| [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; background: url(https://media2.giphy.com/media/WBJyGFUm4JSHC/100.gif); height: 20px; width: 30px; background-position: top; margin-top: 50px;][/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; border-bottom: 3px double #345f65; height: 30px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 30px; color: white; text-align: center;]driftingpup[/fancypost] |
| [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; background: url(https://media2.giphy.com/media/WBJyGFUm4JSHC/100.gif); height: 20px; width: 30px; background-position: center;][/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; border-top: 3px double #345f65; height: 140px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; color: white; text-align: justify; margin-top: -45px;] She'd finally decided to acknowledge that she was probably not going to get much older than this. She'd died at this age and now she was technically alive again, but really she was an immortal angel. So she'd probably have this body forever, even though she was supposed to be over a year old. Drifting didn't know that she was actually aging, just very very slowly. Either way, she didn't feel like a puppy even if she looked like one. "Um.. hey guys, could you call me Driftingblossom.. or, I guess you can call me whatever but my name is Driftingblossom.." That felt a little better. She supposed. [/fancypost] |
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