Ooc: yerp thanx :3
Ic: I sigh and stand up then back up a bit, shifting my wings
Ooc: why do i keep using first person?? XD
Ooc: yerp thanx :3
Ic: I sigh and stand up then back up a bit, shifting my wings
Ooc: why do i keep using first person?? XD
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IC:
Keith watched them for a moment before springing back into the air, his ears twitching, though, as he thought he heard Tyler. But the Shape-Shifter was outside... so how was it that he could hear him?
Advanced hearing, dear Keith. Too bad for you, though.
His eyes widened at the voice and he spun around, trying to pinpoint where it had come from. Was it inside his mind? Or was it outside? Who are you?
I'm hurt. Don't you remember me?
Keith frowned and looked around again, shaking his head. No. But there was no other response. Who... had that been?
[hr]OOC:
Idk.
[size=20pt]... I'm always going to be your friend![/size]
I've been living in fear
That they'll burn and consume
That I won't be able to control them
That they'll destroy everything I hold dear
I've been living in the dark
Hoping they'll be contained
Hoping my bloodline doesn't show
Hoping that I will find my way
I've been living with these blue flames
With knowledge of the past
With knowledge of my heritage
With knowledge of their power
I've been living a lie
But you showed me the truth
But you brought me strength
But you brought me courage
I've been living in fear
Until you told me you were there
Until you told me you would be my friend
Until you told me you weren't afraid
Thank you...
#rinXshiemi
Ooc: Lol no muse x3
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Sorry, one of my main game characters got promoted so I've been kinda busy.. //
Eranda smiled and took his hand, using her free hand to push herself up into a standing position. Shaking her head a bit utter silliness, she couldn't help but let her amused smile grow. It seemed odd, to be walking and smiling and so at ease when they were going towards such chaos.
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The Beast of the Sea
In Character
Keith landed on the roof of the building he had been by, looking down at the group with a frown as he watched Eranda and Brent. But his eyes went to Taylor and Jessica and he watched them for a moment before turning away and looking around the strange underground city.
What was that voice...
There was no response and Keith began to think he was going insane. "Hearing voices now, are we, Keith? You're absolutely crazy..." he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Crazy... right..."
But he didn't want to think he was actually crazy. That would... drive everyone away... right?
[hr]Out of Character
It's okay. I've been busy.
Cannot be tamed
You must always remember
Life can be a challenge
Life can seem impossible
It's never easy
When so much
Is on the line
But you can make a difference
With courage
You can set things right
A gift to dream
And make dreams real
Is yours and mine
The power of one
Begins with believing
It starts in the heart
Then flows through the soul
And changes the world
Imagine how life will be
When we stand in unity
Each of us holds the key
To the power of one
Each of us is chosen
There's a mission just for you
Just look inside
You'd be surprised what you can do
The Power of one
Begins with believing
It starts in the heart
Then flows through the soul
And changes the world
Imagine how life will be
When we stand in unity
Each of us holds the key
To the power of one
One by one
We can make the world
A much better place
The power of one
Begins with believing
It start in the heart
Then flows through the soul
And changes the world
Imagine how life will be
When we stand in unity
Each of us holds a key
It's inside of you and me
Each of us holds the key
To the power of one
The power of one
#beastofthesea
ooc: the party has arrived, folks
Brent began to hobble along, keeping his hand in Eranda's He didn't want to let go, for whatever reason. It was nice to hold her hand, to know that she was there and that she wouldn't leave him. Not yet, anyways.
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Eranda had no plans to leave Brent, or any of those who she had come to form such an odd relationship with. And so she held tight to his hand, as if when she let go she'd be pulled away from everything she'd come to love.
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ooc: omfg they're so cute
Ooc: lol rot. and still no muse :/ meh gotta go lotsa places with family soon anyway.
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Ikr ^^ and I just made a character in Riverclan that drained all my muse but I want to keep them so.. gtg.
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Unsure what to POST!!!!
Ugh... Muse-Loss sucks...
ooc: true that
*Heavy freaking sigh*
The world of Lost Muse is a terrible and dreadful place... and no one should ever have the awful experience of living in it for more than a day... and yet here I am... in my second day of living on this dry and sorry excuse for a planet. Utterly bored out of my mind in this Museless world, I sit and wait for the time that has been prophesied; the Return of the Museful Ones. Hopefully, I will be endowed with the wonders of that which was once known as Muse.
OOC: Okay... I seriously am dying from lack of muse... any ideas? ![]()
ooh: I'm sorry but i am to busy crying at your paragraph
Ooc: idk proud :/ and awh rot :(
ooc: not really though but SRSLY
Ooc: ya ik why nobody has a muse
Lol, Rot. XD It was a beautiful paragraph, though, wasn't it? ;)
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Um, I would help but I kind of forgot what your characters were doing. >()< Ehm, was someone climbing up the side of a building or something?
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ooc: i know that one of proud's characters is on a building, currently
when will my muse return from the war