SEEMS LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY -- open

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-top: -37px;]Melodicbalance Darling[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; text-align: center; margin-top: -15px;]TIDALCLAN — WARRIOR — [abbr=17 moons physically, 21 moons mentally, goddess of passion and loyalty, single, no apprentice]INFORMATION[/abbr] — [abbr=Invisibility, all free powers, memory manipulation, shapeshifting]POWERS[/abbr] — [abbr=Attack in mistyrose, no kill, ask for capture or maim]INTERACTION[/abbr] — [abbr=Ascended Maid of Rage, formerly Estella Darling]OTHER[/abbr]
    [hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Mel was moving slowly around her shop, clearly limping and trying not to agitate her wounds as she maneuvered around the furniture. She sang quietly to herself as she did so, testing how much pain she could bear while making music like that. She couldn't wait until her ribs had finished healing, so she could sing loud and clear like she used to. But for now she would have to stick to the quiet murmur of her voice, unless of course someone decided to stop by and say hello.


    [align=center][sub]TEMPLATE © WINNIE
    [color=transparent] #mellylook

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;][justify]"You have a really pretty voice!", the cougar femme would exclaim as she hesitantly entered Melodicbalance's shop, looking up at her with an emotion that would best be described as admiration. Her physical wounds were unbeknownst to Madrigal, her eyes passed over the wounds without making anything of it. It wasn't that she was insensitive; no, more like she was a very selective information gatherer. Blame it on her age.





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    "Hey! Whatcha doing?" he asked, padding over curiously. Actually he was a but worried about how she was doing, but he wasn't toing to make her feel like she was helpless.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; width:470px;]funghoul walked into the shop, noting the other tidalclanner's limp. oh jeez, he wondered what happened to her. "hey," he simply said, not knowing if he should introduce himself or not.
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    [size=8] #planetarybro

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300pt][justify] #clintonbby"talk" 'thought'


    Clinton halted at the scene, though she hated music, she had to admit that this was decently nice, "Pretty." Ah one word, saying simply one word made the world make sense to the cream tabby... odd, peculiar, but it really did.