the soft wall eat us alive || open - bone carving

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 430px; text-align: justify;][size=8] The chubby tiger cub was wrestling with a large bone, stumbled upon in a darkened corner of the catacombs and dragged out into the open, with much effort. He sat down with a dull thump, needle claws digging into the bone while he gnawed at it. Although it may have appeared that he was simply trying to eat it, he was trying unsuccessfully to make a dent in the clean white surface.

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    hopping up to the cub, the rabbit blinks curiously. bone carving wasn't something he'd done before, but he wasn't opposed to the idea. in fact, it struck him as rather interesting. "what're you doin' with that thing?" he asks, his voice taking on its usual uneven, lazy tone.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 260px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: lowercase;] Morrigan gave a soft smile to the young tiger cub and watched as he wrestled the ivory bone, attempting to put his mark on it. She never partook in the practice herself, since the most she could do with the bones is carve them hallow for water transport. She had millions of those, though, and could always enlist the help of a bored trainee. The panther blinked to the rabbit and gave a slow, sharp smile. Her "welcoming" smile probably came off as creepy, but she had no care. "It is a common practice in the aragon union to carve bones for our uses. since we're surrounded by them."

    [fancypost bgcolor=saddlebrown; border: 5px solid white; width: 325px; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 20pt; font-family: georgia]OUIJABOARD ![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px; width: 335px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: black; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]aragon union ★ warrior ★ [abbr=the sight, glow, eye color manip]powers[/abbr] ★ 2 years ★ #ouijaaes[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px; width: 335px; height: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=saddlebrown; border: 0px solid black; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; color: white; margin-left: -8px; line-height: 115%; font-size: 8pt]It was definitely not a secret that Ouija was interested in the morbid and the undead. In fact, bone carving, along with summoning spirits and shutting down his namesakes the second they start showing demons instead of just ghosts, seemed right up his alley. And the fact that Hellishlights was there made that alley light up, in some sort of Vegas-like show of "go here, please!" So, the newfoundland approached with curiosity. "Bone carving's a thing here? Sweet," He muttered to no one in particular, then going up to the tiger cub with a quick question. "Want any help?" Maybe that was a weird question, but Ouijaboard was a weird person, so the effects canceled out, probably.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 500px auto;cursor: url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur817.cur),auto;][justify]Uma padded over, soft pale eyes falling upon his son. He smiled softly, taking a seat beside Morrigan as he watched the child attempt to dent the bone. He glanced over at Ouijaboard, ears perked as he watched him near his son. Bone-carving wasn't something Uma enjoyed, but if it made Dakota happy, he was happy.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 430px; text-align: justify;][size=8]He dropped the bone from his jaws to speak, making a clattering sound that echoed loudly in the cavernous space. The bone, that was, not his voice. "Yep, bone carving," he confirmed cheerfully, long striped tail flicking from side to side. He had seen others do it, and had wanted to see if he could do it too. He felt blood welling up in his mouth, from the strain on teeth that hadn't bitten anything harder than meat or the bones of small creatures. But satisfaction grew within him at the sights of the dents he had caused in the ivory surface. "Sure mister, you can help," he said to Ojuijaboard, but his face fell into a frown, "I haven't decided what I want to do with it yet, though."