Posts by MARISOL,

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][justify][color=#FFB4FA]"It's who we are, doesn't matter if we've gone too far." the imagine dragons said, panic at the disco. The fall out boy danced. Hokey pokey blah blah blah. Left foot in, left foot out. Testing.

[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; height: auto; width: 430px; margin-top: -10px;][justify]Soon there will be a flowering of space time the likes of which the dreamscape has never seen. We must bless ourselves and ground others. We must learn how to lead spiritual lives in the face of pain. It can be difficult to know where to begin. The nexus is calling to you via frequencies. Can you hear it? Have you found your quest? It is time to take faith to the next level. Something random, words. [color=#FFB4FA]"The osmosis of awareness." is now happening worldwide. Imagine a flowering of what could be.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][justify][color=black]Was that... a mall? No way! Mothereffin' jackpot, baby! She was gonna raid all the Hot Topics, the Claire's, and most importantly food court. Yum. Hopefully there weren't already people there. Eyes wide, the young gray tabby obliviously stepped past the border and into the territory, having no experience with territory markings. It did smell a little odd, but who cares? There was an awesome mall right-o there.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][justify]"T-TidalClan?" the young tabby exhaled in surprise, turning her apologetic gaze to Gwen. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize... sh*t." the girl mumbled, blushing slightly. [color=#FFB4FA]"I'm here to join, then. My name is Bitterblue, but I go by Bee. Apologies for the intrusion." she said, inclining her head politely and hoping the kind stranger would introduce herself.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][justify]"What about zombies?" the tabby laughed as she approached, having heard the 'dead bodies' comment. When she got closer, the girl's eyes flew wide in surprise when she saw he had an actual corpse. [color=#FFB4FA]"O-Oh my god." she exhaled sharply, eyes wide. Did he carry around dead bodies like dolls or something?

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][justify][color=#FFB4FA]"I'd love to do something, as long as it's not violence-related." the tabby said with a warm smile as she approached, taking a seat amidst the crowd. What a lovely idea! And she certainly wanted to help out, as long as she didn't have to hurt anyone. And miss Jinora seemed nice, so she was happy to do whatever task she'd be given.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][justify][color=#FFB4FA]"It's an invitation from ColouredClan to a lake-side party and bonfire." the young tabby told Shotskit with a kind smile as she approached, her gaze flickering over the letter. Such nice calligraphy! And it sounded fun, hopefully they would be allowed to attend.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][justify][color=#FFB4FA]"I'll come as well." the young tabby said with a kind smile as she approached the duo. Border patrols seemed pretty self-explanatory, since she'd never been on one. Speaking of which, she'd accidently disregarded it when she herself had joined. Embarrassing!

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][justify][b]"What the-" the tabby stumbled in surprise, reaching out to snag Gwen away from the crazy cheetoh puff lady, but watched as they zoomed away at impossible speeds. Sh*t! Who knew cheetoh puffs were so evil? [color=#FFB4FA][b]"Gwen's been kidnapped!" the girl cried out, hoping people who hadn't made it on time to see what happened would hear her. Personally she had zero - okay, uh, negative fighting experience. She'd only get herself killed if she went after her, but Bee didn't know how else to help. The only thing she could do was heal, but that would mean Gwen would be hurt and that was worst case scenario.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][justify][color=black]Bitterblue wandered over curiously, laying down amidst the crowd. Bursting out in soft laughter at Cake's little speech, the tabby politely quieted down when other people began to speak. Some of it was funny, some of it was sad... but overall nothing too extreme, thankfully. She herself was too shy to speak up, and it wasn't like she had much to say - she only joined a few hours ago.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; line-height: 105%; font-size: 12px;][justify][b]"This could feed an entire country! I'm not even gonna ask how you managed to find all of this. We need to get it all refrigerated or it's gonna go bad real quick." the young tabby fretted, walking around the gigantic mountain of food with a concerned frown. [color=#FFB4FA]"We're all gonna get super fat and float away into the sky like big balloons." she mumbled worriedly.

