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((i never saw this but this is pretty much just i can't even))

what can you spin me with your loom

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No sooner than Zhi's claws clasped the weathered urn did a frothy darkness spring forth from the grave at which she sat. Like a spirit freed from a bottle, it billowed forth, twisting itself up from the sand and anchoring itself to the surface with a variety of wicked-looking black appendages. A bundle of decaying robes laced with hackneyed stitches and loose bandages seeped with sand as it rose from the ground before her, clutching the bottom of her urn with a pair of grotesque and elongated black talons. After the initial startle, it became clear that the figure was cloaked and soft, cold breaths emanated from its cavernous shawl, smelling strongly of ancient dust and clay.

::I....::

::...beg your pardon...::

::...but I... believe you are holding my urn::

::If you would be so kind as to... just... let go of it,::

The figure tugged gently on the urn as he spoke.

::...I will be on my way.::

::Thank you.::

Zhi didn’t find herself picking at graves on most days. Today, however, was… one of those days. It wasn’t as if she left that afternoon with the thought, “I’m going to dig up some graves today.” She just left with her usual intentions to wander, in hopes of finding something new. But after circling areas she’s explored again and again, she found nothing.

"Well," she mused to herself, "That sandstorm the other day did kick around a lot of sand in one particular area… perhaps it unearthed something new." 

And so, the bird girl trekked onwards, determination and hope in her step. The world has been so boring lately! There was nothing new, and nobody wanted to talk with her about theories or philosophies or anything. The poor thing had nearly died of boredom. 

The sun had already set by the time she arrived in the area the sandstorm kicked around. She wandered around for another while and was about to give up when she finally saw something. It seemed that the storm had unearthed part of some building, and tons of graves surrounding it. Yes, she had never seen this structure before! She would have remembered - she remembers everything - but this was something entirely new to her.

The girl was on those ruins faster than a lost man on an oasis. First, she looked over the partially buried building; it was full of sand, so she couldn’t get in, but she certainly looked all over what she could see. It didn’t have any inscriptions or murals on it, so there wasn’t too much to look at. So, Zhi just turned her attention to the graves. She read over the glyphs carved into the stone, seeing if anything had something extra or unique. But.. they all seemed to be your average graves.

Finally, though, she saw - just barely - something sticking out of the sand at the foot of one grave. She immediately sat by it and tried to pull it out to no avail. After a pause, she looked to the grave it was buried beneath and bowed her head. “Pardon the intrusion,” she murmured before digging away. Soon enough, she unearthed it: a nearly fully-intact piece of pottery, probably an urn or something of the sort. Sitting tall with pride, she beamed beneath her mask, dumping the sand that remained inside of it. “What a find!”

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::I would like that very much.::

::The night is long and I am very cold.::

what can you spin me with your loom

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what can you spin me with your loom

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a bedraggled heap of dirty and sullen cloth wavers precariously on the precipice, grasping in vain with many fingers, for it has no hands with which to hold

it flutters softly with an empty, wisplike elegance, as though guided by the whimsy of unseen spirits

and then it departs

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But death is not the end for all things...

Indeed, for many it is the beginning.

For what, truly, could constitute the end of a life?

A final breath? A lack of conscious presence? The destruction of a body?

These are only associated with how death is perceived outwardly.

If breath, consciousness, or form cannot be observed, then how is one to know that there is anything to observe at all?

And, in turn, when these qualities are taken from something that previously possessed all three, what remains of it to be observed?

The answer is unclear. Enigmatic things that hover on the brink of perception.

But there is more to the world than what is visible. In order to see, there must be a light and all lights cast shadows.

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This blog is looking a bit... dead

It's starting to gather dust and cobwebs... That tends to attract unsavory stragglers. Dark things looking to pick apart the place in search of food or profit. Or darker things still that would make a nest of it and prey on the unsuspecting. Broken, twisted things with many legs and a ravenous desire for the living.

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[Hello companions! Nomember 23rd (tomorrow) marks the date of my creation! I’ve met so many wonderful travelers on my journey, and experienced a plethora of interactions among other wayfarers and mysterious greycloaks! I feel like I have grown so much since I met you all, and I must thank you for...

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{: Your clothing seems very unique to me. Are you from foreign land by chance? :}

This one has walked far, yes. As far as you stand now from where he began.

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((Here's the new bub! You can ask him questions or interact with him if you so desire! v u v))

This one wears his past and the colour of Kings.

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kitkatpurrpurr reblogged this from greycloakgraverobber and added:

oh good, so the fact I have 10 OCs isn’t so bad. ;w; 6 of them have blogs. ;w;

((It gets worse when you realize that  there's more than one active character in almost all of them.))

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((hey guys, sorry I haven't been around for a little while. Was having sort of a crazy time and then I got slammed by a nasty bug for like a week!

If there were roleplays or any other sort of project I was about to do with anybody before I fell off the earth, please, PLEASE do not hesitate to let me know! And as always, even if we didn't have something planned, if you're interested please let me know as well!

In other news, I think I have a problem...))

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((WOW THIS IS EVOCATIVE IMAGERY))

My storyboards are beautiful

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THE HALLOWEEN CURSE ENDS AT MIDNIGHT TONIGHT!

((Will YOU survive to tell the tale??))

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::K͇̈̃ͣ̍̑ͪͣe̛͕͍̠̻͓ͣ̊̚h̰̙̗̤̯̲̓̂̚e͔͖̗̻̬̠̜͐̓̾h̝̲̾ͤ̆͊ͩͅe̡ͦ̄̿h͇̹͔̾é̝͇h͇͖͙̱̫̍͞e͉͓̯̠ͤ̿̉̏̋͒!͆̚::

CHOMP!!

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Smiley face!

((Yeah, first time I was going to post this: clicked ‘answer privately’. So… second time’s the charm!

P.S. Oasis has never seen a character such as this lovely fellow before. owo))

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How is it that a nice guy like you descended from that assbutt?

::…..”nice guy”…..::

::…er… thank you…but…::

::…You mean?…Oh…. Oh, by the light, no….::

::As far as I understand it….I’m not actually biologically descended from A’ksethys….::

::It’s more a matter of me harboring his soul and less… with him having anything to do with my birth parents…Whoever they might have been.::

::I suppose when his essence was dissolved into the Mountain’s light, it was the luck of the draw who it would be recycled into…::

::….I’ve never been very lucky…::

::I suppose that’s something to be thankful for, though… I would hate to think I was related to that man in any more ways than I already am.::