Posts by clarence

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  • guide to clarence !!

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    WIP !!


    JOINING: ( thread )

    post


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    BEDROOM: ( room ) ( balcony ) ( fire place )

    first finds his room


    finds the fireplace passageway

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    IMPORTANT THREADS / PLOTS:


    ACCESSORIES/CLOTHING:
    cassette tape collar - ( x )


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    #clarehere

  • th1s outst4nd1ng h41rfl1p ! / sunclan raid

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify]clarence recoiled as blood spurted from the wound on his muzzle. seeing the wildcat who inflicted the wound, the canine would cloak himself in invisibility. hoping the femme didn't posses either of the two vision powers, the sable dog would cautiously slip behind the bigger creature. attempting to spring onto lacrimosa's back, he would cling onto her spinal cord for balance, also hoping to tear into her vertebrae.



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  • THERE ARE NO FERAL DOGS ;; Open, meet Merryweather! ;; BUT PLASTIC BAGS

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify]the canine slipped through the same hallway that merryweather was sitting in. the mansion was indeed huge, so seeing a few unfamiliar faces was normal. "hello there," the shepherd greeted, dropping the book he was carrying between his ivory jaws. "i don't think we've met. i'm clarence."



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  • EMPTY CHAIRS / open ; capture

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify]"nice catch." the canine complimented as he strode over to the serval, smile slowly spreading across his lips. clare knew the wildcat didn't exactly enjoy capturing or killing, so he wondering what brought marco to commit the action.



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  • THERE ARE NO FERAL DOGS ;; Open, meet Merryweather! ;; BUT PLASTIC BAGS

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify]"nice to meet you." the canine responded as the corners of his mouth pulled up into a warm smile. seeing the tigress take an interested glance at his tattered piece of literature, clare pushed it over. "would you like it?" he inquired with a tilt of his head. "i live in the study of the mansion so i've got a lot of books." clarence informed, only finding his new room yesterday.



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  • ( * drops of jupiter : private )

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify]"hey marco." the canine greeted with a smile. personally the shepherd didn't mind the yawn, although he did feel the phoenix squire's warm breath on his fur. "ha it's fine." the sable dog nodded in understanding, because he couldn't argue with being tired. "so how have you been?" clare inquired with a tilt of his head.



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  • THERE ARE NO FERAL DOGS ;; Open, meet Merryweather! ;; BUT PLASTIC BAGS

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify]"my bedroom's on the third floor, end of the hall." the canine answered. seeing as clarence lived in the study alone, he didn't mind visitors, as long as they knocked of course. his own wonderful room, after searching for days on end before finally uncovering the overlooked door.



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  • wanting you so helplessly [sunclan shipping thread!]

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    MARCO B. ♢ wrote:


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    harco


    omg all of the marco ships sound like companies what


    because marco means business
    ha



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  • procrastination (open)

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify]clare's role-player was also procrastinating homework so the canine just wandered the halls before bumping into the knight. "hey niall." he greeted.


    (track)



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  • ( open * SHADES DRAWN, WE'RE DEAD ENOUGH )

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px;][justify]clarence's room looked like the dust bowl hit. the canine had trouble walking through it without having coughing fits every second. even though his friends accompanied him by dusting, the second floor hadn't been touched. therefore particles sprinkled from the ceiling and upper level of his bedroom. snorting as a dust bunny floated onto his nose, the clarence studied the spiral staircase that adjoined the two levels. the knight had never actually been up the stairs, so it would prove useful to see what else resided up there besides books. deciding to get the action over and done with, the shepherd maneuvered over neatly organized book piles. a certain pile was free for the taking, and it lay in the hallway adjacent to the wooden and glass entrance. ascending the metal staircase, clare circled up the steps until he reached the top. the corners of his mouth were pulled down into a scowl as his nonexistent eyebrows slumped down on his forehead.


    it was dustier up here than down there! "WHY." clarence would whine like a child as he stepped over scattered piles of literature. shifting through the items, the canine groaned as more dust flew up into the air. "seriously.." the canine complained. clearly it would take a lot of effort to preserve this room, with it being quite large and all. coughing as the dust clouds floated around the sable canine, clare's scowl stayed fresh on his face. piling the books into columns of four, clarence then attempted to place them back on the shelves. standing on his hind legs and trying his best to balance, the canine worked out a system. each piece of literature would be lifted individually and then squeezed into an open spot on the shelves. repeating his system until all the books found a home, the canine sighed, "if there's ever an earthquake so help me god."


    dusting the particles with his fluffy tail, the canine began to clean the upper half of the study. now clare was clearly agitated at the work it kept to keep his room clean.


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