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Description
hey there caelis, it's me, ya boy

gettin in a hecka early caeli hallowe'en post cause every day is hallowe'en (mm baa-ee bah ba, mm baa-uu) and cause I'll be away to Louisiana soonly so I want to participate in all the holiday things while I can

this scrawny chap is a wandering undead soldier, brought forth from the frosty wasteland by foul magics dead trees, straw, a red cord and beads between his teeth to emulate gorey drool, and the (thoroughly cleaned) skins and bone... of hAPLESS VICTIMS! MWAHAHA there is literally nothing scary about this caeli he's a single black soba noodle who's just trying his best.

Caeli species and character design by ImperfectEnthusiast
Art and costume design by me

"No shadow
No stars
No moon
No care
November

It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon That's the color of bone
No prayers for November
To linger longer

Stick your spoon in the wall
We'll slaughter them all
November
has tied me
To an old dead tree
Get word to April
To rescue me
November's cold chain
Made of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens
On chimney smoke lanes

November seems odd
You're my firing squad
November

With my hair slicked back
With carrion shellac
With the blood from a pheasant
And the bone from a hare

Tied to the branches
Of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber
Like a buck shot flag"

Tom Waits- November

"Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocence is burned in flames
A million miles from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
I'm riding up the heights, of shame
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I'm ready for the fight, and fate
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums, dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths
The rising of the horns, ahead
From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to run, away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips, again
This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A million miles from home, I'm walking away
I can't re-mind your eyes, your face"

Woodkid- Iron

Description
hey there caelis, it's me, ya boy

gettin in a hecka early caeli hallowe'en post cause every day is hallowe'en (mm baa-ee bah ba, mm baa-uu) and cause I'll be away to Louisiana soonly so I want to participate in all the holiday things while I can

this scrawny chap is a wandering undead soldier, brought forth from the frosty wasteland by foul magics dead trees, straw, a red cord and beads between his teeth to emulate gorey drool, and the (thoroughly cleaned) skins and bone... of hAPLESS VICTIMS! MWAHAHA there is literally nothing scary about this caeli he's a single black soba noodle who's just trying his best.

Caeli species and character design by ImperfectEnthusiast
Art and costume design by me

"No shadow
No stars
No moon
No care
November

It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon That's the color of bone
No prayers for November
To linger longer

Stick your spoon in the wall
We'll slaughter them all
November
has tied me
To an old dead tree
Get word to April
To rescue me
November's cold chain
Made of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens
On chimney smoke lanes

November seems odd
You're my firing squad
November

With my hair slicked back
With carrion shellac
With the blood from a pheasant
And the bone from a hare

Tied to the branches
Of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber
Like a buck shot flag"

Tom Waits- November

"Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocence is burned in flames
A million miles from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
I'm riding up the heights, of shame
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I'm ready for the fight, and fate
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums, dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths
The rising of the horns, ahead
From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to run, away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips, again
This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A million miles from home, I'm walking away
I can't re-mind your eyes, your face"

Woodkid- Iron