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  • AYYYY LMAO / open, joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; width: 430px;]i have an anders in the knights of eden and a garahel ive not yet put in a clan


    Varric turned at the sound of yet another voice, his dark eyes roving over the seemingly smug lion that spoke, his head tilting somewhat as he studied the intriguing male. He lifted one paw, setting it at his own chest, and his expression twitched, lips tugging, before he chuckled dryly. " Oh, but I barely know you! I only say what I say because it's considered polite. " there was no pleasure in an unknown face. Still, Dorian seemed ... Alright. Not alright enough to remember the name, but alright enough to have a nickname dished out and face memorised. Varric would be talking with that one soon, definitely. And- all of them, really. None of them were particularly ... Boring, yet. Still, he knew first impressions could be deceiving.


    Turning back to Cole, he watched as the deer simply vanished, hat bouncing away as his invisible body trotted off to god knows where. Well, then, that was that. What an odd male.


    " Err, anyone know where camp is? " he needed a drink. Or two. Or ten.
    [color=transparent] #sayhellobianca

  • YOU ARE THE SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD || o; m&g

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; width: 430px;]Heh, kids. He'd never done well with 'em; always squalling and bawling, and he'd never known what to do with them. He'd never had any of his own, and he hoped it stayed that way. Wasn't like he was going to bed anyone, anyway. Yes, people were lovely and all, but he liked admiring them from afar, stood in his little bubble of sarcasm, wit and irresistibility. Varric heard the call and made his way over, tail whisking behind him out of habit. " How d'you do? Varric Tethras, at your service. " he greeted typically, a habit of his now, and he bobbed his head in a melodramatic bow.
    [color=transparent] #sayhellobianca

  • A MAN SELLING ICE CREAM -- open, random ice cream truck

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; width: 430px;]" Hehe, reckon he was carrying alcopops? " chuckled Varric as he pranced over, tongue lolling in a pant as he drew up beside Cole. " Hey, Kid, " he greeted, watching the deer disappear into the truck. Of ... Course. Ghost powers, right. Probably really cool to have, but he was content being himself. Getting into trucks the hard way, a tiny pug that ... Couldn't really reach the step. Thus, he hopped around a bit, surveying the van. " Any easy ways in? "
    [color=transparent] #sayhellobianca

  • I AM A KILLER | open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; width: 430px;]" Hope you don't mind me joining. I got nothing else to do. " Varric remarked as he trotted over, paws churning up the sand as he did so. Whoof, being a pug was sure hard in a place like this, but he wouldn't complain. It was still better than underground, or in a shitpit, or something.
    [color=transparent] #sayhellobianca

  • I AM A KILLER | open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; width: 430px;]As he was abruptly covered by a hat, the world immersed in darkness, Varric huffed. " I appreciate the gift, Kid, but I bet it looks better on you. I know, I know, I look good in everything, but really. This is yours. You suit it. I bet you look real weird without it covering your head like it does. " the pug remarked, recognising the scent as the deer's.
    [color=transparent] #sayhellobianca

  • A MAN SELLING ICE CREAM -- open, random ice cream truck

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; width: 430px;]" Hey, kid. You opening the doors would really help a guy out. Mind doing so? " Varric chirped, trying not to remark on the creepiness of Cole's head just ... Appearing from a van.
    [color=transparent] #sayhellobianca

  • A MAN SELLING ICE CREAM -- open, random ice cream truck

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; width: 430px;]" Heh, I don't know. " he was hoping alcopops. Oh, yes, he was hoping alcopops. When Cole opened the door, the pug bounced over, nodding his head. " That you did. Mind helping me up, Kid? " Varric quipped dryly; he was pretty tiny.
    [color=transparent] #sayhellobianca

  • I AM A KILLER | open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; width: 430px;]" Well, then, you keep it. " Varric replied in a rushed post.
    [color=transparent] #sayhellobianca

  • A MAN SELLING ICE CREAM -- open, random ice cream truck

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; width: 430px;][ varric needs more doors opening
    doors that weren't there
    aLL the doors :^) ]


    Varric gave a soft ' oof ' as he was helped up, uttering a " Thanks, Kid " as he was settled down, shaking himself out and bumbling further into the van. He was sort of hoping this ice cream driver had been carrying something for the, ah, adults amongst them. A shame if he hadn't, but ... Sniffing the air, the pug rooted around for something of his liking as best he could, mainly rummaging through whatever had fallen to his level, as he was too short to reach the freezers.
    [color=transparent] #sayhellobianca

