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"Skitters has been behaving herself." The spider assured him. quickly pocketing the gold coins. She was indeed smart enough not to steal... anything of worth. she may or may not have gotten a five finger discount on a bottle or two from the tavern.

Skitters has returned! the spider inching across an overhead structure beam in the temple. before dropping down on a rope of webbing, holding out a parcel to Cronus. Another set of silken finery for the god. "Skitters has a delivery, yes. Shiny Coins please." -@3v3ryd00r

"There you are!" Cronus took the parcel eagerly, "These are the ones I sent for, yes? Oh you even got the embroidery right!"

Cronus gripped the parcel greedily, before summoning a handful of coins from his treasury.

"Your payment as agreed." He said, passing them to the spider, "I trust there was no concern at your presence in the village?"

Skitters was harmless, mostly. Cronus knew she dabbled in piracy, but she was far too intelligent to behave like one in his domain.

Still, her presence may have startled a villager or two. Cronus just wanted to be sure he wouldn't have to soothe any frazzled nerves.

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"Excellent. I'll be sure not to cause trouble." He bowed his head before carefully turning and making his way out of the temple.

The clatter of hooves slowly entered the temple, uneasy on tile flooring, the large individual took care to make sure his hooves didn't slip from under him. A centaur, something not often seen these days, carefully made his way through the crowd. Hefting a large basket to the ground, it was filled to brimming with mushrooms and wild herbs. "heard villagers can't safely pass into the forest, so i brought some of the forest bounty as an offering to the resident... deity? god? ... one by the name of Cronus." -@3v3ryd00r

The golden Lares bowed their heads low; accepting the newcomer's presence. The skeletal creatures hovered up to the temple, alerting said resident God of a newcomer.

"Yes, yes, I know I must greet him, I didn't learn manners yesterday, you know.' He scolded the guardian spirits before turning to the newcomer.

"Good Afternoon! I'm delighted by this wild bounty you offer, and grant you a----"

He stopped, staring in surprise at the four=legged creature.

"A boon." He finished, somewhat lamely.

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"They are... an interesting people. to say the least." Aspen laughed a little nervously, before taking the pen and signing the form, passing it back to him. "First thing to ask... do you have a farrier or blacksmith in this village of yours? I need to trade out the shoes on my hooves."

The clatter of hooves slowly entered the temple, uneasy on tile flooring, the large individual took care to make sure his hooves didn't slip from under him. A centaur, something not often seen these days, carefully made his way through the crowd. Hefting a large basket to the ground, it was filled to brimming with mushrooms and wild herbs. "heard villagers can't safely pass into the forest, so i brought some of the forest bounty as an offering to the resident... deity? god? ... one by the name of Cronus." -@3v3ryd00r

The golden Lares bowed their heads low; accepting the newcomer's presence. The skeletal creatures hovered up to the temple, alerting said resident God of a newcomer.

"Yes, yes, I know I must greet him, I didn't learn manners yesterday, you know.' He scolded the guardian spirits before turning to the newcomer.

"Good Afternoon! I'm delighted by this wild bounty you offer, and grant you a----"

He stopped, staring in surprise at the four=legged creature.

"A boon." He finished, somewhat lamely.

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"To be fair, i've not really seen any other centaurs either. Oh, right, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Aspen. I was raised as a wood elf so the name was given by my father. I'm half Wood elf, but look like my mother." He grinned.

The clatter of hooves slowly entered the temple, uneasy on tile flooring, the large individual took care to make sure his hooves didn't slip from under him. A centaur, something not often seen these days, carefully made his way through the crowd. Hefting a large basket to the ground, it was filled to brimming with mushrooms and wild herbs. "heard villagers can't safely pass into the forest, so i brought some of the forest bounty as an offering to the resident... deity? god? ... one by the name of Cronus." -@3v3ryd00r

The golden Lares bowed their heads low; accepting the newcomer's presence. The skeletal creatures hovered up to the temple, alerting said resident God of a newcomer.

"Yes, yes, I know I must greet him, I didn't learn manners yesterday, you know.' He scolded the guardian spirits before turning to the newcomer.

"Good Afternoon! I'm delighted by this wild bounty you offer, and grant you a----"

He stopped, staring in surprise at the four=legged creature.

"A boon." He finished, somewhat lamely.

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Aspen rose to full height, crossing his arms over his chest. "Just want to be able to safely enter the village and take up work from time to time.... I have some plow training. Animal Husbandry. Some very basic lumber and mining, though i don't know if i will fit in a mine that was not specifically made for centaur use."

