This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Trafalgar grinned as he was hugged and then stood back so he could answer her question [b]"Only a little but I can still fight anyways!" he grinned ear to ear, almost appearing as if he were giddy for the said event.[/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000][b]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Trafalgar freed himself of the ropes and began limping back towards his own territory, pain glistening in his gaze and faint grunts parting his jaws. [/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000][b]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]traf was captured in case none of ya'll know
Trafalgars pain was beginning to ebb away, but perhaps that was because everything around him seemed to be becoming darker, the sounds becoming duller. There was no doubt that the child had been tortured, he had multiple stab wounds covering his body, there was a broken sword through his leg and a left over arrow buried between his ribs. When the sweet scent of home hit him, everything sort of fell away like a puzzle being broken. His vision became black and the sounds he could hear sounded distant and faint. And so Traf lied there on the border, nothing back darkness clouding the child's mind. [/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000][b]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]//retro and museless
Trafalgar grinned as he approached, standing by PE proudly. [/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Public Enemy's voice came of faint to the male but still he struggled to try and respond [b]"P...E..." he murmured, his face scrunching up in pain. He had wanted to say something along the lines of 'sorry, i wasn't strong enough' but then Amber started shaking him. He understood she must've been worried and he tried to bite it back but he couldn't help it, a cry of pain parted the cubs jaws. By the time Neptune and Brielle came around he was no longer awake but still as Brielle patched him up there'd be a faint subconscious whine from the back of his throat [/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]// retro to injuries
After Trafalgars surprise joining of the Fight Club he had been working hard, not only had he been keeping up with his medical studies as a doctor in training but he had been teaching himself as many fighting variables as possible. Hand to hand combat, knives, anything he could think of he'd been doing his best to perfect. When his gaze fell on Meri a small smile tilted his lips up and he moved forwards to grasp the weapon and offer it back to him. [b]"You've gotta watch your footing more, and take up more of a defensive stance. Your leaving yourself wide open and someone could get you back. Try learning some form of martial arts as well, that way you can surprise them with a kick and knock their weapon out of their hands." the cub instructed with a grin, his yellow gaze remaining on his clanmate and fellow fight club member. [/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
OMF IS THAT JOEY I SEEEEEE
-
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000][b]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]yep, I wanna know hat you think of this wannabe thug/pretty boy doctor [/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Trafalgar was taken by surprise by two all too familiar voices, he smiled when he heard PE but his eyes grew wide when he recognised Rainysummers voice. The Cubs claws retracted as he felt adrenaline begin to pump through his veins, his yellow/grey eyes growing wide. Traf moved from his position, a slight limp in his walk and a tired look in his eyes. It was hard to drag himself around with all these injuries, they hurt like a bitch. [b]"PE? Why's, why's she here?" [/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Trafalgar despite what was probably best for him had still been dragging himself around, the multiple stab wounds he had suffered ached and he winced as he moved. Coming up to the border the tiger cub aimed to lean on Amber, hoping she wouldn't mind. [b]"I'm Trafalgar Law and this is Colouredclan. Auto-accept."[/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Trafalgar had limped towards his mentor, patches covering his own body from where he'd been repeatedly stabbed. He winced as he bent over wanting to check his mentor was okay, good, Lucinda had done it. [b]"He might need water, and pain relief depending on wether he wakes up." [/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Trafalgar waddled over, his recent injuries didn't hurt too much anymore, plus he didn't want to stay lying around. [b]"Hey, I'm Trafalgar, you ever get hurt gimme a call, or Amber, Emptyskies and Brielle." [/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Trafalgar limped over and let a smile turn up the corners of his lips [b]"I'll do my best, PE!" [/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Trafalgar limped over before smiling [b]"congrats!"[/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px][b]"You know me!" Trafalgar Beamer as he approached, sitting down carefully as to avoid reopening his wounds. [/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
My activity probably won't be as good for the next couple of weeks due to school starting up again. I'll try and post as much as possible though.
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000][b]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]the injured cub approached curiously, his blue gaze resting on imperial curiously. [/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; text-align: center; color: #ffcc99; font-size: 24pt; margin-bottom: -5px; font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #000000][b]trafalgar law .[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 350px; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -3px]information ★ interaction ★ powers ★ other ★ # trafwashere[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Trafalgar ad been doing recovering, most of his injuries were closed to healed but now there was another injury, one that couldn't be fixed by a couple nights sleep. She was supposed to be his mentor wasn't she? Traf couldn't bring himself to move when he came across the scene, instead he only froze. [/fancypost]
[size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]