“I gazed into the abyss, and it bestowed greatness upon me.”
🐈⬛Ivan Kjaterenko
🐈⬛ Tabaxi hexblade warlock (great old one)
🐈⬛Dnd/BG3/Fantasy RP
🐈⬛Dms open to starters and plotting
🐈⬛multi-ship with chemistry
🐈⬛Mature and NSFW content 🔞
Queue the sound of a large branch snapping and crashing down. Followed by a solid 5 seconds of silence. A hand rises from the brush giving a thumbs up. “I’m Okay.”
“And you chose to practice on a complete stranger, what if I was a hair trigger wizard who just fireballs indiscriminately? You’d be a charred mess right about now.”
He quickly turned hearing the noise. Looking about faintly seeing a shape in the grass. “Show yourself!” Lifting his hand which was now arching with eldritch energy.
Pulling his back his hood letting his feline ears free from the cloth. The tears twitching slightly. Feeling something watching him, but do to his pact he always felt that way.
A soft chuckle under his breath as he did his best to dance around the roughhousing tieflings. “Careful now you two, you might end up wearing it instead of eating it.”
With a soft chuckle he would mingle with the others allowing Rowan to rest more. Eventually though the smell of cook food would linger throughout camp as Ivan made breakfast… well brunch.