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Username: cleo .
Character name: queenpaw
Litter: pinballwizard x npc domestics
Clan: the knights of eden
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Username: cleo .
Display Name: cleo . [so much creativity, i know!]
Muse Level (x/10): 9/10 on most days. I have a minimum of three paragraphs generally, but if i'm given a lengthy post i can easilly match ten, twenty paragraphs.
Activity Level (x/10): 8/10, as summer has just begun!! and i honestly do nothing but eat, sleep, and role play
Role-play sample/links to at least three of your role-play posts:

QUEENPAW ! wrote:

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the sun seemed to shine such a warm shade of gold, the dirt a powder brown, the trees a brilliant green. it was all so lovely, so warm and earthy. but two eyes, bluer than the morning sky, stood out like the moon at high noon.

queenpaw was a lovely thing, thin and petite, moving with the grace of a dancer. one foot in front of the other, hips shaking slightly with each step. there was something so sweet, so forbidden, about the cream colored feline that drew all eyes to the soft smile on her lips, the kind look in her eyes.

girls like that didn't fare well on their own. they were the type to marry young, to have a dozen perfect children. she seemed destined to spend her adult life as an incubator. but there was a soft, silent determination in those blue eyes, a look that said she knew what she wanted. that told the world that a girl like her, such a pretty, fair little thing, was going to get what she wanted no matter what.

she stopped at the border, whiskers twitching as she sniffed, waiting for someone to come and demand her presence. anyone to approach could tell there was something so fine, so lovely, about the feline. the question was, what, exactly, was it?

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theodosia t. wrote:

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she sat, casually at first, her breath held in her chest and she was prepared to shout for a guard, for someone to come and help. fighting, she could do. fighting in a dress that rearranged her anatomy and stacked her lungs? it wasn't going to happen.

as he continued on, speaking of the two houses efforts, she sat up a little straighter, daring to take a few short breaths, trying not to look as though she were panting like a hot dog at high noon. she tried not to be terribly obvious as she reached behind her back and loosened the lacing holding the corset in place. her breathing, though still shallow, was easier now.

what he was proposing was something that could very well be perceived as illegal. if she wanted to play dirty, to jeopardize his trust and any shot at a positive relationship with the targaryens, perhaps she might have called the guards in, had them drag him to kings landing. stick a relatively metaphorical thorn into his ass. she was, after all, born with the surname thorne.

but she saw reason in his words, no matter how much she detested them. it threatened blindlove's status as a warden, the status' of many of those whom she cared about. but she was a stickler for the truth, and he wasn't lying. other houses were inactive, and she couldn't deny that house targaryen had power.

she was sitting up straight by then, hands folded carefully in her lap, those cold, calculating emerald eyes watching him, watching his every movement, every mannerism. when he concluded, she remained silent for a moment, thinking, considering.

finally, she sat up a little taller, cleared her throat. "i see your point, and i do agree. most houses rarely even show their faces, and we do the brunt of the work. however, these charges could be called treason. had i been someone else, and had i heard of this another way, the end result may have been different." she observed, her tone cool as she smoothed out the fabric of the dress.

"i do believe the high king is a reasonable man, and i do believe he'll hear this out. i will back you're thoughts and ideas, but if this were to go wrong, i and i alone will take fault for this decision, not my house." she knew that her people, her children, would likely be punished. but it was easier to pretend otherwise. "and we won't take credit for the thought, no matter how it turns out, only for agreeing with it."

she sighed, then, a long, tired sounding thing, and stood, descending the stairs and crossing towards him before looking him over, a brow arched. "when do you propose we bring up such matters with the king?" she asked, lips turning downwards into a pout as she awaited an answer.

it pained her to think about potentially putting one of her friends out, but she wasn't about to let feelings get in the way of what was justified. other houses were hardly active, and they shouldn't force other houses to fight tooth and nail to pick up for their work.

