Time is... linear. Every event has a place, every tale a setting. But, the experience of it is not. Years pass in months, minutes pass in hours. Moments within moments within lives within stories. all seen in life happens, not in a string, but not at once. Time is linear, yes, but so is yarn. Yarn is made and knitted. Crotcheted and cut. Burned and unraveled. Reality, our experience of it, is a quilt, formed from the yarn of time.
Danadas stands upon a patch of flowers. Or, are they flowers? The vibrant petals flutter like wings as they take off, surrounding the eight-limbed god. Two insect legs upon they stand, four insect arms they stretch, and two butterflied wings covered in blinking eyes that see old and new yarn. He lifts a thin and clawed finger as one of his followers, a flowering Butterfly, lends on it. They may look small upon there, but their mind is vast. Danadas looks about the world he finds himself, his eyes, covered by the untamed hair of nature, observing nigh all.
*Whoa*
A small cat walks towards them
Danadas tilts their head, the pupils upon their wings shifting as well. "A feline. small at that. Hello." The butterfly rises from my finger to rest upon my head.
"Physical forms can lie, you know that
"I do. I simply am making an observation." He bends his legs, putting his lower arms on his knees, to be more on an even eye level [imagine shakra's leaning pose]. "You are the first creature I met that did not manifest me. I am naturally curious."
"Simply wonderful! I would be the cat god Gato"
"Wonderful to meet, learn, and know you Gato. I am Danadas, the Winged Fate. The title was given by my manifest." His wings look up at the butterfly in his hair.
"Lovely! Have you made anything yet?"
"No. I should change that." He rises from his position and looks upon the empty fields before him. "Perhaps a change in scenery." Parts of the ground sink as water rises, creating uneven rows of rivers that never meet the sea, but always each other. Along their bends and shores, flowers bloom, exotic in form and colors. From them rise more of my manifests, their butterfly wings catching the lights in a beautiful and timely display. 21 "What do you think, my friend?"
"Beautiful"
"Thank you." The insect upon his head takes flight once more, joining their new brethren. "I do hope to make a home here. What I see here and there, I wish to... experience, as much as a deity can."
"Lovely! So that is your quest, oh, how I envy you"
"In truth, I have no quest. I know what may happen tomorrow. I know what may happen in years to come. I simply wish to exist, like the ticking of a clock, the light of the stars. To know what outcome will truly occur." He looks up at the sky, his hair parting around his 'eyes', revealing none to truly be there. "What of you, feline deity Gato? What is your quest? Your mark upon this world?"
"Ah, you understand my pain"
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
A long, thick shape with several heads flowing out wanders around the land, its ribs shifting across the flat planes, its body weaving in a cluster past the sands, its body slithering in the rocky bumps. Its tail picks up small things before crushing the life out of them, its heads biting at some, either swallowing, tearing, or leaving to die before they eat them. Their scales shift, their patterns muted. The tail seems to have a bulb at the end. The body is legless.
The legless beast watches around it, before it strikes. It thinks. It thinks. It thinks... thinks upon godhood. Ponders its own creation. It knows and hates. It infused it's soul with a venom that knows no bounds, and a crushing force for times of rage.
The legless creature hears a howl as a creature races through the sand. A massive red eyed wolf, hunting.
The heads all hiss at the wolf, as it rushes forth, catching up to the beast. It rears up on it's lower body, much, much taller than the wolf. The heads alter back and forth, all protecting and ready to fight.
The wolf snarls. “Let a wolf hunt, will you? I just want some food.”
One of the heads lowers "We apologize. We just fear beasts..." "Our existence is small yet fearful" "It is a hell..." "We mean not pain" "WE SHOULD KILL IT!" "NO!" "No" "Fool..." "Never..." "You cannot.." "Why would we?"
A long, thick shape with several heads flowing out wanders around the land, its ribs shifting across the flat planes, its body weaving in a cluster past the sands, its body slithering in the rocky bumps. Its tail picks up small things before crushing the life out of them, its heads biting at some, either swallowing, tearing, or leaving to die before they eat them. Their scales shift, their patterns muted. The tail seems to have a bulb at the end. The body is legless.
The legless beast watches around it, before it strikes. It thinks. It thinks. It thinks... thinks upon godhood. Ponders its own creation. It knows and hates. It infused it's soul with a venom that knows no bounds, and a crushing force for times of rage.
