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    Toriel stared blankly for a moment, shaking her head. Why had she ever thought this was a good idea? As hard as she tried, she was fairly confident she was a bad mother. None of her previous children had made it to adulthood. Even if it wasn't her fault, she still couldn't help the feeling she could have stopped it somehow. But if she didn't take care of them... well, who would? Tori looked down at the children in exhaustion, managing an affectionate smile. She couldn't help it. She wanted to take care of them, be there for them, be their mommy. She nodded to herself, a firm determined nod. If she was going to adopt these children, they'd need names. The slim red wolf pup would be Redrover, like the children's game. She looked next to the blue-gray tinted cheetah cub, a tiny little thing that shouldn't be out here on her own. Relayrace. Cheetahs ran a lot, right? The third was a cheetah as well, actually, but she bore more of a cream color. It took Tori a bit longer to think a name for this child; but, eventually, she decided the name Wendi was quite pretty. The last was another wolf, black this time with a pelt that evoked images of a dark starry sky. His name came easily, Macabre. Mac or Macky for a cute nickname. It was somewhat strange of a coincidence, really. Two wolves, red and black, two cheetahs, blue and white. Well, never mind that now. They were here now, they were safe, and that was all that really mattered.




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    [align=center][font=georgia]» Chara [size=10]Kill or be killed

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:200px; height:289px; background:url(http://orig09.deviantart.net/1…_by_m_0_c_h_i-d9ee4q8.gif) center;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=black; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; font-size: 7pt; color: white; height: 289px; width: 200px; opacity: 0.70; text-align:justify]"Hi Mom!", She says walking over. She looks to see what she had. Maybe she went traveling and got new stuff. She looked in the basket and her tail instantly puffed up. She looked kind of suprised. "Cool! Are you going to take care of them? That means they are like... my siblings?", She asks tilting her head. If thats how it worked she would have.. how many siblings? Counting Asriel that would be 13 freaking children. Of course it made her mad but she didn't show it.

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    [align=center][size=6pt]★ trek

    The cheetah stared up at the others with wide gold eyes, ignoring the shadow in the corner of her vision. "Heya!" She chirped, the word going to anyone around her.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px;]Delicate little Wendi was curled up beside her siblings, sleeping soundly and unaware of all that was going on around her. The child was a cheetah, same as her other sister, however it was as if someone had taken an eraser and smudged all of her spots off save for a few here and there, primarily on her face and legs. Her coat was a soft pale beige with white on her nose, paws, and belly which was moving rhythmically up and down with each breath. Occasionally she would twitch in her sleep, but otherwise she was peaceful. Slowly she would begin to stir at the sound of voices.



    ooc. woo! if anyone in the litter / family wants free art of their baby let me know <3 bc muse and free time

    [font=georgia][size=8]Macabre earned his name well. The wolf pup was curled in withthe rest of the creatures, his siblings. They didn't look much like siblings, being different species, and only the two cheetah cubs seemed like at least similar family. His pelt was dark, a base coat of oblivion ebony. On top, a striking medley of blues, purples, and a rich red covered the top of his neck, back, and tail with starry night splendor.


    He was the night sky, it appeared, like the heavens were painted across his back. The starry pelt appeared to twinkle, and that wasn't the weirdest part. His little white toes twitched cutely, and uponhis face he wore a skull. A canine skull, odd and creepy as it was, but a mark of who he was. It covered his true face, with an alabaster bone mask and teeth to match. And as he began to stir, the young boy opened his eyes, looking out into the sky, his own eyes matching the pale blue hue, void of pupils.

    [align=center][font=georgia]» Chara [size=10]Kill or be killed

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    [align=center][size=6pt]★ trek

    the said 'slim red wolf pup' sighed as he was awoken by voices. Opening his wide eyes, he squeaked in surprise as he saw the crowd that had gathered 'round him and his formerly nameless friends. "W-where am i?" he stammered.

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    "If you'd like, Chara," Toriel said, suddenly feeling guilty for not speaking with her first. But then, how could she have? It was a spur of the moment decision. Silently trying to justify her choice to herself, she turned back to the children, smiling gently as the children began to woke up. She smiled at Relay's cheery greeting, watching fondly as Wendi breathed softly, Macabre's little white toes twitched, and Red began to wake. Poor things. "Shh, shh. It's alright, my child. This is Bone Clan. You're safe here.."


    //if you've still got the muse/time, think you could do tori? you don't have to, of course. :3




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