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https://discord.gg/wCcGxfy we require a c t i v e mortals

hhhhHHHHH is it dragon tear? owo

i didn't take a screenshot but i don't think it will do anything anyways so i got onto a savefile and i kid you not i didn't do anything and apparently everyone had died. I didn't even do anything, everyone was well and fine when I got on, hell I was pretty sure there was more than enough food for everyone and stuff i don't know what happened but i did nothing and the game decided to declare everyone "dead"

I don't feel so good Mr.Stark anyways, avenger jokes aside, school, life, and the flu decided to slap me across the face at once and so now the art will arrive later i'm so sorry guys, i'll get back on it when i feel better ;;

You know I hadn’t expected for someone to do a playthrough of this at all so I gotta say tysvm and good luck on this tribe!! :’00

Queen’s expression darkened a bit. “She just swam a little too deep and far out... We never go past the shallows and the water washes off the stench her creations fear so much...”

“Hmm... It’s not the best idea... Arewe dumped some of her aquatic monstrosities into the sea as well, though they never stray too far since she tied them down with something. We don’t allow swimming in undesignated areas, not anymore...” Queen gave a sigh and looked off into the sky. “In fact, we don’t have aquatic anybodies who have been selected for the job since the last time.”

It woke up, peering out at the world from its sealed pit. When it was first trapped, it thought it could claw through those bars, but it appeared to be more sturdier than it appears to be. It prowled around, tusk glinting in the sun light, staring up. Those inferiors had already thrown him it’s scraps of food, though they seemed to be getting progressively better and better in quality each day. His captor is a bit strange apparently. It had been a month since he had came to consciousness and he, of course, went with his first instinct and tried to abduct a wingless bird who’d scratched and pecked him until his creator and her ragtag group had knocked him out and put him here. He wouldn’t be locked up anymore. After making sure no one was coming, he dug away at the walls of his pit to reveal a tunnel. Continuing up the tunnel, he scratched and broke through the grass surface and taking in the fresher air, he ran. Eventually he’d tire but found the village. When before it had been sweet swelling to him, now there was something foul smelling about the nichelings that inhabited the area and he briefly went away. It took a while but he’d find the ports. Without looking back, he’d jump to wherever his mind took him.

It was one of those spirit days and I wore my dad’s leather jacket and did the thinking face. Somehow my friend landed on the conclusion that I looked like an anime war lord.

(What a handsome boy) Queen watched him leave before turning around and flying back to the heart of the island.

Holy heckers ur art is beautiful :00

-I accept all wanderers in and keep rogue children. -i also let creatures die next to their mates, their mate’s corpse, or if they don’t have one, next to their family. -I also have a strange obsession with keeping poison fangs in my story mode playthrough

She stares at the flowers, squinting before nodding. “Go ahead, and have safe travels. If you find something writhing under your skin, don’t be afraid to come back and we will gladly remove it.” She waved with her wing and watched Mikkin go.

(🤔 hmmm) They arrive to the ports without any trouble and the winged one stopped. “Alright, we are here. But first, rub the soles of your paws against the flowers before going. Then leave for home.” She sat by, waiting for Mikkin to remove any possible parasites.

“Follow me to the north of the island. Although Arewe cleared a path to the only ports out, it’s still not as safe as anyone would like for it to be.” She began forward, refraining from her use of wings.