Sarlok is laying dramatically on their cloud, bored because there's no one to annoy
DEITY is writing an equation for an insectivore
Bríz lands on their cloud, frowning. "Sarlok. We are not alone in these areas." 6
A wisp of black smoke comes from a small butterfly that does not seem to belong to the island, a trail coming from Kalaposi's island. It's black and purple, with roselike patterns on its wings. (2 creation points) 3
"What do you mean?"
A drone inspects it. "Fascinating"
“There is a forest near here. Good hunting, but I suspect another deity has created it.”
Kalaposi exits the rotting black trees of their island, onto the silver beach, and starts to walk closer.
"Excellent. I'll have to go over and 'greet the neighbors'"
"Your creation meaningfully adds to the environment, kalaposi"
“They’re too close for my liking… If you could throw in some threats with the greeting, that would be wonderful.” Bríz says, missing the undertone.
“I doubt your people will like this as much. It is a Smokefly. They rarely reproduce, but they bite, and their venom is deadly.” They sigh. “I just wanted to make something beautiful.”
Sarlok is laying dramatically on their cloud, bored because there's no one to annoy
DEITY is writing an equation for an insectivore
Bríz lands on their cloud, frowning. "Sarlok. We are not alone in these areas." 6
A wisp of black smoke comes from a small butterfly that does not seem to belong to the island, a trail coming from Kalaposi's island. It's black and purple, with roselike patterns on its wings. (2 creation points) 3
"What do you mean?"
A drone inspects it. "Fascinating"
“There is a forest near here. Good hunting, but I suspect another deity has created it.”
Kalaposi exits the rotting black trees of their island, onto the silver beach, and starts to walk closer.
"Excellent. I'll have to go over and 'greet the neighbors'"
"Your creation meaningfully adds to the environment, kalaposi"
“They’re too close for my liking… If you could throw in some threats with the greeting, that would be wonderful.” Bríz says, missing the undertone.
“I doubt your people will like this as much. It is a Smokefly. They rarely reproduce, but they bite, and their venom is deadly.” They sigh. “I just wanted to make something beautiful.”
"That was my implication, yes"
"I//We Am//Are unable to appreciate its aesthetics"
Sarlok is laying dramatically on their cloud, bored because there's no one to annoy
DEITY is writing an equation for an insectivore
Bríz lands on their cloud, frowning. "Sarlok. We are not alone in these areas." 6
A wisp of black smoke comes from a small butterfly that does not seem to belong to the island, a trail coming from Kalaposi's island. It's black and purple, with roselike patterns on its wings. (2 creation points) 3
"What do you mean?"
A drone inspects it. "Fascinating"
“There is a forest near here. Good hunting, but I suspect another deity has created it.”
Kalaposi exits the rotting black trees of their island, onto the silver beach, and starts to walk closer.
"Excellent. I'll have to go over and 'greet the neighbors'"
"Your creation meaningfully adds to the environment, kalaposi"
“They’re too close for my liking… If you could throw in some threats with the greeting, that would be wonderful.” Bríz says, missing the undertone.
“I doubt your people will like this as much. It is a Smokefly. They rarely reproduce, but they bite, and their venom is deadly.” They sigh. “I just wanted to make something beautiful.”
"That was my implication, yes"
"I//We Am//Are unable to appreciate its aesthetics"
"Thank you."
"All it causes is death... aesthetics truly do not matter."
Sarlok is laying dramatically on their cloud, bored because there's no one to annoy
DEITY is writing an equation for an insectivore
Bríz lands on their cloud, frowning. "Sarlok. We are not alone in these areas." 6
A wisp of black smoke comes from a small butterfly that does not seem to belong to the island, a trail coming from Kalaposi's island. It's black and purple, with roselike patterns on its wings. (2 creation points) 3
"What do you mean?"
A drone inspects it. "Fascinating"
“There is a forest near here. Good hunting, but I suspect another deity has created it.”
Kalaposi exits the rotting black trees of their island, onto the silver beach, and starts to walk closer.
"Excellent. I'll have to go over and 'greet the neighbors'"
"Your creation meaningfully adds to the environment, kalaposi"
“They’re too close for my liking… If you could throw in some threats with the greeting, that would be wonderful.” Bríz says, missing the undertone.
“I doubt your people will like this as much. It is a Smokefly. They rarely reproduce, but they bite, and their venom is deadly.” They sigh. “I just wanted to make something beautiful.”
"That was my implication, yes"
"I//We Am//Are unable to appreciate its aesthetics"
"Thank you."
"All it causes is death... aesthetics truly do not matter."
"Id best be off then"
"As a power of decay//rot, do you not wish to cause death?"
Sarlok is laying dramatically on their cloud, bored because there's no one to annoy
DEITY is writing an equation for an insectivore
Bríz lands on their cloud, frowning. "Sarlok. We are not alone in these areas." 6
A wisp of black smoke comes from a small butterfly that does not seem to belong to the island, a trail coming from Kalaposi's island. It's black and purple, with roselike patterns on its wings. (2 creation points) 3
"What do you mean?"
