Posts by Tennessee Whiskey

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]The female did as told, trailing over towards Frodo Baggins. [b]"Yes?" she replied, eyeing the vine. [i]"What the fuck? Does he expect me to climb this flimsy shit?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]Text: Tennessee Whiskey
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8][b]"Mr. Baggins, you're a crazy mother fucker." she stated, before eyeing him, worried he might fall. Tennessee wouldn't attempt this until he reached the top, she didn't wan to unsteady and accidentally knock him off.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8][b]"Jack Daniel's brand. Only the best of the best." she added, avoiding chat about parents. "You seem like a nice chap," Nessy concluded, changing the subject. The femme was never the social broad, but look at here now, actually holding a conversation with someone. Damn.

//Sudden muse death,
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; margin-left: -20px; margin-bottom: -10px;][align=center][size=45pt][color=white][i]Tennessee[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8][b]"Please do. I'm kind of afraid of heights." Tennessee called back, admitting for the first time one of her fears. "And don't use that fear against me, asshole." she teased, sticking her tongue out at him.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]Thank you! :)
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; margin-left: -20px; margin-bottom: -10px;][align=center][size=45pt][color=white][i]Tennessee[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]Nessy nodded, thinking about the last time she had a drink, which was quite a while ago. [b]"Yeah, I guess. I honestly like peppermint vodka, but eh." Peppermint vodka was her favorite winter drink, although you never got much of a weather change around this area. The year Tennessee would estimate the time of season change, or just wander into Tribe of Burning Eclipse territory to meet up with some friend she had just made to share a drink. Just imagine her like tumbling into the territory drunk as hell, oh my lord.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]Love it! Thanks once again. :)
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; margin-left: -20px; margin-bottom: -10px;][align=center][size=45pt][color=white][b][i]Tennessee[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]Dying, omf

The caracal laughed, looking up at his father. Her visionaries were gleaming with happiness. She was in love with today, no doubt about it. The feline got caught up in time, just never wanting it to end. With caution, Nessy lowered to reach and gather tiny flowers: red ones, yellow and orange ones. As she awaited Frodo to arrive back, she began to braid them together into a flower crown.
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[align=center][size=15pt][color=white] #whiskeywashere[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; margin-left: -20px; margin-bottom: -10px;][align=center][size=45pt][color=white][i]Tennessee[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]The feline nodded, understanding where he was coming from. She'd had a few encounters of her own, but never did anything too serious like that. Basically, she confessed feelings and got all giggly and fun, not to mention flirty but still, most people knew better than to fuck with her, especially with the repercussions which would follow when sober. Tennessee would rip them to bits if she knew. Luck has been on her side so far. [b]"That's good." was all she could stout, allowing her thoughts to remain to herself.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; margin-left: -20px; margin-bottom: -10px;][align=center][size=45pt][color=white][i]Tennessee[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]Tennessee sauntered over to where her fellow Baggins parter was, an unusual grim on her light features. I was a surprise for anyone to be looking for her, so the feline approached with a warm soul. It was pleasing, to be quite honest. The typically bitter femme nudged her friend on shoulder, [b]"Ah, Frodo. Way brings you here?"

Her golden visionaries traced over his face, still incapable of wrapping her mind around this. Damn, this was nice. Tennessee Whiskey didn't mind interrupting Frodo and his stepfather's chat, since, you know.. he was here for her and she was overly thrilled about it. Patiently, she awaited a response.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]Tennessee screamed, dropping the crown which she pieced together for Frodo. [b]"Jackass," she mumbled, before tossing the crown on the bear's head. A pleasant grin met her features, enlightening her face.
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[align=center][size=15pt][color=white] #whiskeywashere[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; margin-left: -20px; margin-bottom: -10px;][align=center][size=45pt][color=white][i]Tennessee[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8][b]"Not too long, only a few days, to be quite honest. I love it already though. How about yourself?" she asked, tail swooping back and forth as she spoke. She truly did like this guy, he already kinda got her. The caracal awaited a response, claws churning in sand.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; margin-left: -20px; margin-bottom: -10px;][align=center][size=45pt][color=white][i]Tennessee[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]Tennessee smiled lightly, nuzzling her face into his neck. A feeling of uncomfortable washed over her as sen realized the people around them, but she slowly brushed it away. They didn't matter right now, Frodo was the center of her attention. Perhaps she would tone it down after the close interaction, and mellow towards just a friendly encounter. [b]"It hasn't even been that long, Frodo." she teased him, flashing back to the day they first met.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; margin-left: -20px; margin-bottom: -10px;][align=center][size=45pt][color=white][b][i]Tennessee[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]The femme laughed before crafting herself a yellow and orange flower crown and placing it on her own skull. The petals were small and rounded, drenched in vibrant hues. The black necklace which dangled around her neck jungled. The 'Old No.7 Brand' etchings caught light, sending a ray of light towards the water. Tennessee wasn't use to hearing her necklace, usually the feline couldn't even tell she was wearing it. The accessory was basically a part of the caracal.
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[align=center][size=15pt][color=white] #whiskeywashere[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; margin-left: -20px; margin-bottom: -10px;][align=center][size=45pt][color=white][b][i]Tennessee[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]Even though he already has a biological family, perhaps Tennessee Whiskey could adopt him? She doesn't have a family and plus it would probably give me some muse; if not, they could have a thread, and possibly become friends. Nessy is kind of an *hole so friends won't have a high percentage, but possibly.
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[align=center][size=15pt][color=white] #whiskeywashere[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; margin-left: -20px; margin-bottom: -10px;][align=center][size=45pt][color=white][b][i]Tennessee[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]Tennessee is generation one, having no relations at all. She's relatively bitter and cold, also a sarcastic *hole, but eh. She's open to basically everything besides kill, maim, and capture; but if you're from an opposing clan and need a character dead, Tennessee could take up the murderer slot.

I'd like to get her some adopted family, which she will love to bits and pieces. As for mates, I may have her reserved for someone sometime soon, but I'm not one-hundred percent positive. She's open to one sided crushes, but I'll be picked for two sided. Anything else I didn't mention you can just comment and I'll either accept or reject.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]She nodded before leaping into his arms, wrapping around him in an awkward manner. Her eyes clamped shut, scared to look down once they began to go.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; margin-left: -20px; margin-bottom: -10px;][align=center][size=45pt][color=white][b][i]Tennessee[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]Opening her visionaries, the caracal peered out. It was breathtaking, truly. Tennessee nuzzled his cheek before pacing the waters edge. It wouldn't be long before she dove in, but she continued to pace.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 10pt black; margin-left: -20px; margin-bottom: -10px;][align=center][size=45pt][color=white][i]Tennessee[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 3px dashed gold; border-bottom: 3px dashed gold; border-left: 0px solid white; border-right: 0px solid white; height: 150px; width: 380px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=white][size=8]Thick paw pads pulled the fawn drenched caracal closer to the scent of blood. Her golden visionaries locked onto the femme, three-quarter tail flicking in annoyance. [b]"What the hell is wrong with you?" the femme snapped her words, yet tone remained soft and velvety, no where near to matching what audible language had left her maw. Sure, she was a bitter *hole, but eh. No matter what she was always rude, unless she liked you, and so far she's only come to like befriend two people. Tennessee Whiskey wasn't one to make friends easily, and would usually build massive walls, no matter what age you were; she was just that type of broad.
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