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05-07-2017, 02:35 PM
ÖDE
Öde had somehow gotten himself involved in a party. He must have been lying dead and buried this time last year, and before that he can't remember, maybe the rift gods had delayed the normal festivities. Either way, it's apparently tradition or some shit, so while Öde did his best to balk and complain, arguing that his time was best spent in the caves with the gods - here he was.
Huffing in exaggeration Öde watched some of them setting to work. He instead stretched out his forelegs and leaned into a good piss, his leather straps swaying at his sides, ready to be buckled before he set himself into the more physical task of somehow erecting a fucking fortune teller's booth. Truth be told he was looking forward to prattling off absurd fortunes (because it was clearly a sham, he had no gifts for such a thing) and wondered if he played his words well if he might not make one of them come true that very night (a handsome and incredible black and red stallion will bed you...).
Smirking, Öde drew himself back up and started to fiddle with his manly girth. As he did so he called over to the assembled group, talking out of the side of his mouth as he worked the leather into submission. "'EY! Anyone know how to build, got a horn reading spot that needs erecting."
Huffing in exaggeration Öde watched some of them setting to work. He instead stretched out his forelegs and leaned into a good piss, his leather straps swaying at his sides, ready to be buckled before he set himself into the more physical task of somehow erecting a fucking fortune teller's booth. Truth be told he was looking forward to prattling off absurd fortunes (because it was clearly a sham, he had no gifts for such a thing) and wondered if he played his words well if he might not make one of them come true that very night (a handsome and incredible black and red stallion will bed you...).
Smirking, Öde drew himself back up and started to fiddle with his manly girth. As he did so he called over to the assembled group, talking out of the side of his mouth as he worked the leather into submission. "'EY! Anyone know how to build, got a horn reading spot that needs erecting."
I have become DEATH
the destroyer of worlds.
image creditsthe destroyer of worlds.
Be aware active magic doesn't work in his vicinity due to his magic!
62.5/62.5 HPHelovia Hard Mode
