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  • OPEN, JOINING ` MASQUERADE SUITE

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]"You're the one being rude at this point, Dragonpaw the Elder," Oceanpaw pointed out with a slight frown, adopting the way Lorina addressed the two so that they wouldn't get mixed up. She wholeheartedly agreed with the Knight. The little serval's frown didn't last for long though, as it quickly returned to its soft smile.

  • actual cannibal // martells+flameseekers needed!

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]A little late, let's say Oceanpaw had been bright and early to the gathering. The little serval listened to the meeting, fascinated by the talk of BloodClan and marriages and such. Huh, how interesting. Oceanpaw didn't know much of other Clans, but she has heard quite a bit about BloodClan. She shook her head as Oberyn asked if there was any more news to be shared.

  • blackbird singing. [o/swimming]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]"Ooh, swimming," the girl cooed as she padded over, smiling. She loved to swim and water in general, and she didn't get to indulge in swimming very much as she lived in Dorne with the rest of the Martells. Oceanpaw would jump at this chance. She slunk into the water and dove under for a few seconds before breaking the surface once again for oxygen, a wide, pleasant smile on her pretty features.

  • open, m&g { THAT BOI IN THE CORNER

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Oceanpaw was quite tired— she had taken a few days to herself to take a look around the wide expansion of Dorne, but to come back and take a break from her mini travels. And so she found herself here, being drawn in by the call of a meet and greet. The serval smiled softly. "My name is Oceanpaw Martell. It's a pleasure to meet you," she introduced herself.

  • PRIVATE ` THE SMOKING GUN

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Dorne tended to be quite hot around this time of the year— the desert was not at its hellish peak quite yet, but it was reaching there. This made Oceanpaw ultimately grateful for her light and short pelt to keep her from overheating under the sun.


    The little Martell was trotting around Sunspear with a flask full of cool freshwater, offering the liquid those who looked particularly parched. At this time she was entering the outskirts of the Martell capitol, and as she went, she spotted a slightly familiar ebony figure sitting with their head bowed. She sniffed and made her way over to the other animal, and recognized the boy from a faint memory. "Dragonpaw the Younger, isn't it?" she inquired with a soft smile. Oceanpaw remembered him from his joining where another Dragonpaw was getting onto Dragonpaw the Younger about having the same prefix in their name. Such silly antics... she couldn't help but giggle to herself at the memory. "Anyway, would you like some water?" Oceanpaw asked, sitting down and removing the flask from around her neck. She conjured a bowl and set it down before pouring the water into it and pushing it over to him.

  • COLD DAY IN HEAVEN ─ OPEN

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]"Hello, everyone," the serval chirped as she padded over, her signature soft smile resting on her pretty features. She settled her grey gaze on Imogen next. "Pleasure to meet you, Imogen. I'm Oceanpaw Martell— I hope we can get along well," the girl said to her.

  • AMERICA'S SUITEHEARTS — private, catelyn

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Oceanpaw's mind was the epitome of peace. Her conscience has not yet been tainted with the dirty side of the world, and she did not worry about the dangers. She knew that there were dangerous things out there, yes, but she was simply too selfless and kind to ever really go to war with someone, or to hurt or even kill them. She avoided fighting when she could, but being a Martell, she knew that someday she would too be dragged into the bloody game between the houses of Westeros. Oceanpaw believed that everyone was good deep down in their hearts, and so this made her a very forgiving person. She was so naive.


    The girl felt her fur heat up in embarrassment despite Catelyn telling her not to fret. "No, no! It's fine!" she laughed weakly, taking a seat. She couldn't help but still feel a little bad, even though she didn't necessarily do anything. "Ah... It's just that my father hasn't come for me yet, and I'm afraid that something happened to him," Oceanpaw explained, shaking her head. It was no big deal— no one should worry about her.

  • PRIVATE ` THE SMOKING GUN

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]She immediately blushed in embarrassment and dipped her head multiple times. "I-I'm so sorry! I'll make sure not to do so anymore," she replied. Ah, she seemed to be embarrassing herself quite a bit lately. First with Catelyn, and now Dragonpaw. Oceanpaw smiled shakily and managed to brush off the heavy feeling of embarrassment. The little girl watched as he drank the water, and she swiftly refilled it once it was running low.


