Jayden

GOOD MORNING HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY, REMEMBER TO BUNDLE UP CAUSE IT IS STUPIDLY COLD OUT THERE

The French glass door swung open with a ringing as is hit several small entry bells, Carne laughed at his allies’ comment as he stepped through the entryway. “Oh don’t fret, I’m sure those rumors are quite baselessss..-“ he trailed off as he looked up to the service counter, a long red tail leading around the corner, flicking and coiling absent mindedly. Connected to said tail was a widening torso cut off by a silky red kilt around the waist of the shop owner, Carne’s view continued up, taking in extravagant clothe which could only be owned by a merchant, and reaching the stranger’s head, the red scales branched from his neck into a fashionable cobra-hood. 
          
          Ryvern finally spoke, his thins tongue flicking in amusement, “took you long enough to reach my eyes, friend~”

(Internet is screwy, might’ve posted multiple times)

“No no no, I’ll handle him” Carne assured his companions before pulling up the bandit by his collar and dragging him behind the treeline, throwing him down against the base of an oak as soon as they were out of sight, removing his helmet.
          
          “You were quite.. ‘annoying’ on our journey thus far, young one, I’m inclined to kill you now, but you still retain use for me alive” he said as his stature changed from the heavy handed masquerade of a knight, to a stately lord’s figure, his hands behind his back, his chest and head held high as he looked down at the smaller man before him. 
          
          “Ain’t no words are comin out of me, bastard.” The bandit spat on the soil, “no livin’ man could scare me” 
          
          Carne smiled wide as he kneeled down, “well it looks like I’m in luck” he retorted as he reached up with both hands to his mouth, gripping the top and bottom of his jaw as he tore away his outer layer of flesh from the bone beneath, his glowing pupil-like eyes boring into the shaggy bandit as he leaned close enough to hear his shuddering breath. “And I will pull every morsel of information out of your frontal lobe if I do find convenient..”

*looking at foundries on Amazon* “gonna build a sword~ gonna build a sword~ gonna build a painfully expensive sword~”

hey good morning!!!
          i was listening to "Love Song" by KoRn earlier and I realized that "Love Song For The Dear Departed" would also be a great title for a death-focused story, in case you want to keep that in your back pocket for any future stories of yours!!!!!

quick question can I adopt Cyle as my son?????

Dropped a chapter! Hopefully it’s okay
          Going to have long stretches between submissions, I’m trying to keep it edited and paced properly

My fellows… I have some wonderful dnd news..
          
          I have consistently rolled solid 20’s(natural or with stats) for the past several days, and would like to give thanks to whatever deity has blessed me on the dice board, thereby furthering our campaign(and therefore my story).
          
          I will be making a sacrifice tonight of steak, fajita, or something of similar nature to the goddess of fate and fortune

Pushing him up against the wall, Irene showed her teeth in a wide smile, her feathers surpunding them as she pressed her body to Carne’s, “so forceful, my blooming bacarra..~ One would think you’re trying to harm your master~” he taunted as his clawlike hands trailed up her body and to her neck, his left wrapping around her fair skin while his right cupped her cheek, stroking his thumb just beneath her eye. She gasped, but kept her smile bright, “don’t tell me you wouldn’t like it just as me, my lord~ my king~ a-agh..~” she stammered slightly as he tugged her closer, the flames in his eyes burning ever brighter as he opened his mouth, a cascade of tendons and muscle growing from where his throat would be, fabricating and grafting into a long and twisting tongue, trailing its tip up her neck slowly, circling around every sensitive spot of her skin he spent years learning, reaching her chin and drawing back. Both of them fell silent in the darkness, heavy breathing filling the air..
          
          “Long live the king of death..~”
          
          “And let him claim his queen~”