(okay, lol.)
Iridescence: Well, I simply live in a cottage in the forest. I can shapeshift, as you could tell… she laughs nervously then gracefully sips some more "intoxication" This really isn't too bad, it's a shame the lizard is asleep… I would ask him what type of drink this is. I'm personally more familiar with dandelion wine…
Pandora: shakes her head trust me, you do not want to deal with that lizard when he is awake.
Ōn’nyosh: Moans in his sleep, his tongue still dangling out of his mouth in a strangely cute and goofy way.
Iridescence: If you say so… Although, he does not seem too bad… glances at the lizard and drinks more whiskey
Pandora: shrugs You will see for yourself when he inevitably wakes up.
Ōn’nyosh: Mumbles in his sleep, So cuddly.
Iridecence: chuckles Heaven knows what the lizard dreams of…
Pandora: creates a cube of dark energy and tosses it around casually
Ōn’nyosh: Continues mumbling in his sleep, Very cuddly. I love cuddles. Come here. Snores louder.
Pandora: rolls her eyes and throws the dark energy cube in Ōn’nyosh’s direction, not quite hitting him but getting very close.
Ōn’nyosh: Jolts awake at the near miss. He instantly grabs a dagger off his hip and looks around with a paranoid look. He then quickly figures out it had been Pandora ‘attacking’ him and groans, sheathing the dagger. You just had to interrupt a good dream, huh? Sits up and sighs.
Iridecence: chuckles softly What was the dream, Ōn’nyosh? If you don't mind me asking. sips some more whiskey and starts to examine the bottle
Ōn’nyosh: Looks at Iridescence and chuckles. Like whiskey, huh? He then pauses to remember the dream. Well… It was me, a lovely woman, bottle of wine, and a big bed. I think you can guess the rest. Snickers.
Iridecence: partly whispers to herself Whiskey, I've never heard of it… it does taste quite interesting.
looks at Ōn’nyosh and lightly tilts her head A woman… your wife?
(me who has read the rps featuring Ōn’nyosh: ( ''o-o))
(Lmao! Yeah, he’s a naughty boy, lol)
Ōn’nyosh: Chuckles at her comment about whiskey. He then laughs at her question. Fuck no. I am not a married man, nor that kind of guy. I’m a fucking whore around women. Any and every kind of woman, from humans to vampires to dragons. And, believe me, I would rather worship a woman than a fucking dumbshit god. Grins.
Ōn’nyosh: Jolts awake at the near miss. He instantly grabs a dagger off his hip and looks around with a paranoid look. He then quickly figures out it had been Pandora ‘attacking’ him and groans, sheathing the dagger. You just had to interrupt a good dream, huh? Sits up and sighs.
Pandora: snickers You were talking in your sleep. It was quite annoying.
Ōn’nyosh: Looks at Pandora and rolls his eyes. So I was talking in my sleep. I do that sometimes. It doesn’t mean you have to try and fucking hit me with dark magic! Glares breifly, though not harshly.
Pandora: shrugs If I was actually trying to hit you, I would not have missed. Stop fussing.
Ōn’nyosh: Sticks his tongue out and wiggles it at her. If you want me to stop fussing, screw me then. Laughs.
Pandora: recoils slightly Ugh. No, thank you.
(How to describe Pandora…… Lesbiab…… less bean…… girls)
Ōn’nyosh: Chuckles at her comment about whiskey. He then laughs at her question. Fuck no. I am not a married man, nor that kind of guy. I’m a fucking whore around women. Any and every kind of woman, from humans to vampires to dragons. And, believe me, I would rather worship a woman than a fucking dumbshit god. Grins.
Iridescence: shudders and instinctively pulls the skirt of her dress down, then quickly finishes the whiskey Well, that's… interesting…
Ōn’nyosh: Raises an eyebrow and chuckles. Not a fan of men, huh? Oh well. But, if you ever decide to experiment, I won’t stop you. I’ll probably beg for attention, in fact. Chuckles.
(Lol. Ōn’nyosh will still flirt, even if he’s rejected. That, and he’s been known to convert some women to bisexual, lol. He’s that guy)
Iridescence: shudders and instinctively pulls the skirt of her dress down, then quickly finishes the whiskey Well, that's… interesting…
Ōn’nyosh: Notices her reaction, concern quickly canceling out the flirtatious look in his eyes. If I spooked you, I’m sorry. I may be a whore, but I don’t push myself on anyone, man or woman. Honestly, I’d fucking castrate any man I saw doing that to a woman, in a fucking heartbeat. That… sighs and shakes his head, a flare of anger coming into his expression… That sort of thing is beyond disrespectful. But, anyway. Grabs a new bottle of whiskey and chugs it.