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""sorry for the late response !!
sounds good love !
who makes?
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Posts by riley h.x
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""Goddamn the place was like a wavepool. She'd been out for a day and a whole new tide of foreign faces started strolling around camp. How long had it taken her to remember everyone's names back in the Rift? One, two weeks? Well it'd been about three days and she still didn't know most of the Bloodclanners. All the more excuse to go strolling around.As the alabastrine padded up by the group, her pale grey gaze flickered across the faces there, before settling, with curiosity between the faces of Ululare and November. Flicking an ear at their exchange, an amused little curve appeared on the edge of her lip. Bloodclan can be a place for everyone. Everyone who could stand the corpse border. As her attention was drawn back towards the joiner, Faux's expression turned into her usual hollywood grin. "Faux Praelium. Charmed."
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""Being the next to stroll over, the leopardess padded up by Lyra, and shifted into a seated position. Silently listening to the others speak, an absentminded curve kept to her lips. Her plan was to mostly just sit in the group and pretend she was being useful, as she knew the territory just as well as she knew the inside of a volcano. Not very well. It just happened that she turned up godawfully drunk that fateful day of her joining too, which didn't help in the slightest bit.Wells, freshwater springs, stealing water. She vaguely wondered how they'd be able to get escape from Riverclan with a giant floating sphere of water before before Varick spoke. Elementals? It'd been so long since she last used them, she noted with a slipping shadow of a frown, but it'd be fine. Without another doubt, her usual charming smile broke out on her lips, and in that smooth, joking tone of hers, Faux responded, "Aye, captain."
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""What. The. F*ck.As the alabastrine's dark lashes fluttered open, confused as to why a biting cold began crawling over her pelt and interrupting her slumber, she was greeted by an overwhelming amount of whiteness and coldness. Blinking slowly, she raised her head. Snow. As she tried to lift herself up, the snow underneath her hind paw gave way and the leopardess clumsily fell off the tree with a soft thmp. God, this wasn't a dream? Wasn't snow practically impossible out here? The last time she'd seen weather so impossible was Pollux's sharknado -- which destroyed half the camp.
Getting to her paws, the leopardess's light grey luminaries narrowed slightly, and she shook her pelt free of snow. As Angelicpaw's yells echoed out, she began making her way in that direction, the falling snow effectively blotting out her vision. As a flash of orange appeared, the alabastrine trotted towards it. November, was it? "What happened? How the hell is there snow? " She called out to him, confusion visibly in her eyes as she winced from the cold.
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A snowball appeared, flying towards Ululare's head. Behind it came the alabastrine with a small laugh, bright eyes settling on the wolf. "Brighten up, sunshine! It's not everyday you see snow around here." She really wished she had some kind of a wooden board. It never snowed where she came from, and so a childish light was in the fae's eyes as she trotted over towards the group, barely bothering to pray for her own safety if that snowball did hit Ululare.
Slowing to a stop by Abaddon, her gaze traveled over to the decapitated snowman pouring punch (?). Lovely. Biting back a laugh, she turned back towards the borzoi with a wink. "Charming."
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""reposting on all family threads bc im an idiot and forgot to do it when i adopted her like a year ago[justify]DISPLAYNAME&& cinn
anything you prefer to go by?: nah anything's fine
CHARACTERSNAME&& Faux
any other families your character is apart of?: Praelium, Xerses, Pendragon, Simul Stamus and probably a lot more because Finnishwars gets around
ALLEGIANCE&& Bloodclan
rank in your current clan/tribe(s): first tier[hr]
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""Ah sh*t, had she missed the last meeting? It'd been so long since she was in a clan that she forgot these things existed. Better late than never though, she supposed. Padding over with a pleasant expression, the fae took a seat.[hr]
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""Oh, f*ck.As Ululare spoke, her head turned towards him, watching him for a silent moment before that movie star-like grin of hers appeared on her lips. Oh, that was cold. No pun intended. Bending an arm at the elbow and setting it down towards the other side of her body, the fae took a bow while maintaining eye contact with the wolf. Although her actions were joking, a playful challenge flashed behind her eyes. "Faux Praelium, sir. Pleasure to meet you." It probably wasn't the best idea to go around provoking older members of the clan, but she never did it on purpose -- or at least that was what everyone was going to be told.
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""trackalack[hr]
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""ya wheres our thread bby u said you'd make it
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""@world aww that's adorable
we can start off with that plot and see how it goes?
& who makes?pure yesss bc i love your characters
also i apparently need to keep an eye on them to make sure you're being nice to them?? c;
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""Deep into the territory, if one dared travel far enough, one could hear a soft tune in the breeze. If that said one decided to follow it, they'd find the alabastrine humming absentmindedly to herself, a flash of golden bronze between her paws, a bottle holding liquid of a similar color stood up beside her. Whiskey. Her pale grey gaze graveled over the little gadget, and she blew the dust off of it to reveal the charm, in all its glory under the sun.What were these things used for again?
Other than whatever voodoo magic some of her clanmates seemed to be head over heels for, since there were just some things in life she wasn't ready for and she wasn't about to deal with that sh*t. Pretty, though. Taking a sip from the bottle, she rolled onto her back, letting the dangling charm fall to the sandy rocks by her head with a small metallic clang.
