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i have school tomorrow and we had school today, but i didnt go because i was kind of driving back from vegas
+ young leo mMM
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ mmhm young leo is perfection
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ Alaska had been attracted to the scene by the subtle sound of paws across ice and the occasional thud of what she presumed to be the skater falling. Worry had driven her seeing as she convinced herself that it was someone who was stuck on the ice and couldn't get off on their own. It was a pleasant surprise when she saw that the culprit was a rather enthused rabbit. Drippingkit. "Having fun?" She mused with a smile that teetered on the edge of a smirk. "How long have you been out here?"
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ Winry spoke quickly, Alaska noted, but her tone reminded the ex-advisor much of her twin's in the way that it carried a light-hearted joyfulness to it. It was unusually comforting, and she found herself unable to focus on much else when the other spoke. This will certainly make the learning process much easier. Originally she had thought that working on Ed in itself would be distracting, but the more her boyfriend's close friend spoke the more she realized this would be a lot easier (in a sense) than her first suspicion suggested.
After Winry finished, she hesitated with her reply. If she said yes she would be tying herself to Edward in another way, and if she screwed up... No. This was something she not only wanted to do, but felt obligated to. Ed was part of her life, and she had told herself long ago that she would do whatever she could to keep it that way. "Of course," she breathed, nodding along with her words. "This will definitely be interesting, that's for sure."
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ Alaska strode towards Mountainpaw and the others with a small smile painted across her lips. She hoped that this newcomer was a joiner or at the very least non-hostile seeing as she was in no mood for a battle, especially considering her shoulder was sore from falling asleep in a very awkward position the night prior. Blue visionaries stood out against her lilac fur as she stared at the newcomer. Had she been here before? Owlsight seemed to know her way around the area, or she was at least comfortable enough with the people in the clan to stand at the border like that. Maybe she wasn't reading into it correctly...
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ Alaska had just been heading towards camp after a brief border patrol when she caught wind and sight of the unfamiliar fem. A smile crossed her features, and despite there being no possible way that she could have known this other fem spoke French she decided to put her newly acquired skill to use. She could only hope that this fem wouldn't be confused by the likely foreign words. "Bonjour," It wasn't a complex word in the language she was learning (quite quickly), yet she doubted that anyone would know how to respond back in French.
Embarrassingly enough, she didn't even question why the female was here in the first place. Was she new to Windclan? Perhaps she was visiting? Who knew. "Um, pardon my asking, but are you new here or..?"
finally someone else Lask can speak French to! c:
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ The Abshire girl was absolutely no stranger to a lack of sleep. In fact, she didn't sleep very much at all after Jailbreak's death and her departure to The Exiles. The memories of her mother's dead body plagued her mind even now, but she'd gotten quite good at fighting them off long enough to sleep through the night. Being home also put the terrors at ease, however, no one was ever safe from their own mind once left alone. Luckily for her, she hadn't been alone too much anymore. Her time had been spent with her boyfriend or new friends, so the thoughts that once drove her to near madness in The Exiles had subsided.
Her experience with the subject was what made her edge towards Accosta and Cosmicpaw. Lask, it seemed, was not the only one who had picked up on the male's odd demeanor. Was she overthinking things again? Would she be out of line to question him? Well, it certainly couldn't hurt to at least listen to his response. Maybe he'll just fess up... or he'll claim to be fine and you'll never know for sure. Nice, Lask.
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ Alaska Abshire had felt that odd sort of connection between them several times, but she wasn't going to voice such odd emotions just yet. If she had a desire to become friends with this girl it would be best not to chase her off with weird proclamations. After all her history with sibling-type interaction wasn't the best. Her half-siblings hadn't even met her more than once, and the second litter her parents had together before their split had barely known her beyond pleasantries. Raijuu and Blackabyss were the only two siblings she'd ever even gotten to know. She would admit that her bonds with the both of them were ironclad in every way, though. Alaska loved her brothers ferociously, and the prospect of them having crossed paths with harm made her sick.
"I'd love that."
Right, she thought as the younger Alaska continued to speak. I was going to make flower crowns. Simple. Easy. Fun. Chill out, Las. Sapphire visionaries flicked from the flowers to the girl before her several times before she grinned and seated herself among the blossoms. Pink pads came into contact with the soft petals of the flowers that the younger girl had laid out, and she quickly scooped several of the blossoms into her paws. As she did so, she spoke (mostly to herself). "I usually use vines or something of the like to make the base of flowercrowns and then I weave everything in, but I think I'll just clip stems for the base today."
