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Wubbles stood in front of the door that lead to a bar. He had just recently gotten an assassination contract with someone that was supposed to be way more canine than any other normal person, or demon in his case. In short, he was hunting for a werewolf. Normally he would draw those kinds of preys to the forest where he could kill them without a ruckus but his source indicated him that he spent a lot of time in this bar. He had to go with plan B… good thing he was at least a guy…

The demon looked up to the sign of the bar. It actually felt weird to him entering any bar that wasn’t Windy’s bar. It was probably the smell. Windy’s bar always had that strange gunpowder after-smell.

He double checked his equipment to see if he had everything he needed: He had his revolver filled with silver bullets and six more in case the first six weren’t enough. The rest of his bullets were his normal incendiary bullets. He also had everything he usually carried in his backpack and he knew that he could summon his scythe whenever he wanted. It seemed like he had everything he needed.

As he pushed the bar’s door open, some of the people immediately looked at him. Monsters were something that people saw from time to time but a small winged demon lizard was still rare. Wubbles glared at them which made them immediately look away. The lizard quickly glanced at the only picture he had of his target and quickly hid it away in the pocket of his jacket.

Wade is sitting at the bar having, downing another drink. His fist taped up with some blood on it from his last bare knuckle fight. He puts a tip in the tip jar and ask for another room of booze. The bartender nods and fills up his glass once again.

When Wade gets his glass back he once again downs his drink. He grabs a hand full of peanuts from a bowl and munches on them. He doesn’t see the lizard that just walked into the bar, hardly can see anything with all many drinks he has had so far.

Yep, that was him. The description fit perfectly, not only the physical one and the psychological one. He was told that his target would probably be getting piss drunk and there he was.

Wubbles released a long sigh as he jumped on top of the stool right next to his target, looking as… normal as he could. He was trying to pull off kind of a ‘ tired traveler more than anything’. He looked at the drinks presented at the other side of the bar.

“ Wonder what’s good here “ He said, pretending to say it to himself but actually kinda directing it to his target.

“old pappy bourbon is a good drink to start with.” Wade said as he took another swing of his glass. “wet your whistle pretty good.” He chuckled before letting out a hiccup.

Normally, Wubbles would turn to whoever had said that and say something along the lines of ‘ What the fuck does that mean? ‘

But he couldn’t. He had a job to do. He wanted the money. “ Well, that sounds like a dumb name for a drink, but if you say that its good, I guess I’l try it.”He said, immediately ordering that same drink from the waitress.

“Better then Tiger piss, the name I mean not the drink itself.” Wade hiccuped. “Stupid ass name for a tasty drink, would get it if it wasn’t so damn high.”

Wubbles raised an eyebrow at that statement “ Well in that case I guess I can buy us a bottle of the thing then.” He said as he turned to the waitress and requested a bottle of the thing.

“Well thank you stranger.” He said with a hiccup.

Wubbles lightly shrugged “ Eh, I’m curious to know if its that good “ He said as he turned his head to his target “ So, what’s your story?”

“My Story huh?” He said taking a sip. “Where should I start? My parents giving me and my bro up? tHe woman of my dreams dying in a fire? Being a creature of the night?”

Wubbles grabbed the bottle of the alcohol that was just given to him and poured the two of them a glass of it while he heard the guy talking. He paused for a second with his cup half an inch away from his lizard lips when he heard that last part, resuming what he was about to do and drink his drink “ A creature of the night you say?” He said after taking a sip of the alcohol.

Wade takes a drink of his booze wubbles got. “Yup, turns out a woman i slept with…she was a lycan.” Wade hiccuped as he explained. “I remember her biting me hard, but i thought nothing of it cause i thought it was her thing.”

The Lizard took another sip of the drink, licking his lips right after “ Oh, this is strong...” He commented looking at Wade right after “ And so you’re a werewolf. Aren’t you scared that someone might find out?”

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Finally ;3; Kennen is done! What do you think about it guys :D?

#not my art #KENNEN!#my fav yordle #I want 20 #he looks so cool there

Closed Starter With @thebrawlingdrunk

@thebrawlingdrunk

Wubbles stood in front of the door that lead to a bar. He had just recently gotten an assassination contract with someone that was supposed to be way more canine than any other normal person, or demon in his case. In short, he was hunting for a werewolf. Normally he would draw those kinds of preys to the forest where he could kill them without a ruckus but his source indicated him that he spent a lot of time in this bar. He had to go with plan B… good thing he was at least a guy…

The demon looked up to the sign of the bar. It actually felt weird to him entering any bar that wasn’t Windy’s bar. It was probably the smell. Windy’s bar always had that strange gunpowder after-smell.

