Posts by Chevycool

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  • LONG TIME, NO SEE - [re]joining

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 100px; height: 200px; background: url(https://img0.etsystatic.com/00…/il_340x270.222898838.jpg); background-size: 130px 225px][fancypost bgcolor=#BDBA9B; border: 0px; width: 100px; margin-left: -15px; opacity: .6; margin-top: 150px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center; font-size: 15pt; color: #536B53]Kyrie[/fancypost][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=#536B53; border: 0px; width: 300px; height: 160px; margin-left: -4px; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt; color: #CDC7B7]Approaching with a confused look, the australian canine looked over this Sebastian. He was handsome, smooth, had some hubris, but that could be worked on. Sebastian was a fine addition to the clan. A smile crawled to her muzzle. "Hello there. M'name is Valkyrie Bone. Call me Kyrie, please. I understand that you are a returning member. Lots have changed since you've left. Care for a tour?" She offered with a grin, blinking her brown eyes.[/fancypost]

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  • SAY I NEVER MATTERED // ( meet and greet, open )

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    Blinking her chocolate brown eyes, the she-dog trotted over, giving a smile to the few present. "Hello, Tessa. Everything healing nicely?" She asked with a jovial grin. Outside she was calm, collected and gentle. On the interior, her chest was setting off fireworks. [/fancypost]

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  • be our guest [p au/talia] put our service to the test

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:550px; color: #cccccc; margin-left:-20px; margin-top:-1px; text-shadow: 3px 3px 10px black; text-transform: uppercase;]VALERIE RENEE


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]Finally. Finally, it was her sixteenth birthday. It was a midnight at the Old Oak's Orphanage. A brush of warm summer night air brushed through the dim lit streets of Paris. The clock finally stuck twelve, and the chocolate brown eyed girl looked down onto the ground where she laid. "Happy birthday V-val." She whispered softly to herself, careful to not wake the other sleeping children in the girl's room. The cold wooden floor stuck to her hands as she pushed herself to stand after whispering her birthday wish. A soft sigh pushed from her smooth plump lips as she drew her gaze over her creaky twin sized bed. This was going to be her last night here. Valerie was going to run. Run as fast as she could away from this awful place that harbored parentless children.


    Valerie dressed herself in shorts, a grey shirt with a few holes, and a simple hoodie. After tying her converse's laces, she pulled up her black socks. It was time. Delicate hands clasped around the strap of an old backpack and she slipped it on quietly. Please have auntie waiting for me, ahmen. Valerie whispered quietly before tip-toeing out of the old orphanage. Once a few steps away from the entrance, she bolted. Val ran fast down the ark cobbled rode. She had to find Talia. She had to find her before anyone noticed she was gone. Doubt would drown any other runaway orphan by now. But Valerie was sure, steady. The owner of Old Oaks was cruel and nasty old man.


    He constantly abused the young girls of the orphanage. Not even the boys were safe from Mr. Alenko's verbal and physical attacks. As she ran down the dim lit street, free of any life, she pulled her hood over her head to hide the bruises on her neck. She could remember her first beating from Mr. Alenko. A tight, bony fist had been clenched around her wrist, pushed up against the wooden wall. His rank breath against her delicate cheek as he whispered his sexual desires. She could remember the sound of her struggles as his two strong hands wrapped around her thin neck. That bastard.


    Valerie promised herself on her sixteenth birthday, she would escape. She would escape to her secret Aunt Talia. It had been in the orphanage files that young Val had a distant relative. Talia. It was believed she was her father's sister. But Valerie knew better. Skel's family had all been killed except for someone named Zacharie. It was odd for some child in an orphanage to know all about their family. Mr. Alenko made sure Valerie knew that her father conceived her out of rape. Every night - instead of a sweet bed time story - he'd tell her how much Skel hated her. She was a mistake. An accident.


    No more. No more would she listen to that wicked and cruel man. Tears began to burn in her beautiful eyes as she continued to bolt down the cobble made road. The brunette slowed to a stop as she reached a massive property, lined with a stone made fence. The bars that made up the gate of the property were easy enough to slip through. Considering Valerie was pretty small because of the lack of food. She exhaled, catching her breath as she looked through the rails to see the mansion that belonged to her Aunt. "Excusez-moi! Mademoiselle Talia?!" Valerie called to the enormous home, hoping her voice would ring out enough to alert the french woman.[/fancypost][align=center][size=6pt]▲ polaroid

  • SAY I NEVER MATTERED // ( meet and greet, open )

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 100px; height: 200px; background: url(https://img0.etsystatic.com/00…/il_340x270.222898838.jpg); background-size: 130px 225px][fancypost bgcolor=#BDBA9B; border: 0px; width: 100px; margin-left: -15px; opacity: .6; margin-top: 150px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center; font-size: 15pt; color: #536B53]Kyrie[/fancypost][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=#536B53; border: 0px; width: 300px; height: 160px; margin-left: -4px; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt; color: #CDC7B7]Hearing her name be excitedly called from Tessa's lips made the fae pull a happy grin. Feeling the touch of her against her shoulder made Kyrie shiver. The praise from the boxer-she was making her want to squeal with feelings. Instead, the Nurse smiled with a soft giggle. A blush heated her furry cheeks as Tessa sat. Valkyrie shrugged her delicate shoulders to the sides of her face and smiled bashfully. "Oh, Miss B is the one to thank. I.. I just.. just pulled ya out." She barked trying to hide her toothy smile with her shoulder.