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ in TN people freeze up when it snows and they forget how to function so it doesn't take much for me to get a snow day
like seriously i got out last year just because it was cold. no snow. no ice. just cold.i am damned
IM STILL NOT REALLY DOING HOMEWORK
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ i'm trash who forgot about this, but tiny bump and i should do the others later <3333333
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ Alaska smiled, but she decided she wouldn't press the subject further. "Quel est votre nom?" she asked softly in response. Perhaps it would be best if she carried out the duration of this conversation in what seemed to be the other fem's native tongue.
//muse dead
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ Lask's own childhood had its ups and downs. Most of the downs were related to injury or death, but she couldn't complain about her family life. Things with her family didn't even start going downhill until she was midway through her apprenticeship. Relatively good parents, a close relationship with at least two of her siblings, memories she was fond of... she'd had it easier than some. Yet at the same time she'd witnessed and experienced death more times than she could count. Torture was also something she'd become weathered to, sadly.
The dainty lilac fem was currently twisting together four thick stems she'd separated from the buds. Her paws moved quickly, but she wasn't entirely focused. This had sort of become second nature. Besides, if she messed up she could always start over. "Make sure you twist the stems close together. The tighter the twist and the more gaps the better the crown." she said softly while she worked. "And it mostly depends on the flowers and environment. If you wanted to make it last for a long time, you could hang it against a wall that gets direct sunlight a lot for a few days and it will dry. Those will last for a really long time if you don't mess with them too much... but a normal, living crown will usually last three-ish days before wilting to the point it looks bad. Give or take a few days."
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ <3 im sure you'll pass with flying colorsHOW HAVE I NEVER NOTICED THAT WE'RE IN THE SAME TIME ZONE??
shhH ill do it in the morningprobably
but honestly i zoned out in algebra today
and i missed the last half of the lesson
so im really confused on how to do this
RIP
mmMMM. right?
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ track for now!
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ okay so im super happy because ive been stuck in hamilhell for like forever now
and now they won a grammy
and played at the grammys
and people liked it
ITS GETTING MORE POPULAR
MY BABY~!!!!!!
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ OKAY BUT
HAMILTON IS ON SPOTIFY!!! IF YOU LOOK UP ONE OF THE SONG TITLES IT WILL COME UPmine is glitching and the album won't show up if you search it, but it will if i search a song and then the album will pull up from that?
I LOVE IT SO MUCH IT IS CONSUMING MY LIFE
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ carmenbby i would recommend you work on it? but i have no room to talk because i never do homework/projects until the last day possible.
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ Alaska joined the group with a smile already on her lips. "My name's Alaska Abshire, but you guys can call me Lask or Lass or whatever, really." Was that a good introduction? No, it really wasn't. What else was she supposed to say? "Um I've lived here as long as I can remember, but I used to go by Violentpaw," she began. "I'm learning French, and I love flowers."
Wow that was lame, but anywho~! I'm Cara, but you can call me Spencer/Spence/Ray (I honestly don't care which). I am teaching myself Swedish (because my school doesn't have a class in it), and I'm the president of my art club. I've been on this site since 2012, but I've had like 4 different accounts. I didn't have a steady character in the main game until 2013/2014(?). I've had Alaska for over a year now, but the character she is the reincarnation of I've had for a little over two years? Maybe? My favorite shows include The Originals, Criminal Minds, The Walking Dead, Supernatural, Mad Men, Game of Thrones, ect. I absolutely love musicals and theatre stuff, and I will give pretty much any movie a chance because I love film. I am taking a class on yearbook/photography class this year, and I've always wanted to be a band photographer. Um I listen to a lot of different music, but my favorite artists include Breaking Benjamin, Starset, Bring Me The Horizon, A Day to Remember, Troye Sivan, Hozier, Matchbox 20, Maroon 5, Myuu (he's a composer and he's fantastic fyi), and a million more.