    A moment passed by before he looked up at her again and requested that the Martell give him a nickname. "Oh!" she murmured, frowning as she thought of something, but she froze as he placed a paw on top of hers and called her a friend. "Friends...?" she echoed, heating up a bit. They haven't known each other for long, and now they were suddenly friends. Instead of finding it suspicious, Oceanpaw found it extremely endearing. The Martell smiled at him again. "Sure! Ah... how about... Drags..?" she said, tipping her head in a quizzical manner. It was so odd for a Martell to address someone of another house in such a manner not even after a few days of meeting. But the again, she wasn't the average Martell, anyway.

  • Aggressive Random Thoughts on Westeros

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]*aggressively ships oceanpaw with everyone 100000 times*
    *aggressively worries about this pure little baby*
    *AGGRESSIVELY PLANS TO DO HORRIBLE THINGS TO HER*
    *aggressively ships lorina and oceanpaw tbh*

  • actual cannibal // martells+flameseekers needed!

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Oceanpaw's head had been bowed in thought since she thought the meeting was drawing to a close, and she jerked up when she heard her name escape Oberyn's maw. Oh boy. "Hello," she greeted softly, waving a paw. She was truly an... odd Martell. The girl didn't share a lot of the traits with the house, and so others often mistook her for being in another house if she did not specify her last name.

  • F*CK THIS SH*T! || Open + Karkat makes his own House?!

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Yes, Oceanpaw also found him quite unpleasant, and that was coming from the possibly sweetest member of Westeros. The serval padded over and stopped to the side of Driscoll, watching silently.

  • PRIVATE ` THE SMOKING GUN

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Oceanpaw smiled at him, relieved and happy that he wasn't too angry at her.


    ( stupid girl )


    She felt extremely elated that she was someone's friend, and yet she did not find it suspicious in the least. Poor girl, she was going to get manipulated by those stronger than her. She was just too pure for her own good. The serval sat down gracefully and continued smiling at her. If they grew 'close' enough, she'd do pretty much anything for him that she was capable of doing. Oceanpaw giggled a little bit as he approved of the nickname, happy that she chose well. However, she did not know how to make her name any shorter. "I'm... I'm not sure what it could be, either," she murmured.

  • westeros choice awards

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]wip<3


    [font=georgia]IC CATEGORIES


    BEST HP:: Lorina
    BEST NON-HP::
    MOST ACTIVE HP:: Driscoll
    MOST ACTIVE NON-HP::
    MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR::
    MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELORETTE::
    MOST HELPFUL MEMBER:: Lorina
    FUNNIEST CHARACTER::
    GRUMPIEST CHARACTER::
    BEST CANON COUPLE::
    BEST NON-CANON COUPLE::
    BEST LOVE TRIANGLE::
    BEST BOOTY:: Oberyn, obviously
    MOST LIKELY TO BE PROMOTED::
    MOST LIKELY TO BECOME PRINCE/PRINCESS::
    MOST LIKELY TO BECOME HAND OF THE KING/QUEEN:: Lorina
    MOST LIKELY TO BECOME KING/QUEEN::
    BEST OVERALL::


    AU CATEGORIES


    MOST LIKELY TO HOLD THE MOON FOR RANSOM::
    MOST LIKELY TO BE DATED BY YOU:: AaaAHH.... Duncan.
    MOST LIKELY TO TRIP & FALL INTO A VOLCANO::
    MOST LIKELY TO STEAL CANDY FROM A BABY::



    OOC CATEGORIES


    MOST HELPFUL::
    FUNNIEST::
    FRIENDLIEST::
    MOST ADVANCED::
    BEST PLOT MAKER::

  • time stops when you look at me || thunderclan attack announcement

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]"Ah... alright," she murmured, supposing that she would go. Oceanpaw wasn't the best when it came to battle, after all. As far as she knew all she had was this little serval body, and speaking of how she was easily tricked, it was probably a bad idea to go into battle at this time.

  • westeros tourney round 1 || lzzy martell vs lorina targaryen [OPEN]

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Ooh, this should be... interesting. She was going to cringe whilst watching her cousin and one of her favorite Westerosi fight, but yes, Oceanpaw wanted to watch anyway. Her bet was on Lorina, since Izzy always seemed to be all bark and no bite. The petite serval trotted over to watch.

  • BABY, I'M A DARK STAR -- open, house deciding

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]"The Martell house," Oceanpaw began as she padded over, offering a graceful smile, "not only has a beautiful territory, as Izzy explained, but we value our house members. We praise those who do well and show their loyalty, and I consider us much like a family. The Martells fight for one another and we would be honored to welcome you into our home in Dorne," she inputted, which she knew that might not be much, but it was something. Oceanpaw did not show the classic traits of a Martell— no, she could be gullible and kind and very sympathetic.