was a glorious feast held in the Autumn Palace, all four Minks in attendance. All citizens of Aspen were invited, the dining hall a wonderous, mirthful place-- Which happens only on the Autumn Solstice Feast
After each attendee ate their fill, the Temporal Ceremony began, a simple ritual
Yuki and Omi stood before the creatures attending the feast in elegant clothing. Omi, at the time, was the keeper of the Flame, which burned a bright orange.
He passed the torch over to Yuki, who took it gingerly in her paws. The flames sputtered and began to burn a cool, icey blue.
This was the beginning of winter, and all those who follow the Minks were temporary blind. Their eyes turned from an orange to the icey blue of the Flame
The palace groaned... Everything but one seemed to be right. Nobody questioned the disturbance. But something was released.
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The season of autumn has come and gone, and with the changing of the seasons comes the changing of the guard.
Before the Temporal Ceremony, there was a glorious feast held in the Autumn Palace, all four Minks in attendance. All citizens of Aspen were invited, the dining hall a wonderous, mirthful place-- Which happens only on the Autumn Solstice Feast
After each attendee ate their fill, the Temporal Ceremony began, a simple ritual
Yuki and Omi stood before the creatures attending the feast in elegant clothing. Omi, at the time, was the keeper of the Flame, which burned a bright orange.
He passed the torch over to Yuki, who took it gingerly in her paws. The flames sputtered and began to burn a cool, icey blue.
This was the beginning of winter, and all those who follow the Minks were temporary blind. Their eyes turned from an orange to the icey blue of the Flame
The palace groaned... Everything but one seemed to be right. Nobody questioned the disturbance. But something was released.
*Ooooh...WAIT SALEM HI*
"What...what was that?" Matthias asks, stammering nervously. "D-did you feel that?"
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
The season of autumn has come and gone, and with the changing of the seasons comes the changing of the guard.
Before the Temporal Ceremony, there was a glorious feast held in the Autumn Palace, all four Minks in attendance. All citizens of Aspen were invited, the dining hall a wondrous, mirthful place-- which happens only on the Autumn Solstice Feast.
After each attendee ate their fill, the Temporal Ceremony began, a simple ritual.
Yuki and Omi stood before the creatures attending the feast in elegant clothing. Omi, at the time, was the keeper of the Flame, which burned a bright orange.
He passed the torch over to Yuki, who took it gingerly in her paws. The flames sputtered and began to burn a cool, icy blue.
This was the beginning of winter, and all those who follow the Minks were temporary blind. Their eyes turned from an orange to the icy blue of the Flame.
The palace groaned... Everything but one seemed to be right. Nobody questioned the disturbance. But something was released.
Ryze floats above the assembled. He silently works his magic, attempting to find the disturbance.
Nobody notices a white light, out of place, sneak its way from Erlok's lantern and into the Flame.
Neeko is here and looks like she doesn't want to be.
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
I am the favorite idiot of the fox
I'm active most days, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
The season of autumn has come and gone, and with the changing of the seasons comes the changing of the guard.
Before the Temporal Ceremony, there was a glorious feast held in the Autumn Palace, all four Minks in attendance. All citizens of Aspen were invited, the dining hall a wondrous, mirthful place-- which happens only on the Autumn Solstice Feast.
After each attendee ate their fill, the Temporal Ceremony began, a simple ritual.
Yuki and Omi stood before the creatures attending the feast in elegant clothing. Omi, at the time, was the keeper of the Flame, which burned a bright orange.
He passed the torch over to Yuki, who took it gingerly in her paws. The flames sputtered and began to burn a cool, icy blue.
This was the beginning of winter, and all those who follow the Minks were temporary blind. Their eyes turned from an orange to the icy blue of the Flame.
The palace groaned... Everything but one seemed to be right. Nobody questioned the disturbance. But something was released.
Ryze floats above the assembled. He silently works his magic, attempting to find the disturbance.
Nobody notices a white light, out of place, sneak its way from Erlok's lantern and into the Flame.
Neeko is here and looks like she doesn't want to be.
No one...except for one wily fox. As Neeko walks out, she hears a voice from behind her. "Ah, Neeko! I'd been hoping to see you here." Fyrè approaches, smiling broadly and dressed in a shiny yellow dapper suit. "How are you?"
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
The season of autumn has come and gone, and with the changing of the seasons comes the changing of the guard.
Before the Temporal Ceremony, there was a glorious feast held in the Autumn Palace, all four Minks in attendance. All citizens of Aspen were invited, the dining hall a wondrous, mirthful place-- which happens only on the Autumn Solstice Feast.
After each attendee ate their fill, the Temporal Ceremony began, a simple ritual.
Yuki and Omi stood before the creatures attending the feast in elegant clothing. Omi, at the time, was the keeper of the Flame, which burned a bright orange.
He passed the torch over to Yuki, who took it gingerly in her paws. The flames sputtered and began to burn a cool, icy blue.
This was the beginning of winter, and all those who follow the Minks were temporary blind. Their eyes turned from an orange to the icy blue of the Flame.
The palace groaned... Everything but one seemed to be right. Nobody questioned the disturbance. But something was released.
Ryze floats above the assembled. He silently works his magic, attempting to find the disturbance.
