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
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."
"I said could for a reason, to give them choice, I will never dominate a person willingly"
"I am aware, my friend. I only say so to... avoid a future I wish not to be true. I am sure you will never, but a deity's power should be warned."
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"
"I am aware, my friend. I only say so to... avoid a future I wish not to be true. I am sure you will never, but a deity's power should be warned."
"I have done one thing with my power, and it is all I wish to do, I created Cats, and I let them follow their own gods, I do not force anything apon anybody"
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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."
"I said could for a reason, to give them choice, I will never dominate a person willingly"
"I am aware, my friend. I only say so to... avoid a future I wish not to be true. I am sure you will never, but a deity's power should be warned."
"I have done one thing with my power, and it is all I wish to do, I created Cats, and I let them follow their own gods, I do not force anything apon anybody"
He smiles. "I trust you, Gato." He returns to his kneeling position. "I wish to pet you, my friend. May I?"
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"
"I am aware, my friend. I only say so to... avoid a future I wish not to be true. I am sure you will never, but a deity's power should be warned."
"I have done one thing with my power, and it is all I wish to do, I created Cats, and I let them follow their own gods, I do not force anything apon anybody"
He smiles. "I trust you, Gato." He returns to his kneeling position. "I wish to pet you, my friend. May I?"
"You are the first to ask," she smiles" Yes, you may, once."
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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.
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"
“Shut it.” The rider says, shoving the horse to its feet.
The white cat steps forward "Do not hurt the horse"
“I’m just helping her up!”
The white one continues to speak, "Good, I wish not to hurt the horse, I like them."
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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."
"I said could for a reason, to give them choice, I will never dominate a person willingly"
"I am aware, my friend. I only say so to... avoid a future I wish not to be true. I am sure you will never, but a deity's power should be warned."
"I have done one thing with my power, and it is all I wish to do, I created Cats, and I let them follow their own gods, I do not force anything apon anybody"
He smiles. "I trust you, Gato." He returns to his kneeling position. "I wish to pet you, my friend. May I?"
"You are the first to ask," she smiles" Yes, you may, once."
He scratches behind their ears. "Comforting. For me at least."
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."
"I said could for a reason, to give them choice, I will never dominate a person willingly"
"I am aware, my friend. I only say so to... avoid a future I wish not to be true. I am sure you will never, but a deity's power should be warned."
"I have done one thing with my power, and it is all I wish to do, I created Cats, and I let them follow their own gods, I do not force anything apon anybody"
He smiles. "I trust you, Gato." He returns to his kneeling position. "I wish to pet you, my friend. May I?"
"You are the first to ask," she smiles" Yes, you may, once."
He scratches behind their ears. "Comforting. For me at least."
"I can understand why."
He smiles again. "Stay out of trouble, my friend. Your kind has a tendency to find it."
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"
“Shut it.” The rider says, shoving the horse to its feet.
The white cat steps forward "Do not hurt the horse"
“I’m just helping her up!”
The white one continues to speak, "Good, I wish not to hurt the horse, I like them."
“Yeah, whatever. Who are you guys, and are you one of the cat lady’s?”
The gray one says "What do you mean by cat?"
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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.
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"
“Shut it.” The rider says, shoving the horse to its feet.
The white cat steps forward "Do not hurt the horse"
“I’m just helping her up!”
The white one continues to speak, "Good, I wish not to hurt the horse, I like them."
“Yeah, whatever. Who are you guys, and are you one of the cat lady’s?”
The gray one says "What do you mean by cat?"
“Like you guys. Cats.”
"We are just the blessed of Gato, at least, that is what I think"
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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."
"I said could for a reason, to give them choice, I will never dominate a person willingly"
"I am aware, my friend. I only say so to... avoid a future I wish not to be true. I am sure you will never, but a deity's power should be warned."
"I have done one thing with my power, and it is all I wish to do, I created Cats, and I let them follow their own gods, I do not force anything apon anybody"
He smiles. "I trust you, Gato." He returns to his kneeling position. "I wish to pet you, my friend. May I?"
"You are the first to ask," she smiles" Yes, you may, once."
He scratches behind their ears. "Comforting. For me at least."
"I can understand why."
He smiles again. "Stay out of trouble, my friend. Your kind has a tendency to find it."
"If they want it, I will gladly give it to them, but never before they strike me first, never again"
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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.
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"
“Shut it.” The rider says, shoving the horse to its feet.
The white cat steps forward "Do not hurt the horse"
“I’m just helping her up!”
The white one continues to speak, "Good, I wish not to hurt the horse, I like them."
“Yeah, whatever. Who are you guys, and are you one of the cat lady’s?”
The gray one says "What do you mean by cat?"
“Like you guys. Cats.”
"We are just the blessed of Gato, at least, that is what I think"
“Mmmmmm…hm.”
"You are thinking?"
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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
“Sydriya. What do you do?”
"We are the god of snakes" "Of serpents" "Of boas" "Pythons" "Vipers" "Cobras."
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"
"I am aware, my friend. I only say so to... avoid a future I wish not to be true. I am sure you will never, but a deity's power should be warned."
"I have done one thing with my power, and it is all I wish to do, I created Cats, and I let them follow their own gods, I do not force anything apon anybody"
He smiles. "I trust you, Gato." He returns to his kneeling position. "I wish to pet you, my friend. May I?"
"You are the first to ask," she smiles" Yes, you may, once."
He scratches behind their ears. "Comforting. For me at least."
"I can understand why."
He smiles again. "Stay out of trouble, my friend. Your kind has a tendency to find it."
"If they want it, I will gladly give it to them, but never before they strike me first, never again"
Danadas lets out a light laugh. "I am sure your fury to be swift and painful. If you shall excuse me, I believe I must hold court with my summoners."
“Sydriya. What do you do?”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
The white cat steps forward "Do not hurt the horse"
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.
"I am aware, my friend. I only say so to... avoid a future I wish not to be true. I am sure you will never, but a deity's power should be warned."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"I have done one thing with my power, and it is all I wish to do, I created Cats, and I let them follow their own gods, I do not force anything apon anybody"
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.
He smiles. "I trust you, Gato." He returns to his kneeling position. "I wish to pet you, my friend. May I?"
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"You are the first to ask," she smiles" Yes, you may, once."
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.
“I’m just helping her up!”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
The white one continues to speak, "Good, I wish not to hurt the horse, I like them."
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.
He scratches behind their ears. "Comforting. For me at least."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"I can understand why."
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.
“Yeah, whatever. Who are you guys, and are you one of the cat lady’s?”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
He smiles again. "Stay out of trouble, my friend. Your kind has a tendency to find it."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The gray one says "What do you mean by cat?"
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.
“Like you guys. Cats.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"We are just the blessed of Gato, at least, that is what I think"
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.
“Mmmmmm…hm.”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
"If they want it, I will gladly give it to them, but never before they strike me first, never again"
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.
"You are thinking?"
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 are the god of snakes" "Of serpents" "Of boas" "Pythons" "Vipers" "Cobras."
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.
Danadas lets out a light laugh. "I am sure your fury to be swift and painful. If you shall excuse me, I believe I must hold court with my summoners."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!