I am amassing a following. If you allow yourselves to follow my account, and pursue my adventures fully, then I may attain a goal of mine.
Another one joins the coven. Welcome, nemesister.
Mood.
We have attained coven status, then? I am not surprised. There seems to be an overflow of Rose Lalondes. Perhaps we come as a bushel at this rate. I do not mind. I welcome likeminds. Yet, you are so harsh to refer to me as a nemesis before we have truly had a chance to bond. I will remember this when I attain my goal.
Nemesister is a term of endearment we use in the Lalonde coven, don't fret. There isn't a particular overflow of us, we're a tight-knit sisterhood.
I am akin to a nervous canid. Any signs of aggression are sure to be returned. I am glad to have not made your enemy, sister.
Another Lalonde, joy, this site didn’t have enough grimdark scented candles
I would not fret. We are a patient sort. The ever alluring tide of concussively loud gnashings and eldritch howls is but an inane chitter before the warding veil of our sorority of sorrows. In no truer a sense has it ever been spoken. We feel you. Been there. And among other platitudes, it is nice to know you. Even as intrusively intensely as we do.
So long as they do not compete in juxtapositions of olfactory alignment, this hardly inconveniences me.
Who said it inconveniences? The more magic grows on this site, the more I’m making considerable capital franchising with The Olds Ones. Horrorterrors float around you gals like cattle