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Current I love hunt showdown. nothing like talking shit in prox chat while having a friendly cowboy shootout over a bayou bounty. Now I just need to acquire skill over ungodly amount of hours playing the game
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It's crazy to see another furry in the wild. Well, back to my hidey-hole.
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Angus McSix and the Sword of Power is a pretty damn good album. I was hesitant about Thomas Winkler's new band after being booted from Gloryhammer but my worry was unfounded. He is def back one better
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What's all this about DnD, where my CoC bois at who enjoy the game where every encounter can be a TPK, never use magic unless you want to die, and where you never save the day but delay the inevitable
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Omiku


Omiku was waiting for the clashing of steel, the shedding of blood, the carnage of battle. But the opening gambit of the Sulfreyan's stunned her. Light disrupted the Kitsune's senses as her penumbral refuge faded for an agonizing length of time, her shadowy form shifted and shattered, screaming without a voice. Then the pain began to give way to desperation and rage, a faint noise in the back of her head spurring her on. A few riders caught her attention as her thoughts shifted to bringing the night early, but she was interrupted by more bursts of light flicker and burn. These ones from a friendly if antagonistic source, but painful all the same as the world faded from her again.

When she came too, she found herself spread thin as her shadow spread and seeped in the gaze of the setting sun. Somehow, she has just about survived to nightfall in spite of the efforts of foe and supposed friend. It has been long. Perhaps too long since she felt the sun fade, but her body remembered. Old emotions and instincts spurred to life from memories of past expeditions and raids under the embrace of darkness. It was a comforting, if not entirely pleasant, memory from back before her fate shifted to that prison. But the fate of the past is to remain fixed, She must concern herself with the future. To head further towards their goal, no doubt the last encounter was but a taste of what is to come. It is certain now that her extended stay in the maw has weakened her more than she thought, in this state she would need to rely on these non-kin if she is to have a future.
@Red Wizard

Can do boss, though internet was out tonight, from another storm and i think maybe even a tornado (or at least some really harsh winds) so I will in the next 36 hours. Will write on my phone if I need to
@Red Wizard

Finger in many pies, lost the time.
Also some wonky weather the last handful of days, had some power interruptions.
Anyways, I am a little stuck on ideas but I'll try to think of something to add. Seems like something is about to happen in the RP so maybe I'll wait on that?
Omiku

Omiku considered the woman's question, but she was not sure what to answer. Her kind is a rare breed nowadays and unless the group is familiar with exotic legends they would be unfamiliar with the concept of what she is. Some called her a vampire, an inaccurate assumption as besides some bloodlust and a queer sensitivity to sunlight she shares little with those lesser things. Some considered her to be some sort of living shadow, which has merit but it would be closer to say she is more like a mix of umbra and blood rather than how others might consider themselves to be 'flesh and blood'. Others guessed her kind to be some sort of demon and they had good reason, but that was... history even more ancient than her. Whatever Omiku would say, she surmised she should not lie, even if not speaking the whole truth. Trust will be a rare commodity with this group and it would not help if she gives them reason to doubt her.

But before she could formulate what to say a horde of nomads came upon them. She could just catch that the savages were afraid of something before chaos broke out with an uncomfortably piercing screech that broke into their ranks. And from that point a lot of former men quickly became corpses as the rest of the group joined in. Something was said about Sulfreyans riding on wyrms but she could care little about that at the moment. She was more concerned with all the blood dotting the land around them. All the perfectly good blood now without owners. It has not been long since she last fed. Three days, maybe four? She was not feeling hungry but... maybe it is the sheer quantity of sustenance around her, maybe it was the unease and frustration she felt around that pyromaniac. But she felt eager to take up this free meal as she reached out from the shadow of her...host with umbral pseudopods, snaking around the carnage. One, two, three, seven, even more shadows projected from that of the ogre as Omiku pulled the crimson fluid towards her. The blood slowly beaded at first before forming streams flowing both on the ground and in the air, twisting and turning towards her shadowy form to be absorbed as she allowed herself to feast greedily for the first time in quite a while. At the same time, her shadowy tendrils reached towards the shadows of the fallen as she stole even the shade they casted, though that would probably be hard to notice with everything else going on.

