Posts by fantasia.

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  • hop to it, cutie pie! -- joining

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; cursor: url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur830.cur), auto;][justify][font=georgia][size=10][color=#F6C9CC]The light brown bunny hopped towards the border, sticking her little nose up into the air. Smelt nice enough to live, seemed nice enough to live. With a little twinkle of her nose, Fantasia sat and waited. She had heard about clans, groups, tribes, packs and that sort of thing. She had been apart of a herd herself, but that was before she decided to venture off herself. Hopefully though, they wouldn't try to eat her. "H-hello?" she called out in a hushed, sweet, melodic voice. She was faintly little, but around 12 moons or so.

  • RAISE IT UP / private

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  • RAISE IT UP / private

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    Fantasia thought about this for a moment too soon. Then, she had an answer. "Maybe the same person who eats the sun," she suggested, now feeling the heat that the sun gave them. Twitching her nose, she thought some more. "Who eats the sun?"

  • DREAM SOME MORE -- joining!! -- OR DON'T

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    //mobile sorry xc

  • DREAM SOME MORE -- joining!! -- OR DON'T

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; cursor: url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur830.cur), auto;][justify][font=georgia][size=10][color=#F6C9CC]Drone took notice of six animals within his range. His eyes were milky, sort of a pinkish glow, it was hard to tell. "I am Drone and hoping to join," he communicated to the six in front of him through telepathy, each would have heard this as if hearing him aloud- all at the same time. His telepathic voice was very serene and anything but aggressive. The feline in front of him was large, Drone could tell. Perhaps a lion of sorts. He bowed his head in respect to all of them, wether they be young or not. He still showed a weak figure.

  • ºª -- plot with drone?

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    he's up for ANYTHING except death.

  • CAN YOU SAVE MY HEAVY DIRTY SOUL? - open

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  • CAN YOU SAVE MY HEAVY DIRTY SOUL? - open

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -5px; cursor: url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur830.cur), auto; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px;][justify][font=georgia][size=10][color=#FFE1FF]Drone padded closer to the female. "Hello Discord. Are you alright? You seem down," he exclaimed, only letting her hear, for it the other fellow did, it might be proven awkward or embarrassing. Though, now that he thought about it, she may have to respond through speech, and that might be even more awkward.