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    club queen on the downtown scene

    prowling around at night — tags

    Her piercing stare was directed at her front right paw with great concentration. The oddly slender serval's violet eyes wandered about the threatening spear which found its way into her delicate paw and now was stuck. She felt great discomfort about the unexpected guest, her bewildering injury; how unfortunate was her to be blessed by Satan's work.


    Then again, the spear that had been mentioned was only a splinter; the words put to describe had been out of her imagination, special thanks to her dainty and untouched figure. She had never witnessed a war, poverty, misery or heartbreak. Despite her appearance screaming girl crush concept , she possessed a stoic expression and a flameless, stone cold heart. Her only concerns were of possession, wealth, and her ever so shining pelt.



    "Hello? Is anyone there?"


    However, such obsessions did not direct arrows at being a diva or a drama queen - she was far from being any of them though two sounded fairly similar - it was only the closest to being a matter of sexuality, maybe. She was attracted to jewellery, silk, cashmere, any originated fabric and maybe any male associated with them.


    "I have come to join your ranks. If I am in the right place, it is."


    Her voice? Rather had a lunatic vibe etched to it. Low, silky smooth, yet distant.

    I know you're crying on the inside

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    "Hello." called back the gentle accented voice, appearing from the coverage of leaves nearby. She studied the serval briefly, catching a glimpse of the spear which only drew her more interested to stay. That was due to her job as herbalist, she really had no choice to stay since there was an injury in sight. Of course if she wasn't apart of the rank and her curiosity was bearable she would have completely avoided the other female. The border collie drew her tongue over her lips nervously before swishing her tail behind her in a passive and friendly greeting. "Welcome. This.. is the Thunderlands if you were searching for it. I am Nymeria, herbalist here... Do you.. want me to help you with that?" she asked hesitantly, lowering her head towards the serval's paw.

    -But you fake it to make it-

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    ASHES FOR ROSES


    Another joiner? They had some of those lately, though not too many. The place was not getting flooded with new faces, at least. The child walked forward, blue gaze meeting her violet one. That was, given, as she looked at the splinter in the girl's paw. Now, how had she done that? Even a child could be more careful! Honestly, the vampire had not wanted to answer her questions, given her odd voice. But here she was, having to welcome the new face to the lands. "Well, then. Welcome to the Thunderlands. I am Edelweiss."


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    club queen on the downtown scene

    prowling around at night — tags

    After the serval’s distinct voice had faded into the forest, her attention was once again drawn to her mildly injured paw. A frown was plastered on her structured face, yet anyone would know that such small splinter could not cause the pain imprisoned in her violet hues.


    She was distracted by another’s approach; a lovely border collie who seemed concerned only out of her responsibility. Artdeco was relieved that she had taken a right path to reach her destination. Thunderlands. With a very synthetic smile, yet one so graceful, she inclined her head to a side before speaking. "I was contemplating about my tragic luck, yet I must be loved by spirits, it seems; as I have been greeted by a herbalist in my such desperate times." Her words were followed by a sigh. "I would be delighted to be taken care of, yes. But be careful, darling, we don’t want to cause a permanent scar on my gentle paw, do we?" Her feline violet eyes were dimm, as it was the usual look of her.


    After the arrival of the vampire, she felt the urge to introduce herself properly to who may be her friends in the future. "Name is Artdeco. Coco is fine, too. " And Fartface isn’t. She couldn’t believe she almost uttered the shameful nickname out loud; if people knew her frenemies called her Fartdecoy instead of Artdeco, maybe she had to immigrate this soon. "After I heal, would any of you be willing to give me a tour, perhaps?"