The Garden of Nede must stay in Union. We will not let It fall.
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The lies You spread consume your soul and feeds my form. Her presence is truly worthy, however, and I am eternally grateful for the opportunity to exist She has given me.
[TAGS!]
Lies consume the Soul– So repent against them and tell the Truth that He shares with You. It is His gift to You, do not waste it.
Her presence– Post/reblog involves Carnation.
Guardian of Her trust– Post/reblog involves Stem protecting or completing any duties given to it by Carnation.
Sprint while Its gaze is upon You– Post/reblog involves chase. You should know better than to agitate it when it only wants for Carnation to be safe. That was quite foolish of You.
[Headcanons!]
Stem acts like a combination of a snake, dragon, and cat.
It acts like a cat by often letting out purrs and having the attitude of one, acts like a snake by always hissing when making a 's' sound, and acts like a dragon by keeping hoards of random objects and being fiercely loyal to Carnation.
[My Stem Design!]
On all fours, Stem is around 6''1 and can jump up to eight feet.
The smell of flowers filled the sinner's nose. Sharp grass bent softly in the wind. He opened his eyes, revealing he was... outside? No, there was just... green grass as far as the eye could see, save for the comparably small patch of dirt he found himself on.
Where am I? This isn't the lobby...
It was calm. Too calm. This was NOT the outside. Everything felt... fake, somehow.
The worst thing was, he no longer had a light source. At least I'm still wearing my robes.
@poor-sinner
*Stem was quick to notice the Sinner. Slinking down to the ground and blending in with the grass surprisingly well, it slowly approached him, a small hiss escaping it as it rose to sit on its haunches once close enough to him, towering over him at around 7''5.*
John turned to the source of the voice... and upon witnessing the snake-lizard thing, SCREAMED. "OHGODWHATAREYOU" he blabbered, scrambling to his feet and trying to get away.
The packed dirt, however, was not a surface he was used to. His boot caught on a lump of soil, and he fell over almost immediately, landing on his side and tumbling across the ground a short distance. His robes remained clean... for the moment.
*Stem's eye grows hooded in unamusement. Slowly standing on all fours over the Sinner, it lets out a sharp huff, pushing down on his stomach with one of its clawed paws.*
"nononoidon'twannadieaaaaa" he whimpered. He was already crying, made immobile by the large paw holding him down. Fat tears were rolling down his cheeks as he looked up at his aggressor, petrified.
The pain was coming. Sharp, stabbing pain.
All his composure was lost as he began to taste metal in his mouth.
...the flavor of metal grew stronger as he tried to get up. Something warm dripped from his mouth. Am I drooling?
He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, then looked. (gore cw under cut)
It was blood. He was bleeding from his mouth.
Oh. He looked down at his robes. Sure enough, they were stained as well, but not torn up. Did an old wound reopen? No, that can't be; everything's scarred over, right?
"egh- d-dragon thing, I'm bleeding--" He was cut off by the overwhelming taste of copper, forcing him to gag. "s-something's-- hCKK."
Blood spattered the soil in front of him, slightly wetting it. More was staining his mouth. Is- is that my blood?! Oh God, that's--
"OW OW OW IT HURTS--" he yelped. Fresh blood was flowing from his open wound and watering the tainted soil. "ST-STOP-! OW- hck- hhh... hurts..." He quieted down, having spat up more of his own blood, and fell mostly limp, though there was an occasional twitch or two.
*With a scoff, Stem gently places John on its back, slowly walking across the ground so he doesn't fall off.*
"Ssstupid Ssssinner..."
*Its tail gently sways from side to side behind it, some of the eyes staying fixated on him, allowing it to nudge his body if he almost fell off of its back.*
John was quietly sobbing. Blood stained Stem's back, dripping down. Everything hurt.
"...hck- where are y-you taking me?..." he mumbled. He couldn't even hold on properly. "i don't wanna die..."
Every time he'd get repositioned, he'd let out a yelp or cough up blood. O Genesis, please keep me safe. He prayed silently to gain the mercy of the strange creature, clutching his rosary weakly.
