ah alr iss good. btw how many shades do u normally go with in shading?

Description: Moko's Teller Sprites! LORE In the era of the Birth of the Reborn Dark, far away, a tribe of Humans lived in close relation with the Stickpeople of the world. Two of great youth had liked outside games, and played them together. A Stick names Mokorus, a Human named Sona. The forest was a great spot to explore, it being a forest and all. They got lost in it a few times, but always found their way back… Except for one time. A wolf had eaten the arm off of Sona’s body, but it didn’t get anything more as Mokorus banished it with a Portal Spell, something not too common among the Stickpeople. He picked her body up with a weakish strength, and tried to retrace their steps, his mind covered in fear and anguish. He was found by Sona’s father, who accused him of harming Sona. Mokorus’ mind was too scrambled to respond, Sona to hurt to speak. They took Mokorus back to the village, away from any of the Stickpeople, inside a human basement… There he lay, for days, weeks, months, years…centuries. Starved, as the Sticks didn’t need food to survive. Beat to the brink of death, for the damage he was accused of towards Sona. Decieved…Sona had tried to help him out once. Once… A year after the incident, her arm had healed into a stump. It still had hurt, but through the pain, she persisted into helping him. But after another year, she came to the age of forget in a human. How they lasted long enough to hunt him down, every day in the 367 years that he stayed, he couldn’t tell. That place was his prison for his crimes he hadn’t commited. He lost his own emotion at year 107. They wondered why he didn’t speak, why he didn’t cry, why he didn’t call for help. It was because he no longer could. Then there was nothing left, no one to see him, feel his presence, not even torture him. Finally, he was at peace… Alone, like he’d wanted for centuries, alone with the memories… Years past, then his mind couldn’t take the painful memories. His powers have finally evolved, into the Creator class. He wasted no time. He poured his memories into many different stories. He split his anguish in 324 different ways, each character different than the other. This was his coping method. His only way to rid of his lasting memory… Until one day, the basement door opened… A spider girl named Spidel had come to his rescue, her own story finished. He couldn’t look at her, though; he could barely do anything; the sudden light had knocked him unconscious. He awakened in a secluded area, filled with green, an area he helped to make… The Technoverse. He was well fed by the people that were there. His energy was back, but his emotion not. The only emotion was recognition. He did everything they said, silently unless they asked him to speak…And they did. The leader, the Eye Master, had asked what happened to him in his past. And he explained the two years of fun, and the many after that of anguish, and the rest of feelless. So they took him in as a Trueguard, an invincible Spaceguard. Techno helped him with his equipment, as he has not seen, or thought to have seen, technology like this. He had also tried to bring his mentality back, but nothing worked. Then….He met the Storymaker. And was crowned the Storyteller…with a cost that you have already seen There was a cat, a sightless angel, a shadow, a demon… and an eldritch monster that had appeared around the two Story-beings. “There will be times,” the Maker told him, “when emotion takes your body, believe it or not. You may not realize it now, but every living creature was made with emotion. Yours is an emotion of agony. And that is partly my fault--” “What does it matter?” Teller looked at the forms around them. “I lost my gift centuries ago. A Stick with no Class, no purpose left in this thing that we call life.” “It is that you will become great. And that you already have a class. Not many become a Creator.” Teller was silent for a moment, as he hadn’t realised what he had created… and it all came back to him, all of his memories regathered, all his emotions…and he entered a Sleeping Death for an amount of time, losing it all, all over again…