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ice cream!
ill take frozen yogurt!
c< depeNds ON tHe NigHt, but typically ice creaM >c
:33< ice cream!
funniest correction
:33 < yeah i like striders. theyre a 10 outta 10 in my book.
o-- \ n >< n / #fistbump! #juniorhappytohelp
B33 < caw
thanks i put a lot of thought into it
https://file.garden/an9qFDa3eyw3S2cF/daaave%20trollsona.png #trollsona
huh. i dunno. didnt think one could make a strider with no suffering in it
B33 < i think id be furicking unrecawgnizable tbh BX33 < so hard to say!
aight gimme a hot minute to find the comic im thinking of and put it back in ms paint
i dont have a drawing tablet anymore id have to use the mouse sbahj style wait ive drawn myself normal like that i can just change the colors and add horns
((Unquirk to see the full text OOCly! Thanks to Livemind for the regex!)) It’s sweltering in here, the final room that houses the final chain binding Bastet. The smell of hot metal (which has a smell, no matter what anyone tells you) is undercut by something else - an animalistic, feline musk, and blood. The chain rattles fill the room as Bastet moves, visible under the grate floors as a massive, hulking creature, dragging the remnants of the broken chains Nyrita’s already severed below. It looks up at Nyrita, massive blood red eyes glowing in the gloom. Nyrita does not look down, though, because her gaze is locked to the figure before her. She’s tall, standing over eight feet tall. Her clothes are immaculate, even in the heat, and there is no sweat that mars her …. What stops Nyrita cold, and sends a different kind of sweat down her spine, is the shape of her horns, the shade of her color of …, the symbol embroidered on her clothes. “Greetings, child,” says Marher Mastus, the …. “I did wonder how my descendant might fare, unable as I would have been to see her hatch.” Nyrita’s quiet for a moment, before she speaks. “I wouldn’t know. I’m not her.” The … scoffs. “Come now. You wear gray, you don’t wear our symbol, and you bleed gray, and you think that was enough to erase - “ “Shut up!” Nyrita’s yell echoes in the chamber, drowning out the sound of the chains - which stop, as even Bastet pauses in her pacing. “You don’t know anything about me! You don’t know anything you fucking … have put me through! I’m done! I’ve been done! It’s been six sweeps, and I’ve thrown it all away and been happier for it!” The echoes die down, and it’s silent, before The … speaks, her voice quiet. “And you know nothing of me, if you think I wanted you to suffer like you have.” Nyrita blinks. “What?” The … continues. “I suppose it makes sense that you don’t know who I am. I am not as … The … begins to pace the room, her oration growing impassioned, filling the space. … Nyrita blinks. “Okay. Sure. Fine. Whatever. I don’t care, though. Why are you here? Did Sophia pluck you from the afterlife, or something? Why am I listening to you, I’m going to sever the chain and be done with it.” Nyrita swings her chain at the one binding Bastet, the length telescoping - and snatched out of the air, by the …. “Because this is your legacy, Nyrita. The bonds that bind you, and support you. Even your denial of them does not mean you can escape them. You are controlled by … Nyrita snarls, and yanks the chain back. The … opens her hand and the chain returns. “So, what? You’re here to get me to be all zen? Let go of my past trauma?” “What better final test for a Prince of Blood than to finally erase their own blood, hm?” “Stay still, then.” Nyrita swings again, and the … catches it again, sighing. “You’re smarter than this, Nyrita. Anyone of my blood would have to be.” “Stop /saying/ that! Fine!” Nyrita thinks, grumpily. The … puts her hands behind her back, waiting patiently. …It’s funny she’s trying to sever the connection between herself and her ancestor with a chain, isn’t it. Not just metal, then. A swing powered by the severing of ties as a Prince of Blood can. Thwack! The … stumbles, but only a little. “More than that. It takes two ends to connect.” Still in Nyrita’s blood, then. Dammit. She ripped that color out of her soul! She threw it into the void. Fine. Fine! She flicks her claws out and they sparkle with rust-colored energy, before she slashes them across her face. Severance, the energy released by broken bonds, flowing into the weapon, and she strikes again. When the blow lands on her ancestor, she staggers, catches herself by leaning against the chain. “Half the definition, Nyrita! Half the answer. You know what it means to be a Prince. Do it!” Nyrita shakes her head, shaking the blood out of her eyes. To destroy. Or to destroy with. What will she use, then? What, in fact, will take the place of her bloodline, if it really, truly is severed? She grips the chain, and thinks. She thinks of Karama. Of Furann. Of every friend, and partner, and acquaintance, and person she happens to see that she’s spending time with instead. Of her true legacy, rather than what was given to her. Her chosen bonds, the ones she keeps instead of cutting off. She swings. The … falls. The chain binding Bastet shatters. Everything goes white.
now i want a trollsona
B33 < peanut butter jelly time
Yes! #juniorbadgedyou
BX33 < yeah nah cant choose on this one sorry dude
Why not 8oth?
Yes
small nap for dave
((gotta admit I'm curious!))
Baseball bat
// troll Ricky TrailerParkBoys...
...not edgy...practical. plus it's what i have on hand.....
I used to be an alt me hater but now I'm an alt me whateverer. That guy's his own guy.
aight mad ill look into it
Hmm. I feel slightly called out here
B33 < unless its funny
wings man come on thats sick
((holy shit I owe you my life, thank you!!!))
are you ever aliive and youre liike damn that2 crazy
B33 < hmmm ill go with wings B33 < def wings
I like my wings being cosmetic for aurafarming and gender affirmation. If I wanted to be an asshole I'd argue that, thematically speaking, the wings give the flight because they're a whole other person and I got flight as a consequence of my matespritship with her.
B33 < yeah im ngl wings is just more fun even if its tiring h33h33
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in my apartment and all i can hear from my upstairs neighbour was "yippie" shortly followed by "fuck"
⦓ Oh! That's fun, then! ⦔
B33 < listen ive gotta rep werewolves even if im on the pawposite side of the furry divide B33 < that said that one sailor alien catgirl furom treasure planet alone nyalmost outweighs that
⦓ Oh, I thought you were asking which was more attractive... ⦔ ⦓ ... Running through the woods, I think. ⦔
As long as you don't shoot me with silver bullets, I should be fine.
Werewolf.
⦓ Werewolf... ⦔
B33 < save me b33f jerky B33 < b33f jerky save me B33 < (im fine im just tired)
i think even if re(ent events haven't biased me i'd still go vampire
Thought I was feeling sick but it turns out I just had to burp really bad.
ran outta bullets mid-drill n fuckin. kicked the empty mag straight at the guys throat lmaoo #cw-violence
B;33 < and the saddles with the straps
Cowboy.
B33 < gonna have to land in camp cowpoke i think
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" Yeehaw ".
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Yes. 1 am apprec1ated. 1 w1ll r1de th1s h1gh for the next century.
/.no.problem.\
Beep boop. Bitches Be Mad Bc I'd Be Clanking.
♡⸝⸝ HAHAHA NICEEEEEEEE <3 ⸝⸝♤
♡⸝⸝ HAHAHA CU777E KNOWS CU777E, DOLL <3 ⸝⸝♤
♡⸝⸝ U CU777E AS FUCK BOO <3 ⸝⸝♤
a visually pleasant distraction from the RMHCA that intends to turn me into a brick or something.
♡⸝⸝ ((OOOO AWESOMEEEE 7his ar7 is so lovely!!)) ⸝⸝♤
((that was meant to be ooc <3))