Dancingloon sat by herself watering a few trees in her home sweet home. She chuckled and sighed as the plants seemed to be brightening her downcast mood. She had started growing flowers too, which sat in the ground nearby. Roses of all colors where slowly crawling upward towards the sky, Tulips swayed slightly if wind blew by, they also had colors of plenty; But there where to flowers in particular she was watching. These where her Irises and her Bleeding Hearts bush. With a quick rustle a rat bolted out and tried to flee once it saw the fox watching it. Dancing became enraged when she saw it, she had hoped it was just her mind playing tricks on her. The silver canine wasn't one to get angry in a heartbeat but for some reason she couldn't stand it. Before it knew what happened it was laying on the ground beheaded. She huffed for a minute before returning to her plants, as if nothing happened. "That's the price someone pays for messing with the queen's garden" she mumbled to herself.
Wilder than lions ♚ Open ♚ Louder than sound
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& -- I WILL LET YOU IN, BUT I CAN BREAK SO EASILY[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#;][b]★ This was the one that she assumed was a drug dealer, because papa always told her that they said things like that. Either way, the little pup would waddle her way over, tilting her head to the side. She didn't seem very happy. She seemed angry in fact. Scowls were scary things. She trembled in discomfort and fear, frowning slightly at the enraged fem. However, she was more concerned than afraid as she toddled over, avoiding her usual tripping and awkward stumbles. "Hello missy," she would say softly, approaching as she sniffled. But instead of saying the right thing such as 'what's wrong?' she said something completely different, "Are you a queen?" As usual, the fox was confused. Queens were royalty, right? At least that was what papa told her. -
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The fox seemed to be ignoring the other. She poked though her plants to make sure there weren't more rats around. She wasn't sure if he was messing with her or being a jerk, so she simply didn't respond. Her nose twitched and a silver paw reached out to caress a leaf of her Bleeding Heart's bush. It was alright, a huge relief to the worried female. She didn't care much what happened to the rat's body, R.T could have it.
/I love your character he's so different UvU
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[justify]Mr. Benzedrine wasn't scared of R.t, they were actually more annoyed, but Stumppaw was far more submissive and wearily eyed R.t through nervous baby blue eyes. H-hey, what's g-going on? the lieutenant asked, padding up beside Dancingloon with a soft smile. Before he had been possessed, they were friends and it was nice to see her.[/justify]
have you ever wanted to disappear?
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Her blue eyes lightened at the sight of the lieutenant. "Nothing, just a rat in my garden. It's been taken care of" she said in a soft tone. She sniffed some of the roses and smiled at Stumppaw. "How have you been?" she asked kindly. It seemed only polite to ask, he seemed nervous. She swore if that guy dare hurt Stumppaw she was gonna rip his head off.
/we now learn danicingloon is a devil on the inside
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#grillbyarchive
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#grillbyarchive
#1F143C for dialogue
[spoiler=tags]general&& grillby dreemurr / purple-blue flaming panther / masculine / ageless / pure white eyes, eyebrows, and mouth [when visible] / wears glasses and a gold chain / underfell timeline / former bartender / owned a nightclub / narcissistic playboy / hostile but civilized / condescending businessman / voice referencepowers and interaction&& elemental pelt* / ability to glow / smells strongly of bourbon and versace cologne / black blood, spit, tears / fights with a katana / difficult / attack in navy / powerplay permitted for affection & nonviolent actions / single / pansexual grey-demiromantic / pm for plot & one-night stands
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[spoiler=tags]general&& grillby dreemurr / purple-blue flaming panther / masculine / ageless / pure white eyes, eyebrows, and mouth [when visible] / wears glasses and a gold chain / underfell timeline / former bartender / owned a nightclub / narcissistic playboy / hostile but civilized / condescending businessman / voice referencepowers and interaction&& elemental pelt* / ability to glow / smells strongly of bourbon and versace cologne / black blood, spit, tears / fights with a katana / difficult / attack in navy / powerplay permitted for affection & nonviolent actions / single / pansexual grey-demiromantic / pm for plot & one-night stands
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She dipped her head to him and was grateful he didn't burn her hard work. "Maybe so" she said idly. Rats where horrible things, chewing up everything and ruining hard work, but of course that wasn't quite it. Stress drove people mad with rage, lashing out at anything. It was hard to control her emotions sometimes.
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[justify]/heh isnt everyone a devil on the inside
O-oh, that's good. He shyly smiled before pausing at Dancingloon's question. How had he been? It was an unexpected question, and he was struggling to come up with an answer. Uh, um, yes, I've b-been well. He pathetically answered, looking down at his feet. Good lord, how hard was it for him to properly function?[/justify]
have you ever wanted to disappear?
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Dancingloon gave a small chuckle and nudge his shoulder. "I'm glad, if you're ever bothered I'd be happy to help" she said lightly.
/goodbye muse my old friend
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Ignoring him, ey? Well, let's see how she likes it. He seemed uninterested for a bit, trying to show he was not affected by her clear avoidance of him but he inwardly chuckled at a thought and began to pace around as she did, daintily sniffing flowers and to add some flair, giving short, "girly" [b]"Eep!"s whenever a speck of dirt got on his mighty paws. "Oh, 'is is simply p'o'psterous!", he mocked, placing a paw to his slightly opened mouth.
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/him and Mr. Benzedrine is the reason she wakes up in the morning and goes "Oh danmit I'm still alive"
Dancingloon bowed her head back politely at V. She glanced and saw R.t mocking her and flicked her ears in annoyance. She wished she could kill him and grow Yew berries on his rotting body. She took and deep breath and closed her eyes trying to block out the shenanigans going on behind her back.
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[justify]Flinching at R.t's words, Stumppaw curtly nodded. T-thanks Dancingloon, it's n-nice to be able to talk to you a-again. He said, voice quivering before Mr. Benzedrine harshly took over, quickly snarling at R.t before Stumppaw got control, feeling a bit woozy. Uh, um, I dunno w-what that was. He finally managed to get out, Mr. Benzedrine letting out a small snort in R.t's general direction. They were sick of Stumppaw being such a coward, sometimes things were better solved in their paws.[/justify]
have you ever wanted to disappear?