He double checked his equipment to see if he had everything he needed: He had his revolver filled with silver bullets and six more in case the first six weren’t enough. The rest of his bullets were his normal incendiary bullets. He also had everything he usually carried in his backpack and he knew that he could summon his scythe whenever he wanted. It seemed like he had everything he needed.

As he pushed the bar’s door open, some of the people immediately looked at him. Monsters were something that people saw from time to time but a small winged demon lizard was still rare. Wubbles glared at them which made them immediately look away. The lizard quickly glanced at the only picture he had of his target and quickly hid it away in the pocket of his jacket.

Wade is sitting at the bar having, downing another drink. His fist taped up with some blood on it from his last bare knuckle fight. He puts a tip in the tip jar and ask for another room of booze. The bartender nods and fills up his glass once again.

When Wade gets his glass back he once again downs his drink. He grabs a hand full of peanuts from a bowl and munches on them. He doesn’t see the lizard that just walked into the bar, hardly can see anything with all many drinks he has had so far.

Yep, that was him. The description fit perfectly, not only the physical one and the psychological one. He was told that his target would probably be getting piss drunk and there he was.

Wubbles released a long sigh as he jumped on top of the stool right next to his target, looking as… normal as he could. He was trying to pull off kind of a ‘ tired traveler more than anything’. He looked at the drinks presented at the other side of the bar.

“ Wonder what’s good here “ He said, pretending to say it to himself but actually kinda directing it to his target.

“old pappy bourbon is a good drink to start with.” Wade said as he took another swing of his glass. “wet your whistle pretty good.” He chuckled before letting out a hiccup.

Normally, Wubbles would turn to whoever had said that and say something along the lines of ‘ What the fuck does that mean? ‘

But he couldn’t. He had a job to do. He wanted the money. “ Well, that sounds like a dumb name for a drink, but if you say that its good, I guess I’l try it.”He said, immediately ordering that same drink from the waitress.

“Better then Tiger piss, the name I mean not the drink itself.” Wade hiccuped. “Stupid ass name for a tasty drink, would get it if it wasn’t so damn high.”

Wubbles raised an eyebrow at that statement “ Well in that case I guess I can buy us a bottle of the thing then.” He said as he turned to the waitress and requested a bottle of the thing.

“Well thank you stranger.” He said with a hiccup.

Wubbles lightly shrugged “ Eh, I’m curious to know if its that good “ He said as he turned his head to his target “ So, what’s your story?”

“My Story huh?” He said taking a sip. “Where should I start? My parents giving me and my bro up? tHe woman of my dreams dying in a fire? Being a creature of the night?”

Wubbles grabbed the bottle of the alcohol that was just given to him and poured the two of them a glass of it while he heard the guy talking. He paused for a second with his cup half an inch away from his lizard lips when he heard that last part, resuming what he was about to do and drink his drink “ A creature of the night you say?” He said after taking a sip of the alcohol.

Closed Starter With @thebrawlingdrunk

@thebrawlingdrunk

Wubbles stood in front of the door that lead to a bar. He had just recently gotten an assassination contract with someone that was supposed to be way more canine than any other normal person, or demon in his case. In short, he was hunting for a werewolf. Normally he would draw those kinds of preys to the forest where he could kill them without a ruckus but his source indicated him that he spent a lot of time in this bar. He had to go with plan B… good thing he was at least a guy…

The demon looked up to the sign of the bar. It actually felt weird to him entering any bar that wasn’t Windy’s bar. It was probably the smell. Windy’s bar always had that strange gunpowder after-smell.

He double checked his equipment to see if he had everything he needed: He had his revolver filled with silver bullets and six more in case the first six weren’t enough. The rest of his bullets were his normal incendiary bullets. He also had everything he usually carried in his backpack and he knew that he could summon his scythe whenever he wanted. It seemed like he had everything he needed.

As he pushed the bar’s door open, some of the people immediately looked at him. Monsters were something that people saw from time to time but a small winged demon lizard was still rare. Wubbles glared at them which made them immediately look away. The lizard quickly glanced at the only picture he had of his target and quickly hid it away in the pocket of his jacket.

Wade is sitting at the bar having, downing another drink. His fist taped up with some blood on it from his last bare knuckle fight. He puts a tip in the tip jar and ask for another room of booze. The bartender nods and fills up his glass once again.

