Posts by HERMES P. MUZIKANT.

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  • ALL THE TIME ) open; birth

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #7dd0d5 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#7dd0d5; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #a2ebef; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;]wistful star[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;]OH, IT WAS ... WARM, here. it was not womb-warm, stifling and cramped with wiggly little unborn bodies, but it was warm in an odd way. the cold nipped at his tiny toes, maybe, but apart from that ... there wasn't really anything wrong with this world. something nudged him, which was a little odd, a big, independent muzzle that smelled of milk - not that he could put words to it at this point - and he rolled towards a source of heat that was bigger than- oh, look, there were the wiggly little newborn bodies. one, two, three of them. three other wiggly little newborn bodies! and he was number four.


    cool!


    wiggly little hermes made a small sound, a sort of little squeal, and ooh, he quite liked that. this was all very nice, but he didn't feel content, yet. he had to get to the big milky warm before he could be happy! so odd hermes went, like a caterpillar, until- oh, yes, there was the milky warm. he nosed around in the milky warm for a bit, until he came across something, and he recognised a feeling of hunger in his round belly. well, that wouldn't do, would it? hermes latched onto that something he'd just come across, and when he suckled, the milky smell was a milky taste, and-


    oh, yes, milk! it made the hunger go away. feeling very happy with himself, a content hermes kneaded the big milky warm with his little front paws, murmuring all the while.


    (Mobile track)
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  • CHRISTMAS EVE ) open; new body

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #7dd0d5 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#7dd0d5; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #a2ebef; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;]wistful star[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;]OOH, A FLUFFY! he had never seen something so fluffy before! completely unaware this was his mama, pippin bounced on over on too-large paws, waggling his tail behind him and smiling brightly.


    " you's very cuddly, " pippin remarked optimistically. and she was! a bit big - he had to crane his neck to see her - but she was very fluffy-looking!


    clamped in his jaws, hanging loosely from the corner of his lips, was a bright, red flower. he made his way over and presented it to his not-wolf mama. he thought she'd look nice with a flower - particularly the lovely red one!


    (mobile & school)
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  • CHRISTMAS EVE ) open; new body

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;width:110px; height: 110px; border-radius: 100%;border:solid #7dd0d5 3px; background-color:#A67D3D; padding:5px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/1ZSS80J.jpg); background-position: center; float: left; margin-top: -12px; margin-left: 40px; ][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background: white; width: 390px; border-left:solid #7dd0d5 3px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 388px; color:#7dd0d5; text-align:right;font-family:arial; font-size:28px; letter-spacing:-3px; border-bottom:1px dotted #a2ebef; padding-bottom: 3px; margin-left: -14px;]wistful star[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 380px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; color:#252525; line-height:12px; margin-left: -16px;]HERMES WIGGLES HIS HAUNCHES, smiling merrily up at his mother. " oh- momma? hi, momma. " he chirps cheerfully, stepping back after presenting his gift and taking a seat, his tail wagging. huffing so that the curly hair atop his head flops out of his eyes, he regards her curiously. " you're very fluffy, momma. " he decides that snuggling her would be nice, and hops up to push his nose into her fur curiously, liking the soft texture.
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  • announcement, open, middy, greymatter, impavid, tangled, lucy, and cinque needed

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]What was this? Maids of honour, bridesmaids? He had no idea what any of this meant, but hey, he wanted in! Pippin made his way over, merrily, on too-large paws, waggling his tail and peering with wide eyes up at Avenue. He was curious, obviously, because he'd never heard such terminology, but smartly said nothing, taking a seat and yawning. Perhaps she'd explain, later. But for now-


    Pippin idly sprung up flowers at his paws, grinning as they wrapped around his little toes.
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  • --HE'S A MEAN ONE ||OPEN|| CHRISTMAS TREE HUNTING

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]" Wai'! Wai'! " came a tiny call, and little Pippin came huffing and puffing over, trying to keep up on tiny legs and eventually tumbling to a halt near the small group. He wanted to go, too! He hadn't heard what they were doing, but he'd seen them heading out, and oh, he wanted to go out, too! " Can I come? I'll be good! I ... I'll not touch anyfink. " he promised with a solemn nod, eyes stretched wide. He often found it very difficult to resist the allure of touching anything new, but he'd try, if it meant he could go, too!
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  • SEEKER OF THE LIGHT | open, TAKEOVER (of sorts?)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how one looked at it), Pippin arrived late, and huddled up beside his auntie Avenue, peering up at the egg. He'd never seen blood before, and couldn't read, yet, so was unable to deduce what was happening simply by the situation. " Auntie Avenoo? " he spoke curiously, stressing the ' oo ' part of her name, the two words several questions in themselves: what was happening? Where was his mother? Was this good, or bad?


