'till i hit rock bottom — private

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    the obsidian creature was strolling around the territory, still adjusting to the damn place. His cobalt blue orbs scanned the territory before he rolled them and made way to an isolated area. His tails lashed behind as he strode onward, finding himself a comfortable area that was somewhat shaded. The young kitsune huffed before lowing his solid structure to the ground. Ajax then fixed his gaze to look over the opposing members of bloodclan, watching some npcs interact and chatter amongst themselves.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify;]— Dean was the only thing keeping her awake. Chelsea yawned as she blinked baggy eyes. "You should sleep." the ghost murmured, putting a semi-transparent paw on her back. "N-no.." she yawned, "I'm good I promise." She had a case of insomnia and she hated it. She could only land four hours of sleep each night. Every time she tried she'd get the same dream about her running into the woods and staring at everything and everybody she loved being destroyed.
    #chelsea2k15