A drone inspects it. "Fascinating"
“There is a forest near here. Good hunting, but I suspect another deity has created it.”
Kalaposi exits the rotting black trees of their island, onto the silver beach, and starts to walk closer.
"Excellent. I'll have to go over and 'greet the neighbors'"
"Your creation meaningfully adds to the environment, kalaposi"
“They’re too close for my liking… If you could throw in some threats with the greeting, that would be wonderful.” Bríz says, missing the undertone.
“I doubt your people will like this as much. It is a Smokefly. They rarely reproduce, but they bite, and their venom is deadly.” They sigh. “I just wanted to make something beautiful.”
"That was my implication, yes"
"I//We Am//Are unable to appreciate its aesthetics"
"Thank you."
"All it causes is death... aesthetics truly do not matter."
"Id best be off then"
"As a power of decay//rot, do you not wish to cause death?"
"Alright."
"No. I hate my power. I wish to be mortal, I wish to be loved. Everything I create with my power is corrupted."
Sarlok is laying dramatically on their cloud, bored because there's no one to annoy
DEITY is writing an equation for an insectivore
Bríz lands on their cloud, frowning. "Sarlok. We are not alone in these areas." 6
A wisp of black smoke comes from a small butterfly that does not seem to belong to the island, a trail coming from Kalaposi's island. It's black and purple, with roselike patterns on its wings. (2 creation points) 3
"What do you mean?"
A drone inspects it. "Fascinating"
“There is a forest near here. Good hunting, but I suspect another deity has created it.”
Kalaposi exits the rotting black trees of their island, onto the silver beach, and starts to walk closer.
"Excellent. I'll have to go over and 'greet the neighbors'"
"Your creation meaningfully adds to the environment, kalaposi"
“They’re too close for my liking… If you could throw in some threats with the greeting, that would be wonderful.” Bríz says, missing the undertone.
“I doubt your people will like this as much. It is a Smokefly. They rarely reproduce, but they bite, and their venom is deadly.” They sigh. “I just wanted to make something beautiful.”
"That was my implication, yes"
"I//We Am//Are unable to appreciate its aesthetics"
"Thank you."
"All it causes is death... aesthetics truly do not matter."
"Id best be off then"
"As a power of decay//rot, do you not wish to cause death?"
"Alright."
"No. I hate my power. I wish to be mortal, I wish to be loved. Everything I create with my power is corrupted."
They grin, knife sharp, before snapping their fingers, and changing their outfit to a black suit with lightning for pinstripes, a matching fedora, and bright blue carnation on their lapel, flapping their four wings, and flying away
"Fascinating. Despite my//our love for humans, becoming mortal my//ourselves would be a betrayal of my//our purpose in being. An interesting dichotomy"
"I exist to cause suffering. Who would want that? I could do much greater good as a mortal."
"How would you be free of your power? Conceivably, you could make yourself mortal"
"I'm sure if I used my power to make myself mortal, something would go wrong. It always does."
"Your energies are not always corrupted. Behold your works" the main body holds out a Titanic bronze finger, and the smokefly alights on it. Several drones inspect their island.
"I exist to cause suffering. Who would want that? I could do much greater good as a mortal."
"How would you be free of your power? Conceivably, you could make yourself mortal"
"I'm sure if I used my power to make myself mortal, something would go wrong. It always does."
"Your energies are not always corrupted. Behold your works" the main body holds out a Titanic bronze finger, and the smokefly alights on it. Several drones inspect their island.
"I exist to cause suffering. Who would want that? I could do much greater good as a mortal."
"How would you be free of your power? Conceivably, you could make yourself mortal"
"I'm sure if I used my power to make myself mortal, something would go wrong. It always does."
"Your energies are not always corrupted. Behold your works" the main body holds out a Titanic bronze finger, and the smokefly alights on it. Several drones inspect their island.
"They always end in death, though."
"Mortality ends in death. That is what eventually will befal you"
"I exist to cause suffering. Who would want that? I could do much greater good as a mortal."
"How would you be free of your power? Conceivably, you could make yourself mortal"
"I'm sure if I used my power to make myself mortal, something would go wrong. It always does."
"Your energies are not always corrupted. Behold your works" the main body holds out a Titanic bronze finger, and the smokefly alights on it. Several drones inspect their island.
"They always end in death, though."
"Mortality ends in death. That is what eventually will befal you"
"Death for me sounds like a far better fate than death for others."
"I exist to cause suffering. Who would want that? I could do much greater good as a mortal."
"How would you be free of your power? Conceivably, you could make yourself mortal"
"I'm sure if I used my power to make myself mortal, something would go wrong. It always does."
"Your energies are not always corrupted. Behold your works" the main body holds out a Titanic bronze finger, and the smokefly alights on it. Several drones inspect their island.
"They always end in death, though."
"Mortality ends in death. That is what eventually will befal you"
"Death for me sounds like a far better fate than death for others."
