Sadie lets go of her sword. "Why me, Fael? Just curious. Ain't ever seen somebody hidin' in the trees to be found."
"Because you looked bored"
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, 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 Foalin.
Sadie lets go of her sword. "Why me, Fael? Just curious. Ain't ever seen somebody hidin' in the trees to be found."
"Because you looked bored"
"I'm always bored, Sugar. Way of life, I s'pose."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Sadie lets go of her sword. "Why me, Fael? Just curious. Ain't ever seen somebody hidin' in the trees to be found."
"Because you looked bored"
"I'm always bored, Sugar. Way of life, I s'pose."
"Then would you interest yoursellf in finding me?"
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, 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 Foalin.
Sadie lets go of her sword. "Why me, Fael? Just curious. Ain't ever seen somebody hidin' in the trees to be found."
"Because you looked bored"
"I'm always bored, Sugar. Way of life, I s'pose."
"Then would you interest yoursellf in finding me?"
"I suppose." she stands up, making her immediate way to the tree Fael is in
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The brush of wind comes before the person themself ----- a gentle, pulling thing, like the tide underfoot. It trickles through the house, whispering between the ears of each and every patron there, and it's suddenly found difficult to look away from the steadily opening door. A person enters with another gust, stooping in the doorway and carefully removing a hat ---- a large, black hat with a heavy brim. And it's difficult to look away from them, either, especially as they reveal their face.
A hideous grin covers the person's face ---- but no, not quite. Port wine stains dot the left side of the person's face, while a long lock of coffee-colored hair obscures the other from view. They stand lower than it appeared before ----- a measly four foot at best, diminutive compared to most of the rest here. That doesn't seem to deter them, however. They stride confidently up to the bar, hat in hand, and rap on the table. "A drink, please..." comes in a loud, jarring brogue. "As strong as you have. I've spent plenty a day getting to this place..."
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Build us a door And rest here with me Lights are on But nobody's home... extended sig
Sadie lets go of her sword. "Why me, Fael? Just curious. Ain't ever seen somebody hidin' in the trees to be found."
"Because you looked bored"
"I'm always bored, Sugar. Way of life, I s'pose."
"Then would you interest yoursellf in finding me?"
"I suppose." she stands up, making her immediate way to the tree Fael is in
Perception check?
(Stealth for me 22)
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, 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 Foalin.
Sadie lets go of her sword. "Why me, Fael? Just curious. Ain't ever seen somebody hidin' in the trees to be found."
"Because you looked bored"
"I'm always bored, Sugar. Way of life, I s'pose."
"Then would you interest yoursellf in finding me?"
"I suppose." she stands up, making her immediate way to the tree Fael is in
Perception check?
(Stealth for me 22)
She looks around, wondering...
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The brush of wind comes before the person themself ----- a gentle, pulling thing, like the tide underfoot. It trickles through the house, whispering between the ears of each and every patron there, and it's suddenly found difficult to look away from the steadily opening door. A person enters with another gust, stooping in the doorway and carefully removing a hat ---- a large, black hat with a heavy brim. And it's difficult to look away from them, either, especially as they reveal their face.
A hideous grin covers the person's face ---- but no, not quite. Port wine stains dot the left side of the person's face, while a long lock of coffee-colored hair obscures the other from view. They stand lower than it appeared before ----- a measly four foot at best, diminutive compared to most of the rest here. That doesn't seem to deter them, however. They stride confidently up to the bar, hat in hand, and rap on the table. "A drink, please..." comes in a loud, jarring brogue. "As strong as you have. I've spent plenty a day getting to this place..."
"You won't find anything good here." An armored figure declares, standing at around 6'2. In his paw is a mug of ale half gone. The arctic lion man has seen decades of war and time.
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Beau is being Beau. He is being Beau near the board.
Sadie is reading the board, arms crossed, sword sheathed and slung across her back
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Beau is being Beau. He is being Beau near the board.
Sadie is reading the board, arms crossed, sword sheathed and slung across her back
He stretches and stands up. "So, what quest d'ya think we should do?"