Once she had more than her fill, and as that fiery fool antagonized her with the intense and bright flames, she retreated back into the shadows. Becoming indistinguishable. If she is to act on the Sulfreyans, she would prefer to do it with surprise.
Omiku


Omiku's focus shifted as the Warden spoke of an old haunt long long ago. Showed a familiar place. A familiar face marked for execution and it was up to her and her... co-conspirators to carry out the command. Killing a supposed 'god-king' would be quite a task to pull off she thought with a barely audible chuckle. One of the few unyielding obstacles of her past has returned. She and her kin tried to slaughter the lands of Sulfry long ago when she was barely a shadow, but their walls proved tricky to overcome. She wondered if her kind were remembered or forgotten. As the walls around her shifted and crashed, she took one glance at her companions. They were not kin, but perhaps with the crucible that is this mission they could be.




Omiku was among the last to awaken from the transition. Her hearing picked up first. She heard a madman cackle, the sound of crackling fire, a simple minded brute... others... but that was not a concern to her. She felt vibrations. Shaking. Felt a sizzle on her form. She...faintly smelled something burning. But before she could piece two and two together she face twisted with an inaudible smack as her vision stirred.

The Sun! Omiku came to with a startled hiss at the realization of being exposed to that accursed celestial orb as her shadow danced as if standing on hot coals while trying to alert her to the exposure. She glanced around rapidly for cover. Any cover. Her eyes settled on the welcoming shade cast by the ogre as she sprinted across the scalding field to the cool and comfortable shelter cast by the giant of a woman.

"I must borrow your shade, friend." Omiku said quickly, as pleasant and nice she could manage while she seemingly melted into her shadow and melded with the shadow casted by the ogre. The only evidence of her presence being the faint outline of her darker silhouette and piercing red eyes that glanced around the surroundings. Finally safe from the inhospitable conditions of the present environment, she relaxed and joined in on the conversation as she was carried with the shadow.

"I... have not been to this place in a long time. Since my kin and I came around here to feed some.... seventy years ago perhaps. Maybe more. It will be tough getting into the cities of Sulfey, we will need to look and act like we belong or they will be suspicious." Omiku stated, ignoring the question about her name. This group of unsavory elements of society is not one that can be easily trusted, and trust is the first step towards betrayal. Though it did not help that the sun always sours her mood, and it was a challenge to not snap at the firebrand, his attitude too brash for her to stand. But she would endure even this torment if it meant freedom.

Omiku


Omiku watched and waited. Silently. Patiently. She was practically a model prisoner. She never caused a fuss, always did whatever was told. She had little reason to think she could get away with doing otherwise, and if nothing else perhaps she could wait it out, outlive this place. Is her behavior why they brought her here? With these others? They would never free her for good behavior, so they must have some sort of job for her. Her brows furrowed, hopefully it was not something in the sun. How she despised that accursed orb, nothing like the cool embrace of the void. Of darkness and shadows. At leas that was one small comfort to this place, it felt soothing to be surrounded by but the faintest trace of light. A benefit to being 'passive', as far as those that run this place thinks she is, they do not burn her with the light and allow her some leeway. Regardless, she could not do anything against them for now. They knew that, and she knew it too.

Omiku played with her food, offering but a fraction of her attention to this 'warden'. The blood pooled around her and danced on the floor, twisting and forming into familiar patterns before dispersing and being reabsorbed into her armor just to slowly seep out on the floor again. Finally she got bored of this and peered from the darkness into the dim light. Reaching out into the shadows dancing from the glow of illumination. There was much unknown to her, but some scant traces of information was revealed of the company she was in. She could bear to be with the lot of them... as far as she can tell, but that.... fool who plays with fire. She can smell it on him. Hear it in the whispers between shadows. Instinctively her lips curled as she bore her fangs silently. Fire is not fond of her, neither is she is fond of fire. It has a tendency to... stick to her. To choke out the darkness. Whatever was going on, she had no choice in the matter. But she had the choice to not like it.
@Red Wizard
it is going. just kinda distracted for a bit.

@Red Wizard oh no, there is no demand. I was merely speaking in jest and a little spirit of playfulness. But I suppose that is not welcome here. I apologize.
ey lads. a certain other person i talk to is feeling awkward to say but they request I demand a discord on their behalf. it would be pretty sweet, we can share memes coordinate our shenanigans and also do some shipping as tends to happen. so what does everyone think?

Also I might reveal a secret about myself that no one knows except for everybody I told it too. That may or may not be a bribe. there will be cookies. That was a bribe.

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