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24pt; color:#CCCCCC text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][color=silver][b]wrathia bellarmina[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: ARIAL; font-size: 7pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing;]SHE'S THE ONLY ONE THAT MAKES YOU CRY— THAT GIRL'S A HEART ATTACK IN BLACK HAIR DYE[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px][justify][color=silver]Soon there will be a flowering of spacetime the likes of which the dreamscape has never seen. We must bless ourselves and ground others. We must learn how to lead spiritual lives in the face of pain.It can be difficult to know where to begin. The nexus is calling to you via frequencies. Can you hear it? Have you found your quest?It is time to take faith to the next level. The osmosis of awareness is now happening worldwide. Imagine a flowering of what could be.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Soon there will be a flowering of space time the likes of which the dreamscape has never seen. We must bless ourselves and ground others. We must learn how to lead spiritual lives in the face of pain. It can be difficult to know where to begin. The nexus is calling to you via frequencies. Can you hear it? Have you found your quest? It is time to take faith to the next level. Something random, words. "The osmosis of awareness." is now happening worldwide. Imagine a flowering of what could be.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; background-color: white][justify][size=8][color=black]Alice stood at the border, her bright eyes leveled on the murky depths of the territory. She bit down on her small paw, chewing nervously and shivering at the metallic taste of blood as droplets formed where her sharp fangs pierced the skin. She had been attracted to ShadowClan by the smell of fear, and it was the only thing she could think about. She was driven by a bloodthirst so strong it made her body ache and her vision was a hazy red around the edges. She just needed someone to come around so she could feed.[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][size=6pt][b]character information in profile — trek, customized by wishbones

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; background-color: white][justify][size=8][color=black][b]"I'm inside." the young girl said with a blank face. She didn't know what "I'm in" meant but she had assumed it was short for something, and that's what everyone else was saying. With crazed eyes, the fox swung around a couple nooses and gnawed on her claws, her volcanic eyes flickering around nervously. She was going to just mimic everyone else's actions, because her mind was too full of noise to process what the person who had spoken first had said.[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][size=6pt]character information in profile — trek, customized by wishbones

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; background-color: white][justify][size=8][color=black]Alice was floating in the air, painting her nails a deep red, bright amber eyes fascinated with the glistening of blood going on her claws. Hearing a deep voice, the young fox's ears swiveled in mild curiosity as she glanced down from where she was floating mid-air. Her attention enraptured completely by the cigarette, the black vixen dropped everything she was doing and lowered herself to the ground, approaching the stranger with wild eyes. [b]"Alice." she murmured with a crooked smile as she aimed to gently pull the cigarette from Devil's lips and to take a drag. Her eyelids drooping slightly at the euphoric sensation of smoke filling her lungs, the girl aimed to drop the cigarette on his paws, leaving nothing behind but sweet breath. "Who're you?" she added, attempting to make the smoke come out in some kind of shape. She had no clue as to what 'social norms' were, and things like what was socially acceptable were far from a psychopath's mind.[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][size=6pt]character information in profile — trek, customized by wishbones

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; background-color: white][justify][size=8][color=black][b]"Alice." the young girl mumbled, peering up at the strangers with hooded eyes. She parted her lips, taking a deep breath and almost shuddering in euphoria; the emotions still clinging to their bodies tasted like honey on her tongue. She herself couldn't even feel emotions, but she could taste others' and it was like candy to the monstrous creature. "How cute." the young fox murmured, her volcanic gaze flickering to the strangers. They were either blissfully oblivious to the way she was feeding off, well, them in a sense - or were just used to demonic creatures. "I'm here to join." she said with a crooked smile in answer to Hypnopaw's queries, licking her lips absentmindedly.[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][size=6pt]character information in profile — trek, customized by wishbones