Word Play -Lilshitt-

updates: FIXED THE SECOND ACT But theres still nothing good in there so like :/ have patience friends.

---Intro---
name: Lilshitt (lil-shit)
picto: X
gender: none, answers to Male pronouns
age: as old as the existence of stories
size: about the size of a small dog
species: small creature formed of smoke and ink

---Appendix---
physical
-a ghost-like creature formed of smoke and ink
-the main part of his body is mostly smoke, the ink gets thicker around the head, horns, feet, tail, and spine.
-due to the nature of his body, he cannot actually FEEL pain
-instead, his body can be "waved away" and dissipate
-can stain objects, others, and the environment with ink at his will
-quick, fluid movements

mental
-takes to the common "trickster" trope. Is generally on no team but his own
-very annoying, a bit of a pest sometimes
-storyteller, poet, and riddle-enthusiast
-very fond of words
-speaks almost exclusively in limericks
-memorizes stanzas of literature and may say them to himself and others for the hell of it
-as a storyteller, he is capable of changing his voice, from pitch, accents, to even languages.
-slight weakness to younger creatures, likes to tell stories if they can deal with him
-~~potty mouth~~
-likes to challenge others to games of riddles
-never utter the name of the Scottish Play or he'll freak out
-recently found out how to prank others with spells
-not a huge fan of others that are touchy but in the end doesn't really mind bc he's smoke and can't feel anything?
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---Illustration---
bloodygoddess

Act I
I II III IV

Stood in careful watch
o're the quaint and quiet wood
in a tree i left a notch
to mark a home, where i stood.

Found the Lady Coccinellidae
She lead me back to where she lay
and insisted that i stay,
so i sat beside her that day.

In the distance i heard,
a clash of teeth and claw
'tween a pair of beasts
a brutal duel i had saw

Left the lady behind,
instead found another group
met someone who wasn't kind
a wolf at the head of the troupe

a fight seemed to ensure,

Do you bite your thumb at us sir?

"i do sir, bit my thumb...sir. But not at you sir"

another deer he seemed to pursue

Do you quarrel sir?

quiet, i started a Pas De Deux
a poem i started to spew

Is there a wolf,
A wolf in the park,
A wolf who wakes when the night gets dark?
Is there a wolf in the park?
Is there a wolf,
A wolf who creeps
From his hidden den while the city sleeps?
Is there a wolf in the park?
Is there a wolf,
Whose nightly track
Circles the park fence, zigzags back?
Is there a wolf in the~

a younger stag by the tree, stood against the few

Hello stag, how do you do?
o're there with your coat of blue?

"Um. im ok.. thanks..?"

Do you bite your thumb sir?
do you quarrel sir?

"I dont have thumbs..oh. Oh
No, i do not, good.. sir"

How swell, dear stag!
You strike one to be far too young for quarrel
May i ask your name dear young one?
or go to the wolf for referral?

"'M not that young, im nowhere near new.
I've been in many a quarrel, I'll have you know.
Perhaps more than you
'N my name's Rossamund.
May i ask yours, good sir?"

[i]Ah a fighter we have here!
You must be one of many a hit
I applauded your work
I ask others to call me Lilshitt[\i]

"Oh. Thank you i suppose.
Pleased to meet you"

[i]Ah, Rossamund, the pleasure is mine.
I must be off now, we shall meet in time

"yes. please, that would be nice.
Perhaps even twice or thrice."

Quite good my dear friend!
Its a shame our time has come to an end

end scene

Took a trot around the wood
Found many standing by
upon the playground rocks i stood
and let out a little sigh.

Took a drink from the lake
saw a striped cat by the bank
they gave their tail a shake
and i felt a paw go through my flank.

Tiger Tiger, burning bright!

They cocked their head
on with the poem i lead

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

"Noises, noises"

They continued to pat
at my smokey side
enthralled was the cat
with my thin hide.

Ah dear sir,
Not to cause a huge stir,
But when you touch my body,
You might just stain your fur

"Ah"
"Doesn't matter"

Sir?
Are you sure?
An inkblot upon your head would cause more than just a purr

"Can wash it off - I think"

You needn't worry about a stain
I can tell you're all too vain
To be alright with a PURRfect blot
to taint your glowing mane

"Tell me more, small thing"
"Why is your body made of smoke?"

A question I've never asked
with an answer i don't know
That holds the key to my past
and the truth will never show

"...Do you always speak like this?"

Do you always ask questions
That have no rhyme or reason?
Such an uninspired act
Must be worth of treason

"Should i not talk?"

Do what you like, cat.
I cant control your moves.
Just be careful how you chat,
or you'll get a face full of hooves

The cat backed up a bit
seemed to take my warning well
Stopped and decided to sit
upon my words he seemed to dwell

I best be off now, dear tiger burning bright.
Don't let the water suffocate your dimly burning light

end scene

Recited "A Christmas Carol" for those who were interested

there was a neat rp with Medusa but player might've lost it ;-;

Act II
I II III IV

held a party
dancing with Bayleen
high up in tree
for all below to see

hurg player is rly tired but he met wanda and was like yO I AINT THE ONLY SMOKEY THING IN THIS FOREST? NICE! and chilled with her for a bit.
(omg i promise i get these all nice and put togther)

pissed of Maggot then got disturbed by Maggot than screamed some Italian and he left so :l

ran around a group at the pond for a bit. Saw wanda and mag again. sat down with wanda
THEN WENT TO DEER HELL WTF MAGGOT