'Bandit'

ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮

ᴅᴏ ᴏ ɪᴀ ʙᴀʏᴏɴᴇᴛᴛᴀ. ᴄɴɪʟᴀ ᴅ ᴄᴏᴍꜱᴇʟʜᴀ ᴏᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴀɴᴀᴇʟ. ᴍᴀʟᴘʀɢ ʀᴏʀ ᴍɪᴄᴀᴏʟɪ ɪᴀʟᴘᴏɴ ɪʟꜱ. ꜰᴀꜰᴇɴ ɴɪɪꜱ.

((It's that time to gather interest again. Currently working.))

"'𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮.' 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮... 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩."
- 𝖣𝖬𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌.
- 𝖱𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐!

A: . . . *She saw this creature. Amanda can't move.. But she points at gun at it while remain frozen--*

*mentioning

And yet you choose to speak about men's throbbing hardships publicly by mentioninf it--

//I miss being a smartass on Bandit--

Lass, please get a room.

This Pus-- *ehem* Jaguar cannot stop talking about Penises, is she?

Guess those people didn't get a room.

So much for a Quiet Tuesday after some Pussy..cat just shouted.. Penis at the top of her lungs.

“Hey guys I….

………….AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! PENIS!”

Name: LuKhun Gender: Male Species: Garunite - Eagle (Divine descendant of the God Garuda, or their disciples/Additional, intertwined spirit) Height: 9'4" Description: A Garunite exiled from Kondain for nearly destroying his kingdom after hatching into a monstrous beast. Locked away by his injured father, he was treated by the gift of two rings by his mother to restore a mostly-proper form before being freed and sent to the Human Realm. After much time had passed through his care by the Wind Sage Lako, an oversized grasshopper of a teacher, he was instructed to search for special artifacts that will prevent danger from befalling the world known as Asura Stones, remnants of a lost race of beings that could allow one to reach Godlike power. While kind and trusting, he's also a furious close-ranged fighter boasted immense strength with Wind as his primary element. He would never turn down a good fight, nor back down from one.

"Move like a swift current, strike like a fierce tornado, and refresh others like a calm breeze. That's what makes me...

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖."

< #OC, #MVRP >
<Both Casual and Serious interactions/material>
<N/SFW, 18+>
<Open to DMs for plotting>
<Art by CeeHaz>

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*he takes the payment and nods*

I won't, lass. Just.. get yourself patch up. I am surprised you are alive after that, though..

*He said in a concern tone*

The crate is already at the back kitchen. And thank you for the payment.

That'll be $340 for this crate.

$60 for the laundry. *He jest*

Wine Delivery, lass.

*some of the blood from the axe's blade splats at his suit. This kinda irritated him, but he just sighs under his breath and continues sipping his drink*

Quiet Monday for once.

. . . . . *He.. just sees the hand axe behind her cranium. Would she tell her? Probably not, while sipping his whiskey*

I--

More like a Toad--

Yes? *SLAPPED.mp3*