03-17-2023, 12:39 PM
The woman was sitting outside her home. Paws molding something out of clay. Nothing special. Just a rough bowl. The woman had several other ones drying on the porch behind her. The second this one was finished, it joined the others. Then she got more clay.
Starting to mold it into another bowl. Why was she making these? She had no real reason. She was bored and could paint them later for amusement. So, maybe that was a reason. The woman hummed softly. Focused on her work.
actions | "speech" | attacking
Starting to mold it into another bowl. Why was she making these? She had no real reason. She was bored and could paint them later for amusement. So, maybe that was a reason. The woman hummed softly. Focused on her work.
actions | "speech" | attacking
☪ you wanted it to be picture perfect
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"To become a monster like me, is to admit you were too weak to remain a human."
"Eternity is wasted upon the likes of you. Try as you might, immortality slips away. And you remain with only your shame."
[/td][/tr][/table]"Eternity is wasted upon the likes of you. Try as you might, immortality slips away. And you remain with only your shame."