| [fancypost bgcolor=#131212; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; color: #918383; overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 300px; text-transform: lowercase;] guiltypaw ! The day was hella rad as he strolled through the territory. His slightly long, fluffy brown hair flowed through the wind majestically and his eyes sparkled with a youthful boyish charm. Who was he? He was the Guiltypaw. And he was guilty of lots of stuff. Lots of unforgivable stuff. His roleplayer was a butt and didn't feel like going into detail -- that would be a mystery for later -- but the ten moon old was grinning. Why wouldn't he be? He had a hot babe [aka girlfriend aka Seventhpaw], a temporary high position which made him hope that it would become permanent, and a ton of friends. Plus he hadn't seen the butt, aka Piratescove, for a while. Everything was hella rad in his life, just like the hella rad day. Except for Lacey, of course, but he had ignored her emotional baggage that threatened to crush Guiltypaw. Dumb character bond. He wasn't gonna die. Not today. Not today. Meanwhile, his roleplayer was laughing maniacally. ooc-- PLEASE DON'T POST UNTIL SORREL AND I FINISH THE SCENE [/fancypost] |
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