    He then approached the egg, sniffing near it curiously. " Hi! "
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  • with my games ((open, m+g)) and your games

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Completely unaware that somebody could be manipulative, and childishly assuming that everybody was to be taken at face value and very honest, Pippin bounced his way over, eager to meet a new individual. Oh, their name was ... something Pip couldn't pronounce, but that didn't matter! " Hi! " he greeted brightly, skidding to a halt beside Lucinda. " I'm Pippin! "
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  • --HE'S A MEAN ONE ||OPEN|| CHRISTMAS TREE HUNTING

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Since he had no idea what Soul meant, at first, Pippin merely stared obliviously until he came to understand that he was being allowed to follow ⇀ or, at least, his pleas weren't being rejected. The eager child made his way after Soul, trotting at his and Avenue's heels, obliviously close, because he wanted to snuggle those wings. They looked like nice things to hide under, and nap.


    " Oh, yes! " Pippin chirped, though he didn't really know if that was good or bad. And what did squirt mean? " Is Squirt short for Pippin? " or Hermes, perhaps? Maybe it was a nickname. Like Pip!
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  • SAME LOVE -- confession, open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]A Jeesoos? What was a Jeesoos? Lucinda was a Jeesoos? What did being a Jeesoos mean? Many questions hurtled 'round Pippin's small brain as he made his way over, peeking at Lucinda. He would have said something, but as his brother had already said it, he merely cuddled up to his aforementioned sibling, looking at Lucinda.
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  • The fireplace is burning bright, shining all on me ] - [ open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Oh, music, music! Seeing as his momma was Impavid, Pippin was no stranger to it, and made his way over, ears pricked. It was kind of cool that December was his month; it was all Christmassy and cold, and it had snow! Of course, one of their biomes was snow 24/7, 365 days a year, but Pippin didn't know about that, yet.


    Tumbling towards Hotline and Chasingpaw, all bundled up in a blanket, Pippin peered with wide eyes at the iPod, aiming to grasp it in oversized paws.
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  • YOU ARE THE SKY -- OPEN, EQUINES

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Horses? To Hermes, they looked very big. The small boy tumbled over and wound up beside Impavidstar, aiming to crawl up in her coat and nestle in her shoulder/neck fur, wiggling around a little before lifting his head up and peering at the horses. " What is they? " he asked, pointing at the equines.
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  • CHRISTMAS EVE ) open; new body

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Pippin stopped, then, drawing back his head and furrowing his brow. " She sounds like momma, she smells like momma, uncle Soul says she's a leader, and momma's the leader- " uncle Soul, hmm? Well, logical little Pippin decided that if Avenue was his auntie, then her husband had to be his uncle- " then she's momma! Right? "
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  • WE GO WHERE THE WIND GOES ⇀ open, meet and greet

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Pippin was in an awkward position, one hind leg drawn up to his mouth, and he was chewing thoughtfully on his toes, wrapped up in a blanket and staring absently. He'd been exploring, but after a while, exploring got pretty tiring ⇀ so, to remedy that, rather than going to the people, he'd wonder if the people would maybe come to him! He'd heard of some magic words, recently, and apparently, they made people appear!


    " Wow! " he'd said when he'd found out, and of course, he wanted to try.


    " Meet and greet! " he said ⇀ it was a bit less flashy than abracadabra, but hey!
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  • some character questions!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]is your character based on anyone - not really!
    what does your character look like/what is their faceclaim - white hair: x & x
    dyed hair: x & x
    what does your character sound like - like a tiny smol boy?
    cool fact about your character - his sense of taste is all messed up - he can only detect sweet things and fish, and anything else tastes bland!
    what would your character's school label be - the cute, simple little guy who's too innocent for his own good and literally everyone likes bc he brings in cakes all the time
    most defining trait of your character - iNNOCENT AND SMOL, TOO PURE FOR THIS WORD, GENEROUS LITTLE BABY
    job if your character were human - he'd probably work in a grocery store + in a coffee shop + in a library! he's only a baby now but when he's older he'll be pretty busy and he'd have jobs that require more social skills + he'd also volunteer in animal shelters and stuff
    what does your character smell like - like fresh air?
    what food would your character be - oh god like a little tiny cupcake
    what music genre would your character be - I'm not sure!
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  • MY HANDS ARE COLD || open; wrong clan?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify]Crawling on over beside his brother, Pippin blinked wide, round eyes at Octoberghost. He had a cloth 'round his eyes? Why did he have a cloth 'round his eyes? That didn't make much sense, but- maybe he had poorly eyes. That would have been a little more sensical, after all. He had poorly eyes, and he was resting them!


    His poor eyes. Pippin felt the flowers bloom at his feet, and plucked one up, offering it to Octoberghost with a curious sound.
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