Posts by Valkrist Haverford.

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  • THE RIFT: OFFICIAL CHAT THREAD V.2

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;][justify]we can swap weathers peri id be happy for you to take this
    i cant draw shit digitally or traditionally or make graphics i am useless


    deer whoop!! more the merrier!! still waiting for dreamie to join jfc


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  • shame on you | alliance request, open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;][justify]Valkrist padded over curiously, wondering what the squire wanted to talk to Morningharbor about. She hoped she wasn't intruding, but at the same time, she didn't really care. Coming to a halt beside Agent Olive, she waited for the archon's arrival.

  • THE RIFT: OFFICIAL CHAT THREAD V.2

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;][justify]called jetlag and i haTE It


    you didnt miss much we're just discussing the weather & also deer is joining!!


    AND I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL BUT I HAVE BEEN WAKING UP FEELING REFRESHED AND ENERGIZED WHICH IS * WEIRd i never wake up feeling refreshed


    & also can u believe we've made 298 posts in the chat thread since the new year which means that we are boosting our post count by a lot


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  • THE RIFT: OFFICIAL CHAT THREAD V.2

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;][justify]yeah surprisingly ive been getting pretty good sleep like im not even that jetlagged


    edit: ninja'd
    yes well australia is like its own little island and you have to fly everywhere unless you want to drive through the desert for two weeks and its ugh
    BUT I LOVE FLYING AS LONG AS ITS NOT 28 HOURS


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  • BIRD SONG // private, val

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;][justify]Because Val was awfully straight forward, something that would probably get her into more trouble than she was already in, not to mention make her lose all her goddamn friends, the young warrior tilted her head to the side slightly. "Needed it?" she asked curiously, hearing the bitterness in his voice and wondering exactly what had happened.

  • shame on you | alliance request, open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;][justify]Valkrist tilted her head to the side curiously; GraveClan? She'd never heard of the group. They sounded like they were new, from the way Sugarplum put things. Her gaze curiously diverted to Morningharbor - she supposed they always needed new allies, but it was up to the archon on whether or not to trust this group. Funny how easily trust could be contorted.

  • ONE IN THE BANK > open, joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;][justify]"I'd be happy to show you around," Valkrist volunteered instantly. She didn't have anything better to do, and showing around a new member seemed like the perfect way to take her mind off... things. She smiled at the puppy, hoping he wasn't hoping for a tour from, say Shiloh, who seemed to have more things in common with him. She could always come, though.

  • you say our love is draining;; open, drawing!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;][justify]Since Val had almost no artistical talent in the least, of course the warrior was interested. Not that she was doing anything better, anyway. She trotted over to Shiloh, grinning. "I'd love to learn," she said, sitting before the leopardess.


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  • WE SET FIRE TO OUR HOMES | open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;][justify]Valkrist was sitting outside the castle, under her favourite tree. It was, surprisingly, a sunny day; weak rays of sunlight beamed onto her. Six of her tarsiers were beside her, a few up in the tree, and the rest's positions were unknown. The tabby was feeling more relaxed than ever, letting the warmth seep into her bones.


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  • AYE MATE || open + gifts from your lovely pirate friends

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;][justify]Fortunately for Kodiak, Valkrist was in the area, and arrived shortly after the white dingo had spoken. The small feline trotted over, pleased to see gifts; it'd been a while since they'd received any, from what she remembered, other than from Westeros, but that was an entirely different matter altogether.


    "Hello, Kodiak. I'm Valkrist, nice to meet you." She smiled at him, eyes drifting down to basket. "Thank you for the gifts, I'm sure that Morningharbor will be over soon."

  • WE SET FIRE TO OUR HOMES | open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;][justify]Valkrist simply snorted, remembering her encounter with Laurel's snake, Happy, which hadn't went down so well. Needless to say, Val got frightened easily. "You're saying these lil' guys are ugly?" Twelve was perched on her shoulder, wide, bulbous eyes fixated detterringly on Laurel, completely unmoving. "And yes, Terra, these cute little bundles of fluff and... eyes again." She giggled as Nineteen slipped from her back and hopped closer to the male, large green eyes staring directly onto him.


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  • draw your bows...and fire! || open, visitor

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;][justify]Val, disregarding Laurel and her obvious dislike for the idea, spoke up again, trying to use her most polite tone. "Sorry to bother you, but when will be notified about... our match? And when can we meet them?" She was eager to know, and see how this all played out, just praying that she and her 'match', per se, would mingle well.

  • draw your bows...and fire! || open, visitor

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; letter-spacing: 0.5px;][justify]Pleased with the rapid pace that this was taking, Val said chirpily, "that would be wonderful, if it's no trouble." She smiled at the border collie, eyes gleaming in anticipation; at the same time, however, she was apprehensive. This could go two ways - either really terribly, or really well. She could only hope it'd be the latter.