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Posts by niccals
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The tall Omen began pacing towards the other figure with a confused expression, milky ivory optics flickering with mere anticipation. "Hello, who are you?" Hollywoodundead questioned, with a raise of his nonexistent brow. -
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Murdoc couldn't help but scoff. "Who are you anyways? And why do you have a stick?" the curious tom inquired. -
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"Really, now? What makes you think you can just 'join?' It's not that simple. Spar with me, eh?" the tom said in a melancholy tone, hackles beginning to raise. "Let's see what'cha got." -
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The Omen quickly jumped back, unsheathing his claws and quickly lunging towards the newcomer, aiming to spring onto his back. -
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Hollywoodundead padded forward with narrowed eyes, glance forwarding towards the newcomer. "Illiterate rogue," the Omen spat coldly, stretching his back legs. "Who are you? You're on BoneClan territory - state your business." -
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"It's happening right now - quite a few people are already there," the tom explained. -
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Really? Okay. In the header space, you should find a transparent .GIF, and put that as the background. I don't know why the code didn't work. If you want, I can give you a code to a header-less profile, and you can edit it out. (It's a free code.) -
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Heeello. 8D -
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Hello there! Same story with me, actually. Welcome back to the wonderful land of WCRPG. uwu; My name is Severin/Sören, but I prefer to be called Felix(which is my nickname). [: -
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I think that's a pretty swell idea. -
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Eyes flickering open, the Omen stepped in front of Lily. "You're not going anywhere until I figure out what the fuck is going on," Hollywoodundead spat, staring towards the Skulls member. "What the hell do you want, you piece of rubbish?" -
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Yeah, I like your name! ^^; What kind of books do you like? (= -
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That's a great book. *v* I'm still looking for some to read, though, I want to read some of John Green's books, because my friends are like screaming about them omfg -
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Murdoc padded forward. He had nothing to do. "I volunteer," the apprentice mewed somewhat calmly, swaying his head to the right. -
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Requiemkit padded along the River, soft grey paws thrashing against the ground as he continued to jog on. "I wonder if any marigold is here," the Assistant murmured, silvery eyes flickering.