"I'm thinkin' the thieves. 'Bout you, B?"
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The brush of wind comes before the person themself ----- a gentle, pulling thing, like the tide underfoot. It trickles through the house, whispering between the ears of each and every patron there, and it's suddenly found difficult to look away from the steadily opening door. A person enters with another gust, stooping in the doorway and carefully removing a hat ---- a large, black hat with a heavy brim. And it's difficult to look away from them, either, especially as they reveal their face.
A hideous grin covers the person's face ---- but no, not quite. Port wine stains dot the left side of the person's face, while a long lock of coffee-colored hair obscures the other from view. They stand lower than it appeared before ----- a measly four foot at best, diminutive compared to most of the rest here. That doesn't seem to deter them, however. They stride confidently up to the bar, hat in hand, and rap on the table. "A drink, please..." comes in a loud, jarring brogue. "As strong as you have. I've spent plenty a day getting to this place..."
"You won't find anything good here." An armored figure declares, standing at around 6'2. In his paw is a mug of ale half gone. The arctic lion man has seen decades of war and time.
“Are’ye speakin’ o’ th’ale, or o’the people? An’ how bad do you mean? ‘Cause I don’t need nothin’ beyond ‘decent’ here for ‘ither.” When they’re not speaking formally, their at least decent accent begins to deteriorate into a nearly unintelligible conglomeration of words and noises that sound only barely scraped out of their vocal cords.
They motion him to sit. “An’, who are ye? Only tha’ I haven’t seen the likes o’ye before.”
The brush of wind comes before the person themself ----- a gentle, pulling thing, like the tide underfoot. It trickles through the house, whispering between the ears of each and every patron there, and it's suddenly found difficult to look away from the steadily opening door. A person enters with another gust, stooping in the doorway and carefully removing a hat ---- a large, black hat with a heavy brim. And it's difficult to look away from them, either, especially as they reveal their face.
A hideous grin covers the person's face ---- but no, not quite. Port wine stains dot the left side of the person's face, while a long lock of coffee-colored hair obscures the other from view. They stand lower than it appeared before ----- a measly four foot at best, diminutive compared to most of the rest here. That doesn't seem to deter them, however. They stride confidently up to the bar, hat in hand, and rap on the table. "A drink, please..." comes in a loud, jarring brogue. "As strong as you have. I've spent plenty a day getting to this place..."
"You won't find anything good here." An armored figure declares, standing at around 6'2. In his paw is a mug of ale half gone. The arctic lion man has seen decades of war and time.
“Are’ye speakin’ o’ th’ale, or o’the people? An’ how bad do you mean? ‘Cause I don’t need nothin’ beyond ‘decent’ here for ‘ither.” When they’re not speaking formally, their at least decent accent begins to deteriorate into a nearly unintelligible conglomeration of words and noises that sound only barely scraped out of their vocal cords.
They motion him to sit. “An’, who are ye? Only tha’ I haven’t seen the likes o’ye before.”
He sits, smiling, his one working eye shining. "I mean the ale, lad. Can't quite speak for the people yet."
"I'm an old warrior. Son of a God. you know how it goes."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The brush of wind comes before the person themself ----- a gentle, pulling thing, like the tide underfoot. It trickles through the house, whispering between the ears of each and every patron there, and it's suddenly found difficult to look away from the steadily opening door. A person enters with another gust, stooping in the doorway and carefully removing a hat ---- a large, black hat with a heavy brim. And it's difficult to look away from them, either, especially as they reveal their face.
A hideous grin covers the person's face ---- but no, not quite. Port wine stains dot the left side of the person's face, while a long lock of coffee-colored hair obscures the other from view. They stand lower than it appeared before ----- a measly four foot at best, diminutive compared to most of the rest here. That doesn't seem to deter them, however. They stride confidently up to the bar, hat in hand, and rap on the table. "A drink, please..." comes in a loud, jarring brogue. "As strong as you have. I've spent plenty a day getting to this place..."