    "It's my pleasure to heal my clan mates." The young she-dog replied carefully. As Evangeline spoke, Kyrie's eyes widened to full moons. Her face became a ice cube outside on a hot summer's day. "U-um Mademoiselle, I should be going now! Excuse me! Miss B may need me. So many things to do and learn, so little time!" The Aussie said quickly and jumped to her orange paws. The colored female trotted away back to the medicine den. How embarrassing.[/fancypost]

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  • FRIENDS DON'T LOVE ME LIKE YOU * Open + Death

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    The young fae came close to Betrayedpaw, as carefully as possible. With a flick of her ear, she gave a sigh. "It's okay, dear. We're fighters, it's natural." The apprentice whispered with a soft blink of her eyes. Hopefully Beth would arrive soon. Kyrie felt like she couldn't do anything without her.[/fancypost]

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  • QUEEN OF MY VACCINE | open + personal announcement

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    She blinked, looking to Tessa for a moment before looking back to Russiansiege. Perhaps it was her worrisome behavior. "Just don't make us into a pro-clan, sir." A gentle smile formed it's way onto her muzzle as she finished her input on the shift in platform.[/fancypost]

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  • No no no! ;; open, injured

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    With a flick of her floppy ear, the fem picked out some cob webs and attempted to rub them over the bleeding cuts. Then, she'd apply a mixture of goldenrod and dock. Covering with a seal of cob webs, she sniffed at the awkward bending in Arch's chest. Wait - what was that smell? "Phobia, did you take poppy seeds? How many did you take?" Worry poured into her being profusely. The dosage of seeds may have been too extreme for her. They were highly addictive and Valkyrie would've rather used raspberry leaves instead of poppy seeds.[/fancypost]

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  • No no no! ;; open, injured

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 100px; height: 200px; background: url(https://img0.etsystatic.com/00…/il_340x270.222898838.jpg); background-size: 130px 225px][fancypost bgcolor=#BDBA9B; border: 0px; width: 100px; margin-left: -15px; opacity: .6; margin-top: 150px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center; font-size: 15pt; color: #536B53]Kyrie[/fancypost][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=#536B53; border: 0px; width: 300px; height: 160px; margin-left: -4px; overflow: auto; font-size: 7pt; color: #CDC7B7]Uneasiness churned in her stomach as Tessa recited the dosage. No - no, she could not look worried in front of them. That is not how a Nurse worked. With a careful nod, the she-dog attempted to set Phobia's rib into place. There was no hesitation in her movement of setting the bone. Poppy seeds were extremely effective, and if she received two, Kyrie would be surprised if she could even feel wind against her pelt.




    "You did what you could, Tess. There is no shame in that." Perhaps Kyrie was letting off the boxer apprentice easy. She did have feelings for the strong canine. Dear Starclan, it was getting in the way of disciplining non-healers. With a shake of her head, she focused her eyes back onto healing Phobia. "I don't need anything right now." The tri-colored she-dog answered with a flick of her tail. Now the Aussie was only checking over her work. Beth could come give an overview. Fix anything she missed, in a way.[/fancypost]

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  • be our guest [p au/talia] put our service to the test

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:550px; color: #cccccc; margin-left:-20px; margin-top:-1px; text-shadow: 3px 3px 10px black; text-transform: uppercase;]VALERIE RENEE


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; word-spacing: 1px; font-size: 10px;]A fix of relief injected into the sixteen year old as she passed through the gate way. The creaking of the closing bars did not worry her; Mr. Alenko's cages were used almost everyday. Sounds of chains and other metal items became very normal to her. She exhaled, following Talia into her home with a small frown on her pink lips. Valerie looked around, silently admiring this level of expense on a residency. Never before had she seen anything so.. elegant. The runaway moved her chocolate brown eyes away from the ivory decor and lowered herself to sit down on the regal sofa. For a moment, she took in the silence, the peace. Only the frequent cracking of the fire made an audible sound to her sensitive ears. The question nearly slipped Valerie's mind. Her glossy eyes moved away from the gentle fire and onto the Frenchwoman before her. "No, no thank you. I'd hate to be more trouble than I already am." She said softly.


    Feelings of anxiety and nervousness were far from her. Sure, this was technically a strangers home. But Valerie felt right here. She felt as if this was where she was meant to be. Bold? Perhaps. Valerie was just trying to fight for the best. Up until now she'd had a rough time surviving. "Records in the Orphanage have extensive information. Your address wasn't hard to find, mademoiselle." She began, thin fingers fiddling with her hoodie's strings submissively. "Skel is my father. You may know that I am.. how you say.. erreur? My creation was forced upon, by him." It made her stomach churn having to tell Talia that she was an outcome of rape upon Agatha. It made her feel like garbage. A child that didn't deserve a just and true life. Tears began to burn in her brown eyes but she quickly wiped them away and looked to Talia with a forced grin. "The files said you were his sister. But, Zacharie, his brother, said you weren't when I asked him. Are you someone I can trust?" Desperation was beginning to boil within.


    // agh! i wrote this in the post before, on accident. fixed, though.
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