Wardrobe

Villager: Garnet

Tall duuuuude


(also, cool paintieee)

Well that last gift gave it away
Also Awesome paintie!
(I wish i have a plague doctor oc.... but i actually just gave mine to a friend because i never draw him... humaniods

That's a SICK Paintie ;D

the wyvern grinned, ceasing to push the mannequin around.
"i think the best healing is the two combined, sometimes the body alone can't heal... kinda like a helping hand.... but, not having everything done for you.." she paused, scratching her chin with the claws of her wing.

another letter has seemed go arrive from four!


" dear garnet,

it's nice to hear what hell is like! here in koigy, it's pretty, warm. sometimes we go on fire because of it. but, it's ok to live here! if i ever arrived on hell, with a portal or any other way, i hope it would be like you said! but, my show will not host itself! i have to take a while from letters, but ill make sure to reply if you send a letter!


- four "

Joey's head pops out the portal as she glanced about before frowning and retreating within the portal. a large chest plate slipped out of the portal followed by a mannequin and the wyvern.
"so you can heal yourself? is it rapid regeneration or magic?"she asked as she attempted to right the mannequin.
"i.. can tell you about portals... you seem to like it."

(ack! sorry for the late reply, my hand swelled from helping alpaca shearers. and i got super bummed out. it seems mostly fine now.).
the wyvern grinned widely.
"cool! let me just set this up.. don't reach in.. unless you want a limb to be mangled." she laughed.
the wyvern scratched at the air, tearing a hazy portal open before clamoring inside. the portal rippled for a moment before the haze became still again.

"oh, it is fireproof.it's just also filled with acidic saliva... i don't want to ruin the feather or snuff out the flame... yet.... want to see me spit at something?!"
the wyvern snorted excitedly as she took a deep breath.
(she loves eating flaming meats and marshmallows... she does have a heat limit though.)

A small excited chitter escaped the wyvern’s mouth as she began to lounge towards the feather, jaws open. She paused before clamping her jaws around the burning feather… seemingly thinking it over as the claws of her wings twitched slightly.
“I…. shouldn’t bite it.” she mumbled.

The wyvern paused, the slits of her eyes become saucers.
"your wings are really fuckin cool, i wish Tuna could see this."