[dolly]

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[kirkwood gaps]

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Name: Ambrosia (named after the food of the Greek gods)
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[cryologic.]

- - - вe noт aғraιd oғ greaтneѕѕ: - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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Squadrons

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Hawthorne

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“...But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.”
Thorne let out a sigh of relief as he felt the sweep of heavy curtains in
front of him.
“Great job, Thorne!” a voice called out from somewhere behind,
“Go take a break, you're not in the next scene.”
The young kalon sat down, breathing quietly on the now silent oak stage.
Looking ahead of himself, he saw the fabric in front of him,
coloured like a pink, dusty rose. He smiled, standing up and heading
towards the backstage with a gentle trot.
Hawthorne looked back at the stage, before making his way out
towards the garden.

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Shades of pink, red and white dotted the bushes and shrubs in the
walled off area;
a sweet scent filled the air, and quiet hums and buzzes overtook the silence.
Thorne closed his eyes and took a few seconds
to take in his surroundings.
He trotted over to a small wooden bench,
on which he had left his script before heading
over to the stage in the morning.



The sun had now risen, and shone above him,
sending warm rays down across his back.
Hawthorne lay down on the bench,
resting his soft cheek on his paws and flicking his eyes
across the page in front of him.
Sighing, he looked back up at the old theatre in front of him,
the theatre in which he had dreamed to be in from a young age,
and smiled to himself.
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[colambo]

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[goobygalaxy]

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[chamomile.]

Marking- vulture culture perhaps?

[ThatDragonAdara]

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Wip!

[Softballpup12]

Res w/ glass blowing!

[Sandstorm814]

Username: Sandstorm814







Name: Rose








Gender: Female

Favorite Hobby Story:
Rose leans up against the run down road barricade. She checked her bag to make sure all the correct contents were in there. Perfect. Roughly 30 or so mashed up, bruised, rotten figs. Picked off the ground courtesy of a unkept orchid of fig trees. She looked around, checking the coast was clear, then sprinted across the road and into the protection of the dense trees, at least until she reached the highway.
After a 15 minute jog, Rose was out of the country side and right into the hustle and bustle of the city. Or rather, the highway to the city. She crouched behind one of the short walls on the side of the highway, and unloaded her arsenal. The cars zoomed across the road, but Rose was skilled enough to know how to time it just right. Her watchful eyes scanned the passing cars, searching for her first victim. There.
Splat! The best thing was, she liked to specifically pick cars with their windows open. Good luck getting the smell of gone bad figs by the time you get to wherever you're going. She was about to reel up for another throw, before she heard an onimous "Hey! What are you doing!" Shoot. She hadn't need caught in a long time, and would be sloppy making a getaway. Rose cast the bag aside and ran as fast as she could, and dared a glance back. A police officer, and with what he was saying into his walkie talkie, he was getting backup. Just great. Which guard would she have to woo THIS time to get out?

[.zombie]

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