w a n d e r l u s t : discussion & forms

[broken*]

@anchor, don't forget about phantom!

phantom
crush: ???
closest friend.ally: zander
friends: ??
enemies: snowface, takota, magdalena (basically everyone with power and/or who doesn't submit to him)

i can't see him having many friends though, but perhaps a few; mainly the kind he could push around though. and his crush would be a more confident/stubborn/fierce female?

[rottenmutt]

Anybody want to interact with Akhita? ; v ;

[sinopa]

@Sykes : If you could just remember to take off your signature when roleplaying. That would be great. cx

@everyone : I'm gonna wait just a little longer to see if anyone else makes a post. If not I'll make another one. c:

[rottenmutt]

Ahh. Sorry. I forgot since I'm on mobile ; o ;
I'll fix it now c:

[sinopa]

That's alright ^-^

[ATROX.]

MURKY NUMBER SEVEN
IE X . R E M E M D I U M . S A L U S

F R O M . T H E . C U R E , . S A L V A T I O N

{SKIN }
❦ Seven Condottiero
❦ 'Murky'
❦ Murky Number Seven
❦ Ⅳ
❦ ♀
❦ healer

{ HEART }
❦ ill-tempered
❦ moody
❦ faithful
❦ wry
❦ self-sacrificing
❦ destructive

{ BONES }
❦ svelte
❦ malnourished
❦ agile
❦ burnished ebony
❦ copper pools
❦ 3 ft, 97 lbs

{ SOUL }
❦ unknowns
❦ no love
❦ no blood
❦ no heir
❦ no hate
❦ no pacts

Long legs carry her steadily over the stone flats, always deathly peaceful in the early morning. Ebony shot with subtle copper ruffs in the breeze, searing citrine eyes glance curiously. She is a sly, tall shadow over the land; a black smudge within the corner of another's eye before they blink and she is gone.
Murky travels with the languidly of time itself. Her figure a held in grace as she ascends the stepped rocks in sweeping bounds and precise steps. Each movement is a luxurious stretch that creeps upon the distance; the earth appears to move itself beneath her feet.

Dark ears cut the air in wary circles as the crickets descend into silence around her. The air, cool as her body, encompasses Seven with greedy glee; cold fingers through her shrouds.

The scent of herbs within the chill rests against her skin. She hums lowly; perfect. Although dust did stir in her most recent den, it is clean in the main antechamber, a few warm corners set aside for those who might want to shelter there. Sunlight, beaming from the fissured ceiling, slides down the glistening walls in a valiant effort to warm the deep earth. The cold in the main room is the kind that makes one tired and sleepy, the kind she likes. The light also catches on the surface of the pool that trickled to the right of the tunnel mouth: a source of drinking water and a good place to bathe herself and the wounded.

This home, she wonders idly, Will I miss it?

She would not.

An insistent call from the beckoning horizon catches her senses. She and many others are being called.
It looked like they were to travel once again.

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[mundane]

Could I reserve two pups and a female hunter?

[sinopa]

@Everstar: accepted. just what do you want me to put her name on the front as? o:

@Crackerbean: Yes c:

[mundane]

Great! I'm working on the form now so I'll probably have it up later :3

[sinopa]

Sounds good. c: