Jus' call me Snitz 'umie.

“I’z got throwed off my rokk in an exploshun. Made a quikk field tah breath in an’ waited til I crashed ‘ere. Bin try’n tah find a way off dis’ zoggin’ rokk so I can go gets da teef I’s owed back ‘ome. Youz?” Snitz scratched his chin as he spoke, wondering if bashing Slaanesh in the head would work better than blasting him with his shootah. Maybe he should aim for that peenes thing Eldah and ‘Umies were so fond of instead... though he’d have to figure out where that was exactly first....

HEY GUYS, ITS ANOTHER LISSANDRA BLOG GO FOLLOW THEM. GO INTERACT WITH THEM, MMKAY?

“I.. I do not think I would like a smooch.”

“I don’t think I’d like a smooch either.”

Snitz leaned forward offering a kiss to whichever oc was brave enough to claim it, his tusks and teeth a slight-off white, stained with gods-know-what, with spoiled bits of meat and fungus stuck in between them from meals over a year old as they peaked from behind his large ragged lips. His breath smelled of rot and decay.

Snitz marched down an old country road, in the middle of nowhere on the planet he had only so recently crashed on. His shootah slung over his back, he continued onwards until he stumbled upon a small travel-camp, seemingly just set up for the night. Unslinging his rifle, he called out to see if anyone was there. “Oi! Any orkz er ‘umies aroun’ out ‘ere? I coul’ use some ‘elp fig’rin exacly where in tha warp I am, or atleas’ someone ta shoot. Gettin awful borin on this ‘ere road….”

“Well ‘umie, I crashd onta thiz mizruhble planit ‘bout tree dayz ahgo, an’ wen I did I walkd straigh’ dow’ dis ‘ere road, an’ I saw yer camp. Figur’d ya’d be able ta tell me wheres I am, or atleas’ be somefin fun ta shoot dead, an’ possily eat...” He kept his shootah to hand as he spoke, but left the barrels aimed at the ground by his feet. No point starting a fight if he might get some answers by talking.

Teemo was sleeping, leaning against a small apple tree on the hill. There’s a picnic basket filled with sandwiches next to the sleeping Yordle, since he went out for a picnic alone. The little Yordle doesn’t seem to wake up easily.

Seeing something moving out the corner of his eye, Snitz turned to see a small tree with a sleeping figure at its base. Walking over, he squatted down and prodded the form in what he assumed was it’s stomach with the barrel of his shoota, being careful to keep his finger off the trigger. “Oi’, git up ya git. Iz was wond’rin if’n ya coul’ tell me where I am?”

Demacian Scout oc!

Ionian kumiho oc

Bandle Apprentice OC

Shuriman Singer OC

Independent Magic Beast OC

Ionian Magical Healer OC

Ionian Demon Oc

ionian mage  oc 

WH40k-Crossover OC.

Shrugging, Snitz unslung his shootah from his back, turned on the small mounted light on it, and slowly began walking down the mildly tight staircase. “‘Ello....? Ya know ‘ow ta speak.... right? I dun’ wanna ‘ave ta shoot ya if’n yer friendly.....” He called down the stairs infront of him as he descended into the depths.

“Raaagr!”

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!”