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  • ♦ silent's storage ♦

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -18px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: lowercase;][size=5]when people see good they expect good -- [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: white; letter-spacing: 2pt; font-size: 7pt; font -family: arial; margin-top: -9pt; text-transform: lowercase;] and I don't want to have to live up to anyone's expectations.[hr][/fancypost]

  • YOU'RE A TROUBLE MAKER │ open, joining


    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -18px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: uppercase;][size=6]DAMON SALVATORE[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: white; letter-spacing: 2pt; font-size: 7pt; font -family: arial; margin-top: -17pt; text-transform: uppercase;] serval — vampire — 9 moons — male — hover for tags [hr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px solid black; width: 420px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: left;][justify]Silent paw steps would go unheard as a certain lithe figure made his way through the shadows of the territory, those glowing ice blue oculars of his darting back and fourth as he continued onwards through the thicket of trees. As began to inch closer and closer to the border line, the unknown form would slowly slink its way out of the shadows, the bright sunrays eventually revealing the well-muscled figure of a young serval.


    Finally. The young Salvatore had made to his destination.


    Running his pink tongue over the vampiric fangs that encased his jaws, the male would slowly take his seat at the edge of Darkclan's territory. "Anyone around?" He'd hum interestingly, that natural look of smugness decorating his highly defined features as spoke. Honestly, he hoped that these darkclanners didn't take forever in showing up. After all, Damon wasn't one to practice the art of patience.

  • YOU'RE A TROUBLE MAKER │ open, joining


    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -18px; font-family: georgia;letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: uppercase;][size=6]DAMON SALVATORE[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: white; letter-spacing: 2pt; font-size: 7pt; font -family: arial; margin-top: -17pt; text-transform: uppercase;] serval — vampire — 9 moons — male — hover for tags [hr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px solid black; width: 420px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: left;][justify]Ice blue visionaries flickered back and fourth as more and more members seemed to approach, a look of slight surprise crossing his features as he looked at those currently present. So many had made an appearance or something as simple as a joiner. How odd. "The name is Damon Salvatore, and I'm looking to join your ranks." The vampiric serval would muse then.

  • ( PLOT WITH DAMON SALVATORE )

    seeing as my little baby is new to darkclan, I'd like to get him some plots in order to keep his life interesting and active c: damon ( based off of damon salvatore from the vampire diaries ) is described as quite the sociopath. he cares very little about anyone's survival except his own, and is also rather self-obsessed. seeing as he's well aware of his own handsome physical appearance he isn't afraid to use it to his own advantage. he'll come off as charming only to get his way, making him a master manipulator. damon generally tends to remain in great control over his emotions, however, there are times where he'll act on his reckless impulses which are derived from his dark sense of humor. it's also important to keep in mind that he does have vampiric characteristics, such as fangs filled with venom and a diet that consists of strictly the blood of his own.


    OPEN TO:
    - one night stands
    - litters ( possibly, if the plot is really, really good )
    - mentor
    - friendly spars
    - enemies / rivals
    - meeting your character
    - flings ( he's heterosexual )
    - state anything else not listed, i don't bite dearies c:

    CLOSED TO:
    - death
    - serious injury
    - permanent love

  • musing through memories | joining, open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 155px; borderwidth=0px; transform: rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); -o-transform: rotate(-90deg); margin-top: 42px; margin-right: -55px; margin-left: -50px; color: #d2d2d2;][align=center][size=16pt]WENDYBIRD[/size]
    SUNCLAN [size=13pt]♡ APPRENTICE[/size][hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;] [justify][size=8]She had been walking for what had felt like days, her once soft pink padding now raw and crusted with blood from her numerous hours of climbing and running. Not once had the young serval stopped in her tracks, her alabaster fur now dirtied by the elements she had faced while attempting to escape the dreaded island that was neverland. It had been quite the difficult task for Wendybird, but somehow the gorgeous femme had managed to make her escape with little to no trouble at all.