The clatter of hooves slowly entered the temple, uneasy on tile flooring, the large individual took care to make sure his hooves didn't slip from under him. A centaur, something not often seen these days, carefully made his way through the crowd. Hefting a large basket to the ground, it was filled to brimming with mushrooms and wild herbs. "heard villagers can't safely pass into the forest, so i brought some of the forest bounty as an offering to the resident... deity? god? ... one by the name of Cronus." -@3v3ryd00r

The golden Lares bowed their heads low; accepting the newcomer's presence. The skeletal creatures hovered up to the temple, alerting said resident God of a newcomer.

"Yes, yes, I know I must greet him, I didn't learn manners yesterday, you know.' He scolded the guardian spirits before turning to the newcomer.

"Good Afternoon! I'm delighted by this wild bounty you offer, and grant you a----"

He stopped, staring in surprise at the four=legged creature.

"A boon." He finished, somewhat lamely.

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Buck bleated at them, though at his size it sounded more like a bellow. Sotsona smiled, moving her hands to gently scratch Tokitael under the chin "Don't mind Buck, he's not the friendliest. the lambs and ewes are docile though."

Sotsona could very well see that Buck was picking fights again. Standing she dusted herself off before grabbing her shepherd's hook, using it to hook onto Buck's horn and pulling him away from the not so small dragon hatchling "Come on ye great hooven disaster, let's not pick fights with behemoths, yeah?" She pushed him towards the ewes to get him back to his herd then turned to the small dragon, gently using her crook to push Tokitael back towards his mother. "Let's not mess with herbivores with a violent streak, yeah?"

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reblog because i'm proud of this image XD

and i wanna share my tiny terrors

Skitters and Squibbles woke up and decided to be menaces today XD

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Skitters and Squibbles woke up and decided to be menaces today XD

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SPOODERS! OVO

Have I ever shared those anthro spider warrior drafts? I'm really not sure~. :D

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When skitters subclasses into bardic skill XD

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"Oh... that makes sense. Gotta know the thing to counter it." Suki tilted her head a little. "precisely. Most creatures don't inherently want to hurt someone, humans are just really really good at invading creatures' spaces."

There is a small child sitting at the base of a tree. waiting. holding a staff close to herself. Despite the yellow dress she wore, her boots were made for walking. and her skirt's hem was dusted with the grime of travel. -@3v3ryd00r

Hazamaveth watches her from the branches of a big old bitternut hickory. He clutches at the trunk with his front claws and back feet pressed into the bark; like a bat on a wall.

The girl is just a little slip of a thing; and so cute it makes his teeth ache. Not to mention; she doesn't seem afraid. In fact, she looks right at home, sitting under the bitternut tree.

And seeing such a darling thing has him feeling a bit ornery.

Daylight isn't the best for raising haints, but he's never been one to turn from a challenge.

He creeps down lower, as silent as a spider, and makes his breath as cold as a graveyard breeze, blowing down gently.

It travels the ten feet or so down to tickle the back of her neck.

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Suki tilted her head a little. "you follow a religion? ... I suppose i shouldn't be surprised, i just... didn't expect something that looks quite like you to want to." She admitted to him. "I already figured that out, usually when something wants to cause harm, they don't really announce themselves first."

There is a small child sitting at the base of a tree. waiting. holding a staff close to herself. Despite the yellow dress she wore, her boots were made for walking. and her skirt's hem was dusted with the grime of travel. -@3v3ryd00r

Hazamaveth watches her from the branches of a big old bitternut hickory. He clutches at the trunk with his front claws and back feet pressed into the bark; like a bat on a wall.

The girl is just a little slip of a thing; and so cute it makes his teeth ache. Not to mention; she doesn't seem afraid. In fact, she looks right at home, sitting under the bitternut tree.

And seeing such a darling thing has him feeling a bit ornery.

Daylight isn't the best for raising haints, but he's never been one to turn from a challenge.

He creeps down lower, as silent as a spider, and makes his breath as cold as a graveyard breeze, blowing down gently.

It travels the ten feet or so down to tickle the back of her neck.

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"Yes and no... Yokai are more like... supernatural energy given shape. this one happens to be a cat... this isn't his proper form, but his bigger form scares me too much and he says i'm too pitiful when i'm in tears to take seriously." The feline chuffed softly "Well it's true. You're already tiny."

