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A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

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Take care @Lmpkio

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My post is going to be kind of brief because of the loss. My apologies for any lack of substance.

The Sanctuary

𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓵

"This one is Mirithal." He said again, believing that Tania had forgotten it. A common mistake. It was good to remind itself. A new name takes a while to stick.

Before it eyes Mirithal saw that it was replaced with stone blocks that encompassed the rest of the hallways. It made no noticably expression but the moss of green gave way to prickling thorns of alarm. It wasn't expecting this, and it did kind of feel slightly threatened by the sudden change in its environment. He was a creature of the present and instinct. Much like most of nature itself.

She then gave him instructions. "Like chase the beast. No. Come find me." The sproutlings liked to hide in the brush and bid others to try to find it. They were so clever. Mirithal made sure to sculpt them like the soft barks. To find ways to see the world, change it, and find joy within it. Find and catch.

It realized something. It could still hear her, even though there was a wall in the way. Her words came clear. It wasn't like the voices in his head, no it was his ears. Mirithal looked at the wall. Find and catch. She hides behind a wall. Stone gives way to roots. It must be a weak wall to let her little voice through. His hand extends, his fingers breaking off into dozens of roots. They gripped and pierced at the wall, the walls around it, trying to embed within the cracks. It just a few seconds it looked like a latice works, burrowing, squeezing.

What it felt was confusing, confusing enough to give Mirithal pause as it attempted to deciper what this wall was. It resisted, yet didn't. Mirithal knew it could get through any wall eventually. But it was still odd. Eventually it just decided the direct approach. Its other arm seemed to bulge as wood knot upon wood knot molded onto his hand, and before long it looked like a gnarled club on the end of his arm. He reared back and put his weight into a strick. The roots would make the cracks, the smash should go through.

Knock down the wall.

Tales in Elysia: a 1x1 Interest Check for a Sci-Fantasy

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@Stern Algorithm
I just joined up a few pages ago, managing to get involved prob a day in RP time. Its job and episodic based and I managed to make it work.

Just throwing my two cents in. Its easy to catch up on current events. ^-^

Speaking of, im waiting on Morgans reply but if nothing Ill post again in a little bit.

The Sanctuary

𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓵

Tania's claim and floating infront of him caused his head to tilt a little bit. "Play? Small soft barks trade information for playing?" The 'tail' Mirithal had as part of his form wagged a little bit and his hands twitched almost like that prancing it did when it was a giant monster tree like a dog waiting to go for a walk. The face remained expressionless but body language, Mirithal gave alot away.

"Spending time with you Tania isn't work. I would like that." From the horn, a bud would sprout and begin to grow into a ripening apple. Indeed, alot of little things, tiny berries, moss, even a grape seemed to be growing from his form with the excitement of his first meaningful social interaction with another of the race that didn't involve weapons, or atleast he hoped it wasnt. For now, Tania's glow of yellow set the Veidish at ease.

Its dark eyes looked away from Tania with the slightest upturn of his head. Very calmly. "I don't know what soft barks play. The sproutlings had a few games. Maybe chasing beasts. Or grow something new. Or pollinating. Or sculpting and pruning. Or throw the rock. Or knock down the stone. Or find the roots. Or-" Mirithal suddenly stopped talking, simply standing there motionless and expressionless for a little bit as his body seemed to stop growing its little bits of life. "This one is sorry. Sometimes I get excited."

Tales in Elysia: The Marauders (Western Sci - Fantasy)

@vietmyke

Sounds awesome and please do!

Tales in Elysia: The Marauders (Western Sci - Fantasy)

1 CS Finished
3 CS WIP

Still looking for more

Tales in Elysia: a 1x1 Interest Check for a Sci-Fantasy

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Other Quick Ideas for Potentially Romance Plots

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Unheroic: A Second Chance [ENDED]

Fixed err :P

The Sanctuary

"It's my little friend."

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Mirithal stopped when he felt a little weight on its shoulder, but mostly it stopped because of the familiar voice. It turned its head, features somewhat goatlike, even punctuated by the branch like horns that adorned his head. Lucky he didn't clock her when he turned to look in her direction. Little black dress and little blue wings. "I am Mirithal." His voice was undeniably a mans voice now. Deep in baritone, a fatherly voice that seemed slow and collected. "Hello Tania." The greeting was devoid of true emotion and seemed merely a parroting of how soft barks works.

He widened his stance, raised his arms slightly and he peered down to look at his new form. "Do I look lost?" How does one 'look' lost? Maybe he got this form wrong. He wondered if he should go back and try again. Regardless he addressed her again, taking a moment to think. "I am lost. This one needs food. The ground is dry and tasteless here. Looking for the mess hall. Or a garden. Or more life so I can plant myself. We can search together." He said before stepping forward again, enlisting her help without her input, merely going forward down the hall.

For the rigidity of his movements and his odd unbalanced strides, it was a smooth ride for the passanger.

@Rune_Alchemist