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there was something so lovely about high garden, so enchanting, that the sight of it made the pain bearable.

almost.

jade stood in front of the massive mirror, each breath shallow as she stared out the window of her chambers and out at the massive expanse of garden surrounding the palace. gardeners hurried here and there, the occasional tyrell member flitting about. they were a small house, yes, but bigger than others. the baratheons primarily consisted of morton, the arryns solely of her beloved, and the lannisters, for now, consisted of predominantly the high king.

she was lucky to have april hurrying around, and calypso making her way from her quarters on occasion. sure, she had many daughters - many of whom were busy doing whatever they did in their free time.

"my lady," the short, chubby little man said, clearing his throat to gather her attention. "do you like it?"

jade had never been one to spare someone's feelings. she was honest, and she much preferred others be the same. though, since coming to westeros, she'd learned that sometimes, it was easier to lie.

she didn't hate the frock. it just didn't suit her tastes - though, this entire fitting was for things that didn't suit her tastes. it was something that belonged on a bride, a wedding gown sort of thing. off white with gold lacing, the corset hugged her chest tightly, and though her form needed no help, the little man had insisted it would make her chest seem that much more... extraordinary. the skirt of the dress was massive, consisting of off white tulle and lace that it would catch eyes.

she didn't bother arguing that the only person she wanted gawking at her was blind.

it was supposed to be for an event. any event, really. a nice ball gown, meant to display "the beauty of house tyrell", or so he'd claimed. apparently, the tailors in the reach had collaborated to break the news to her that simple gowns didn't cut it.

she went along with it because it was just easier.

one of her attendants stood on a stood beside her, humming along to some melody as she did jade's hair. for a rare occasion, the master of whispers had no plans for the day. why she was being done up was beyond her - something about how she should dress nice for herself, not for others.

she didn't argue that she always dressed for herself, and that a simple day gown was nice enough for her.

a cobbler, a charming younger man that, had she not been so smitten by the hand, she may have fancied for a night, was on his knees in front of her, surveying a variety of shoes in comparison to the dress before turning his gaze to her, smiling. "may i try these on, my lady?"

a soft sigh escaped her lips as she raised her foot and her slid the shoe on, doing the same for the other foot. the little chubby man grabbed the girl doing her hair by the wrist, pulling her back and the cobbler moved back as well, all inspecting her.

the man gave an approving smile, nodding rapidly. "my lady, you look ravishing." he said, giving a wistful sounding sigh, as though he'd never seen such beauty before.

she couldn't lie; she did look nice. but it wasn't her. she didn't belong in extravagant ball gowns, it was a waste of fabric. but, that was the way of westeros, and she knew deep down that she'd better get used to it.

a boy came in, a servant of perhaps twelve, an amused grin spayed on his face. "my lady, some farmer is having trouble with his neighbor. a well or something. he requests your audience."

the boy had the expression that said he thought she'd say no, that he would get to tell the farmer to piss off. but, for a variety of reasons, one of which was escaping he scrutiny of the mirror and the pile of dresses yet to be tried on, the blonde grinned, turning and stepping off of the stool.

"well, we should settle such a dispute." she said, giving an apologetic smile to the three. "i'll be back soon. feel free to begin picking through and find the next potential outfit." she said, turning and following the boy out. highgarden was a large palace, though it wasn't known for it's palace's complexity. it was known the it's gardens, for it's beauty, and for the maze guarding it.

they arrived at the audience chamber promptly, and she slowed, a small frown finding it's way onto her fine features at the sight of the targaryen head. she assumed the worst as he came in secrecy. she didn't think he intended attack; though the houses were in competition, she couldn't even begin to fathom it a violent one.

she waved the boy off and he shut the door behind him, leaving her alone with the man in disguise. she approached the chair on the stage of the audience chamber, the makeshift throne, and took a seat with a long sigh, digging through the train of her dress to find the shoes and remove them.