There is a small child sitting at the base of a tree. waiting. holding a staff close to herself. Despite the yellow dress she wore, her boots were made for walking. and her skirt's hem was dusted with the grime of travel. -@3v3ryd00r

Hazamaveth watches her from the branches of a big old bitternut hickory. He clutches at the trunk with his front claws and back feet pressed into the bark; like a bat on a wall.

The girl is just a little slip of a thing; and so cute it makes his teeth ache. Not to mention; she doesn't seem afraid. In fact, she looks right at home, sitting under the bitternut tree.

And seeing such a darling thing has him feeling a bit ornery.

Daylight isn't the best for raising haints, but he's never been one to turn from a challenge.

He creeps down lower, as silent as a spider, and makes his breath as cold as a graveyard breeze, blowing down gently.

It travels the ten feet or so down to tickle the back of her neck.

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"i mean, you're right, it is pretty close. it's down to where our magic comes from that separates me from a witch. I haven't made a pact." She explained to him. "er... would it help if i said he wasn't exactly a cat... he's a yokai. A nekomata.... I think... i mean he has two tails and speaks... typical nekomata activities." she smiled.

There is a small child sitting at the base of a tree. waiting. holding a staff close to herself. Despite the yellow dress she wore, her boots were made for walking. and her skirt's hem was dusted with the grime of travel. -@3v3ryd00r

Hazamaveth watches her from the branches of a big old bitternut hickory. He clutches at the trunk with his front claws and back feet pressed into the bark; like a bat on a wall.

The girl is just a little slip of a thing; and so cute it makes his teeth ache. Not to mention; she doesn't seem afraid. In fact, she looks right at home, sitting under the bitternut tree.

And seeing such a darling thing has him feeling a bit ornery.

Daylight isn't the best for raising haints, but he's never been one to turn from a challenge.

He creeps down lower, as silent as a spider, and makes his breath as cold as a graveyard breeze, blowing down gently.

It travels the ten feet or so down to tickle the back of her neck.

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Found and added Suki's mage stats to her biopage. don't have much written down for her yet, but i do have her reference image at least.

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"... yes, no and no... i don't know any higher tier spells like cure illness yet. I mostly know protective spells and summoning. things like mending, shocking grasp, tiny hut, and of course, find familiar, gotta know where Sir Neko is in case i need to see. The void took my sight so i have to borrow his eyes on occasion."

There is a small child sitting at the base of a tree. waiting. holding a staff close to herself. Despite the yellow dress she wore, her boots were made for walking. and her skirt's hem was dusted with the grime of travel. -@3v3ryd00r

Hazamaveth watches her from the branches of a big old bitternut hickory. He clutches at the trunk with his front claws and back feet pressed into the bark; like a bat on a wall.

The girl is just a little slip of a thing; and so cute it makes his teeth ache. Not to mention; she doesn't seem afraid. In fact, she looks right at home, sitting under the bitternut tree.

And seeing such a darling thing has him feeling a bit ornery.

Daylight isn't the best for raising haints, but he's never been one to turn from a challenge.

He creeps down lower, as silent as a spider, and makes his breath as cold as a graveyard breeze, blowing down gently.

It travels the ten feet or so down to tickle the back of her neck.

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"Mave? i think i can remember that. My name is Suki, and i just call this beast here Sir Neko since he won't tell me his proper name." She smiled a little. "Er, not quite. witches are a subsect of the warlock study of magic. I'm a wizard. I use a tome and materials along with a magic focus to cast my magic rather than a pact with a supernatural power." She held out her staff so he could see the little bird carved into the top of it. "the pearls in the bird's eyes are my focus."

There is a small child sitting at the base of a tree. waiting. holding a staff close to herself. Despite the yellow dress she wore, her boots were made for walking. and her skirt's hem was dusted with the grime of travel. -@3v3ryd00r

Hazamaveth watches her from the branches of a big old bitternut hickory. He clutches at the trunk with his front claws and back feet pressed into the bark; like a bat on a wall.

The girl is just a little slip of a thing; and so cute it makes his teeth ache. Not to mention; she doesn't seem afraid. In fact, she looks right at home, sitting under the bitternut tree.

And seeing such a darling thing has him feeling a bit ornery.

Daylight isn't the best for raising haints, but he's never been one to turn from a challenge.

He creeps down lower, as silent as a spider, and makes his breath as cold as a graveyard breeze, blowing down gently.

It travels the ten feet or so down to tickle the back of her neck.