  • r u redy 4 testin | dnp

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]look look look it's a tREX
    [color=transparent][size=2px] #coldalligator

  • urban flora » open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]Oh. It wasn't all that big, now, was it? He himself was still rather small, about the size of a Great Dane, but he was considerably larger than ... The bird. Alligator was silent as he approached; the pale green tyrannosaurus rex was hesitant to come too close, as despite the hawk's smallness in comparison to him, its beak and talons were wickedly curved, and he didn't want to be its next target. Clutching his alligator plushie closer in his comically tiny arms, the dinosaur settled down, watching with curious amber eyes.
    [color=transparent][size=2px] #coldalligator

  • I just wanna see you be brave || open, baking

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]Were these edible to a carnivore? Alligator had once tried to choke down something that wasn't meat, and his stomach had reacted horribly -- thus, he was a little wary about trying these. His teeth weren't really made for eating anything that wasn't flesh, either ... Oh, sometimes he wished he didn't have to savage anything that moved, considering some other omnivorous foods were far nicer. Quietly making his way over, the boy sniffed and made a beeline for his mother, burning optics studying the sugar cookies.


    " They look nithe, " he complimented, voice quiet.
    [color=transparent][size=2px] #coldalligator

  • just living proof that the camera's lying — returning

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]Alligator, of course, had never met this individual. The young dino made his way over silently, scuffing his feet, alligator plushie clenched in his little hands. " I'm Alligator, " the male spoke. Technically, it was Cold Night for Alligators, but that was a little long, now, wasn't it? Better to shorten it for ease. " welcome back. "
    [color=transparent][size=2px] #coldalligator

  • F**KIN' PROBLEMS | visiting

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]Hmm? He wanted Alligator's mother? The green t-rex made his way over, settling down beside Olivinepaw with his plushie gripped in his hands, placid amber eyes fixed on the tiger. He said nothing, remaining rather silent, but his tail twitched every so often, and a soft hum emitted from his jaws every time he exhaled.
    [color=transparent][size=2px] #coldalligator

  • Meet and greets [o; m&g] are a necessity

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]Hopping over, the dino settled himself down beside the others. Meet and greet? He couldn't recall attending any others, making this the first, which was a milestone, he supposed. The half-yearling exhaled in a quiet rumble, amber eyes sliding in their sockets to focus upon the host of this particular gathering. " Hello, " he greeted in a surprisingly mellow, quiet voice, " I'm Alligator. Nithe to meet you. "
    [color=transparent][size=2px] #coldalligator

  • What good curves can you throw? {joiner}

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]Shuffling over next, the quiet boy would settle down, tail wrapping around himself in a comfort mechanism as he gazed at the unknown lagomorph at the border.
    [color=transparent][size=2px] #coldalligator

  • NEVER THOUGHT YOU'D BE SO DEPRESSED / open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]The green lizard was curled up, muzzle tucked beneath his tail, sleeping quietly. The ridges along his back were tinted a pale white like snowcapped mountains, oddly so, as they were usually flushed emerald like the rest of his body -- the lack of coloration suggested he was cold, his body temperature lowered as he lay in comatose, his breaths a soft rasp every time he exhaled, lungs rattling oddly within his chest. Clenched in his arms, hidden beneath his body, was the alligator plushie he had not yet let go of, its presence against him a comfort. Being somewhat isolated in his youth, he'd never formed bonds with anything or anyone, not his mother nor his siblings nor any of his clanmates, so to fulfil his needs for a ' parent ' to cling onto, he had become obsessed with a small stuffed alligator toy, which was his go-to when he felt afraid. Similarly, to emulate the feeling of a parent around him, when anxious he had developed the habit of tightening his tail around him, which unbalanced him admittedly, but brought comfort to him.


    Either way, Alligator was asleep. And in his sleep, the little dino yawned, a soft whine, shifting his position but keeping himself mostly huddled up.
    [color=transparent][size=2px] #coldalligator

  • THE TotHM CHAT THREAD

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana;]rolls in


    yooooooo
    ive not been in a tribe in ages holy shizzle
    [color=transparent][size=2px] #coldalligator