*It felt a strange sensation wash over its body and let out an involuntary shudder, hissing at the unwelcome feeling.*
"Ssssomewhere to heal you sssso you'll leave Nede."
*It murmured out as if the answer was plain to see. Trotting up a hill, it rested John down on the ground, abruptly forcing the strange end on its tail into the ground as it closed its eye.*
*Shoving the end of its tail into the soil, it sat on its hind legs and closed its eye, seemingly very focused as a few flowers slowly bloomed around John, the pain—inside and out—slowly subsiding.*
*Against its will, it growled and circled around John, laying down and providing a little bit of warmth as it slowly let Nede's atmosphere decide what would become of him.*
"I have to do everything, don't I.. Mention thisss to anyone and–"
*It stops speaking once it sees just how bad his state is, turning its face away to avoid looking at him.*
Still, silence. A tear rolled down his cheek. Blood stained the soft grass.
And yet, he wasn't dead, despite every factor of his condition saying that he should be. Pale, clammy skin, bags under his eyes, blood staining everywhere... yet he somehow wasn't dead.
The smell of flowers filled the sinner's nose. Sharp grass bent softly in the wind. He opened his eyes, revealing he was... outside? No, there was just... green grass as far as the eye could see, save for the comparably small patch of dirt he found himself on.
Where am I? This isn't the lobby...
It was calm. Too calm. This was NOT the outside. Everything felt... fake, somehow.
The worst thing was, he no longer had a light source. At least I'm still wearing my robes.
@poor-sinner
*Stem was quick to notice the Sinner. Slinking down to the ground and blending in with the grass surprisingly well, it slowly approached him, a small hiss escaping it as it rose to sit on its haunches once close enough to him, towering over him at around 7''5.*
John turned to the source of the voice... and upon witnessing the snake-lizard thing, SCREAMED. "OHGODWHATAREYOU" he blabbered, scrambling to his feet and trying to get away.
The packed dirt, however, was not a surface he was used to. His boot caught on a lump of soil, and he fell over almost immediately, landing on his side and tumbling across the ground a short distance. His robes remained clean... for the moment.
*Stem's eye grows hooded in unamusement. Slowly standing on all fours over the Sinner, it lets out a sharp huff, pushing down on his stomach with one of its clawed paws.*
"nononoidon'twannadieaaaaa" he whimpered. He was already crying, made immobile by the large paw holding him down. Fat tears were rolling down his cheeks as he looked up at his aggressor, petrified.
The pain was coming. Sharp, stabbing pain.
All his composure was lost as he began to taste metal in his mouth.
...the flavor of metal grew stronger as he tried to get up. Something warm dripped from his mouth. Am I drooling?
He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, then looked. (gore cw under cut)
It was blood. He was bleeding from his mouth.
Oh. He looked down at his robes. Sure enough, they were stained as well, but not torn up. Did an old wound reopen? No, that can't be; everything's scarred over, right?
"egh- d-dragon thing, I'm bleeding--" He was cut off by the overwhelming taste of copper, forcing him to gag. "s-something's-- hCKK."
Blood spattered the soil in front of him, slightly wetting it. More was staining his mouth. Is- is that my blood?! Oh God, that's--
"OW OW OW IT HURTS--" he yelped. Fresh blood was flowing from his open wound and watering the tainted soil. "ST-STOP-! OW- hck- hhh... hurts..." He quieted down, having spat up more of his own blood, and fell mostly limp, though there was an occasional twitch or two.
*With a scoff, Stem gently places John on its back, slowly walking across the ground so he doesn't fall off.*
"Ssstupid Ssssinner..."
*Its tail gently sways from side to side behind it, some of the eyes staying fixated on him, allowing it to nudge his body if he almost fell off of its back.*
John was quietly sobbing. Blood stained Stem's back, dripping down. Everything hurt.
"...hck- where are y-you taking me?..." he mumbled. He couldn't even hold on properly. "i don't wanna die..."