The legless creature hears a howl as a creature races through the sand. A massive red eyed wolf, hunting.
The heads all hiss at the wolf, as it rushes forth, catching up to the beast. It rears up on it's lower body, much, much taller than the wolf. The heads alter back and forth, all protecting and ready to fight.
The wolf snarls. “Let a wolf hunt, will you? I just want some food.”
One of the heads lowers "We apologize. We just fear beasts..." "Our existence is small yet fearful" "It is a hell..." "We mean not pain" "WE SHOULD KILL IT!" "NO!" "No" "Fool..." "Never..." "You cannot.." "Why would we?"
The three cats that Gato made partially immortal are walking the world, searching for their leader
The three cats see something flying above their heads, a large chestnut brown horse with wings and a rider holding a shotgun.
*Are days in the world days IRL?*
One of the three cats(Eve) calls up, "Hello, why don't you come down here?"
*Yes, these are my characters from dead threads*
*No, days go by far faster on the thread.*
The person nods and steers the horse down to the ground. It lands with a crash.
Verdosi asks "Are you good?"
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
"I wish to not fail. I wish to usher the dead to the afterlife, with little amounts of fights. I assume you wish something akin."
I wish to watch, nothing else
"You don't wish to spread magic? To put limits of course, but to let all have it?"
If ever being had magic, then the world would have ended
"Why? I never suggested a pure uncontrolled magic. I suggested that all have a limited amount."
Yet, that is ruling with fear, I do not want that, I want nothing, such I will do nothing
"It seems your judgement is clouded with distrust of death. Ruling with fear is not gifting limited power to all... if you wish to not do anything, than you shan't, however that does not change what doing things would be, understand?"
"I wish to not fail. I wish to usher the dead to the afterlife, with little amounts of fights. I assume you wish something akin."
I wish to watch, nothing else
"You don't wish to spread magic? To put limits of course, but to let all have it?"
If ever being had magic, then the world would have ended
"Why? I never suggested a pure uncontrolled magic. I suggested that all have a limited amount."
Yet, that is ruling with fear, I do not want that, I want nothing, such I will do nothing
"It seems your judgement is clouded with distrust of death. Ruling with fear is not gifting limited power to all... if you wish to not do anything, than you shan't, however that does not change what doing things would be, understand?"
I do not distrust anybody, I simply do nothing
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
A long, thick shape with several heads flowing out wanders around the land, its ribs shifting across the flat planes, its body weaving in a cluster past the sands, its body slithering in the rocky bumps. Its tail picks up small things before crushing the life out of them, its heads biting at some, either swallowing, tearing, or leaving to die before they eat them. Their scales shift, their patterns muted. The tail seems to have a bulb at the end. The body is legless.
The legless beast watches around it, before it strikes. It thinks. It thinks. It thinks... thinks upon godhood. Ponders its own creation. It knows and hates. It infused it's soul with a venom that knows no bounds, and a crushing force for times of rage.
The legless creature hears a howl as a creature races through the sand. A massive red eyed wolf, hunting.
The heads all hiss at the wolf, as it rushes forth, catching up to the beast. It rears up on it's lower body, much, much taller than the wolf. The heads alter back and forth, all protecting and ready to fight.
The wolf snarls. “Let a wolf hunt, will you? I just want some food.”
One of the heads lowers "We apologize. We just fear beasts..." "Our existence is small yet fearful" "It is a hell..." "We mean not pain" "WE SHOULD KILL IT!" "NO!" "No" "Fool..." "Never..." "You cannot.." "Why would we?"
“You argue much. It irritates me.”
"We do not... we have one head that does. The rest will not." "We shan't argue, as we shan't be fools." "What is a foolish god?" "But a failure."
"I wish to not fail. I wish to usher the dead to the afterlife, with little amounts of fights. I assume you wish something akin."
I wish to watch, nothing else
"You don't wish to spread magic? To put limits of course, but to let all have it?"
If ever being had magic, then the world would have ended
"Why? I never suggested a pure uncontrolled magic. I suggested that all have a limited amount."
Yet, that is ruling with fear, I do not want that, I want nothing, such I will do nothing
"It seems your judgement is clouded with distrust of death. Ruling with fear is not gifting limited power to all... if you wish to not do anything, than you shan't, however that does not change what doing things would be, understand?"
