At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you?"
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
"Ah, so you are one of them. I don't really know what to do with you"
“No no no no. I am not one of THEM!” He suddenly rises, rushing to grab the bars to keep himself from collapsing. “Do you know what they do? They make children fight and kill each other. Just so they follow orders. Friends. Family. At each other’s throats just to survive their demands.”
"I am well aware of that, and I hate it as well"
“Let me help then. I know where one of their bases are. We can save the kids there.”
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you?"
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
"Ah, so you are one of them. I don't really know what to do with you"
“No no no no. I am not one of THEM!” He suddenly rises, rushing to grab the bars to keep himself from collapsing. “Do you know what they do? They make children fight and kill each other. Just so they follow orders. Friends. Family. At each other’s throats just to survive their demands.”
"I am well aware of that, and I hate it as well"
“Let me help then. I know where one of their bases are. We can save the kids there.”
"There aren't enough of us for that to work. You're lucky we got you out of the city before anybody saw you, you would have been tortured for information."
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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.
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you?"
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
"Ah, so you are one of them. I don't really know what to do with you"
“No no no no. I am not one of THEM!” He suddenly rises, rushing to grab the bars to keep himself from collapsing. “Do you know what they do? They make children fight and kill each other. Just so they follow orders. Friends. Family. At each other’s throats just to survive their demands.”
"I am well aware of that, and I hate it as well"
“Let me help then. I know where one of their bases are. We can save the kids there.”
"There aren't enough of us for that to work. You're lucky we got you out of the city before anybody saw you, you would have been tortured for information."
He seems confused by this. “But… you’re an angel. That city was yours. You have hundreds of Heaven’s Greatest Warriors.”
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you?"
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
"Ah, so you are one of them. I don't really know what to do with you"
“No no no no. I am not one of THEM!” He suddenly rises, rushing to grab the bars to keep himself from collapsing. “Do you know what they do? They make children fight and kill each other. Just so they follow orders. Friends. Family. At each other’s throats just to survive their demands.”
"I am well aware of that, and I hate it as well"
“Let me help then. I know where one of their bases are. We can save the kids there.”
"There aren't enough of us for that to work. You're lucky we got you out of the city before anybody saw you, you would have been tortured for information."
He seems confused by this. “But… you’re an angel. That city was yours. You have hundreds of Heaven’s Greatest Warriors.”
"Haha, no. Not really that surprised that you haven't heard about us"
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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.
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you?"
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
"Ah, so you are one of them. I don't really know what to do with you"
“No no no no. I am not one of THEM!” He suddenly rises, rushing to grab the bars to keep himself from collapsing. “Do you know what they do? They make children fight and kill each other. Just so they follow orders. Friends. Family. At each other’s throats just to survive their demands.”
"I am well aware of that, and I hate it as well"
“Let me help then. I know where one of their bases are. We can save the kids there.”
"There aren't enough of us for that to work. You're lucky we got you out of the city before anybody saw you, you would have been tortured for information."
He seems confused by this. “But… you’re an angel. That city was yours. You have hundreds of Heaven’s Greatest Warriors.”
"Haha, no. Not really that surprised that you haven't heard about us"
They let go of the bars, backing up to the wall. “Then… who are you?”
"The only people who resisted the angels, and AAM"
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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.
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 only people who resisted the angels, and AAM"
He looks to continue the questioning, but groans in pain from his injuries. “Can I get those stitches now?”
"One last question, do you feel safe?"
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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.
“Let me help then. I know where one of their bases are. We can save the kids there.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"There aren't enough of us for that to work. You're lucky we got you out of the city before anybody saw you, you would have been tortured for information."
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 seems confused by this. “But… you’re an angel. That city was yours. You have hundreds of Heaven’s Greatest Warriors.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Haha, no. Not really that surprised that you haven't heard about us"
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.
They let go of the bars, backing up to the wall. “Then… who are you?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"The only people who resisted the angels, and AAM"
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.
*Tartar, roleplay?*
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 looks to continue the questioning, but groans in pain from his injuries. “Can I get those stitches now?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"One last question, do you feel safe?"
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.
They just stare in silence. “I’m bleeding out in a cell.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!