    In fact, perhaps escaping the dreaded island had been a little too easy this time. Usually such attempts of breaking free were foiled by Pan and his blasted, soul-eating Shadow. However, this time Wendy had slipped into the turbulent tides as if it were the easiest thing in the world before vanishing completely into this unknown land that would soon be identified to her as Sunclan.




    Was Peter Pan simply letting her go after years of entrapment, just like that? Or was the time-defying immortal simply toying with her emotions by allowing her to get so far, only to snatch her away again after maintaining a certain distance from the island? Only time would tell what the scoundrel had up his sleeve, and truthfully enough Wendy preferred to put as much distance as she could between them before she figured out just what on earth he was up to.




    Allowing a strangled cough to erupt its way past her throat, she'd take a few more steps before finally collapsing in the middle of sunclan territory. Running for so long with the fear of being caught at any second had caused her to dehydrate to the point where her body was beginning to give out on her. [/justify]
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  • musing through memories | joining, open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 155px; borderwidth=0px; transform: rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); -o-transform: rotate(-90deg); margin-top: 42px; margin-right: -55px; margin-left: -50px; color: #d2d2d2;][align=center][size=16pt]WENDYBIRD[/size]
    SUNCLAN [size=13pt]♡ APPRENTICE[/size][hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;] [justify][size=8]Colbalt blue hues would automatically squeeze shut, a small wheezing sound escaping her heaving body as she attempted to cope with the sting of her wounds being cleansed. There were so many voices. Wendybird could hardly distinguish them over the non-stop vibrations echoing throughout her highly sensitive eardrums. Just where was she, and who were all of these strange beings...? Were they allied with Pan?




    A sense of panic quickly flooded the serval's senses as the thought flooded her mind, the fur on her spine slowly rising as she became more and more aware of her surroundings. Despite the fact these clan members were simply trying to help her while in her current injured state, she still had no idea where she was or just who she was dealing with. Yet even then, there was no way Wendy could summon the strength to lift a paw up in defense, let alone sprint another mile in order to flee the current scene.




    "..W-Water." The lovely, long-legged feline would finally mumble, the words cracked and drawn-together in a string of incoherent nonsense due to her dry throat. The first words to bubble out of her maw weren't her name, yes, but at least it was a sign she was still in the land of the living.




    // permission to heal granted + major dehydration, starvation, a few cuts going along her flank, and cracked rib.[/justify]
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  • musing through memories | joining, open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 155px; borderwidth=0px; transform: rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); -o-transform: rotate(-90deg); margin-top: 42px; margin-right: -55px; margin-left: -50px; color: #d2d2d2;][align=center][size=16pt]WENDYBIRD[/size]
    SUNCLAN [size=13pt]♡ APPRENTICE[/size][hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;] [justify][size=7pt]The delicate feline had wasted absolutely no time lapping up whatever she could of the moss, enjoying how the cool, refreshing liquid seemed to cure her highly achy throat. It had taken seconds for Wendy to finish every single drop, yet even then her dehydration was still present. One measly moss ball soaked in water wouldn't be nearly enough to satisfy the thirst of a femme who had gone nearly two days without eating or drinking anything at all. However, it would have to do. At least until the healers finished mending her wounds.




    "W-What is this place?" Came the serval's next fretful question, her fear vivid in the way she spoke. This place was so different from the land she had spent most of her life entrapped in. "...Who are you all. Are you allies of Pan, here to take me away again?" [/justify]
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  • musing through memories | joining, open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 155px; borderwidth=0px; transform: rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(-90deg); -o-transform: rotate(-90deg); margin-top: 42px; margin-right: -55px; margin-left: -50px; color: #d2d2d2;][align=center][size=16pt]WINDYBIRD[/size]
    SUNCLAN [size=13pt]✧ APPRENTICE[/size][hr][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=; width: 335px; height: 145px; overflow: auto; borderwidth=0px; color: #d2d2d2;] [justify][size=7pt]Relief seemed to flood over her as those around her assured her of her safety, her walls of defense automatically crumbling at the statement. No longer did she had to be on a alert every waking second of the day. She could rest, for once in her life. Wendybird was free. A small puff of air would soon travel past her maw, the plume turning into iced vapor as a sign of the chilling weather. "Thank the gods..." The pretty alabaster femme would mutter under her breath, her flanks still heaving as she attempted to keep her breathing at a steady pace. From the looks of their clueless faces, they truly had nothing to do with time-defying being who had kept her caged away from the rest of the world. "I'm actually free..."