Nobody notices a white light, out of place, sneak its way from Erlok's lantern and into the Flame.
Neeko is here and looks like she doesn't want to be.
No one...except for one wily fox. As Neeko walks out, she hears a voice from behind her. "Ah, Neeko! I'd been hoping to see you here." Fyrè approaches, smiling broadly and dressed in a shiny yellow dapper suit. "How are you?"
"Neeko is cold." Neeko replies, shivering to make her point.
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
I am the favorite idiot of the fox
I'm active most days, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
The season of autumn has come and gone, and with the changing of the seasons comes the changing of the guard.
Before the Temporal Ceremony, there was a glorious feast held in the Autumn Palace, all four Minks in attendance. All citizens of Aspen were invited, the dining hall a wondrous, mirthful place-- which happens only on the Autumn Solstice Feast.
After each attendee ate their fill, the Temporal Ceremony began, a simple ritual.
Yuki and Omi stood before the creatures attending the feast in elegant clothing. Omi, at the time, was the keeper of the Flame, which burned a bright orange.
He passed the torch over to Yuki, who took it gingerly in her paws. The flames sputtered and began to burn a cool, icy blue.
This was the beginning of winter, and all those who follow the Minks were temporary blind. Their eyes turned from an orange to the icy blue of the Flame.
The palace groaned... Everything but one seemed to be right. Nobody questioned the disturbance. But something was released.
Ryze floats above the assembled. He silently works his magic, attempting to find the disturbance.
Nobody notices a white light, out of place, sneak its way from Erlok's lantern and into the Flame.
Neeko is here and looks like she doesn't want to be.
No one...except for one wily fox. As Neeko walks out, she hears a voice from behind her. "Ah, Neeko! I'd been hoping to see you here." Fyrè approaches, smiling broadly and dressed in a shiny yellow dapper suit. "How are you?"
"Neeko is cold." Neeko replies, shivering to make her point.
"Would you like my coat?" Fyrè asks, holding out the yellow...thing.
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky. extended sig
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"No...but..." Matthias tries to compose himself, but it's evident he's struggling. "But...alright, I'll look around, and then come find you." Then, checking his watch (a perfect image of the White Rabbit), he stands up. "I have to get going --- I'm going to meet a friend. It was nice meeting you, though!"
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
"Ah, before you go. Take this, thanks for the help. Sorry for being a bit rude." And Espaler flicks a silver piece over to Matthias
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
His face lights up as he contemplates the silver. "Thanks! And no, you're fine!"
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
"Just an apology and advance payment." He shrugs.
"Oh, is there anything interesting 'round here?"
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
"Are you from these parts?"
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
"Not really, and I'm pretty old...things change fast it seems. *sigh*"
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
*raaaaaah I know what I said on onions but I can't abandon my baby*
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*yes Salem that’s the spirit*
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig
*SALEM*
*WHERE HAVE YOU BEEEEEEEEEN*
*I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN AGES*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
I am the favorite idiot of the fox
I'm active most days, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
“Well, I’d give you my opinion…to go explore Autumn and Winter…but honestly, the best way for newcomers to experience the city is by exploring it themselves. I don’t want to give you a biased opinion.”
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
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"Pop-blossoms! That's what Neeko named them." Neeko seems quite proud of herself.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
I am the favorite idiot of the fox
I'm active most days, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
“Ha! I’d love to see some of those someday…”
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
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*THE THREAD WILL NOT DIE*
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
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The season of autumn has come and gone, and with the changing of the seasons comes the changing of the guard.
Before the Temporal Ceremony, there was a glorious feast held in the Autumn Palace, all four Minks in attendance.
All citizens of Aspen were invited, the dining hall a wonderous, mirthful place-- Which happens only on the Autumn Solstice Feast
After each attendee ate their fill, the Temporal Ceremony began, a simple ritual
Yuki and Omi stood before the creatures attending the feast in elegant clothing. Omi, at the time, was the keeper of the Flame, which burned a bright orange.
He passed the torch over to Yuki, who took it gingerly in her paws. The flames sputtered and began to burn a cool, icey blue.
This was the beginning of winter, and all those who follow the Minks were temporary blind. Their eyes turned from an orange to the icey blue of the Flame
The palace groaned... Everything but one seemed to be right. Nobody questioned the disturbance.
But something was released.
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*Ooooh...WAIT SALEM HI*
"What...what was that?" Matthias asks, stammering nervously. "D-did you feel that?"
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
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I try exploring the area around the cafe
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
Ryze floats above the assembled. He silently works his magic, attempting to find the disturbance.
Nobody notices a white light, out of place, sneak its way from Erlok's lantern and into the Flame.
Neeko is here and looks like she doesn't want to be.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
I am the favorite idiot of the fox
I'm active most days, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
No one...except for one wily fox. As Neeko walks out, she hears a voice from behind her. "Ah, Neeko! I'd been hoping to see you here." Fyrè approaches, smiling broadly and dressed in a shiny yellow dapper suit. "How are you?"
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
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"Neeko is cold." Neeko replies, shivering to make her point.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
I am the favorite idiot of the fox
I'm active most days, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"Would you like my coat?" Fyrè asks, holding out the yellow...thing.
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
extended sig