Time is... linear. Every event has a place, every tale a setting. But, the experience of it is not. Years pass in months, minutes pass in hours. Moments within moments within lives within stories. all seen in life happens, not in a string, but not at once. Time is linear, yes, but so is yarn. Yarn is made and knitted. Crotcheted and cut. Burned and unraveled. Reality, our experience of it, is a quilt, formed from the yarn of time.
Danadas stands upon a patch of flowers. Or, are they flowers? The vibrant petals flutter like wings as they take off, surrounding the eight-limbed god. Two insect legs upon they stand, four insect arms they stretch, and two butterflied wings covered in blinking eyes that see old and new yarn. He lifts a thin and clawed finger as one of his followers, a flowering Butterfly, lends on it. They may look small upon there, but their mind is vast. Danadas looks about the world he finds himself, his eyes, covered by the untamed hair of nature, observing nigh all.
*Whoa*
A small cat walks towards them
Danadas tilts their head, the pupils upon their wings shifting as well. "A feline. small at that. Hello." The butterfly rises from my finger to rest upon my head.
"Physical forms can lie, you know that
"I do. I simply am making an observation." He bends his legs, putting his lower arms on his knees, to be more on an even eye level [imagine shakra's leaning pose]. "You are the first creature I met that did not manifest me. I am naturally curious."
"Simply wonderful! I would be the cat god Gato"
"Wonderful to meet, learn, and know you Gato. I am Danadas, the Winged Fate. The title was given by my manifest." His wings look up at the butterfly in his hair.
"Lovely! Have you made anything yet?"
"No. I should change that." He rises from his position and looks upon the empty fields before him. "Perhaps a change in scenery." Parts of the ground sink as water rises, creating uneven rows of rivers that never meet the sea, but always each other. Along their bends and shores, flowers bloom, exotic in form and colors. From them rise more of my manifests, their butterfly wings catching the lights in a beautiful and timely display. 21 "What do you think, my friend?"
"Beautiful"
"Thank you." The insect upon his head takes flight once more, joining their new brethren. "I do hope to make a home here. What I see here and there, I wish to... experience, as much as a deity can."
"Lovely! So that is your quest, oh, how I envy you"
"In truth, I have no quest. I know what may happen tomorrow. I know what may happen in years to come. I simply wish to exist, like the ticking of a clock, the light of the stars. To know what outcome will truly occur." He looks up at the sky, his hair parting around his 'eyes', revealing none to truly be there. "What of you, feline deity Gato? What is your quest? Your mark upon this world?"
"Ah, you understand my pain"
He nods. "To be a greater soul is to be lonely. Those stronger than you see you as not a friend, but another. Those who worship you see you not as an equal, but higher. Friends, true relationships, are difficult to cultivate, no matter how much has passed. Thank you, Gato, for being my first friend in a world that could know pain, love, nothing, or all."
A long, thick shape with several heads flowing out wanders around the land, its ribs shifting across the flat planes, its body weaving in a cluster past the sands, its body slithering in the rocky bumps. Its tail picks up small things before crushing the life out of them, its heads biting at some, either swallowing, tearing, or leaving to die before they eat them. Their scales shift, their patterns muted. The tail seems to have a bulb at the end. The body is legless.
The legless beast watches around it, before it strikes. It thinks. It thinks. It thinks... thinks upon godhood. Ponders its own creation. It knows and hates. It infused it's soul with a venom that knows no bounds, and a crushing force for times of rage.
The legless creature hears a howl as a creature races through the sand. A massive red eyed wolf, hunting.
The heads all hiss at the wolf, as it rushes forth, catching up to the beast. It rears up on it's lower body, much, much taller than the wolf. The heads alter back and forth, all protecting and ready to fight.
The wolf snarls. “Let a wolf hunt, will you? I just want some food.”
One of the heads lowers "We apologize. We just fear beasts..." "Our existence is small yet fearful" "It is a hell..." "We mean not pain" "WE SHOULD KILL IT!" "NO!" "No" "Fool..." "Never..." "You cannot.." "Why would we?"
“You argue much. It irritates me.”