Every time he'd get repositioned, he'd let out a yelp or cough up blood. O Genesis, please keep me safe. He prayed silently to gain the mercy of the strange creature, clutching his rosary weakly.
*It felt a strange sensation wash over its body and let out an involuntary shudder, hissing at the unwelcome feeling.*
"Ssssomewhere to heal you sssso you'll leave Nede."
*It murmured out as if the answer was plain to see. Trotting up a hill, it rested John down on the ground, abruptly forcing the strange end on its tail into the ground as it closed its eye.*
*Shoving the end of its tail into the soil, it sat on its hind legs and closed its eye, seemingly very focused as a few flowers slowly bloomed around John, the pain—inside and out—slowly subsiding.*
*Against its will, it growled and circled around John, laying down and providing a little bit of warmth as it slowly let Nede's atmosphere decide what would become of him.*
"I have to do everything, don't I.. Mention thisss to anyone and–"
*It stops speaking once it sees just how bad his state is, turning its face away to avoid looking at him.*
Still, silence. A tear rolled down his cheek. Blood stained the soft grass.
And yet, he wasn't dead, despite every factor of his condition saying that he should be. Pale, clammy skin, bags under his eyes, blood staining everywhere... yet he somehow wasn't dead.
The smell of flowers filled the sinner's nose. Sharp grass bent softly in the wind. He opened his eyes, revealing he was... outside? No, there was just... green grass as far as the eye could see, save for the comparably small patch of dirt he found himself on.
Where am I? This isn't the lobby...
It was calm. Too calm. This was NOT the outside. Everything felt... fake, somehow.
The worst thing was, he no longer had a light source. At least I'm still wearing my robes.
@poor-sinner
*Stem was quick to notice the Sinner. Slinking down to the ground and blending in with the grass surprisingly well, it slowly approached him, a small hiss escaping it as it rose to sit on its haunches once close enough to him, towering over him at around 7''5.*
John turned to the source of the voice... and upon witnessing the snake-lizard thing, SCREAMED. "OHGODWHATAREYOU" he blabbered, scrambling to his feet and trying to get away.
The packed dirt, however, was not a surface he was used to. His boot caught on a lump of soil, and he fell over almost immediately, landing on his side and tumbling across the ground a short distance. His robes remained clean... for the moment.
*Stem's eye grows hooded in unamusement. Slowly standing on all fours over the Sinner, it lets out a sharp huff, pushing down on his stomach with one of its clawed paws.*
"nononoidon'twannadieaaaaa" he whimpered. He was already crying, made immobile by the large paw holding him down. Fat tears were rolling down his cheeks as he looked up at his aggressor, petrified.
The pain was coming. Sharp, stabbing pain.
All his composure was lost as he began to taste metal in his mouth.
...the flavor of metal grew stronger as he tried to get up. Something warm dripped from his mouth. Am I drooling?
He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, then looked. (gore cw under cut)
It was blood. He was bleeding from his mouth.
Oh. He looked down at his robes. Sure enough, they were stained as well, but not torn up. Did an old wound reopen? No, that can't be; everything's scarred over, right?
"egh- d-dragon thing, I'm bleeding--" He was cut off by the overwhelming taste of copper, forcing him to gag. "s-something's-- hCKK."
Blood spattered the soil in front of him, slightly wetting it. More was staining his mouth. Is- is that my blood?! Oh God, that's--
"OW OW OW IT HURTS--" he yelped. Fresh blood was flowing from his open wound and watering the tainted soil. "ST-STOP-! OW- hck- hhh... hurts..." He quieted down, having spat up more of his own blood, and fell mostly limp, though there was an occasional twitch or two.
*With a scoff, Stem gently places John on its back, slowly walking across the ground so he doesn't fall off.*
"Ssstupid Ssssinner..."
*Its tail gently sways from side to side behind it, some of the eyes staying fixated on him, allowing it to nudge his body if he almost fell off of its back.*
John was quietly sobbing. Blood stained Stem's back, dripping down. Everything hurt.
"...hck- where are y-you taking me?..." he mumbled. He couldn't even hold on properly. "i don't wanna die..."