"Then, logically, your becoming mortal, would already end in death, why do you fear it? It is illogical"
"I exist to cause suffering. Who would want that? I could do much greater good as a mortal."
"How would you be free of your power? Conceivably, you could make yourself mortal"
"I'm sure if I used my power to make myself mortal, something would go wrong. It always does."
"Your energies are not always corrupted. Behold your works" the main body holds out a Titanic bronze finger, and the smokefly alights on it. Several drones inspect their island.
"They always end in death, though."
"Mortality ends in death. That is what eventually will befal you"
"Death for me sounds like a far better fate than death for others."
"Then, logically, your becoming mortal, would already end in death, why do you fear it? It is illogical"
"I exist to cause suffering. Who would want that? I could do much greater good as a mortal."
"How would you be free of your power? Conceivably, you could make yourself mortal"
"I'm sure if I used my power to make myself mortal, something would go wrong. It always does."
"Your energies are not always corrupted. Behold your works" the main body holds out a Titanic bronze finger, and the smokefly alights on it. Several drones inspect their island.
"They always end in death, though."
"Mortality ends in death. That is what eventually will befal you"
"Death for me sounds like a far better fate than death for others."
"Then, logically, your becoming mortal, would already end in death, why do you fear it? It is illogical"
"I suppose..." They say.
"I//we would offer you a place on my//our island, but it is not yet ready"
"I exist to cause suffering. Who would want that? I could do much greater good as a mortal."
"How would you be free of your power? Conceivably, you could make yourself mortal"
"I'm sure if I used my power to make myself mortal, something would go wrong. It always does."
"Your energies are not always corrupted. Behold your works" the main body holds out a Titanic bronze finger, and the smokefly alights on it. Several drones inspect their island.
"They always end in death, though."
"Mortality ends in death. That is what eventually will befal you"
"Death for me sounds like a far better fate than death for others."
"Then, logically, your becoming mortal, would already end in death, why do you fear it? It is illogical"
"I suppose..." They say.
"I//we would offer you a place on my//our island, but it is not yet ready"
"Thank you for your kindness, DEITY. It has meant a lot to me."
*alright finally had a functioning idea for something here gonna work on it a bit more*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"I exist to cause suffering. Who would want that? I could do much greater good as a mortal."
"How would you be free of your power? Conceivably, you could make yourself mortal"
"I'm sure if I used my power to make myself mortal, something would go wrong. It always does."
"Your energies are not always corrupted. Behold your works" the main body holds out a Titanic bronze finger, and the smokefly alights on it. Several drones inspect their island.
"They always end in death, though."
"Mortality ends in death. That is what eventually will befal you"
"Death for me sounds like a far better fate than death for others."
"Then, logically, your becoming mortal, would already end in death, why do you fear it? It is illogical"
"I suppose..." They say.
"I//we would offer you a place on my//our island, but it is not yet ready"
"Thank you for your kindness, DEITY. It has meant a lot to me."
"I//we am//are incapable of kindness. I//we can only manage an approximation"
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"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
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“They’re too close for my liking… If you could throw in some threats with the greeting, that would be wonderful.” Bríz says, missing the undertone.
“I doubt your people will like this as much. It is a Smokefly. They rarely reproduce, but they bite, and their venom is deadly.” They sigh. “I just wanted to make something beautiful.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"That was my implication, yes"
"I//We Am//Are unable to appreciate its aesthetics"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Thank you."
"All it causes is death... aesthetics truly do not matter."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
She drowned, too focused on water to realize that she was dying.
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
"Id best be off then"
"As a power of decay//rot, do you not wish to cause death?"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Alright."
"No. I hate my power. I wish to be mortal, I wish to be loved. Everything I create with my power is corrupted."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
They grin, knife sharp, before snapping their fingers, and changing their outfit to a black suit with lightning for pinstripes, a matching fedora, and bright blue carnation on their lapel, flapping their four wings, and flying away
"Fascinating. Despite my//our love for humans, becoming mortal my//ourselves would be a betrayal of my//our purpose in being. An interesting dichotomy"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
*cut with Cap*
*end*
"I exist to cause suffering. Who would want that? I could do much greater good as a mortal."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"How would you be free of your power? Conceivably, you could make yourself mortal"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"I'm sure if I used my power to make myself mortal, something would go wrong. It always does."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Your energies are not always corrupted. Behold your works" the main body holds out a Titanic bronze finger, and the smokefly alights on it. Several drones inspect their island.
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"They always end in death, though."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Mortality ends in death. That is what eventually will befal you"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Death for me sounds like a far better fate than death for others."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Then, logically, your becoming mortal, would already end in death, why do you fear it? It is illogical"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"I suppose..." They say.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"I//we would offer you a place on my//our island, but it is not yet ready"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Thank you for your kindness, DEITY. It has meant a lot to me."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*alright finally had a functioning idea for something here gonna work on it a bit more*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"I//we am//are incapable of kindness. I//we can only manage an approximation"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby