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[size=27pt]I'm waking up
I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my senses b l o w
I'm radioactive
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[font=trebuchet ms][size=10]OOC:
Hi! I'd like some assistance with lengthening my roleplay posts and adding more detail. Some post examples:
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Soprano padded through the darkness, a strand of moonlight casting a bluish glimmer in her eyes. 'Where am I going?' she asked herself in her thoughts, before answering her own question. 'Anywhere away from them.'
She stopped to think, gazing out at the world of shadows before her. Scary. Monsters were probably lurking there, dangerous ones. Soprano didn't want to die just yet, not when she had so much more life to live.
Yet... she had to. Her only other option was running back to her old pack, and she was certain that they wanted to murder her. They were probably still spying on her now, watching her every move, sending assassins to apprehend her. That was the reality of her paranoia, which was bent on destroying every bridge of trust she ever built.
Soprano kept moving on, being as quiet as possible until... snap. Her paw smashed against the stick, creating a noise that broke the silence. It wasn't any explosion, but if there was anyone nearby...
The she-wolf paused, shivering in fear as she waited for her fate.
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..auri mortem
Upon hearing the names of two of her family members, Auri felt a pang of bitterness, almost enough to be considered anger. Why were they bringing shame on the family like this? The young member didn't want to go back to the old days of the Mortem family, before she was even born, when they were all considered freaks and cannibals.
She had been feeling in a artistic mood that day, so she murmured, "Losing blood isn't nice, but r#ping just isn't right." It wasn't a real rhyme, but it was close enough that it sounded like one.
She glanced up to see Demarcus stepping up to receive his punishment, feeling another pang of rage. 'A trainee,' she thought, bitter. 'This is just sad.' She never knew how corrupt some of her clanmates (for a lack of a better term) could be.
The graceful tortie sat back on her haunches, her fluffy tail curling around her delicate paws. This would take a while.
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Add text maybe?
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