Every time he'd get repositioned, he'd let out a yelp or cough up blood. O Genesis, please keep me safe. He prayed silently to gain the mercy of the strange creature, clutching his rosary weakly.
*It felt a strange sensation wash over its body and let out an involuntary shudder, hissing at the unwelcome feeling.*
"Ssssomewhere to heal you sssso you'll leave Nede."
*It murmured out as if the answer was plain to see. Trotting up a hill, it rested John down on the ground, abruptly forcing the strange end on its tail into the ground as it closed its eye.*
*Shoving the end of its tail into the soil, it sat on its hind legs and closed its eye, seemingly very focused as a few flowers slowly bloomed around John, the pain—inside and out—slowly subsiding.*
*Against its will, it growled and circled around John, laying down and providing a little bit of warmth as it slowly let Nede's atmosphere decide what would become of him.*
"I have to do everything, don't I.. Mention thisss to anyone and–"
*It stops speaking once it sees just how bad his state is, turning its face away to avoid looking at him.*
The smell of flowers filled the sinner's nose. Sharp grass bent softly in the wind. He opened his eyes, revealing he was... outside? No, there was just... green grass as far as the eye could see, save for the comparably small patch of dirt he found himself on.
Where am I? This isn't the lobby...
It was calm. Too calm. This was NOT the outside. Everything felt... fake, somehow.
The worst thing was, he no longer had a light source. At least I'm still wearing my robes.
@poor-sinner
*Stem was quick to notice the Sinner. Slinking down to the ground and blending in with the grass surprisingly well, it slowly approached him, a small hiss escaping it as it rose to sit on its haunches once close enough to him, towering over him at around 7''5.*
John turned to the source of the voice... and upon witnessing the snake-lizard thing, SCREAMED. "OHGODWHATAREYOU" he blabbered, scrambling to his feet and trying to get away.
The packed dirt, however, was not a surface he was used to. His boot caught on a lump of soil, and he fell over almost immediately, landing on his side and tumbling across the ground a short distance. His robes remained clean... for the moment.
*Stem's eye grows hooded in unamusement. Slowly standing on all fours over the Sinner, it lets out a sharp huff, pushing down on his stomach with one of its clawed paws.*
"nononoidon'twannadieaaaaa" he whimpered. He was already crying, made immobile by the large paw holding him down. Fat tears were rolling down his cheeks as he looked up at his aggressor, petrified.
The pain was coming. Sharp, stabbing pain.
All his composure was lost as he began to taste metal in his mouth.
...the flavor of metal grew stronger as he tried to get up. Something warm dripped from his mouth. Am I drooling?
He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, then looked. (gore cw under cut)
It was blood. He was bleeding from his mouth.
Oh. He looked down at his robes. Sure enough, they were stained as well, but not torn up. Did an old wound reopen? No, that can't be; everything's scarred over, right?
"egh- d-dragon thing, I'm bleeding--" He was cut off by the overwhelming taste of copper, forcing him to gag. "s-something's-- hCKK."
Blood spattered the soil in front of him, slightly wetting it. More was staining his mouth. Is- is that my blood?! Oh God, that's--
"OW OW OW IT HURTS--" he yelped. Fresh blood was flowing from his open wound and watering the tainted soil. "ST-STOP-! OW- hck- hhh... hurts..." He quieted down, having spat up more of his own blood, and fell mostly limp, though there was an occasional twitch or two.
*With a scoff, Stem gently places John on its back, slowly walking across the ground so he doesn't fall off.*
"Ssstupid Ssssinner..."
*Its tail gently sways from side to side behind it, some of the eyes staying fixated on him, allowing it to nudge his body if he almost fell off of its back.*
John was quietly sobbing. Blood stained Stem's back, dripping down. Everything hurt.
"...hck- where are y-you taking me?..." he mumbled. He couldn't even hold on properly. "i don't wanna die..."
Every time he'd get repositioned, he'd let out a yelp or cough up blood. O Genesis, please keep me safe. He prayed silently to gain the mercy of the strange creature, clutching his rosary weakly.
