ROUND AND ROUND, rinny's plotter

RINNY'S PLOTTER

[attr="class","beab"]esther has problems. i mean you can guess that much from the fact when she says she wants to have you for dinner, you'll probably end up being the main course. she holds very little value to anyone's life but her own. esther just gives very little fucks. as long as her life isn't under threat, she's fine with making people's lives miserable and eating them. unless you anger her, esther is a rather chill person to be around. her rather out of place enthusiasm rides the line between entertaining and annoying. don't let her smirks and laughter fool you though. it doesn't take much to set her off and when you do, you should pray that she's feeling merciful.

ANYWAY most of the people she befriends are potential meals and i think that's as deep as she can feel for someone. that's a good place to be actually because it's better to be a possible meal than a current one. she's very protective of what she deems hers and will fight for them without hesitation. her brutality knows no bounds when her meals friends are put in danger. enemies wouldn't be that common. she switches up her appearance quite frequently so it's very hard to keep track of her. most grudges are held against the person she's posing as and not really her. lovers well... sometimes the best way to get some food is to take it to bed. she's not afraid to use her body to get what she wants but actual romantic feelings would be hard to come by. you could say she loves her meals friends to a borderline scary point but that's not really love, is it?

it would be cool if people actually approached because they thought she was their missing brother or sister or whatever. she really wouldn't mind playing the part just for a little fun. her champion should be prepared to be hunted and killed because she refuses to be killed by someone. it should be fun.

ESTHER
SKIN-WALKER
BLOOD-THIRSTY

[attr="class","beab"]Not far from the house sat a great wooden raven mounted on a rather low pole; his wings were flattened to his sides. A few feet from him stuck up an empty pole. His mate had sat there but she had rotted away long ago, leaving him moss-grown, dilapidated and alone to watch dead Indian bones, for these two great birds had been set, one on either side of the doorway of a big house that had been full of dead Indians who had died during a smallpox epidemic.

Bursting growth had hidden house and bones long ago. Rain turned their dust into mud; these strong young trees were richer perhaps for that Indian dust. They grew up round the dilapidated old raven, sheltering him from the tearing winds now that he was old and rotting because the rain seeped through the moss that grew upon his back and in the hollows of his eye-sockets. The Cumshewa totem poles were dark and colourless, the wood toneless from pouring rain.

LOREM IPSUM
A LINE OF STUFF
A LINE OF MORE STUFF

[attr="class","beab"]Not far from the house sat a great wooden raven mounted on a rather low pole; his wings were flattened to his sides. A few feet from him stuck up an empty pole. His mate had sat there but she had rotted away long ago, leaving him moss-grown, dilapidated and alone to watch dead Indian bones, for these two great birds had been set, one on either side of the doorway of a big house that had been full of dead Indians who had died during a smallpox epidemic.

Bursting growth had hidden house and bones long ago. Rain turned their dust into mud; these strong young trees were richer perhaps for that Indian dust. They grew up round the dilapidated old raven, sheltering him from the tearing winds now that he was old and rotting because the rain seeped through the moss that grew upon his back and in the hollows of his eye-sockets. The Cumshewa totem poles were dark and colourless, the wood toneless from pouring rain.

LOREM IPSUM
A LINE OF STUFF
A LINE OF MORE STUFF