"We do not... we have one head that does. The rest will not." "We shan't argue, as we shan't be fools." "What is a foolish god?" "But a failure."
Time is... linear. Every event has a place, every tale a setting. But, the experience of it is not. Years pass in months, minutes pass in hours. Moments within moments within lives within stories. all seen in life happens, not in a string, but not at once. Time is linear, yes, but so is yarn. Yarn is made and knitted. Crotcheted and cut. Burned and unraveled. Reality, our experience of it, is a quilt, formed from the yarn of time.
Danadas stands upon a patch of flowers. Or, are they flowers? The vibrant petals flutter like wings as they take off, surrounding the eight-limbed god. Two insect legs upon they stand, four insect arms they stretch, and two butterflied wings covered in blinking eyes that see old and new yarn. He lifts a thin and clawed finger as one of his followers, a flowering Butterfly, lends on it. They may look small upon there, but their mind is vast. Danadas looks about the world he finds himself, his eyes, covered by the untamed hair of nature, observing nigh all.
*Whoa*
A small cat walks towards them
Danadas tilts their head, the pupils upon their wings shifting as well. "A feline. small at that. Hello." The butterfly rises from my finger to rest upon my head.
"Physical forms can lie, you know that
"I do. I simply am making an observation." He bends his legs, putting his lower arms on his knees, to be more on an even eye level [imagine shakra's leaning pose]. "You are the first creature I met that did not manifest me. I am naturally curious."
"Simply wonderful! I would be the cat god Gato"
"Wonderful to meet, learn, and know you Gato. I am Danadas, the Winged Fate. The title was given by my manifest." His wings look up at the butterfly in his hair.
"Lovely! Have you made anything yet?"
"No. I should change that." He rises from his position and looks upon the empty fields before him. "Perhaps a change in scenery." Parts of the ground sink as water rises, creating uneven rows of rivers that never meet the sea, but always each other. Along their bends and shores, flowers bloom, exotic in form and colors. From them rise more of my manifests, their butterfly wings catching the lights in a beautiful and timely display. 21 "What do you think, my friend?"
"Beautiful"
"Thank you." The insect upon his head takes flight once more, joining their new brethren. "I do hope to make a home here. What I see here and there, I wish to... experience, as much as a deity can."
"Lovely! So that is your quest, oh, how I envy you"
"In truth, I have no quest. I know what may happen tomorrow. I know what may happen in years to come. I simply wish to exist, like the ticking of a clock, the light of the stars. To know what outcome will truly occur." He looks up at the sky, his hair parting around his 'eyes', revealing none to truly be there. "What of you, feline deity Gato? What is your quest? Your mark upon this world?"
"Ah, you understand my pain"
He nods. "To be a greater soul is to be lonely. Those stronger than you see you as not a friend, but another. Those who worship you see you not as an equal, but higher. Friends, true relationships, are difficult to cultivate, no matter how much has passed. Thank you, Gato, for being my first friend in a world that could know pain, love, nothing, or all."
"I wish everybody could see the world in the way I do, they might understand more"
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
A long, thick shape with several heads flowing out wanders around the land, its ribs shifting across the flat planes, its body weaving in a cluster past the sands, its body slithering in the rocky bumps. Its tail picks up small things before crushing the life out of them, its heads biting at some, either swallowing, tearing, or leaving to die before they eat them. Their scales shift, their patterns muted. The tail seems to have a bulb at the end. The body is legless.
The legless beast watches around it, before it strikes. It thinks. It thinks. It thinks... thinks upon godhood. Ponders its own creation. It knows and hates. It infused it's soul with a venom that knows no bounds, and a crushing force for times of rage.
The legless creature hears a howl as a creature races through the sand. A massive red eyed wolf, hunting.
The heads all hiss at the wolf, as it rushes forth, catching up to the beast. It rears up on it's lower body, much, much taller than the wolf. The heads alter back and forth, all protecting and ready to fight.
The wolf snarls. “Let a wolf hunt, will you? I just want some food.”
One of the heads lowers "We apologize. We just fear beasts..." "Our existence is small yet fearful" "It is a hell..." "We mean not pain" "WE SHOULD KILL IT!" "NO!" "No" "Fool..." "Never..." "You cannot.." "Why would we?"
“You argue much. It irritates me.”
