Save The Wingless RPG

[-Audio.Hound-]

"That," Bandit snarled, "is Rouge, fleas and all."

[hanji]

Neptune: oh so you know him im guessing

[spygirl48]

"He knows me alright. He's the one that got me into the ADOPTION CENTER! I barely escaped with my life before I was deleted." Rouge said angrily. His eyes were flickering.
Heather nudged him. "Rouge...? Be careful, you can't freak out now. . ."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, FREAK OUT?!?!" He barked, glaring savagely at Heather. He snapped, but she jumped away, beating her wings at him. She winced, but they were recovering, and the pain wasn't as bad now.

[hanji]

Neptune wow theres another wingless here
and :\ wow

[↫mars↬]

((quicky question, why was the main site locked?))

[-Audio.Hound-]

((Spam. I guess Spygirl has to make another one, if everyone promises not to spam.))

Bandit growled. "We wouldn't be on the streets if you hadn't gone and told that she-dog our owner's password." Bandit remembered warning Rouge about her, she seemed to... friendly.

[↫mars↬]

Joy didn't answer, but opened the door to reveal a room full of gient flowers and grasses, a high cealing for Butterfly WOlves to soar, and as much shuger water as one could eat. Joy floated in, close to the ground, feeling still shy.

Mix crossed her arms and said, "Well, maybe if you interduced me, then yah maybe."

[-Audio.Hound-]

Wolf smiled and said, "I can drive you there, then I'll show you around."

Wingless gasped. This was so unlike the pen at home! At her home, there was a net over the Butterfly Wolves. It was at least thirty feet high, held up by bars. Wolf had it built to keep ButterWolves in, and those who wished to harm them out. There were flowers and trees and grasses, but there was no sugar water, as Wolf prefered natural nectar from flowers for her ButterWolves. "What's that?" Wingless asked, sniffing the strange water.

[↫mars↬]

Joy just mumbled an answer and floated to where Plush and Sky were waiting for her.

Mix clapped her hands, "Great! I just traded another one too! She should be here any moment now." Seemingly out of magic, or mere coiceadace, or as if it was written out in one's mind before hand ((hahaha!)), a truck drove up and a woman stepped out and carried a crate with a wingless inside in one hand, and a clipboard in another. "Sighn here please." She asked setting the crate down and pointing with her gloved hand to a line, and handed Mix a pen. She sighned it, happilly. The woman walked away, and left the wingless in the cage. Mix opened the cage and picked up the wingless and held it in her arms. "What should I name her, Wolf?" she asked, her old friend.

[↫mars↬]

((here is my new wingless!!!
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/viewpet.php?id=7934889
yep!!))