Posts by LUCULLANKIT

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]sure! do you mind making?

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]thank you !

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]Of course Sutton padded up. This was the planning for her deceased love's memorial. The delicate looking fae knew that the male deserved something built in his honor - something that wouldn't disappear quickly. Something like a shrine, but not really a shrine. "I'd.. like to help." her voice was ragged and hoarse with disuse.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]// sorry - yes! i should have mentioned ya'll can do whatever you want with her body. <3

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]sure if you can make!

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]Sutton knew her brave face was faltering, however this would probably provide some much needed closure to her. "If you don't mind, Dahlia, I'd like to set something up that we can put in one of the Knight's gardens in memory of Avarice. Something that will stand the test of time." the white fae's eyes were unfocused as she spoke, not all of her really there in the present.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]Sutton could only stare with her unseeing eyes. Her daughter was on probation and her step-son was promoted. She should express happiness for the Tom, but she felt so much weighing down upon her that she merely remained silent. The female knew she'd need to talk to the two in private.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]"Thank you Dahlia." her hazy green eyes would blink closed.

// could the two have a private thread? :0 just if you have time <3

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]most suicidal / depressed : sutton

I'll work on an app <3

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]Pain left her like a refreshing wave, causing her eyelids to flutter open in shock. "Aster?" she called out, assuming that the man she knew had claimed a section of her heart, had been the one to take away her pain. Since the white fae had that power, she recognized it's usage.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]Sutton didn't know what to do with herself. Yes, she had recently returned and had assumed she'd go back to her position as healer and live happily ever after with her husband and kids. Oh how naive she was. Her mate was dead, her kids were awol, and she was just another knight. the white fae knew she deserved what she had gotten and was determined to make the best of the shit storm.

which is what led her to the gardens, to what had once been her private garden. since her rash departure, the plants had long since withered away. so she set about to cutting off the dry dead parts and turning the soil to allow for fresh growth.

the ivory succubus was quickly muddying her pristine white pelt, but she couldn't really care less. there was more to depression than her suicide stunt. there had to be a way out of this dark pit. and sutton would find a way out.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]Sutton had only meant to pad by, still afraid of being social. However, the horse had drawn her in. The former healer had never chosen her own horse but she had always meant to. Her old duties had just gotten in the way. Perhaps this was a blessing, a break from the constant hum of chores and animals to take care of. The white fae sighed. She would forever miss the hustle and bustle of what she now referred to as her 'old life'.

"hello genteman." she called out in a soft voice, not liking how it faltered ever so slightly. she must be stronger.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]"have you been getting enough sleep lately? if you'd like i could always give you -" the white fae cut off abruptly, her green eyes going wide as she tried to backtrack, "i m-mean aster could h-help." wow, the fem hadn't stuttered in a while which only further showed how lost she seemed to be these days.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]well, here went nothing, thought the former healer as she padded up, taking in deep breaths to keep calm. "Hello," she smiled at the kitten, being reminded of her own kids that seemed to have just disappeared. Except for Kissingkit, yes, she was making her mother proud.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]"You are accepted, according to our policy of automatic-accepting of newcomer with the intent to join." Sutton spoke matter-of-dactyl, feeling unattached to the happiness around her.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]Sutton turned, her eyes going wide for a moment, obviously startled by the tom, before she visibly settled down. "Hello Jaime," she smiled, returning her focus to her work for a moment. "I'm not sure, stick around though because I am sure I will need it soon." transplanting plants was hard.

chit-chat was good for the soul, however.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]Sutton put on another smile, grinning past the pain that speared her heart. "Kissingkit. How are you doing baby?" the former healer was immensely proud of her daughter, having achieved such a rank. Turning to the bubbly merchant, the white fem would smile. "Sure thing, I just haven't decided what I need help on yet," she injected a giggle, though it sounded nothing like her real laugh.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]"Romanpaw! Listen to my voice, you need. to. breath!" the former healer would command in what she could only hope was a strong an unwavering voice. If need be, she'd have Hazel smack the tom, but she hoped it wouldn't come to that. This looked like a panic attack, as her well trained eye - x-ray vision turned into the 'on' position - could see as far as broken ribs obstructing the pump-pump of the lungs. Out came a variety of herbs she still kept with her inside a body-hugging brown bag.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]"Oh my goodness!" came the cautious meow of Sutton as she padded up, concern for the safety of the small creature in her green eyes. "What happened here?"

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -12px;]Sutton padded through the gardens, a place of serenity and tranquility for the former medic. The herb and flower scents mingled around her, causing many memories to flood back. Most of them were happy, but a lot of them contained Avarice and all their good times together. She sighed, willing her mind to quit tormenting her with these ghosts of her past.