by Vargulf » Thu Jun 07, 2012 2:52 pm
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Username: Marwari Horse
Favorite type of RP: Fantasy type, anamorphic type, anthros
Sample of writing: Soon a stranger approached Quinton, Romeo, and Ryder, but it wasn't apparent to who was standing there; all they could hear was a low gruff voice as if this individual was irritated by their presents, "You shouldn't have come here...you are unworthy of her help." The mysterious stranger paused a moment before continuing, "What makes you think that just blood alone is going to suffice her wishes, yet alone your own...you know she will test you to the very brink of insanity." As the figure approached closer to them they could now see that he was in coat tails and a top hat, he then leaned against the sleek cane that he carried in one hand. His features were very masculine and chiseled, his eyes narrowed as he came into closer view, and he started to speak once more in a stern voice, "I would leave while you can before the town welcomes you in a unwelcoming way...what is it you seek that you need so badly here...I'm sure you had to see some of those unfortunate souls along the way, but...if you are so desperate then you stand in front of her home, but that is a maze in itself...go on...knock if you insist, but I warned you of your fate." He snickered a bit, and then vanished as quickly as he appeared. "Ok that guy was a little on the weird side don't you think, and who was he to say that we had no business here...who was he...the mayor of crazy town?" Romeo said to the two of them.
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: yes I have two on here and another one that is on a website that I won't post here. Bellus Mutatio and Within the Shadows and Among the Moonlight...the other won't be mentioned for the simple fact it's for 18+ if you are interested in what it is, and are the appropriate age feel free to pm me.
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Vargulf on Sat Jun 09, 2012 10:11 am, edited 6 times in total.
A wolf does not concern himself with the opinion of sheep
It's easy to be wrong, don't judge by appearances.
You don't really know me, there is a tree in my heart.
Sheltered behind its leaves, you can find shy notes,
And if you gather them, you can hear me breathing.
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