    The very words of freedom were still foreign on her lips. "T-The bird stated you were Sunclanners. What is that, if you don't mind me asking?" Another question on her behalf, this time her voice equally as cracky and dry as before. She was in desperate need of more water, however, by the looks of it she would have to wait for the bird to arrive with more moss.




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  • clinging to just one more day | M&G, open

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px solid black; width: 450px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: left;] [justify] It had been exactly two days since she had been found in the middle of Sunclan territory, injured and scared out of her wits. For two days the beautiful alabaster femme had somehow managed to close herself away from the rest of the clan, focusing purely on healing her heavily injured and sick body. It seemed like her constant napping and eating had worked like a charm, for her dehydration had been cured, and her wounds were now in the steady process of healing. As for her cracked rib? Well, it had been carefully mended back into place. Wendybird was practically as good as new, and it was because of this fact did she finally decide to make her way out of her den in order to make herself familiar with the members that inhabited the clan.


    "M-Meet and greet!" The graceful feline would say as loud as her silky voice would possibly allow her, those colbalt colored hues of hers searching for any sign of life. Surely others would show up to meet the darling little apprentice? [/justify]

  • SAFE AND SOUND ♡ PLOT WITH WENDYBIRD

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px solid black; width: 450px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: left;]she needs some plots and threads so i can keep my muse up with her, and perhaps even develop her personality a bit more c:


    open to:
    - best friends
    - meeting your character
    - crushes ( either one sided or two sided )
    - complex love triangle plots ( luffles those mwahaha )
    - enemies / rivals
    - anything else you can think of


    closed to:
    - injury
    - litters
    - death

  • ( I REALLY DON'T CARE ) open, spin the bottle

    [justify][size=8] "Spin the bottle?" The pretty alabaster apprentice would mumble as she made her way forward, her cyan colored hues glistening with interest as she took a seat among the forming crowd of members. Innocent little Wendy had never heard of such a game, let alone played it. Then again, the serval hadn't really played much of anything seeing as most of her life was spent inside of sturdy, wooden-built cage. "I'd like to play, if that's alright." [/justify]

  • clinging to just one more day | M&G, open

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px solid black; width: 450px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: left;] [justify] The long legged serval would allow a purr of delight to breech her lips as she observed those who had showed up, those cyan visionaries of hers practically glistening with joy as she did so. "It's truly a pleasure to meet you all." Wendybird would muse sweetly, her honey-like tone flowing easily passed her maw as she continued to speak. "My name is Wendybird, though Wendy will work just fine." Perhaps she'd become good friends with someone here?[/justify]

  • I ROCK MOM JEANS, CAT EARRINGS — open, return

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px solid black; width: 400px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: left;] [justify]Seeing as the alabaster femme had just joined yesterday, she knew absolutely nothing about this returning member. However, even then innocent, little Wendybird wouldn't quite allow informalities to simply get in the way of her making a new friend. Allowing the sweetest of smiles to etch its way onto her graceful features, the slim serval would proceed with dipping her head in greeting. "Welcome back."

  • GO TO HELL FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE | LEAVING

    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px solid black; width: 400px;height:auto; font-family: arial; text-align: left;] [justify] The pretty femme would raise a non-existent brow, her button-like nose scrunching up in pure displeasure as the medic's words hit her ears. How unlady-like of her to say such things. Truly disgusting. Huffing slightly, Wendy would simply proceed with shaking her head before speaking. "Lovely."