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The Snow Queen
Username--
The Ice Queen
Activity--
All day on a weekend, and after 4:00 P.M on week days.
Position Wanted--
Editor.
Examples of Work--
Silver raised her paw timidly, her fear rising as did the noise in the forest. Her dark green eyes flashed around as she tried to make out every fuzzy detail.
Shadows seemed to swirl around her vision as she continued to walk along the hidden path, wary of the unkown hidden in the darkness, inside and out.
As her ears twitched around, a small noise attracted her cautious attention. Silver perked her ears, as the noise sounded again. A small rustling sound in the breeze.
Feeling more than hopeful for maybe a snack, she began to slink toward the source of noise.
Ideas for Newsletter--
None right now.
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Hello there, welcome to the site. :)
Call me Icey.
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Nickname ; ; { seriously who r u }
Call me Icey.
What I want ; ; { type of drawing [headshot with shading, lineart with no shading, etc] }
Lineart with shading.
What I want drawn ; ; { refrence, preferably drawn }
Teenage boy with blue eyes and blonde hair that almost covers his eyes. A bit of a stocky build. His skin is slightly tanned. Also, he kinda has a bit of facial hair growing. Wearing: Cargo pants and a t-shirt, and a black raincoat.
What I think about the crap known as Kami's art ; ; { just some feedback }
Legit.
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Haku.
You have been quotedtedted.
Feel honored...
Feel very honored...
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-Tracking.
I have an idea for a story...
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A girl comes home one day to find out her mother has died from cancer. This is also the same day her father comes home drunk.
Being only four, she thinks that her mother's death is somehow her fault, so in her mind she deserves the lashes of her father's leather belt every night.
But, at age fourteen, she's had all she can take.
How is it so far?
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Hold on, not finished--
So now she's asleep in her bed, when suddenly she smells smoke. Waking up with a start, the teenager realizes that the small house is on fire. Coughing before she reaches her door, she runs to her father's room. When she reaches him, he's asleep.
Now, years of pain has given her a darker nature. She takes out her carving knife from her pocket.
Next, she runs to her little brother's room and shakes him awake. Andrew, being only five, freaks out and stars crying. She takes him by the hand and half drags/leads him out of the house.
Running toward the woods where on the other side is the small city, she an Andrew already hear the fire trucks' horns.
Almost done.
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So.
Friendly friends, anyone wish to be my friend? Please?
"Lonely...I am so lonely...I am Misses lonely...all on my own!!"
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Yay!
Nice to meet you. ^_^
Call me Icey.
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Good morning people of the Internet.
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Hola people of the Internet.