"You won't find anything good here." An armored figure declares, standing at around 6'2. In his paw is a mug of ale half gone. The arctic lion man has seen decades of war and time.
“Are’ye speakin’ o’ th’ale, or o’the people? An’ how bad do you mean? ‘Cause I don’t need nothin’ beyond ‘decent’ here for ‘ither.” When they’re not speaking formally, their at least decent accent begins to deteriorate into a nearly unintelligible conglomeration of words and noises that sound only barely scraped out of their vocal cords.
They motion him to sit. “An’, who are ye? Only tha’ I haven’t seen the likes o’ye before.”
He sits, smiling, his one working eye shining. "I mean the ale, lad. Can't quite speak for the people yet."
"I'm an old warrior. Son of a God. you know how it goes."
The person laughs. “Oh, y’bet I do. Tha’s pre’y much wha’ they call me. Child o’ a god, child o’ a devil, i’s all th’same to my ears.” Their gaze drifts away for a second as they reminisce upon something. “What’r ye doin’ here, then? Lookin’ for somethin’ t’do, or just having at some fun?”
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Build us a door And rest here with me Lights are on But nobody's home... extended sig
"Because you looked bored"
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, 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 Foalin.
"I'm always bored, Sugar. Way of life, I s'pose."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
He follows, sitting on a bench as he waits.
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.
"Then would you interest yoursellf in finding me?"
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, 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 Foalin.
"I suppose." she stands up, making her immediate way to the tree Fael is in
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The brush of wind comes before the person themself ----- a gentle, pulling thing, like the tide underfoot. It trickles through the house, whispering between the ears of each and every patron there, and it's suddenly found difficult to look away from the steadily opening door. A person enters with another gust, stooping in the doorway and carefully removing a hat ---- a large, black hat with a heavy brim. And it's difficult to look away from them, either, especially as they reveal their face.
A hideous grin covers the person's face ---- but no, not quite. Port wine stains dot the left side of the person's face, while a long lock of coffee-colored hair obscures the other from view. They stand lower than it appeared before ----- a measly four foot at best, diminutive compared to most of the rest here. That doesn't seem to deter them, however. They stride confidently up to the bar, hat in hand, and rap on the table. "A drink, please..." comes in a loud, jarring brogue. "As strong as you have. I've spent plenty a day getting to this place..."
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
Perception check?
(Stealth for me 22)
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, 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 Foalin.
She looks around, wondering...
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"You won't find anything good here." An armored figure declares, standing at around 6'2. In his paw is a mug of ale half gone. The arctic lion man has seen decades of war and time.
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Beau is being Beau. He is being Beau near the board.
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.
Sadie is reading the board, arms crossed, sword sheathed and slung across her back
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
He stretches and stands up. "So, what quest d'ya think we should do?"
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'm thinkin' the thieves. 'Bout you, B?"
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
“Are’ye speakin’ o’ th’ale, or o’the people? An’ how bad do you mean? ‘Cause I don’t need nothin’ beyond ‘decent’ here for ‘ither.” When they’re not speaking formally, their at least decent accent begins to deteriorate into a nearly unintelligible conglomeration of words and noises that sound only barely scraped out of their vocal cords.
They motion him to sit. “An’, who are ye? Only tha’ I haven’t seen the likes o’ye before.”
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
He sits, smiling, his one working eye shining. "I mean the ale, lad. Can't quite speak for the people yet."
"I'm an old warrior. Son of a God. you know how it goes."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*bah I gtg. see y'all Monday*
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*o7. Hf!*
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
The person laughs. “Oh, y’bet I do. Tha’s pre’y much wha’ they call me. Child o’ a god, child o’ a devil, i’s all th’same to my ears.” Their gaze drifts away for a second as they reminisce upon something. “What’r ye doin’ here, then? Lookin’ for somethin’ t’do, or just having at some fun?”
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
"Cuhd (Could) be a good small risk mission. Think we shud choose it, Sadie."
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.
*Ability scores: 12 13 12 15 7 12 Bc yeah*
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.