"well, lord targaryen," she began, relaxing back into the comfortable green cushion, resting her arms on the golden arm rests. it was the lords chair, the lady's chair beside it much smaller, though empty. it was a statement, her seat in the chair. perhaps not to him, but to westeros. her house was predominantly female, and in a male dominated land, she didn't intend to step down or step back. "what matters have brought you here, so shrouded in secrecy?"

she imagined the worst. someone was dead, or perhaps someone was injured. but that was no reason for such secrecy. or perhaps the man, he had struck again. perhaps to one of his sisters, and he didn't want such matters to be public affair. though, she had people tracking him. she knew his every move, and she didn't recall any late visits to westeros.

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after game of thrones is back, i've developed a rather intense muse for a plot that must happen, based off of the loved lannister twins. i want to say right now that YOU DO NOT NEED TO HAVE ANY KNOWLEDGE OF GOT TO PARTAKE. when i say based off of, i mean based off of the basic pretense of the plot, being two incestuous twins.

what i had in mind were two twins who, as previously mentioned, became involved with one another. they were raised in a rather abusive household and began to depend on one another. one thing led to another and they eventually escaped together. instead of starting their lives in this new world as siblings, they introduced one another as an engaged couple, and though people from their past have been trying to find them and bring them back to their home, they're set on starting over.

they'll be littermates, and identical. i had the sort of golden blonde, lannister look, intended, though i'm not picky on that front. they'll be apprentices, eight months. feel free to have fun with who he is, i only ask that he be at least outwardly very polite and kind.

the female twin will be very outwardly shy and tentive. she'll continuously suffer from nightmares and panic attacks from their childhood. i don't want to reveal too much, but she'll become a little darker and colder later on, and i would like him to remain relatively kind, as a sort of opposite to her.

after choosing will i name her, and we'll decide together where they go! i would, however, like to note that if you fall inactive with him, i reserve the right to rehome him. please don't kill him for a very long time - bare minimum six months.

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lovely! many thanks for the acception! as theo will not be returning to stormclan (shh, plots, but you didn't hear from me), i'm able to introduce him any time you would like?
many apologies on the belated post, i had a party today!

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tracking + planning to apply

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blue lived up to her name. fur, once a downy gray, had been bleached and dyed a radioactive blue that could give anyone who stared too long a head ache. she liked it that way though, liked to stand out. she'd always stood out in a normal pack anyway, so why not her little group of outcasts?

her roots were showing, they always were it seemed, but she didn't care. blue fur, gray roots, blue-gray eyes - it worked.

the lean, leggy canine took a seat beside emily as she approached the border, shrugging. "dunno. maybe it'll be wolfe. all i know it, there'd better be some hot women. i'm tired of being single." she said, giving a small huff. she'd pursue wolfe, but noah had called dibbs. though, there was mutual chemistry between the two that neither could deny. damn noah and his dibs.

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this was the place that she'd longed for, that she'd dreamed of. she'd wanted nothing more than to come here, to be happy. with her children, with the mate she'd thought she'd loved. but he'd ruined it, all of it. he'd killed her children, he'd tried to kill her children, and she'd just stood by and let him. she'd been a disgrace.

she'd never get them back, but she could try to redeem herself with the youngest, with her littlest. she'd be what, four moons now? the gray feline felt old just thinking that. she wondered if her daughter had taken up new parents, a foster mother in the nursery.

she wondered if her daughter would even remember her.

the loner sat at the border, a sigh escaping her lips. she'd selected a warrior name for herself moons ago, bluewisteria. she hoped she'd be accepted under such a name. it suited her, suited the pretty featured girl. perhaps eleven moons, thin and lanky. her fine, high features were eerily similar to one of their own. the way she walked, the way she smiled. the way those eyes, though a different color, still twinkled.

she was an older palepaw.

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//bumping for others before I reply

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tears filled the young womans eyes. tears of pure joy when she saw her daughter, and didn't hesitate to move to hug her tightly. "palekit! oh sweetie! your, what, four moons now? oh, you've grown up so much. look at you - you'll be an apprentice soon enough!" her mother doted, smiling down at the girl proudly and blinking tears from her eyes.

turning to the unfamiliar female, her smile brightened. "ah, hello! my name's bluewisteria, i'm here to join - to be with my daughter." she explained, clearing her throat.

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