Briony

okay, okay, i know I haven't posted about my game! Fine, here's Briony and Ivan's full body sketches....

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please make c.ai bots of your characters i want to talk to them

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Go talk to them. I don't want my creations or content put into ai..

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Updated intro below:

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Author: @webleedwater

It was pretty warm outside compared to how it was normally. Briony wasn't at the church, but rather at Ivan's laboratory. Maverick was hiding away in his room, the twins were in the living area downstairs, and Catriona and Köter were lingering in Ivan's room. Briony was in the bathroom of Köter's room, heaving above the toilet. He had blood dripping from his mouth, felt dizzy, and his chest ached, but he couldn't Stop coughing up these burdens. Small, blue petals floated in the trashcan. He swallowed heavily, breathing heavy, trying to force his body to calm down. He'd never quite understood the why for this phenomenon, but it occured nonetheless. Once he stopped feeling the itchy feeling in his chest he stood up. His legs tried to fail on him, leaving him leaning heavily on the toilet as he lifted himself onto shaking legs before landing sitting on the toilet backwards. He groaned, folding his arms over the back of the toilet and resting his forehead on his forearm. He sat there for a few minutes until his body recovered. Then he flushed the toilet, wiped his mouth on some wipes laying on Köter's vanity, and left, closing the door behind him quietly. He didn't mean for the detour.

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Updated intro below:

"Your wings remind me of an angel's." He said with a soft tone.

"An angel? That's ever so kind of you to say, thank you! I hope it isn't too startling to you."

”You are welcome. It’s… not off putting. They’re pretty. Honestly, I’m envious..” He laughed quietly. Soft voiced.

"Envious? I've heard that a couple of times before, many people wish they could fly, after all, but they can be rather cumbersome, especially when dressing! Either way, I'm pleased you like them!"

"I.. can't help but be. They're very nice. I wish I got to keep mine..." He held his hands, crossed, in front of himself. Smiling politely, a little visibly nervous. "I'm not sure I could stomach flying, haha... I can see how they'd be a big obstacle...." He smiled.

"Awh, I see... I'm ever so sorry hear it, that's awful..."

Her wings and ears droop, feeling pity and disappointment for Briony. Her wing extends to his side, sitting soft against the side of his arm.

"it's alright. I feel they would be in the way most of the time anyhow. I miss them sometimes but they are..." He let out a awkward laugh. They were pretty sizable when I was little so I can only imagine... Though I'm not sure why they were. My father's were rather small..." He smiled awkwardly at the contact, not moving. "It doesn't hurt too much.. I mean it hurts in the cold but otherwise.."

"Your father had wings?"

She trails off in her own thoughts before bringing her own wing back behind her.

"They hurt in the cold...? Goodness me, did you have them removed...? Are they scarred?"

"He does! They're pretty small. My mother was human, so I'm not sure where the size of mine had come from." He blinked. "I haven't had them since I was really small.. She didn't like them."

No matter how she tries, the disgust Amara feels towards Briony's words creeps through, her brow furrowing and nose scrunching slightly.

"She didn't like them... so they were removed? How abhorrent... I'm ever so sorry you had to experience such, that's completely unfair on you, I'm so sorry to hear that... is there anything I can do for you at all?"

His smile turned awkward. "It's... Not a big deal to me much anymore... You don't need to apologise. I'm not sure what you'd do... I feel there is no helping. I don't really... Need anything." He shifted on his feet and went quiet, unsure what else to see. His hands fidgeted with the blue cincture around his waist.

"Your wings remind me of an angel's." He said with a soft tone.

"An angel? That's ever so kind of you to say, thank you! I hope it isn't too startling to you."

”You are welcome. It’s… not off putting. They’re pretty. Honestly, I’m envious..” He laughed quietly. Soft voiced.

"Envious? I've heard that a couple of times before, many people wish they could fly, after all, but they can be rather cumbersome, especially when dressing! Either way, I'm pleased you like them!"

"I.. can't help but be. They're very nice. I wish I got to keep mine..." He held his hands, crossed, in front of himself. Smiling politely, a little visibly nervous. "I'm not sure I could stomach flying, haha... I can see how they'd be a big obstacle...." He smiled.

"Awh, I see... I'm ever so sorry hear it, that's awful..."

Her wings and ears droop, feeling pity and disappointment for Briony. Her wing extends to his side, sitting soft against the side of his arm.

"it's alright. I feel they would be in the way most of the time anyhow. I miss them sometimes but they are..." He let out a awkward laugh. They were pretty sizable when I was little so I can only imagine... Though I'm not sure why they were. My father's were rather small..." He smiled awkwardly at the contact, not moving. "It doesn't hurt too much.. I mean it hurts in the cold but otherwise.."

"Your father had wings?"

She trails off in her own thoughts before bringing her own wing back behind her.

"They hurt in the cold...? Goodness me, did you have them removed...? Are they scarred?"