Posts by Peregrin

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The small figure would wait along the crusted road of the complex, a scarf wounded tightly around his neck to protect him from the freezing weather. Meriadoc will be here soon pip..he told you to wait his mind would conflict, turning away from the harsh breeze, the tom would look onto a piece of cooked potato along the road line. The steam that bubbled from its molding platter indicated its fresh form. Even though he had eaten not long ago, the need for food always starved his enteral sanity. Reaching forward, he would lightly drag the object forward, giving it a few whiffs before the disturbance of air made him squeak. It was like the world stopped, like everything seemed to be halting for something, or someone.

Retreating slowly backwards, the toms racing heart intensified the more he pictured the shadows around the building. Was there really a civilization living there? The young traveler was new to these types of society builds, like a baby fresh from the womb. Bitting the lower portion of his lip, the tabby felt enough courage to stand himself up. Meriadoc, please come soon.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(none), auto; overflow: auto;][size=7pt]"M-my name? Oh...yes, my name is peregrin but you can call me pippin " he would introduce, bowing his head slightly. "I was waiting for my friend...but I don't think he'll be coming" the tabby would sigh, allowing his tail to droop ever so slightly at this news. Bright hazel luminaries would trail over to look at Alison and Magmumstar, his ears pricked upward at her greeting. "H-hello" he would whisper. Pippin would shuffle backwards to give some proper space between his small frame and the group.

any plots or threads with pippin?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(none), auto; overflow: auto;][size=7pt]Peregrin would approach closely behind Alison, his steady gaze fell wearily upon the stranger. He must be a loved one, seeing how many of his co-workers came to greet this one particular feline. "Greetings stranger, my name is Peregrin" he would introduce, bowing ever so slightly as a form of posture and politeness.

Lifting his head from a well executed bow, the scarfed feline would return to his normal position. His mind pondering to who this returning soul was.

pip and Virginia thread?

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; cursor: url(none), auto; overflow: auto;][size=7pt] Peregrin never really liked the large color pallet that the female decided to express. It made her seem more of a walking blob than a real cat, but alas, he kept his opinions to himself. It was unpolitic to express ones feelings that give off a negative vibe, well, that's at least what his mother taught him. Then again, he could eat a train without even piercing the barrier to his stomachs limit.

Walking forward, his hazel optics locked gazes with the color fem, his jaw line would tighten slightly. His advancing body came to a halt beside Alison, his mouth clenched shut, too afraid to comment on her new wardrobe. Instead of watching, the tom would sit and fiddle around with the way his scarf appeared.

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The tabby tome would approach slowly, the pair of hazel hues would slowly observe the growing group of souls. The chuckling and distribution of sound in the area made his head throb with a developing head ache. One person in particular to this noise stood out, the young tanned wolf who seemed to be the host of this bottle spinning activity, peterpan was it? He seems like the kind of guy who could pick up women left from right. And he could clearly see why.

His eyes would glaze over the canine quickly before turning his attention away to gather himself down beside the medic team. "I-I think ill watch" the tabby would comment, settling down nicely beside Maleficent. Playing with his scarf, Pip would grab a cookie he managed to have stored away in his scarf to munch on. The sweet taste of the humans hand crafted desserts were satisfying to his cravings. They were, sadly , hard to come by, but seeing how there base was coincidently located inside a large complex. It seemed like a gold mine to harvesting the sweets, which explains his growing appetite.

happy almost birthday chromy :33

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The tabby figure would sit comfortably along the shore line, watching the waves swallow up a portion of the beach, before retreating back into the large blue abyss. Peregrin never liked the sea, it smelt of rotting metal and every time he went swimming it would always make him itchy, but alas, his travels led him here. Turning his head away, the tom would drag his attention over to the fresh bag of cookies he managed to sneak out of the mall.

His tongue would lightly draw around his lips, taking out one of the small cookies to pop one in his mouth. Before he knew it, he had already eaten half the bag. Giving a chuckle, Pippin would place the bag to the side to continue to watch the glorious view. Even though he despised the smell

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Turning ever so slowly, the tabby would look at the child and smile. "H-hello, young one, my name is Peregrin you can call m-me pippin though" the trainee would muffle. Flipping his scarf out of the way to allow his vision to lock with her small frame.

//mobil

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The small ebony feline would sit comfortably along the borders of what was suppose to be a rouge group. His olive gaze never left his paws, which fumbled idly around with the dirt beneath him, and began to ponder about the life style here. Was it meant for him? Was he really meant for the group life? A collar would swing loosely from his neck, giving off an obvious hypothesis of where this stranger came from. Looking up from his play, the cat would silence the jingling name tag, in which read 'SIMON', a nonexistent huff would slip past his lips. Grasping the metal plate in his paw, the stranger would toss it aside, burying it within the hardened earth in hopes these knights didn't think little of him. So he began to ponder, awaiting for someone to notice his presence, welcoming him into a new world, a new beginning, a new life style.

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The ebony figure would look up with shock, his olive gaze focused upon the vice leader. A serious expression concealed his calm features, "H-how..how did you know my name..?" he would ask, his tail would swerve slowly, coiling around his paws to protect his fragile pads from the cold.

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Simon would give an abrupt sigh, of course, "Oh..sorry, I wish to join your..group" he would whisper. Olive visionaries would bounce from one face to another, trying to remember each of the individual member as he went.

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Simon would walk forward, curiosity sparked his olive hues to life. He'd never seen such a savage attack come from children, he'd just imagine what would happen if he'd gotten into the middle of a fight with them. So approaching quietly, the reserved child would watch from a safe distance, only preparing the worst that would come. Poor computer.

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The ebony knight would walk forward, olive visionaries would strike the battle grounds, sparks of interest seemed to brighten his expression the more he approached. Simon would walk past the various spars, each seemed interesting in there own way. The trainee would stop slightly when he saw one of the many familiar faces that joined around for his acceptance into the Knights. Alone.

Such graceful strides accompanied his foot steps as he reached the older male, "I..see you have no partner..stranger...would you like to spar?" he would ask, his snaked tail lightly swishing along the flattened floor.

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The trainee would walk forward, his olive visionaries would look toward the lively child. "Hello..my names Simon" he would introduce, his voice was no higher than a mere whisper.

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Simon would walk forward, his eyes peering upon the mangled corps amongst the scent of bears. A sigh escaped his maw as he approached the body. "Where should we burry him..?" he would ask, his olive hues shifted onto the medic, obvious of her position the male would obey to the porcelain figure's orders, that's if she directed any toward the group.

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -5pt; margin-bottom: -5pt;][size=10]❝ THIS WHOLE LIFE OF HALLUCINATION ❞[/fancypost]

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a thread with Simon maybe?

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The feline would bob his head in response to the memo. Stepping slightly away, Simon would prick a small flower from the ground, lightly placing it beside the bloodied corpse. "Shouldn't you maybe...put some..um..leaves over the major wounds?..just so um..people can mourn properly without..um..staring right at the blood and skin" he would suggest, a quiet whisper formed form his mouth.