"We do not... we have one head that does. The rest will not." "We shan't argue, as we shan't be fools." "What is a foolish god?" "But a failure."
“I’m sorry. This is very… disorienting.”
The heads nod to the one with *this voice* and it nods back "Until you are used to us, I shall be the speaker. We apologize."
A long, thick shape with several heads flowing out wanders around the land, its ribs shifting across the flat planes, its body weaving in a cluster past the sands, its body slithering in the rocky bumps. Its tail picks up small things before crushing the life out of them, its heads biting at some, either swallowing, tearing, or leaving to die before they eat them. Their scales shift, their patterns muted. The tail seems to have a bulb at the end. The body is legless.
The legless beast watches around it, before it strikes. It thinks. It thinks. It thinks... thinks upon godhood. Ponders its own creation. It knows and hates. It infused it's soul with a venom that knows no bounds, and a crushing force for times of rage.
The legless creature hears a howl as a creature races through the sand. A massive red eyed wolf, hunting.
The heads all hiss at the wolf, as it rushes forth, catching up to the beast. It rears up on it's lower body, much, much taller than the wolf. The heads alter back and forth, all protecting and ready to fight.
The wolf snarls. “Let a wolf hunt, will you? I just want some food.”
One of the heads lowers "We apologize. We just fear beasts..." "Our existence is small yet fearful" "It is a hell..." "We mean not pain" "WE SHOULD KILL IT!" "NO!" "No" "Fool..." "Never..." "You cannot.." "Why would we?"
“You argue much. It irritates me.”
"We do not... we have one head that does. The rest will not." "We shan't argue, as we shan't be fools." "What is a foolish god?" "But a failure."
“I’m sorry. This is very… disorienting.”
The heads nod to the one with *this voice* and it nods back "Until you are used to us, I shall be the speaker. We apologize."
The three cats that Gato made partially immortal are walking the world, searching for their leader
The three cats see something flying above their heads, a large chestnut brown horse with wings and a rider holding a shotgun.
*Are days in the world days IRL?*
One of the three cats(Eve) calls up, "Hello, why don't you come down here?"
*Yes, these are my characters from dead threads*
*No, days go by far faster on the thread.*
The person nods and steers the horse down to the ground. It lands with a crash.
Verdosi asks "Are you good?"
The horse nods, surprisingly. “Sorry bout that.” It says.
The rider sighs. “Acorn… stop apologizing to them!” He’s a young aasimar with curly dark hair tied into a braid and deep brown skin.
The bluish cat says "You may, only if you want to"
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
Time is... linear. Every event has a place, every tale a setting. But, the experience of it is not. Years pass in months, minutes pass in hours. Moments within moments within lives within stories. all seen in life happens, not in a string, but not at once. Time is linear, yes, but so is yarn. Yarn is made and knitted. Crotcheted and cut. Burned and unraveled. Reality, our experience of it, is a quilt, formed from the yarn of time.
Danadas stands upon a patch of flowers. Or, are they flowers? The vibrant petals flutter like wings as they take off, surrounding the eight-limbed god. Two insect legs upon they stand, four insect arms they stretch, and two butterflied wings covered in blinking eyes that see old and new yarn. He lifts a thin and clawed finger as one of his followers, a flowering Butterfly, lends on it. They may look small upon there, but their mind is vast. Danadas looks about the world he finds himself, his eyes, covered by the untamed hair of nature, observing nigh all.
*Whoa*
A small cat walks towards them
Danadas tilts their head, the pupils upon their wings shifting as well. "A feline. small at that. Hello." The butterfly rises from my finger to rest upon my head.
"Physical forms can lie, you know that
"I do. I simply am making an observation." He bends his legs, putting his lower arms on his knees, to be more on an even eye level [imagine shakra's leaning pose]. "You are the first creature I met that did not manifest me. I am naturally curious."
"Simply wonderful! I would be the cat god Gato"
"Wonderful to meet, learn, and know you Gato. I am Danadas, the Winged Fate. The title was given by my manifest." His wings look up at the butterfly in his hair.
"Lovely! Have you made anything yet?"
"No. I should change that." He rises from his position and looks upon the empty fields before him. "Perhaps a change in scenery." Parts of the ground sink as water rises, creating uneven rows of rivers that never meet the sea, but always each other. Along their bends and shores, flowers bloom, exotic in form and colors. From them rise more of my manifests, their butterfly wings catching the lights in a beautiful and timely display. 21 "What do you think, my friend?"
