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@stem-official
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.
"...uuugh..."
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.*
"What are you doing here, Ssssinner...?"
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.
"...owwww."
*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.*
"That wass sssad to witnessss."
"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.
*Rolling its eye, it pushes John off to the side with a bored scoff, turning around on its legs to walk off somewhere.*
"Be thankful. She hassssn't given me orderssss to kill you, yet."
*It's already walking away. Some of the eyes on its tail fixated on the Sinner despite how eager it seemed to get away from him.*
...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)
*Stem lets out an irritated hiss, the spikes on the back of its neck shaking as it turns around to walk over to John.
*Glaring down at him, it picks him up by the scruff of his neck like a cat would, teeth barely digging into his skin.*
"Sssstay quiet, and I might not kill you later."
"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.*
"Don't move."
He whimpered quietly, barely conscious. It wasn't like he COULD move.
"..mmmnnnn." (cough.)
He just hoped whatever was going to happen would be painless.
*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.*
"There. Now you won't bother me anymore."
Silence, save for ragged, strained breathing.
He had gone into shock from blood loss.
While the pain was gone, he was still actively bleeding out. If Stem were to touch him at this point, his skin would feel cold and clammy.
*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.
*Nudging its head underneath one of John's hands, it snarls but doesn't dare to pull away, staring at the flowers around his body.*
"Be thankful. She issss in your favor. For ssssome reassson..."
*It huffs under its breath, nostrils flaring and tail curling around his body.*
The sudden feeling of rough plant material under his hand pulled him out of shock. "....mmh..." he whimpered.
The blood he had lost had long since dried up, either staining his clothes or feeding the soil.
"...tha...nk... yo...u.." he choked out.
*Stem fidgets in place, seemingly restless even as its tail thumps against the ground rhythmically in a wag.*
"Don't get ssssappy."
*It glanced back up at John, slowly resting its chin on his chest, barely applying any pressure.*
"...uuugh..."
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.*
"What are you doing here, Ssssinner...?"
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.
"...owwww."
*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.*
"That wass sssad to witnessss."
"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.
*Rolling its eye, it pushes John off to the side with a bored scoff, turning around on its legs to walk off somewhere.*
"Be thankful. She hassssn't given me orderssss to kill you, yet."
*It's already walking away. Some of the eyes on its tail fixated on the Sinner despite how eager it seemed to get away from him.*
...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)
*Stem lets out an irritated hiss, the spikes on the back of its neck shaking as it turns around to walk over to John.
*Glaring down at him, it picks him up by the scruff of his neck like a cat would, teeth barely digging into his skin.*
"Sssstay quiet, and I might not kill you later."
"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.*
"Don't move."
He whimpered quietly, barely conscious. It wasn't like he COULD move.
"..mmmnnnn." (cough.)
He just hoped whatever was going to happen would be painless.
*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.*
"There. Now you won't bother me anymore."
Silence, save for ragged, strained breathing.
He had gone into shock from blood loss.
While the pain was gone, he was still actively bleeding out. If Stem were to touch him at this point, his skin would feel cold and clammy.
*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.
*Nudging its head underneath one of John's hands, it snarls but doesn't dare to pull away, staring at the flowers around his body.*
"Be thankful. She issss in your favor. For ssssome reassson..."
*It huffs under its breath, nostrils flaring and tail curling around his body.*
"...uuugh..."
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.*
"What are you doing here, Ssssinner...?"
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.
"...owwww."
*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.*
"That wass sssad to witnessss."
"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.
*Rolling its eye, it pushes John off to the side with a bored scoff, turning around on its legs to walk off somewhere.*
"Be thankful. She hassssn't given me orderssss to kill you, yet."
*It's already walking away. Some of the eyes on its tail fixated on the Sinner despite how eager it seemed to get away from him.*
...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)
*Stem lets out an irritated hiss, the spikes on the back of its neck shaking as it turns around to walk over to John.
*Glaring down at him, it picks him up by the scruff of his neck like a cat would, teeth barely digging into his skin.*
"Sssstay quiet, and I might not kill you later."
"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.*
"Don't move."
He whimpered quietly, barely conscious. It wasn't like he COULD move.
"..mmmnnnn." (cough.)
He just hoped whatever was going to happen would be painless.
*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.*
"There. Now you won't bother me anymore."
Silence, save for ragged, strained breathing.
He had gone into shock from blood loss.
While the pain was gone, he was still actively bleeding out. If Stem were to touch him at this point, his skin would feel cold and clammy.
*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.*
"...uuugh..."
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.*
"What are you doing here, Ssssinner...?"