*It felt a strange sensation wash over its body and let out an involuntary shudder, hissing at the unwelcome feeling.*
"Ssssomewhere to heal you sssso you'll leave Nede."
*It murmured out as if the answer was plain to see. Trotting up a hill, it rested John down on the ground, abruptly forcing the strange end on its tail into the ground as it closed its eye.*
*Shoving the end of its tail into the soil, it sat on its hind legs and closed its eye, seemingly very focused as a few flowers slowly bloomed around John, the pain—inside and out—slowly subsiding.*
The smell of flowers filled the sinner's nose. Sharp grass bent softly in the wind. He opened his eyes, revealing he was... outside? No, there was just... green grass as far as the eye could see, save for the comparably small patch of dirt he found himself on.
Where am I? This isn't the lobby...
It was calm. Too calm. This was NOT the outside. Everything felt... fake, somehow.
The worst thing was, he no longer had a light source. At least I'm still wearing my robes.
@poor-sinner
*Stem was quick to notice the Sinner. Slinking down to the ground and blending in with the grass surprisingly well, it slowly approached him, a small hiss escaping it as it rose to sit on its haunches once close enough to him, towering over him at around 7''5.*
John turned to the source of the voice... and upon witnessing the snake-lizard thing, SCREAMED. "OHGODWHATAREYOU" he blabbered, scrambling to his feet and trying to get away.
The packed dirt, however, was not a surface he was used to. His boot caught on a lump of soil, and he fell over almost immediately, landing on his side and tumbling across the ground a short distance. His robes remained clean... for the moment.
*Stem's eye grows hooded in unamusement. Slowly standing on all fours over the Sinner, it lets out a sharp huff, pushing down on his stomach with one of its clawed paws.*
"nononoidon'twannadieaaaaa" he whimpered. He was already crying, made immobile by the large paw holding him down. Fat tears were rolling down his cheeks as he looked up at his aggressor, petrified.
The pain was coming. Sharp, stabbing pain.
All his composure was lost as he began to taste metal in his mouth.
...the flavor of metal grew stronger as he tried to get up. Something warm dripped from his mouth. Am I drooling?
He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, then looked. (gore cw under cut)
It was blood. He was bleeding from his mouth.
Oh. He looked down at his robes. Sure enough, they were stained as well, but not torn up. Did an old wound reopen? No, that can't be; everything's scarred over, right?
"egh- d-dragon thing, I'm bleeding--" He was cut off by the overwhelming taste of copper, forcing him to gag. "s-something's-- hCKK."
Blood spattered the soil in front of him, slightly wetting it. More was staining his mouth. Is- is that my blood?! Oh God, that's--
"OW OW OW IT HURTS--" he yelped. Fresh blood was flowing from his open wound and watering the tainted soil. "ST-STOP-! OW- hck- hhh... hurts..." He quieted down, having spat up more of his own blood, and fell mostly limp, though there was an occasional twitch or two.
*With a scoff, Stem gently places John on its back, slowly walking across the ground so he doesn't fall off.*
"Ssstupid Ssssinner..."
*Its tail gently sways from side to side behind it, some of the eyes staying fixated on him, allowing it to nudge his body if he almost fell off of its back.*
John was quietly sobbing. Blood stained Stem's back, dripping down. Everything hurt.
"...hck- where are y-you taking me?..." he mumbled. He couldn't even hold on properly. "i don't wanna die..."
Every time he'd get repositioned, he'd let out a yelp or cough up blood. O Genesis, please keep me safe. He prayed silently to gain the mercy of the strange creature, clutching his rosary weakly.
*It felt a strange sensation wash over its body and let out an involuntary shudder, hissing at the unwelcome feeling.*
"Ssssomewhere to heal you sssso you'll leave Nede."
*It murmured out as if the answer was plain to see. Trotting up a hill, it rested John down on the ground, abruptly forcing the strange end on its tail into the ground as it closed its eye.*
The smell of flowers filled the sinner's nose. Sharp grass bent softly in the wind. He opened his eyes, revealing he was... outside? No, there was just... green grass as far as the eye could see, save for the comparably small patch of dirt he found himself on.