"Beautiful"
"Thank you." The insect upon his head takes flight once more, joining their new brethren. "I do hope to make a home here. What I see here and there, I wish to... experience, as much as a deity can."
"Lovely! So that is your quest, oh, how I envy you"
"In truth, I have no quest. I know what may happen tomorrow. I know what may happen in years to come. I simply wish to exist, like the ticking of a clock, the light of the stars. To know what outcome will truly occur." He looks up at the sky, his hair parting around his 'eyes', revealing none to truly be there. "What of you, feline deity Gato? What is your quest? Your mark upon this world?"
"Ah, you understand my pain"
He nods. "To be a greater soul is to be lonely. Those stronger than you see you as not a friend, but another. Those who worship you see you not as an equal, but higher. Friends, true relationships, are difficult to cultivate, no matter how much has passed. Thank you, Gato, for being my first friend in a world that could know pain, love, nothing, or all."
"I wish everybody could see the world in the way I do, they might understand more"
"If everybody saw the world the way you did, all would be you. There would be no surprises, no new things to learn. Your creations marked with empty praise. Your actions with indifference. There is no right or wrong, because all think and do the same. It is a good thought to wish others saw your perspective. To wish for all to share yours, however, is not as well."
Time is... linear. Every event has a place, every tale a setting. But, the experience of it is not. Years pass in months, minutes pass in hours. Moments within moments within lives within stories. all seen in life happens, not in a string, but not at once. Time is linear, yes, but so is yarn. Yarn is made and knitted. Crotcheted and cut. Burned and unraveled. Reality, our experience of it, is a quilt, formed from the yarn of time.
Danadas stands upon a patch of flowers. Or, are they flowers? The vibrant petals flutter like wings as they take off, surrounding the eight-limbed god. Two insect legs upon they stand, four insect arms they stretch, and two butterflied wings covered in blinking eyes that see old and new yarn. He lifts a thin and clawed finger as one of his followers, a flowering Butterfly, lends on it. They may look small upon there, but their mind is vast. Danadas looks about the world he finds himself, his eyes, covered by the untamed hair of nature, observing nigh all.
*Whoa*
A small cat walks towards them
Danadas tilts their head, the pupils upon their wings shifting as well. "A feline. small at that. Hello." The butterfly rises from my finger to rest upon my head.
"Physical forms can lie, you know that
"I do. I simply am making an observation." He bends his legs, putting his lower arms on his knees, to be more on an even eye level [imagine shakra's leaning pose]. "You are the first creature I met that did not manifest me. I am naturally curious."
"Simply wonderful! I would be the cat god Gato"
"Wonderful to meet, learn, and know you Gato. I am Danadas, the Winged Fate. The title was given by my manifest." His wings look up at the butterfly in his hair.
"Lovely! Have you made anything yet?"
"No. I should change that." He rises from his position and looks upon the empty fields before him. "Perhaps a change in scenery." Parts of the ground sink as water rises, creating uneven rows of rivers that never meet the sea, but always each other. Along their bends and shores, flowers bloom, exotic in form and colors. From them rise more of my manifests, their butterfly wings catching the lights in a beautiful and timely display. 21 "What do you think, my friend?"
"Beautiful"
"Thank you." The insect upon his head takes flight once more, joining their new brethren. "I do hope to make a home here. What I see here and there, I wish to... experience, as much as a deity can."
"Lovely! So that is your quest, oh, how I envy you"
"In truth, I have no quest. I know what may happen tomorrow. I know what may happen in years to come. I simply wish to exist, like the ticking of a clock, the light of the stars. To know what outcome will truly occur." He looks up at the sky, his hair parting around his 'eyes', revealing none to truly be there. "What of you, feline deity Gato? What is your quest? Your mark upon this world?"
"Ah, you understand my pain"
He nods. "To be a greater soul is to be lonely. Those stronger than you see you as not a friend, but another. Those who worship you see you not as an equal, but higher. Friends, true relationships, are difficult to cultivate, no matter how much has passed. Thank you, Gato, for being my first friend in a world that could know pain, love, nothing, or all."
