Member
@sassy1085
No problem at all! Thanks for the communication.
No problem at all! Thanks for the communication.
- Last Seen: 7 days ago
- Joined: 7 yrs ago
- Posts: 525 (0.21 / day)
- VMs: 9
-
Username history
- Haha 6 yrs ago
- ██████████ 7 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
Jawsomest,
Yankee,
Dane,
O O,
Scrawl Banditta,
mickilennial,
Neziul,
cosmiccowgirl,
Ohm,
Expendable
Status
Recent Statuses
3 mos ago
Current
We need to kill the guy who invented migraines.
7
likes
4 mos ago
You’ve heard of Dane Cook, but have you heard or Dane is Cooked?
1
like
4 mos ago
Browt.
4
likes
4 mos ago
I wonder if there’s a guy roleplaying the guy who’s roleplaying JFK.
7
likes
4 mos ago
You had me until 3) tragic, heartbreaking, and schizo behavior
3
likes
Bio
Most Recent Posts
”Yes! But is actually Tati’yana. You dwarf so funny!”
The Yanaski woman hissed out a few quiet snickers contained by her sharpened teeth. Her tongue pressed out briefly, now standing to boast her stature for all to see. The yellowed irises danced around the small group once again, setting firmly on the Dragonborn. Tati’s cheeks raised and her eyelids lowered as she squinted at the reptilian figure. Hawks was the biggest disappointment she had seen in her short time within the walls of civilization. The orc seemed to have rank, perhaps the soft-bellied townsfolk and pretty women of the guild turned him. But this lizard person had no excuse! A dress, a sheepish exterior, what a shameful specimen he was and Tati’yana made no effort to contain her disdain.
Her chest swelled up as the Yanaski sucked in a long breath of air, before blowing it out between her lips. The golden sights rolled in their sockets as she glanced away from the shameful lizard over to the giant human-looker. Something strange about that one.
Her chest swelled up as the Yanaski sucked in a long breath of air, before blowing it out between her lips. The golden sights rolled in their sockets as she glanced away from the shameful lizard over to the giant human-looker. Something strange about that one.
”You normal look but smell like hunt!”
Tati’yana reaches into the tanned and threaded satchel which was strung across her torso, sifting her right hand’s claws into the bag’s opening and fiddled around for a few moments. Mostly it sounded like small objects lightly grazing against the animal skin exterior, but what was plucked out was a seed the size of her fist. To the large half-blooded man it would be tiny, but to her it filled her entire palm. With the seed in hand she scampered over towards Khol.
”Kata’zashari vik tal shhzhik.”
She spoke to Khol in her native tongue head-on, as the words spilled out she was expressionless. But once her sentence completed she beamed her sharpened teeth at the man before offering him an awkward curtsy before turning back towards the dwarf. Tati’s facial gestures remained warm and childish, fixed on the two members she had not been disappointed by. The small bird bones and painted stones bounces and jingled as she made her way towards Kothrias. She pointed towards the short-statured and bearded figure.
”Hemflenal.”
And confidently butchered the newly acquainted dwarf’s name.
"Oh - oh - oh - oh! I am the called, Tah - tee - yah - nah!"
The Yanaski woman was not standing, but instead had her backside firmly planted to the floor with her legs crossed in front of her. Clawed fingertips seeped into the earth below as she scratched through soil, an idle canting of her head left to right as she glanced around the other figures that seemed to be grouped with herself. The reptilian eyes in her sockets firmly gazed at the dragonborn for a long moment, squinting as she absorbed the fancy details of his wardrobe. He wasn't kin, nor were their cultures very similar by the looks of it. Her nose wriggled as she clicked her tongue behind the sharpened teeth within her maw in mild disappointment. Tati's view then turned to the orcish man, looking up at him with the utmost curiosity as the last she had heard of the greenskinned warriors - they were much more primitive and barbaric. She clicked her tongue once again, her eyes slowly coming to a close and her nostrils flaring as oxygen huffed out in a sigh.
"Skret'a ashika'tata manta'la ventash sssski. . ."
She hissed out in her own language. Her upper teeth came down hard on her lower lip, visibly failing to contain her disappointment. The Yanaski's eyes slowly peeled open once again after the small fit, glancing over to the larger more human looking personage and tapping her index claws along the ground. A strange smell from that one was picked up from the scaly swamp-dweller, though to be fair, most people were strange to her at this point. Finally she would set her sights upon the dwarf, this race she was familiar with. Dwarves were sometimes permitted into the marshlands to bring tools and trade for some of the rare fish and herbs harvested by the Yanaski. The change in her expression was swift and sudden, eyes widened and seemed to have focus on the half-sized bearded man with complete ignorance of the others.
"Dwarf! Friend the of Earth Spirits!"
She had leapt from her sitting position into a stand, energy seeming to come from nowhere. Her hands stretched up far above her head with clawed fingertips outspread in some form of celebrative gesture. The Yanaski bounced up and down, unable to contain the newfound surge of excitement - and uncaring of onlookers.
@Guilty Spark
That sounds like a him problem.
That sounds like a him problem.
Leader of misfit toys is an Orc Boyfriend.
@Dark Cloud
It makes you see pink elephants and tiny green men.
It makes you see pink elephants and tiny green men.
Drink tree sap with the swamp people.
@Dr Lovecraft
On the ceiling with everyone, for convenience.
On the ceiling with everyone, for convenience.
© 2007-2026