When Wade gets his glass back he once again downs his drink. He grabs a hand full of peanuts from a bowl and munches on them. He doesn’t see the lizard that just walked into the bar, hardly can see anything with all many drinks he has had so far.

Yep, that was him. The description fit perfectly, not only the physical one and the psychological one. He was told that his target would probably be getting piss drunk and there he was.

Wubbles released a long sigh as he jumped on top of the stool right next to his target, looking as… normal as he could. He was trying to pull off kind of a ‘ tired traveler more than anything’. He looked at the drinks presented at the other side of the bar.

“ Wonder what’s good here “ He said, pretending to say it to himself but actually kinda directing it to his target.

“old pappy bourbon is a good drink to start with.” Wade said as he took another swing of his glass. “wet your whistle pretty good.” He chuckled before letting out a hiccup.

Normally, Wubbles would turn to whoever had said that and say something along the lines of ‘ What the fuck does that mean? ‘

But he couldn’t. He had a job to do. He wanted the money. “ Well, that sounds like a dumb name for a drink, but if you say that its good, I guess I’l try it.”He said, immediately ordering that same drink from the waitress.

“Better then Tiger piss, the name I mean not the drink itself.” Wade hiccuped. “Stupid ass name for a tasty drink, would get it if it wasn’t so damn high.”

Wubbles raised an eyebrow at that statement “ Well in that case I guess I can buy us a bottle of the thing then.” He said as he turned to the waitress and requested a bottle of the thing.

“Well thank you stranger.” He said with a hiccup.

Wubbles lightly shrugged “ Eh, I’m curious to know if its that good “ He said as he turned his head to his target “ So, what’s your story?”

Closed Starter With @thebrawlingdrunk

@thebrawlingdrunk

Wubbles stood in front of the door that lead to a bar. He had just recently gotten an assassination contract with someone that was supposed to be way more canine than any other normal person, or demon in his case. In short, he was hunting for a werewolf. Normally he would draw those kinds of preys to the forest where he could kill them without a ruckus but his source indicated him that he spent a lot of time in this bar. He had to go with plan B… good thing he was at least a guy…

The demon looked up to the sign of the bar. It actually felt weird to him entering any bar that wasn’t Windy’s bar. It was probably the smell. Windy’s bar always had that strange gunpowder after-smell.

He double checked his equipment to see if he had everything he needed: He had his revolver filled with silver bullets and six more in case the first six weren’t enough. The rest of his bullets were his normal incendiary bullets. He also had everything he usually carried in his backpack and he knew that he could summon his scythe whenever he wanted. It seemed like he had everything he needed.

As he pushed the bar’s door open, some of the people immediately looked at him. Monsters were something that people saw from time to time but a small winged demon lizard was still rare. Wubbles glared at them which made them immediately look away. The lizard quickly glanced at the only picture he had of his target and quickly hid it away in the pocket of his jacket.

Wade is sitting at the bar having, downing another drink. His fist taped up with some blood on it from his last bare knuckle fight. He puts a tip in the tip jar and ask for another room of booze. The bartender nods and fills up his glass once again.

When Wade gets his glass back he once again downs his drink. He grabs a hand full of peanuts from a bowl and munches on them. He doesn’t see the lizard that just walked into the bar, hardly can see anything with all many drinks he has had so far.

Yep, that was him. The description fit perfectly, not only the physical one and the psychological one. He was told that his target would probably be getting piss drunk and there he was.

Wubbles released a long sigh as he jumped on top of the stool right next to his target, looking as… normal as he could. He was trying to pull off kind of a ‘ tired traveler more than anything’. He looked at the drinks presented at the other side of the bar.

“ Wonder what’s good here “ He said, pretending to say it to himself but actually kinda directing it to his target.

“old pappy bourbon is a good drink to start with.” Wade said as he took another swing of his glass. “wet your whistle pretty good.” He chuckled before letting out a hiccup.

Normally, Wubbles would turn to whoever had said that and say something along the lines of ‘ What the fuck does that mean? ‘

But he couldn’t. He had a job to do. He wanted the money. “ Well, that sounds like a dumb name for a drink, but if you say that its good, I guess I’l try it.”He said, immediately ordering that same drink from the waitress.

“Better then Tiger piss, the name I mean not the drink itself.” Wade hiccuped. “Stupid ass name for a tasty drink, would get it if it wasn’t so damn high.”

Wubbles raised an eyebrow at that statement “ Well in that case I guess I can buy us a bottle of the thing then.” He said as he turned to the waitress and requested a bottle of the thing.