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""She wasn't bored. Of course she was doing something productive. Why yes she was having the time of her life. The girl was sprawled over her kitchen table, phone carefully clutched in her hand directly above her face as she scrolled down to look through her notifications. Weather advisories, a few phone company messages, an invite to some kid's birthday party. With a groan, she dropped her arm to her side, turning her head sideways to face the glass windows. Was this what her life was being reduced to?Bzzt. A sudden rush of delight flooded through her as the girl lifted the phone back up, nearly dropping it. This was going to be great, this was a message from a friend or a cute guy or something, and she was going to get out there and have a good ti- Loan payments due Tuesday. Staring at her phone in disbelief, she rolled off the table, stuffing the device into her back pocket. This was not how she was going to spend her Sunday.
It never did occur to her to take a moment to think about why people called her crazy.
And she didn't stop to think when her auburn hair flew out in the wind as she slammed her apartment door closed behind her and sprinted down the street, rounding a corner before skidding to a stop in front of one very particular door. Particular as in random. After a brief moment of looking at the door, she leaned her back against the wall by it. Who lived here again? Well as long as it wasn't Ululare, she couldn't possibly see how this could go bad. With the back of a somewhat decently manicured hand, she knocked the door lightly. "Hey babe, want to go on an adventure?"
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""/REV WHY REV NOShe didn't think Ululare liked her much after she ruined his day by trying to get him to have a little fun, but the fae padded over anyways, slowing to a stop by Tessa. Flicking an ear at the wolf's announcement, her pale grey gaze flickered over towards Darkknight. Win, he liked to be called? Curiosity flooded through her eyes as she watched him silently. Why had Ululare gone out to Hawkclan? Business negotiations or was he captured himself? Either way, things didn't look too bright for the lion.
Shifting into a seated position, the alabastrine offered the captive a half hearted smile. "The more you talk back to him the more he'll hurt you, babe." It wasn't a warning, he'd be able to tell by her more-so half attentive tone, more of just a stated fact.
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""// kind of haha
i brought her back like two days ago & i miss blues too <3At Dark's reactions to her wlrds, she smiled to herself in a kind of ironic, amused way. Not many people caught up in his situation let fear or pain take over them, but she couldn't even see through him. From experience alone she knew he must feel something, but not a drop of dismay was floating around on that stoic, arrogant expression. He kind of reminded her of Cainsmark. At his response she nearly let out a small laugh, but she bit down on her lip to conceal it. Didn't need to give Ululare more reason to try and murder her. Evil, all kinds of grumpy, same difference. She wasn't typically into being friendly with the enemy, but you wouldn't find a soul like the lion's just wandering around on the border. Her eyes briefly flickered towards Russiansoldier for a moment as his unfamiliar voice rang out, following his momentary gaze to Darkknight's captor before they returned to him. If he was going to try and break the guy out, he was going to have a hard time. Not that she was suspicious. Or would do anything if he did. Curious kitten she was, and it was probably going to get her killed (again) someday.
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""@yakan ofc bb <3
do you have a clan or what they could do in mind?
bc if you don't i'm going to hit you in the pms with all sorts of ideas@world sure, i'll make a thread tomorrow morning
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""She loved her limelight. From the way she carried herself to that movie star-like grin always dancing on her lips, you could tell by just a look that she was no shy person. So when all the snow came falling down on what wastelands Bloodclan had moved to, she was just a tad bit annoyed that she was the same color as the snow. Camo. Lovely.She liked to think that they all had some sort of purpose in the universe, as much as it seemed to godawfully hate her -- even if that purpose was to just f*ck sh*t up. She was well versed in that. It was all so familiar, overwhelming fear and pain that ran through her systems and a dull emptiness that blotted out all the colors in the world. It killed her. Quite literally. Or, she killed her. Or was it Belphegor? Trash? The whole situation was still agonizing to think about, and she thinks she might go insane if she spent too much time on it. But even if it wasn't in her mind, it was on her body, the scars and purple kisses and blood from the fall still streaked down her skin. The snow didn't exactly help with the pain, but what it did do was make Nekros more visible, as he was in fact not the same color as it.
As her eyes settled on the angel, she slowed to a stop. She'd seem conflicted for a moment, debating whether to continue on or to just hightail it out of there. Nekros, was it? The guy that controlled the dead? She figured she'd die to curiosity someday. Might as well be today. "Big fan of the cold, babe?" The alabastrine's voice broke out, joking and lighthearted, and if the angel looked, he'd see Faux pad up towards him, a charming curve on her lips.
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""As a pair of pupilless black eyes opened and stared back at her, she noticed that she didn't feel too disturbed. They were the same as the hellhounds'. Malkyn's entire pack had those eyes. As he spoke, her attention shifted again, and she cocked her head slightly in curiosity. Simply isolation and the cold. She briefly wondered why he was willing at all to tell her that, but thinking back on his joining, Nekros did seem to be pretty open about himself and whatever magic he used. Her thoughts were interrupted when he spoke up again, and confusion flooded through her pale grey eyes. What? "I'm...alright." She spoke, almost undecisively. She'd typically respond with some witty, teasing phrase about being a big girl now or something, but the question seemed to catch her off guard.Her attention flickered like a hummingbird, but this guy was full of surprises. There was black gas on the ground. Were those his pawsteps? Her gaze traveled back to Nekros. What was he made of? Shifting slightly, she bit her lip, letting out a soft, almost nervous laugh. "Do you usually do that to impress peop-" He bit her. With a small yelp, the leopardess sprang away from him, shock in her eyes. Did-did he just bite her? She was about to say something when she realized that the stinging and pain had disappeared from her bones, a gentle kind of cold spreading over her skin. That was seriously freaky. "What the f*ck did you-how?"
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"" Touma ooh, like that whole movie thing of 'I know a person'? Sounds great !!
would you like a meeting thread?[hr]