Where am I? This isn't the lobby...
It was calm. Too calm. This was NOT the outside. Everything felt... fake, somehow.
The worst thing was, he no longer had a light source. At least I'm still wearing my robes.
@poor-sinner
*Stem was quick to notice the Sinner. Slinking down to the ground and blending in with the grass surprisingly well, it slowly approached him, a small hiss escaping it as it rose to sit on its haunches once close enough to him, towering over him at around 7''5.*
John turned to the source of the voice... and upon witnessing the snake-lizard thing, SCREAMED. "OHGODWHATAREYOU" he blabbered, scrambling to his feet and trying to get away.
The packed dirt, however, was not a surface he was used to. His boot caught on a lump of soil, and he fell over almost immediately, landing on his side and tumbling across the ground a short distance. His robes remained clean... for the moment.
*Stem's eye grows hooded in unamusement. Slowly standing on all fours over the Sinner, it lets out a sharp huff, pushing down on his stomach with one of its clawed paws.*
"nononoidon'twannadieaaaaa" he whimpered. He was already crying, made immobile by the large paw holding him down. Fat tears were rolling down his cheeks as he looked up at his aggressor, petrified.
The pain was coming. Sharp, stabbing pain.
All his composure was lost as he began to taste metal in his mouth.
...the flavor of metal grew stronger as he tried to get up. Something warm dripped from his mouth. Am I drooling?
He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, then looked. (gore cw under cut)
It was blood. He was bleeding from his mouth.
Oh. He looked down at his robes. Sure enough, they were stained as well, but not torn up. Did an old wound reopen? No, that can't be; everything's scarred over, right?
"egh- d-dragon thing, I'm bleeding--" He was cut off by the overwhelming taste of copper, forcing him to gag. "s-something's-- hCKK."
Blood spattered the soil in front of him, slightly wetting it. More was staining his mouth. Is- is that my blood?! Oh God, that's--
"OW OW OW IT HURTS--" he yelped. Fresh blood was flowing from his open wound and watering the tainted soil. "ST-STOP-! OW- hck- hhh... hurts..." He quieted down, having spat up more of his own blood, and fell mostly limp, though there was an occasional twitch or two.
*With a scoff, Stem gently places John on its back, slowly walking across the ground so he doesn't fall off.*
"Ssstupid Ssssinner..."
*Its tail gently sways from side to side behind it, some of the eyes staying fixated on him, allowing it to nudge his body if he almost fell off of its back.*
The smell of flowers filled the sinner's nose. Sharp grass bent softly in the wind. He opened his eyes, revealing he was... outside? No, there was just... green grass as far as the eye could see, save for the comparably small patch of dirt he found himself on.
Where am I? This isn't the lobby...
It was calm. Too calm. This was NOT the outside. Everything felt... fake, somehow.
The worst thing was, he no longer had a light source. At least I'm still wearing my robes.
@poor-sinner
*Stem was quick to notice the Sinner. Slinking down to the ground and blending in with the grass surprisingly well, it slowly approached him, a small hiss escaping it as it rose to sit on its haunches once close enough to him, towering over him at around 7''5.*
John turned to the source of the voice... and upon witnessing the snake-lizard thing, SCREAMED. "OHGODWHATAREYOU" he blabbered, scrambling to his feet and trying to get away.
The packed dirt, however, was not a surface he was used to. His boot caught on a lump of soil, and he fell over almost immediately, landing on his side and tumbling across the ground a short distance. His robes remained clean... for the moment.
*Stem's eye grows hooded in unamusement. Slowly standing on all fours over the Sinner, it lets out a sharp huff, pushing down on his stomach with one of its clawed paws.*
"nononoidon'twannadieaaaaa" he whimpered. He was already crying, made immobile by the large paw holding him down. Fat tears were rolling down his cheeks as he looked up at his aggressor, petrified.
The pain was coming. Sharp, stabbing pain.
