ardent

Soulless Forest Altar



Ghoul

"Sore Loser"

Loner

Master Hunter (305)

Master Fighter (440)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

An icon representing the specialty Bulwark Bulwark

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
346
player
ghostliem

Dream WeaverSamhain 2022Statue 3 WorshipVengeanceUnderachieverDouble Master
OverachieverHow many times do I have to teach you a lesson?! By the skin of my teethOoh La La1KCritical Fail!
Critical Attack!The Ooze Participant
10-23-2022, 07:37 AM

He and his brother had been young when the Long Night had appeared. To their benefit, they had been granted nice gifts so when the seasons changed abruptly, a sense of happiness flowed through the pale boy. Fog rolled around him as he followed the breathy whispers toward the altar. Having spent the time to collect fallen teeth from his own companions and the kills that would soon be taxidermy for his brother, Ghoul was pleased with his offering. A wide smile spread across his lips as he approached with Macabre. "This statue is amazing," Ghoul whispered to his brother as his ruby gaze flashed up to the state standing before them. Already, multiple gifts were spread out, but he hoped the familiars would take what he had to offer. Pulling it off from around his neck, Ghoul set down a twine necklace strung with teeth of varying sizes that would be large enough to settle around the statue's neck. Bowing his own head out of respect as he backed away, he waited for Macabre to present his own.

G H O U L



NPC:

As the decoration is laid, the familiars move to begin their investigation. They pick through the pieces of the offering as carefully as possible as to not disturb the layout the wolf has chosen. Speaking amongst themselves in hushed whispers too soft for prying ears, the familiars are clearly discussing what their God might think of Ghoul’s decoration.

The familiars don’t say much and in fact don’t seem to notice Ghoul there at all. They have a quiet contemplative moment looking upon the offering, somehow both critical and appreciative, before shrugging their shoulders and continuing with their duties. A large black cat steps forward to block your view with a prize in hand, smiling a soft smile and pressing the gift up against your paw. She encourages you gently to move on at your own pace.

You have received:
176 Gems & Half Word-Count Seasonal Pass

Gemstones added to credit.

Staff: note when claimed

Warning: If anyone dares to fuck with Cricket, their pups, or Macabre, you will be answering to him.