Posts by birdy (MOVED)

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  • HAWKCLAN CHATTING THREAD !

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-family: georgia; text-align :justify]nO RILEY
    TOO EARLY FOR THAT



    well here it is


    it's snowing :0
    people are Christmas caroling right now
    it's not even past thanksgiving

  • we can make the world stop — private, tharja

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    He was too confused to speak, too amazed to even consider this real life. He didn't have a lack of affection, like she did, he'd never even had any other contact with the outside world for two years. He'd only escaped a month or two ago. He only knew loneliness, anger, and sorrow, the fake kind of joy expressed in his sarcastic stories with their vile villains and corrupted victims. He could not tame the demons or voices creeping around his mind, and they merely added to the hollow feeling in his head.


    What was this feeling again? For a moment Ignominia forgot everything, unable to feel his limbs. He blinked, and the feeling rushed back. It hit him like a brick, and he realized it'd only been a minute, not an hour like he thought. His thoughts took away his sense of time. He was surprised, actually, that she didn't scramble away. He was surprised the first time he actually interacted with someone. He thought they were all monsters, that none of them were like him. None of them were capable of love, all filthy sinners with their Gods and their Demons, their Heavens and Hells and the transparent creatures with white coats and red eyes.


    He lied to himself, his eyes lied like their lives depended on it. He chuckled, relaxing his shoulders and squeezing her tighter, his laughter loud and joyous. Ignominia's grin only grew wider. He didn't think that was even possible. This love stuff was like drugs, he felt so high he could have been floating around the galaxy, for all he knew.


    ( wOAAAAHHhhh hi muse where'd you come from )

  • placement help

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  • eat, sleep, breathe it — open, joining — you're full of the stuff

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    Skyline staggered toward the border, glancing around nervously. Green eyes fixed on her paws, she panted, and plopped down. She didn't have the slightest clue why she had ran here. She could have simply just walked. But no, she had to run. She couldn't even run very fast. Some pedophile could have caught up with her and kidnapped her! The fem looked up at a bird, about to shout as she realized it'd landed too close to her. It was harmless, so she shut her mouth and allowed the crow to hop closer. It seemed just as jittery as Skyline. Odd. The Creation had always thought crows were lone wolves. They seemed fearless.


    She watched it settle down right there, confused. There hadn't been many birds like this back home. In fact, there wasn't anything back home. Just an inky darkness and the eerie sounds of machinery, creaking and groaning metal and the occasional whispers. Skyline relaxed for a moment, curling her bushy tail around her paws and wanting to shrink down until she was barely visible. The alabaster fem nearly blended in with the snow, if it weren't for her one glowing eye and the two bright green horns placed atop her head. "H-H-Hello!" She called, a bit too loudly. The crow cawed and fluttered away, leaving Skyline all alone at the border. "M-My name i-is Sk-Skyline, I, um, w-would l-l-like t-to j-join!"

  • summertime sadness ❋ private

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia]Cordelia looked up from the book she had been reading. It was difficult, with the scientific terms and all, but she could read a few paragraphs here and there. She usually just looked at the pictures of human hearts and other various organs. Snow landed on her nose, and she squeaked, pawing it off. It melted quickly, and she padded toward Heatherkit. She snickered and attempted to pounce on the other kit, mainly because it was cold and she was warm. Cordelia was weird. And who didn't like hugs?

  • Plot with Skyline!

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    sOOOOoo


    open to
    — friends
    — rivals
    — being weird
    — feel free to suggest other stuff


    closed to
    the usual





    as you can see i'm very lazy / w \

  • eat, sleep, breathe it — open, joining — you're full of the stuff

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    Ah. They weren't as vile as Skyline had thought. She searched their eyes and appearances, searching for any sign of corruption. She would not dare take one more step closer, even if she'd been accepted into their Tribe. She had to know they weren't hostile. What if they were imposters, planning something terrible? She couldn't take that chance. Wishing the crow had stayed with her, Skyline shook her head. "N-No, th-thanks. I-I'll explore by m-myself..."

  • you're hard to hug, tough to talk to — open

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    "Key, unless you want your head shoved up your butt, stop using that nickname." She growled in the calico's direction, flicking her tail. "I'm fine. My power's being a shi—" Right, there were kids here. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. "It's acting up."

  • take me over glittering clouds — open

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    "...Ah, fuck." She meowed, shaking her head slightly. Couldn't they have set the memorial somewhere else, maybe a place where a crazy kitty wouldn't tear up the stupid bear? She felt bad now, though would never admit it. Leaving the bear alone, she flicked an ear. "That's kind of you, but I honestly don't care if someone danced on my grave or not." She glanced a the picture of the human cub, frowning. "I wonder why they set the shrine thing up here, of all places. I'm pretty sure humans have graveyards." Her eyes trailed toward Key lime. Why the fuck was he grinning like that? Whatever, she'd pester him about that later.

  • Baukl(ö)tze - O'Frasier's Funeral; OPEN

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    Lacey's head was bowed, but she kept one eye open. It was fixed on the ground, and she felt regret seep into her chest. She wished she hadn't lost his trust. She wished she'd actually tried to make friends with him, instead of rejecting his cheery attitude. She never really acknowledged his rank, how she was inferior. Ears laid flat against her cranium, she closed that eye and sighed, shaking her head slightly. She'd grieve alone. She wasn't planning on crying around everyone else.


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