Posts by rapunzel

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][color=#dd4400]"Hello," the direwolf greeted with a small nod, stopping besides no one in particular. [color=#dd4400]"My name is Sansa Targaryen-Mikaelson, it's rather nice to meet you."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][color=#dd4400]"What's that?" The direwolf would cautiously inquire, looking between Rhy and the cup containing the unidentified liquid. [color=#dd4400]"Did you put that there?" Sansa continued softly, unsure of what someone who merely existed in a spiritual sense could do.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]As curious as the leader and Lily, Sansa approached. She did not understand ghosts and how they existed on this plane and merely went with Rhy's presence, knowing that there was some reason for why she was here... how she was here.




    Taking a seat, the direwolf would perk her large ears, a frown appearing upon her muzzle. She was honestly afraid to ask questions about how the dead slept, especially considering the fact that she associated death with sleep.




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]With Little Dove on her back, Sansa approached. She wasn't so sure that exposing her precious pet to fresh-kill was smart but knew that the creature could always flutter away if things became too unbearable for her. Taking a seat, the direwolf would smile as she watched the avian settle in between her paws, completely unfazed by Tony and his rabbit. [color=#dd4400]"Hello," the canine finally greeted, ripping her attention from Little Dove. [color=#dd4400]"My name is Sansa Targaryen-Mikaelson. I don't believe we have met before."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Sansa had initially been shocked by the invasion of the multi-colored insects. They were not something she had been interested in waking up too but had adjusted all the less, actually permitting a few to settle upon her moderately large frame. Little Dove saw the butterflies as playmates and quickly began fluttering around with them, chirping an unfamiliar melody. The sight brought a smile to the direwolf's face and she'd carefully sit down to watch, making sure that none of the gentle bugs were injured. To be completely honest, this didn't seem like much of a problem in her mind. In fact, it was quite the sight!
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][color=#dd4400]"I'll come as well," the direwolf quietly murmured, stopping besides Nutcrackerpaw and offering him a rare smile. While she was not the best of hunters, she was willing to participate for the sake of improving. Vampire or not, she needed to contribute to the clan.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][color=#dd4400]"What's in your mouth?" Inquired Sansa, indicating the lit cigarette as she wandered over. The object appeared dangerous to her and the scent it gave off was simply revolting. Why would anyone want to put that in the same place that they put food? Furrowing a metaphorical brow, the canine would take a seat before remembering her manners. [color=#dd4400]"My apologies for asking such a blunt question.. thank you for the gifts."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][color=#dd4400]"Hello, my name is Sansa. It's nice to meet you," the direwolf introduced in a soft voice, taking a seat and making room between her paws for her pet, Little Dove, to settle.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][color=#dd4400]"Oh..." Came her quiet response as she glanced down at her paws, feeling suddenly rather embarrassed. [color=#dd4400]"What's it like being dead?" The direwolf would suddenly question, raising her gaze to stare at the spirit. She hadn't exactly meant to ask such a blunt thing but couldn't help herself, especially with the threat of previous victims returning and haunting her hanging over her head.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][color=#dd4400]"Hello, I'm Sansa and this is Little Dove," the canine greeted, motioning with a paw towards the gray avian who accompanied her. [color=#dd4400]"It's nice to meet you, Krista."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Sansa had never met Fireflyspark before and therefore had no desire to offer her sympathies. She would simply pad up besides Nutcrackerpaw and silently take a seat, ice-blue eyes skimming the crowd for faces who might bear marks of devastation.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][color=#dd4400]"Sansa Targaryen-Mikaelson, it's nice to meet you," the direwolf greeted with a small nod of her head. The gray colored creature would then take a seat, a polite (but not real) smile appearing upon her lips.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]Taking a seat besides Nutcrackerpaw, she'd aim to playfully nudge her boyfriend before focusing her undivided attention upon Vixen. On her lips, a small frown sat and she radiated curiosity as she studied the other femme. [color=#dd4400]"I'm Sansa Targaryen-Mikaelson," she'd finally greet after several moments, perking her ears.S
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][color=#dd4400]"Cry Monster?" Sansa echoed uncertainly, her signature frown growing upon her lips as she trotted over. [color=#dd4400]"Don't you know that monsters don't exist?" She averted her gaze after saying that though, knowing very well that it was far from true. In fact, she was a monster herself, as dependent on blood as her mother and father and entire, monstrous family.




    Feeling suddenly rather faint, the canine sank to the ground, not wanting to say anything more.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]I'm jumping on the bandwagon, so if you want Sansa's opinion on your character, post below <3




    Lilystar
    She's a great person and I secretly admire her. I don't know her very well though and I wish that was different... especially considering that I'm dating her son. I do remember her offering to be my friend a few days ago when I joined and for that, I'm grateful. Not many leaders would offer friendship to a recently joined BloodClanner (even if I disliked the clan).




    Tsukishima
    I like him as well although I don't think the feeling is mutual. I'm not sure why but I get the vibe that he disliked me... I can't help but wonder why. Anyways, a part of me believes that I can prove to him that I'm quite the likable girl and maybe even form some sort of friendship with him... that'd be nice... really nice.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8][color=#dd4400]"I am," the vampiric direwolf offered in a soft tone, strolling up to the unfamiliar feline and offering her a smile. [color=#dd4400]"My name is Sansa Targaryen-Mikaelson. It's nice to meet you."
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