Closed Starter With @thebrawlingdrunk

@thebrawlingdrunk

Wubbles stood in front of the door that lead to a bar. He had just recently gotten an assassination contract with someone that was supposed to be way more canine than any other normal person, or demon in his case. In short, he was hunting for a werewolf. Normally he would draw those kinds of preys to the forest where he could kill them without a ruckus but his source indicated him that he spent a lot of time in this bar. He had to go with plan B… good thing he was at least a guy…

The demon looked up to the sign of the bar. It actually felt weird to him entering any bar that wasn’t Windy’s bar. It was probably the smell. Windy’s bar always had that strange gunpowder after-smell.

He double checked his equipment to see if he had everything he needed: He had his revolver filled with silver bullets and six more in case the first six weren’t enough. The rest of his bullets were his normal incendiary bullets. He also had everything he usually carried in his backpack and he knew that he could summon his scythe whenever he wanted. It seemed like he had everything he needed.

As he pushed the bar’s door open, some of the people immediately looked at him. Monsters were something that people saw from time to time but a small winged demon lizard was still rare. Wubbles glared at them which made them immediately look away. The lizard quickly glanced at the only picture he had of his target and quickly hid it away in the pocket of his jacket.

Wade is sitting at the bar having, downing another drink. His fist taped up with some blood on it from his last bare knuckle fight. He puts a tip in the tip jar and ask for another room of booze. The bartender nods and fills up his glass once again.

When Wade gets his glass back he once again downs his drink. He grabs a hand full of peanuts from a bowl and munches on them. He doesn’t see the lizard that just walked into the bar, hardly can see anything with all many drinks he has had so far.

Yep, that was him. The description fit perfectly, not only the physical one and the psychological one. He was told that his target would probably be getting piss drunk and there he was.

Wubbles released a long sigh as he jumped on top of the stool right next to his target, looking as… normal as he could. He was trying to pull off kind of a ‘ tired traveler more than anything’. He looked at the drinks presented at the other side of the bar.

“ Wonder what’s good here “ He said, pretending to say it to himself but actually kinda directing it to his target.

“old pappy bourbon is a good drink to start with.” Wade said as he took another swing of his glass. “wet your whistle pretty good.” He chuckled before letting out a hiccup.

Normally, Wubbles would turn to whoever had said that and say something along the lines of ‘ What the fuck does that mean? ‘

But he couldn’t. He had a job to do. He wanted the money. “ Well, that sounds like a dumb name for a drink, but if you say that its good, I guess I’l try it.”He said, immediately ordering that same drink from the waitress.

@sky-captain-jack

He growls “ What he fuck am I looking at?”

sky-captain-jack

By now Jack really wasn’t bothered by strange sights like this,but he sure wasn’t gonna repeat what the man just said. Last thing he need’s is his aunt scrubbing his mouth out.

“Sorry,sir..didn’t mean to get you’re way.” The kid promptly replied holding his small backpack straps. He really should have paid attention on the trail rather then just gazing off at the woods.

Wubbles groaned loudly. It was just a kid. And he promised himself that he would at least try to be nicer to kids.

“ Just get out of my sight. Need to get ready for the Winter that is coming.”

sky-captain-jack

The child adjusted his small pilot jacket before looking back to the ..dragon,he presumed. “You’re fixin too prep for winter,sir…? Do you..need help? My family has been teachin me how to get ready.” he said with faith southern accent.

Course,he was talking to a stranger. for all he knew this man would either be murderer or a thief, Or just very grouchy jerk. Still..Jack really didn’t mind assisting other survivors he met.

#sky-captain-jack #islandau

What the kid didn’t know was that Wubbles could actually be considered all of those three “ I can handle myself! Always had, always will. “ He said as he flapped his wings, at least trying to look scary.

@sky-captain-jack

He growls “ What he fuck am I looking at?”

sky-captain-jack

By now Jack really wasn’t bothered by strange sights like this,but he sure wasn’t gonna repeat what the man just said. Last thing he need’s is his aunt scrubbing his mouth out.

“Sorry,sir..didn’t mean to get you’re way.” The kid promptly replied holding his small backpack straps. He really should have paid attention on the trail rather then just gazing off at the woods.

#sky-captain-jack #islandau

Wubbles groaned loudly. It was just a kid. And he promised himself that he would at least try to be nicer to kids.

“ Just get out of my sight. Need to get ready for the Winter that is coming.”

