Villager: Danforth
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Villager Info
ID: #356575
Name: Danforth
Gender: Unspecified
Location: Olde Foxbury
Born 6 years, 2 days ago
Career: Explorer
Owner: Hatsuko
Species: Cat
Color: Tabby
Costume: Royal
Buffs:House: Olde Foxbury House (232/250)
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About
❥The Philomath
He? It? Is royalty somewhere??? At least it is pretty sure that at one time it was a he, and that it’s name was Danforth, and it was royalty. Also probably a scholar of some noteworthy calibur, but that’s where things start to get hazy and nightmare inducing. It’s a Psychology professor now, ironically.
Nebulously connected to Lisandro via overdue library notices and late fees, absolutely hates being wrong about anything, enjoys baby metal and ambient whisper tracks where you can’t really make out what is being said. It owns a house boat in Second Life where it is not a repulsive tentacle faced cat-monster that strikes fear and madness in to whomever would dare make eye contact with it.
It keeps to itself (mostly) and avoids confrontations of all kinds at all costs (most of the time). It is said that during happy hour at Starbucks, it will emerge from its lair to procure frappes.
♫ Catfish - Waxahatchee
♫ Heavy Stone - Kyla La Grange
Paintie by the always incredible Polymathema
precious smol by deerSkullz thank you for this adorable tiny of my son!
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
He? It? Is royalty somewhere??? At least it is pretty sure that at one time it was a he, and that it’s name was Danforth, and it was royalty. Also probably a scholar of some noteworthy calibur, but that’s where things start to get hazy and nightmare inducing. It’s a Psychology professor now, ironically.
Nebulously connected to Lisandro via overdue library notices and late fees, absolutely hates being wrong about anything, enjoys baby metal and ambient whisper tracks where you can’t really make out what is being said. It owns a house boat in Second Life where it is not a repulsive tentacle faced cat-monster that strikes fear and madness in to whomever would dare make eye contact with it.
It keeps to itself (mostly) and avoids confrontations of all kinds at all costs (most of the time). It is said that during happy hour at Starbucks, it will emerge from its lair to procure frappes.
♫ Catfish - Waxahatchee
♫ Heavy Stone - Kyla La Grange
Paintie by the always incredible Polymathema
precious smol by deerSkullz thank you for this adorable tiny of my son!
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Lol your pet´s name is amazing.
*gently deposits Frappes outside lair with a note that says "Thank you for the welcome!"
:3 Hullo friend~