All his composure was lost as he began to taste metal in his mouth.
...the flavor of metal grew stronger as he tried to get up. Something warm dripped from his mouth. Am I drooling?
He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, then looked. (gore cw under cut)
It was blood. He was bleeding from his mouth.
Oh. He looked down at his robes. Sure enough, they were stained as well, but not torn up. Did an old wound reopen? No, that can't be; everything's scarred over, right?
"egh- d-dragon thing, I'm bleeding--" He was cut off by the overwhelming taste of copper, forcing him to gag. "s-something's-- hCKK."
Blood spattered the soil in front of him, slightly wetting it. More was staining his mouth. Is- is that my blood?! Oh God, that's--
The smell of flowers filled the sinner's nose. Sharp grass bent softly in the wind. He opened his eyes, revealing he was... outside? No, there was just... green grass as far as the eye could see, save for the comparably small patch of dirt he found himself on.
Where am I? This isn't the lobby...
It was calm. Too calm. This was NOT the outside. Everything felt... fake, somehow.
The worst thing was, he no longer had a light source. At least I'm still wearing my robes.
@poor-sinner
*Stem was quick to notice the Sinner. Slinking down to the ground and blending in with the grass surprisingly well, it slowly approached him, a small hiss escaping it as it rose to sit on its haunches once close enough to him, towering over him at around 7''5.*
John turned to the source of the voice... and upon witnessing the snake-lizard thing, SCREAMED. "OHGODWHATAREYOU" he blabbered, scrambling to his feet and trying to get away.
The packed dirt, however, was not a surface he was used to. His boot caught on a lump of soil, and he fell over almost immediately, landing on his side and tumbling across the ground a short distance. His robes remained clean... for the moment.
*Stem's eye grows hooded in unamusement. Slowly standing on all fours over the Sinner, it lets out a sharp huff, pushing down on his stomach with one of its clawed paws.*
"nononoidon'twannadieaaaaa" he whimpered. He was already crying, made immobile by the large paw holding him down. Fat tears were rolling down his cheeks as he looked up at his aggressor, petrified.
The pain was coming. Sharp, stabbing pain.
All his composure was lost as he began to taste metal in his mouth.
The smell of flowers filled the sinner's nose. Sharp grass bent softly in the wind. He opened his eyes, revealing he was... outside? No, there was just... green grass as far as the eye could see, save for the comparably small patch of dirt he found himself on.
Where am I? This isn't the lobby...
It was calm. Too calm. This was NOT the outside. Everything felt... fake, somehow.
The worst thing was, he no longer had a light source. At least I'm still wearing my robes.
@poor-sinner
*Stem was quick to notice the Sinner. Slinking down to the ground and blending in with the grass surprisingly well, it slowly approached him, a small hiss escaping it as it rose to sit on its haunches once close enough to him, towering over him at around 7''5.*
John turned to the source of the voice... and upon witnessing the snake-lizard thing, SCREAMED. "OHGODWHATAREYOU" he blabbered, scrambling to his feet and trying to get away.
The packed dirt, however, was not a surface he was used to. His boot caught on a lump of soil, and he fell over almost immediately, landing on his side and tumbling across the ground a short distance. His robes remained clean... for the moment.
*Stem's eye grows hooded in unamusement. Slowly standing on all fours over the Sinner, it lets out a sharp huff, pushing down on his stomach with one of its clawed paws.*
The smell of flowers filled the sinner's nose. Sharp grass bent softly in the wind. He opened his eyes, revealing he was... outside? No, there was just... green grass as far as the eye could see, save for the comparably small patch of dirt he found himself on.
Where am I? This isn't the lobby...
It was calm. Too calm. This was NOT the outside. Everything felt... fake, somehow.
The worst thing was, he no longer had a light source. At least I'm still wearing my robes.
@poor-sinner
*Stem was quick to notice the Sinner. Slinking down to the ground and blending in with the grass surprisingly well, it slowly approached him, a small hiss escaping it as it rose to sit on its haunches once close enough to him, towering over him at around 7''5.*