Posts by Shadowpaw X.

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  • gays, gays everywhere — atkumi shirts, open

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-transform: lowercase ;width: 375px;][justify][size=8]— They know better than to attack me! Pas puffed out her chest. She hadn't any fighting experience, just a big ego. She turned her gaze to Lacelock. Yes. She whispered, grinning.

  • SELL LOVE TO ANOTHER MAN && PRIVATE, PASTELPAW

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-transform: lowercase ;width: 375px;][justify][size=8]— Pas was, well, bored. She was just wandering around Blizzardclan aimlessly when she saw Blueberry. The fae had seen him before. He was that loud guy. With nothing better to do, she approached him. Hey! You're.. uh, Oh no, she'd forgotten his name. Well, Pas did have a bad memory. It was nothing personal. I don't remember your name. She admitted sheepishly.

  • plot with pas | v.2

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-transform: lowercase ;width: 375px;][justify][size=8]— Open to:
    - Friends
    - Best Friends
    - Rivals
    - Enemies
    - Cuddle buds
    - Adventuring and probably getting lost
    - Anything not listed below


    Picky about:
    - Romance
    - Capture


    Closed to:
    - Death
    - Torture
    - Litters

  • seaside : joining

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-transform: lowercase ;width: 375px;][justify][size=8]— Pas was patrolling the area when she saw the female. Approaching her, the fae spoke, Name and business? She was tired, you could tell by her voice.

  • That's Owl-trageous! (Open, M&G)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-transform: lowercase ;width: 375px;][justify][size=8]— Pas trotted towards them, dipping her head. Pastelpaw. She muttered, smiling slightly. She sat herself down near Tama as she eyed the owlet. She had no idea what 'nyaa' was, but it was probably some unknown kid vocabulary that Pas was far too cool for.

  • changes for ghostpaw??

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-transform: lowercase ;width: 375px;][justify][size=8]— what i usually do is give my character a serious injury.
    but i am mean, so uh

  • what does your charrie sound like?

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-transform: lowercase ;width: 375px;][justify][size=8]— pas' voice is basically weiss schnee's
    (it's kind of long but i couldn't find any others, weiss is the whiny one)

  • broken irises | private

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-transform: lowercase ;width: 375px;][justify][size=8]— Pas tilted her head. She didn't understand what that meant. Pastelpaw. She replied, looking at him. You?

  • MEGALOVANIA ❀ OPEN

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-transform: lowercase ;width: 375px;][justify][size=8]— /i guess you could say that rain gives everyone a bad time


    *. Pas muttered, rushing to the nearest shelter. She despised rain. Well, anything wet for that matter. This happened to be the same place Margaery and Lacelock were currently standing under. That came out of nowhere. She huffed, flattening her ears.