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by DELETE ACCOUNT PLE » Sat Jun 18, 2016 9:35 am
Waffles Are Bae wrote:Name Crybaby
Gender; Female
Mother-Father Winter mother- The leader of the pack (dog)-Father
Siblings- None
Age 5 Months old (14 in doggy years?)
This graceful pup
doesn't make a sound when mad or angry. She hates it when
anyone makes noise while she is in a bad mood. Her goal is
to get like a doggy boyfriend. She is Bisexual ONLY if the female
she is talking to is a silent one. She hates getting wet,getting dust in her eyes
and pretty much everything a clean pup would hate...
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by Ammy2-56 » Sat Jun 18, 2016 9:41 am
Juliet; tagged: Romeo
As Romeo rushed off, she collapsed on the ground, holding back tears. This is my fault... C'mon... what pup can do a backflip out of nowhere?! she scolded herself, putting her paws over her muzzle in shame.
Elyon; tagged: Tsuko
He flicked his tail and clacked his tongue a few times, signaling, There's something wrong, isn't there?
(Wow... the leaders not caring about one of the pack members? Tsk, tsk... IMPEACH HER, I SAY!)
Eyes shift in myriad hue,
hollowing from the wearying
nights of unblinking watch
as innumerable miles pass
beneath a fatigued soul.
I am she; my spirit grows
thin as the gentle curtain
of eons settles over reticent
dusk, starved for the day's
rich history.
Each thread drawn to it is
plucked, a shallow fray left
in the wake of its sudden
severing. Its modest scar
on every heart and mind will
go unnoticed and forgotten.
Each of them I commit to
memory, attaching a solemn
piece of myself to the gossamer
veil of time that billows across
a ceaseless and unbroken sky.
xxAmmy, or Am to old travelers I fear have moved on from this exhausted path.
You may see an odd sketch or two from me on occasion, though I have far less time
for such things now than I used to. Despite the responsibilities voraciously eating
up my days, I carry on with the stories in my head I have yet to learn how to tell.
⊰⊱xxTTRPG Playerxx⊰⊱xxWorld Builderxx⊰⊱xxAvid Writerxx⊰⊱
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by Ammy2-56 » Sat Jun 18, 2016 9:47 am
Juliet; tagged: Romeo
She curled up in a ball and muttered herself, her chest stinging with every word that she spoke.
Elyon; tagged: Tsuko
Rolling his eyes, he laid down on the railing and waved the tip of his tail back and forth.
Eyes shift in myriad hue,
hollowing from the wearying
nights of unblinking watch
as innumerable miles pass
beneath a fatigued soul.
I am she; my spirit grows
thin as the gentle curtain
of eons settles over reticent
dusk, starved for the day's
rich history.
Each thread drawn to it is
plucked, a shallow fray left
in the wake of its sudden
severing. Its modest scar
on every heart and mind will
go unnoticed and forgotten.
Each of them I commit to
memory, attaching a solemn
piece of myself to the gossamer
veil of time that billows across
a ceaseless and unbroken sky.
xxAmmy, or Am to old travelers I fear have moved on from this exhausted path.
You may see an odd sketch or two from me on occasion, though I have far less time
for such things now than I used to. Despite the responsibilities voraciously eating
up my days, I carry on with the stories in my head I have yet to learn how to tell.
⊰⊱xxTTRPG Playerxx⊰⊱xxWorld Builderxx⊰⊱xxAvid Writerxx⊰⊱
x
x
x
x
Doing the best I can in a strange time
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