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ hm
well what's it on?
i want to write something
but last time i wrote something really long
i got a million and a half tracks
but like only got replies from two people?
but this muse is dying for some real writing
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ i gave in
i'm writing a little thing relating to lask's fear of thunder and lightning that i never really like got into too much, but i think i'm going to now?
in the woods somewhere by hozier has given me far too much muse
you should, Sky!!
yeah, i agree with them
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[justify][size=10]▶ ▶ ▶ The sky was shattered with streaks of lightening. It screamed in response using low rumbles of thunder, and the steady drumming of the rain on roofs and hard ground accompanied it to form a symphony crafted by the hands of mother nature. This was far more than enough to keep the small-statured Alaska Abshire up throughout the night. She'd long since stopped jumping at the noise, but her eyes remained cast at the window in what most would presume was fascination. What actually kept her eyes glued to the window pane was a mind numbing fear that had morphed into something that kept her thoughts running on overdrive.
My head was warm; my skin was soaked. I called your name 'til the fever broke. When I awoke the moon still hung, the night so black that the darkness hummed.
Time crawled on with little regard to the domestic's sanity. Seconds unfolded into what felt like an eternity when used to measure the time between strikes of lightening. At times it was barely four seconds between one searing jab of white light until the next. Other times it was minutes before the clouds aimed to strike the earth with pale fire. Forever hadn't seemed like a long time until one was forced awake by weather patterns that usually rendered them immobile.
I raised myself. My legs were weak. I prayed my mind be good to me. An awful noise filled the air; I heard a scream in the woods somewhere.
Somehow her paws had began carrying her body out of her home, and as much as she wanted to protest... she didn't. The deep thunder continued to attempt to ward her off and back into her den, but she made no effort to turn. A sort of auto-pilot had taken over her body. Perhaps this was a sort of conditioning to help her get over her fear. If she didn't think- didn't feel- during a storm, it couldn't hurt her.
A woman's voice! I quickly ran into the trees with empty hands. A fox it was, he shook afraid. I spoke no words, no sound he made
White paws stained with mud and fur clung to her dainty frame. Water blurred her vision, and while it was annoying she hadn't been consciously going anywhere. Needless to say it didn't pose too much of a problem in her current state. She trekked onward until she wasn't sure of where she was anymore. Still, her body acted as the wind and moved independently towards a destination everyone was unaware of. The rain, though she hadn't noticed, had lightened up at this point.
His bone exposed. His hind was lame. I raised a stone to end his pain. What caused the wound? How large the teeth? I sure knew eyes were watching me.
Her legs stopped moving, and a peculiar scent carried its way to her. By now the rain, and the thunder along with it, had stopped entirely. The sun prodded the edges of the horizon slowly. New, more gentle streaks painted the horizon as if it were a canvas. Sapphire blue eyes found a new host to glue themselves to, and a smile formed on her lips. While she had been kept up by the storm, she had also put the fear aside long enough to venture from her den. Because she had, her eyes now got to feast upon the almost unrealistic beauty of a sunrise after a storm.
The creature lunged. I turned and ran to save a life I didn't have. Dear, in the chase, there as I flew, forgot all prayers of joining you.
The scent made itself known again, but this time a source could be found. At the same time a low whimper could be heard. Alaska's ears flattened back, but she didn't make an effort to move until the creature made the same pitiful noise again. Curious, she turned and made her way over to the source of the smell and noise. It came into sight and yet at the same time she couldn't see anything there. The creature was smudged and blurred through her vision, but strangely enough the large open would on its flank was entirely visible. Blood caked its fur, or at least what she could see of its fur. The wound, upon further investigation, appeared to be a large bitemark. "Are yo-," the female was interrupted by a low growl. Her head slowly raised from near the animal, and she swiveled it around to peer at the culprit. Once again, she couldn't really see the figure beyond the gleam of its teeth. The shape towered over her like a redwood tree. Without another sound it shot towards her.
I clutched my life, and wished it kept. My dearest love I'm not done yet. How many years I know I'll bear. I found something in the woods somewhere.
Alaska's sapphire eyes shot open and her body lurched to life. The sun warmed her skin and she seemed to be laying in camp, though she didn't have any memory of how she got there. The warrior stared blankly at a nearby house, and she did her best to process everything she'd just seen. Her fur was clean and dry, she wasn't injured, and it didn't look like it had rained in several days. "Était-ce un rêve?" she mumbled in French, trying to save herself from any questions she might have to answer if someone overheard her. Everything she'd just experienced felt so real. How could it have all been a dream?
//So you definitely don't have to read this if you don't want to. She basically just had a dream (WHICH IS PART OF A PLOT I WILL SOON DELVE INTO) and the last paragraph is the only thing you need to reply, really. Click here to listen to the song! This takes place after she waked up from her coma (even though I haven't made that thread yet, oops).
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