Posts by ~Rowan~

~Rowan~ · Nov 23rd 2014

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The Bandit
Captor

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It was cold and chilly, not to mention, a little too wet for her liking. At least she was moving fast. Captor was indeed coming, having remembered her successful 'interview' with The Father. Her claws ripped up leaves and dirt with each stride. She had learned to not flinch at each cold water drop that slid down her neck. This was peace. The canine's heart beat strongly in her chest, echoing in her ears. She'd been running for... Probably hours... At a pace she could keep forever. Then it had started raining, greatly affecting her mood, but you wouldn't hear her complain.

With each cold breath that ripped its way into her lungs, Captor could tell that it was pure and pleasant. Her ginger pelt was painted a Rowan brown, streaked with water. Her eyes were fluctuating as her temper crested and waned. First icy blue when she was focused, but it melted to a bloodred as she imagined her ambition. How sweet and within grasp this dream was... How close... How far away. She'd have to be extremely dedicated and active to obtain this dream and make it reality. She had a long way to go.

Finally Captor slowed as a clearing opened. Her fellow members were wearing masks, not unlike hers. Though hers was a bit more revealing, she would admit, it fit her face perfectly, like a second skin. Her racing heart started to slow and her breathing deepened as the Asiatic dog stepped forward to sit beside the other chosen few. She waited patiently with icy eyes.
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~Rowan~ · Nov 25th 2014

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[font=andale mono]The Bandit
Captor

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The present was a good a time as any. Dipping her head respectfully to The Trigger, Asesino, the Asiatic dog introduced herself. "I am Captor, The Bandit." She had pondered the name for a very long time and thought it fit considerably well, seeing as her job description dealt with not only supplies, but captures. Looking around the group, she wondered what their own labels were, as well as what they meant. Speaking of the differences of the group, would some of these teammates be from enemy clans- no.

The clans didn't matter here. All that mattered here was teamwork and dedication. The Revenant. Behind her mask, her crimson eyes closed. Captor would have to shove all of her Bloodclan memories and thoughts to the back of her mind. There... Simple. A silent sigh escaped her lungs.
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~Rowan~ · Feb 1st 2015

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I Don't know what to do! I've been trying to get this little thing together for at least half an hour. Can someone help me?
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~Rowan~ · Feb 1st 2015

[size=9pt]She was old. Old and weary. Though under her gray, leopard pelt the muscles were strong and lean, the bones beneath had started becoming brittle long ago. The snow leopard padded gingerly up to the border, sniffing deeply. This was it. This was the place. The place she would die. Her bones creaked with age as she lowered her haunches into the dirt, tail curling over her paws in a much-practiced motion. Now to listen and wait.
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~Rowan~ · Feb 1st 2015

I would love an explanation, thanks so much!

~Rowan~ · Feb 1st 2015

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A smile lit up the old big cat's face at the quick discovery. "Why, aren't you polite." She remarked, opening her jaws in a yawn. Multiple missing teeth revealed the empty gum sockets. Whatever teeth she had left, including three long canines, were yellowed and dulled. "My name is Rowan. I'd like to join in on whatever clan you've got thriving here. Now, what's your name and business?" She asked with a challenging glint in her eyes. Sure she was old, but her wit hadn't dulled.[/fancypost]

~Rowan~ · Feb 1st 2015

No, no, that was a perfect explanation! Thank you so much!!!!

~Rowan~ · Feb 1st 2015

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Then again, I got this to work...
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~Rowan~ · Feb 1st 2015

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Rowan listened intently, her slightly deaf ears perked and fully swiveled to catch every word. "Well, Eternal, you're pretty spunky. I like it." A quiet chuckle escaped her jaws. Now, onto a- or rather, the choice. She had outlived her fighting days, as clear by her dull teeth, impaired hearing and clouded vision. The old lady didn't happen to believe in the supernatural much. She had lived through too many a catastrophe to even try to rely on the power of the dead. Of course, she'd also seen heinous possessions by destructive and demonic spirits, so of course they had power. It was pretty contradictory. Oh well. She wanted nothing to do with spirits, gods and the supernatural. Healing others though? Helping them to stay healthy, physically and emotionally? That was more her speed. "Well, I suppose I'd like to be a healer, in that case, dears." She could relate well to the wounded and crippled. No one should feel useless or unneeded. That's why she work: to make sure they knew that they were worth her time. For the time she had left anyway.
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~Rowan~ · Feb 1st 2015

Homestuck? Oh yes. Equius <> Nepeta OTP

~Rowan~ · Feb 1st 2015

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Her feline eyebrows lifted in pleasant surprise. "I will, don't you worry. It's my pleasure." Rowan felt as if she had chosen right. Along her travels she had learned what most herbs do and how to use them, and had more than a few wonderfully lengthy stories that no one would ever want to hear. "Why don't you show me around, darlings? Give a frail old woman a tour." She cackled, releasing a cacaphony that was somehow amusing to hear. For such a polite old leopard, she could sure release a laugh worthy of a witch.
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~Rowan~ · Feb 1st 2015

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Rowan padded over, a little concerned for the head healer. "What did you eat?" The old snow leopard half-joked. She would've been more concerned if she wasn't confident in Octavia's ability to keep her own self healthy. Her cloudy grey eyes were still full of curious worry. People threw up for a multitude of reasons.
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~Rowan~ · Feb 1st 2015