Hello! I appear out of the shadows and into the moonlight that is chat sometimes. Or you can find me randomly popping into an art or roleplay forum

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She/They - Aroace - Scorpio - Band Kid [Clarinetist] - Suffering with Social Anxiety

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Crying whenever I breed two mela wolves and I don't get a mela-

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If I take a while to respond I'm so sorry! I read over certain responses like 10 times ;w;

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There was once a king who sat upon a throne

made from obsidian. A crown upon his brow made

from gold. His divine word lingering in every ear.

His orders absolute.

There was once a king who sat upon a throne

made from obsidian. With furrowed brow and set

lip, spoke molten gold to the ears of his subjects.

His orders absolute.

There was once a king who was made of stone. He

sat still upon a throne made from obsidian. His

castle adorned with vines and ruin. Divine tears of

gold from his eyes creating endless void upon the

marble. The booming echo of his voice no more.

There was once a king who ruled the kingdom of

stone.

His halls abandoned.

Divine gaze no longer cast upon his non-existent

people.

His body made from stone.

There was once a king.