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Godhood Lite: Cradle of the Gods

"You know what this place needs?"

The face of a cow with many eyes emerged from a veil made by the fabric of reality itself, easing its way out cheerfully. As It observed the surroundings, it nodded its head, continuing to pull the rest of its bovine body into existence. "There is a great lacking in BOVINES," wailed the god, stamping its left front hoof on the western most piece of land, missing and instead hitting a cluster of islands. There were two large ones with two much smaller ones that reminded it very much of a human with rather obnoxiously large arms. The image earned a chuckle from the god, and it took on its humanoid form, a large sleeves attached to a beautiful gown barely concealing hooves.

"Well, I didn't mean to claim this place, but as my hooves have graced it first," started the It, a smile on its face, "May bovines that look the most like me rest here. But rather than my all seeing eyes, replace them with hide as..."- hm. Well that was a dillemma. It didn't want these new creations to look exactly like him- it'd tried before and it was jarring to see itself massacred, though at the same time highly intriguing. The it pushed its dark hair from its face, the wailing bothering his thoughts when- "aha! Replace my many eyes with hide as dark as my hair. Perfect. Here the most perfect bovines will rest." The it nodded its head in pride, smiling under the dark hair that had fallen once more over its face, disappearing over the seas to the land it'd originally meant to claim.

"And here," stated the god, "Shall be where the rest of your bovine brothers shall roam. Some alike to the first in patterns, others not so much. There shall be... ones with horns! Because horns are great. Yeah. This is a good start."

Godhood Lite: Cradle of the Gods

Toaw said
Huh, still don't understand why it is associated with cows. /sarcasm

yeah,, its very strange It doesnt understand where that rumour came from???:/

Godhood Lite: Cradle of the Gods

meanwhile i shall make cows

many

many cows

A Town on the Edge of Nowhere

i am such shit at first posts i tend to babble a lot and im sorry but might as well get it over with a ug h://///

A Town on the Edge of Nowhere

Brown eyes flickered open, sweat sticking unruly short brown hair to a damp, flat pillow. The last time that Parker remembered looking at before clocking out was 7:33AM, and before that, 6:59AM, and before that, 5:42AM. Now... the girl reached a lanky arm for the other side of the bed, where her phone lay charging. Not. Apparently in her nightly fits, she'd accidentally smacked her phone and the charger in separation, and her phone battery blinked at a warm seventy percent. Reaching for the charger that'd fallen to the ground, Parker easily snapped the two back together, her phone buzzing in her hand. Eight o'clock. Well, perhaps that was enough sleeping anyways.

The girl slowly pulled herself up, repeating a soft mantra of, "Deep breath in, deep breath out." There was always something disorienting in waking up to unfamiliar places, which was why Parker tried to do so only when necessary. She sat at the side of her bed, resting her elbow to her knees, her thin arms looking even thinner from the odd shadows placed by the leaking sunlight. "Deep breath in," she whispered as she inhaled, counting to eight in her head, "Deep breath out," her breath came out as a low hiss, elongated to ten seconds. She did the ritual three more times before rising to her feet, making her way to the curtain covered windows and tossing them aside. Man, how was she gonna earn enough for those plane tickets? Maybe she could just hitchhike her way home, thought Parker to herself as she started to her bed once more, the idea of hitchhiking tugging a smile on her lips. That was possible one of the stupidest ideas she could've thought of.

She unplugged her phone, disappointed to see that it'd only charged two more percents than being completely charged despite the small amount of time that'd passed, tucking it in between her shorts and underwear, seeing as she found no other place to put it given the lack of pockets. Parker made her way to her partially unzipped luggage, opening it the whole way and tossing on a tee over her tank top, slipping off her shorts and gripping her phone as she changed into another pair- these with pockets, and not as short as the last one. Her stomach growled as she slam dunked the short shorts in with the rest of her luggage, and Parker decided that it was probably a good time to head down for some breakfast.

Her foot accidentally knocked against another bag she'd bought with her, filled with her electronic needs, and as she did so, accidentally knocked out a box. It was, perhaps, a bit foreignly effeminate given that it had been a gift from her mother. A makeup bag, her mother had told her, as though it was something she would use. Even as a child Parker had been a bit of a tomboy, but the idea of makeup was so terrifyingly obscure that she strayed from it. Why bother learning about something you weren't good at, anyways? Well, as for the kit, it was now stuffed with her female goods, as well as the bottle of medicine and vitamins she found necessary to take with her.