@sky-captain-jack

He growls “ What he fuck am I looking at?”

#sky-captain-jack

Closed Starter With @thebrawlingdrunk

@thebrawlingdrunk

Wubbles stood in front of the door that lead to a bar. He had just recently gotten an assassination contract with someone that was supposed to be way more canine than any other normal person, or demon in his case. In short, he was hunting for a werewolf. Normally he would draw those kinds of preys to the forest where he could kill them without a ruckus but his source indicated him that he spent a lot of time in this bar. He had to go with plan B… good thing he was at least a guy…

The demon looked up to the sign of the bar. It actually felt weird to him entering any bar that wasn’t Windy’s bar. It was probably the smell. Windy’s bar always had that strange gunpowder after-smell.

He double checked his equipment to see if he had everything he needed: He had his revolver filled with silver bullets and six more in case the first six weren’t enough. The rest of his bullets were his normal incendiary bullets. He also had everything he usually carried in his backpack and he knew that he could summon his scythe whenever he wanted. It seemed like he had everything he needed.

As he pushed the bar’s door open, some of the people immediately looked at him. Monsters were something that people saw from time to time but a small winged demon lizard was still rare. Wubbles glared at them which made them immediately look away. The lizard quickly glanced at the only picture he had of his target and quickly hid it away in the pocket of his jacket.

Wade is sitting at the bar having, downing another drink. His fist taped up with some blood on it from his last bare knuckle fight. He puts a tip in the tip jar and ask for another room of booze. The bartender nods and fills up his glass once again.

When Wade gets his glass back he once again downs his drink. He grabs a hand full of peanuts from a bowl and munches on them. He doesn’t see the lizard that just walked into the bar, hardly can see anything with all many drinks he has had so far.

Yep, that was him. The description fit perfectly, not only the physical one and the psychological one. He was told that his target would probably be getting piss drunk and there he was.

Wubbles released a long sigh as he jumped on top of the stool right next to his target, looking as... normal as he could. He was trying to pull off kind of a ‘ tired traveler more than anything’. He looked at the drinks presented at the other side of the bar.

“ Wonder what’s good here “ He said, pretending to say it to himself but actually kinda directing it to his target.

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Wubbles was just simply just passing by at the moment. No real reason. Wendy was someone who Wubbles actually managed to support so he could be seen taking some trips to her camp from time to time. Just like now “ Yep, strangely… same. And Its gonna get really fucking boring for me once Winter falls.”

The child let her arms fall back to her sides and nodded at Wubbles, as a way to say hello. “If I remember right, Winter is your weakest season, yeah?” She asked.

She always enjoyed the visits, its better than just laying around doing nothing and interacting with…no one besides her twin.

#wiltedmorbidity #islandau

Wubbles rested his hand on his chest “ Even though I am part flamethrower “ He said, referring to his ability to breathe fire “ I am simply not made for the freezing temperatures of this goddamn island”

" I heard ya also despise a certain person just like me. A certain person that that we all thought that would stay dead for good this time."

“What the heck are you!?” Willow took a step back away from him. “Who’re you talking about?”

“Well…you’re pretty rude, aren’t you? It’s not like I need you to help me find West and his camp, and I won’t need you to help me kill him.” She put her hands on her hips.

#the-wanderer-willow #islandau #still very sorry that Wubbles is a complete dick

“ Yea I’m rude, well then you’re useless. Good luck finding his camp in this giant island. When you mange to find his camp You might find him dead already too. “ He flutters his wings a bit “ I’m a trained assassin “ He then crossed his arms “ You are someone with a torch. He is an insane killer. You think he’l be so easy to kill like that?”

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Wendy poked her head out from the caves, now starting to feel the cool air slowly making its way for the upcoming season. Where has she been all this time? Well, clearly hiding from the godforsaken heat of the Summer, that’s what.

She slowly crawled up to the surface and stood up, stretching out her arms.

“…I’m bored.”

#wiltedmorbidity #islandau #I too am bored #so here

Wubbles was just simply just passing by at the moment. No real reason. Wendy was someone who Wubbles actually managed to support so he could be seen taking some trips to her camp from time to time. Just like now “ Yep, strangely... same. And Its gonna get really fucking boring for me once Winter falls.”

" I heard ya also despise a certain person just like me. A certain person that that we all thought that would stay dead for good this time."

“What the heck are you!?” Willow took a step back away from him. “Who’re you talking about?”

“A torch can be a great weapon! Usually when you’re just fighting people though. And when it’s on fire. Could you show me where his camp is?”