"I wish everybody could see the world in the way I do, they might understand more"
"If everybody saw the world the way you did, all would be you. There would be no surprises, no new things to learn. Your creations marked with empty praise. Your actions with indifference. There is no right or wrong, because all think and do the same. It is a good thought to wish others saw your perspective. To wish for all to share yours, however, is not as well."
"I said could for a reason, to give them choice, I will never dominate a person willingly"
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
A long, thick shape with several heads flowing out wanders around the land, its ribs shifting across the flat planes, its body weaving in a cluster past the sands, its body slithering in the rocky bumps. Its tail picks up small things before crushing the life out of them, its heads biting at some, either swallowing, tearing, or leaving to die before they eat them. Their scales shift, their patterns muted. The tail seems to have a bulb at the end. The body is legless.
The legless beast watches around it, before it strikes. It thinks. It thinks. It thinks... thinks upon godhood. Ponders its own creation. It knows and hates. It infused it's soul with a venom that knows no bounds, and a crushing force for times of rage.
The legless creature hears a howl as a creature races through the sand. A massive red eyed wolf, hunting.
The heads all hiss at the wolf, as it rushes forth, catching up to the beast. It rears up on it's lower body, much, much taller than the wolf. The heads alter back and forth, all protecting and ready to fight.
The wolf snarls. “Let a wolf hunt, will you? I just want some food.”
One of the heads lowers "We apologize. We just fear beasts..." "Our existence is small yet fearful" "It is a hell..." "We mean not pain" "WE SHOULD KILL IT!" "NO!" "No" "Fool..." "Never..." "You cannot.." "Why would we?"
“You argue much. It irritates me.”
"We do not... we have one head that does. The rest will not." "We shan't argue, as we shan't be fools." "What is a foolish god?" "But a failure."
“I’m sorry. This is very… disorienting.”
The heads nod to the one with *this voice* and it nods back "Until you are used to us, I shall be the speaker. We apologize."
“It is alright. What are your names?l
"We... do not have individual names. We are a multitude with a singular name." The green one nods to the red purple one "Like an organization." "We are Sydriya
"Ah, you understand my pain"
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
One of the heads lowers "We apologize. We just fear beasts..." "Our existence is small yet fearful" "It is a hell..." "We mean not pain" "WE SHOULD KILL IT!" "NO!" "No" "Fool..." "Never..." "You cannot.." "Why would we?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*No, days go by far faster on the thread.*
The person nods and steers the horse down to the ground. It lands with a crash.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
“You argue much. It irritates me.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
Verdosi asks "Are you good?"
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
"It seems your judgement is clouded with distrust of death. Ruling with fear is not gifting limited power to all... if you wish to not do anything, than you shan't, however that does not change what doing things would be, understand?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
I do not distrust anybody, I simply do nothing
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
"We do not... we have one head that does. The rest will not." "We shan't argue, as we shan't be fools." "What is a foolish god?" "But a failure."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The horse nods, surprisingly. “Sorry bout that.” It says.
The rider sighs. “Acorn… stop apologizing to them!” He’s a young aasimar with curly dark hair tied into a braid and deep brown skin.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"I understand that you do nothing."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He nods. "To be a greater soul is to be lonely. Those stronger than you see you as not a friend, but another. Those who worship you see you not as an equal, but higher. Friends, true relationships, are difficult to cultivate, no matter how much has passed. Thank you, Gato, for being my first friend in a world that could know pain, love, nothing, or all."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“I’m sorry. This is very… disorienting.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"I wish everybody could see the world in the way I do, they might understand more"
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
The heads nod to the one with *this voice* and it nods back "Until you are used to us, I shall be the speaker. We apologize."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“It is alright. What are your names?l
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
The bluish cat says "You may, only if you want to"
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
"If everybody saw the world the way you did, all would be you. There would be no surprises, no new things to learn. Your creations marked with empty praise. Your actions with indifference. There is no right or wrong, because all think and do the same. It is a good thought to wish others saw your perspective. To wish for all to share yours, however, is not as well."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"I said could for a reason, to give them choice, I will never dominate a person willingly"
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
"We... do not have individual names. We are a multitude with a singular name." The green one nods to the red purple one "Like an organization." "We are Sydriya
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Shut it.” The rider says, shoving the horse to its feet.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023