Reaching a tan arm towards the fallen kit, Parker opened it and pulled out her medicine bottle, deciding that perhaps she should take it today. It had been, after all, a week since she'd touched the things. Then again... it /had/ been a week since she'd touch the things, and she was fine. So, maybe... Parker placed the pill bottle back into the kit and zipped it shut, tossing the heart patterned box onto the bed. Slipping on sandals, she headed out of her room, making sure her key was in her pocket.

The small corridor made /it/ not too hard to miss. Parker remembered her lessons, however, and avoided eye contact, turning her body so her back faced the glowering owl. It had only been a glimpse, she noted to herself, but the hallway seemed much smaller after seeing Miss Fortune. Parker reached for the wall to her right, wondering if it was perhaps because of how cramped the owl man had looked, contorting his body to fit in the slim rectangular shape. Before she could continue thinking, her nostrils were filled with the scent of food, and her stomach growled again.

Her dark brown bangs bounced over her eyes as she walked past a head banging individual, obviously quite enamored in his music. She heard him take a seat behind her, and it was only then did her eyes sweep over the room, to catch the number of people seated. It wasn't too large, but it wasn't as though everyone was alone either. Though, spare the two loudly chatting it up, it did seem everyone was rather... well...
Parker turned to grab herself a a meal, conversation hummed dimly behind her. Opting for two bowls rather than a plate, Parker poured herself a bowlful of cereal and milk, the other bowl piled high with a mix of vegetables and fruit. She passed by the coffee machine as she made her way to an available seat across a man with a mouthful of egg and a plateful of a plain bagel, her nose scrunching instinctively at the stench. Never was a fan of coffee, and it embarrassed her as an "adult" to admit it- someone giggled in the distance, as though having noticed her face, but Parker put it off as someone else minding their own conversation.

"Hope you don't mind," she nodded to her seatmate, regarding her occupancy of part of the table, taking a spoonful of cereal before the other party could respond.

a dumb demon killers school rp

inni: either three or four

also wowee lookit all the neato characters poppin up

Nightmares

"Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!"

Name: Argo Shepherd

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Male

Physical Description: Standing at a meager five foot even and weighing at a solid ninety pounds, Argo is small in size. His skin is pale, to the point that some parts are a pink-ish hue. His shoulders, for instance, pink at the hint of sunlight, as do his knees, his cheeks, his ears and his nose. He has a head full of soft, dull blonde hair, as though bleached repeatedly. Argo assures, however, that it is natural, and as photographs of younger years show, it seems indeed to be genuine. His eyes are an ocean green with hints of a blueish hue. Considering his curls it is very hard to see, but Argo has a mole right under his left eye. The young man usually composes himself with a posture of perfection, standing with his back straight and feet planted on the ground, though he does have the bad habit of tip toeing now and again.

Pact: Argo made a trade with a spirit named Uego. She is sweet at times, like a mother eager to get all up in her kids' business, but if shown disrespect will show the other side of the coin- that is to say, Uego gets really, really, nasty. She enjoys the company of others, but only shows affection if shown affection tenfold back. Uego took Argo's voice upon entering the Nightmare, granting Argo the gift to create bubbles. When made small, Argo is able to create a massive amount, their popping causing damage to anything the residue touches. He is only able to create a finite amount of bubbles, unable to make anything past the number until more bubbles pop. Argo also has the option of creating a bubble large enough to hold him and provide a suitable defense.

Personality: Argo tends to be on the overly friendly side, and sometimes a bit too touchy-feely for others' comfort. Small in size but loud in spirit, Argo is very energetic and eager, often voicing his thoughts prior to mulling them over in his head. When he sings his favourite Christian hymns, however, his blonde curls almost trick the eye into a halo, his sea green eyes reminiscent to an untouchable angel. Other than that, however, Argo acts as your typical ten-year-old.

a dumb demon killers school rp

it's all gonna be a fun, hilarious surprise >:33

hehehehe
I'm super excited about it

a dumb demon killers school rp

they're actually all gonna be in the same class regardless of age >:3

a dumb demon killers school rp

tends to be pretty okay in terms of demon/human relation, but there are some racists that cause dispute in the halls of the academy. Nothing students can't handle. as far as other races, the only races for now will be demons and humans because any more would get me off in a tangent and just. huff. I am a lazy butt.

the only common magical quirk in humans is the whole being able to see demons thing. Otherwise, anything beyond that is by birth defect/blessing/curse/blood. I could also say science experiment, but again, let's pretend that doesn't exist because bluhhuhhuhhuh