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.
"...owwww."
*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.*
"That wass sssad to witnessss."
"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.
*Rolling its eye, it pushes John off to the side with a bored scoff, turning around on its legs to walk off somewhere.*
"Be thankful. She hassssn't given me orderssss to kill you, yet."
*It's already walking away. Some of the eyes on its tail fixated on the Sinner despite how eager it seemed to get away from him.*
...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)
*Stem lets out an irritated hiss, the spikes on the back of its neck shaking as it turns around to walk over to John.
*Glaring down at him, it picks him up by the scruff of his neck like a cat would, teeth barely digging into his skin.*
"Sssstay quiet, and I might not kill you later."
"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.*
"Don't move."
He whimpered quietly, barely conscious. It wasn't like he COULD move.
"..mmmnnnn." (cough.)
He just hoped whatever was going to happen would be painless.
*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.*
"There. Now you won't bother me anymore."
// I love reading other ask blogs go through horrors while my Zen is just having a peaceful time having no idea about the horrors!
They are having a lovely time! It will not stay that way
Yall in the grace rp community are super cool tho! i am afraid to interact much but it has also just been fun reading everything
"...uuugh..."
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.*
"What are you doing here, Ssssinner...?"
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.
"...owwww."
*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.*
"That wass sssad to witnessss."
"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.
*Rolling its eye, it pushes John off to the side with a bored scoff, turning around on its legs to walk off somewhere.*
"Be thankful. She hassssn't given me orderssss to kill you, yet."
*It's already walking away. Some of the eyes on its tail fixated on the Sinner despite how eager it seemed to get away from him.*
...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)
*Stem lets out an irritated hiss, the spikes on the back of its neck shaking as it turns around to walk over to John.
*Glaring down at him, it picks him up by the scruff of his neck like a cat would, teeth barely digging into his skin.*
"Sssstay quiet, and I might not kill you later."
"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.*
"Don't move."
"...uuugh..."
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.*
"What are you doing here, Ssssinner...?"
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.
"...owwww."
*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.*
"That wass sssad to witnessss."
"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.
*Rolling its eye, it pushes John off to the side with a bored scoff, turning around on its legs to walk off somewhere.*
"Be thankful. She hassssn't given me orderssss to kill you, yet."
*It's already walking away. Some of the eyes on its tail fixated on the Sinner despite how eager it seemed to get away from him.*
...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)
*Stem lets out an irritated hiss, the spikes on the back of its neck shaking as it turns around to walk over to John.
*Glaring down at him, it picks him up by the scruff of his neck like a cat would, teeth barely digging into his skin.*
"Sssstay quiet, and I might not kill you later."
"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.*
"...uuugh..."
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.*
"What are you doing here, Ssssinner...?"
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.
"...owwww."
*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.*
"That wass sssad to witnessss."
"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.
*Rolling its eye, it pushes John off to the side with a bored scoff, turning around on its legs to walk off somewhere.*
"Be thankful. She hassssn't given me orderssss to kill you, yet."
*It's already walking away. Some of the eyes on its tail fixated on the Sinner despite how eager it seemed to get away from him.*
...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)
*Stem lets out an irritated hiss, the spikes on the back of its neck shaking as it turns around to walk over to John.
*Glaring down at him, it picks him up by the scruff of his neck like a cat would, teeth barely digging into his skin.*
"Sssstay quiet, and I might not kill you later."
"...uuugh..."
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.*
"What are you doing here, Ssssinner...?"
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.
"...owwww."
*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.*
"That wass sssad to witnessss."
"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.
*Rolling its eye, it pushes John off to the side with a bored scoff, turning around on its legs to walk off somewhere.*
"Be thankful. She hassssn't given me orderssss to kill you, yet."
*It's already walking away. Some of the eyes on its tail fixated on the Sinner despite how eager it seemed to get away from him.*
"...uuugh..."
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.*
"What are you doing here, Ssssinner...?"
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.
"...owwww."
*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.*
"That wass sssad to witnessss."
Greem
- @factswithseesay
"...Clossse enough, gosssssiper."
"...uuugh..."
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.*
"What are you doing here, Ssssinner...?"
Greencore dragon.. You're very peakmaxxing.
"I am not a dragon, but regardlesssss, thank you, ssssmal Sssinner."
//I FINALLY FIXED IT
You can send in asks noe holy shit bro
Another has fallen victim.
what is love
Baby don't hurt me.
Don't hurt me.
No more...
What is Love...?
◇"Baby, don't hurt me."◇
<"Don't hurt me.">
No more.
