I Want Sprinkles On That Shit[DEAD? Open]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][color=#d8d8d8][sub][size=9pt][font=georgia]She was just gone one day. Not a single note was left, which was pretty uncharacteristic of her. The girl would have at least told someone of her departure, if she planned on leaving at all. Maybe even asked a few others about other places to see in the world. But that wasn't what happened. She didn't leave, one could figure that out if they looked close enough in the small garden she had been cultivating. The serval's body could be found obscured by a healthy green bush. There was no blood, no trace of violence, not a single mark on the body at all. It was as if someone swooped in and reclaimed her soul.


    /sorry babes, i really lost my muse for her
    she might return in the future tho ;v;



    Rascal was the first to find her body, and bitter sadness swept over him as he did so. Serbia was dead. There would need to be a funeral. //sick post












    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt times new roman][color=dodgerblue]Percival had been counting on a walk in the garden. He hadn't counted on finding a body. He was a monstrous little imp, not a detective, and he found even such a clean corpse more than a little disgusting. Eyes dark, he fixed his attention on Rascal. What was the custom in these parts? To burn bodies? The knight would know.