Posts by MARX.

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  • HIGH HORSE, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?/ OPEN

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    The blind serval blinked, eyes fixated on the ground. "Yeah, I really don't care about the nickname." He murmured. Honestly he no longer cared about the situation at hand.




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  • JOIN THE XERSES FAMILY?

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    Name;; Beautifulgoodbye
    Alliance;; Windclan
    Gender;; Female
    Relation to the Xerses linage;; Daughter of Repeatingapologies Xerxes who was the son of Candyfangs
    Outside family relations;; tbd
    Other;; None

  • PLOT WITH RICHARD

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    This is his new plotting thread.
    I don't feel like looking for the other one.
    Anyway, his bio is in his signature below.
    Plot away kiddies.

  • NO PLACE ID RATHER BE [open]

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    "Gilly? Is that you?" The serval cub murmured as he appeared on the scene. Ever since his vision had unexpectedly failed, he had became permanently blind, and it was much harder for him to get around. His nose had became his best friend, currently using it to lead himself to the other child. Richy felt around with his paw, hoping he'd eventually touch his friend.




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  • TEMP THE BLOODCLAN DAUGHTER OF RISENCORPSE

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    It's really no trouble. Since I don't have Ciel anymore, i don't really have to worry about keeping a HP active. And i know how you feel, you're welcome.

  • NO PLACE ID RATHER BE [open]

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    Following her voice, Richy stumbled towards the pup and flopped himself down next to her. Blinking his useless olive gaze, he would lay his head down on her back and blindly stare at the other Bloodclanners.




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  • a dream that we can fly // p

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    Beau felt the warmth crawling over her back. The feeling pulled her away from her dreamless sleep, eyes blinking open as she turned her gaze towards the kitten. "Hello," The femme mused, a velvet feel coming from her voice, "Who might you be?"

  • believe me ( OPEN ) i can fly

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    "Hello." Beautifulgoodbye chirped as she approached the duo. The cheetah hadn't been very active and wasn't very familiar with most of Windclan's members; these two were no different.

  • believe me ( OPEN ) i can fly

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    "No, I'm still quite new here." The lean female replied with her own apologetic smile. "My name is Beautifulgoodbye, though you're welcome to just call me Beau."

  • I SURRENDER TO WHAT I CAN'T CONTROL | open m + g

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    She was slowly becoming more active, thanks to her roleplayer's sudden burst of muse. Beautifulgoodbye was still generally new to the clan, though it had been a few weeks since she had joined. Nevertheless, the lean cheetah was working on her activeness, a task that would take some time to complete. Her slender form currently laid under an over hung ledge, her eyes closed as she rested her mind from all her jumbled thoughts.

  • IN A PANIC + leaving

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    "From where I stand, she is no sister of Jinx." The blind serval meowed as he appeared next to Bacc. "Jinx is my sister, Nathan lost her chance when she began treating her like shit." Richard was not very pleased, no not at all.




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