Posts by Frightfur Seraphim M. !

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I went ahead and made the thread for ya~

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]hhhgnn like wales accents and british accents, too uhh-hmm, I mean, bye guys!! I won't be on til much later today bc reasons!

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Frightfur appraoched with a confused smile at the older kit's sneaky movement and it took a few whole moments for her to realize the necklace he carried. Perhaps he didn't want anyone to know that he really liked jewelry and that was the cause of the sneakiness. "I think he may want us to be quiet about it," she said slowly. He was obvisouly hiding something with movemnt like that. She certianly didn't recognize whose stone necklace it was and Frighty owned no jewelry, save the bedazzled 'Bite Me' collar that she always wore.

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Frightfur looked surprised to find the two eerily similar canines near the border as she came a little closer, metal paws clicking against the ground like clockwork. In reality, she had known they had arrived. The spirit had seen it through her otherworldly senses from far within the pastel village and had come running since then even though teleportation had also been an option. Like usual, she felt self conscious about the metal spike that jutted from her chest and pins in her tail, the robotic forelegs, too, were unnerving. Her collar with the bedazzled 'Bite Me' was the least of her worries when considering things that would embarrass her. She came to a halt, giggling. "Oh! You two look alike... and dumbfounded. Have you never seen Colouredclan?" she asked with a glow in her doe eyes,"First things first, I'm Frightfur around here. Do you both have names?"

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"Woah! Woah! Don't upset him!" Frighty called to Scout and the others. What had they all not got about staying quiet? Donald Trump had to be a busy man and he couldn't talk to everyone. She was only here to ask him a few questions, that was all.

The serval stumbled over near the chihuahua, cringing at and dodging the bottle of hairspray thrown in her general direction,"Err, I am not to be called baby, but, Mr. Donald Trump, sir, I have to ask you some questions. Like an interview, I'm sure you are familiar. Umm...first question... What is one solution that you would suggest for 'world peace?'" After all, this tiny dog was a famous politicianish-like person and it would be fire to get his opinion on such an impossible matter.

//what have i done!! xD

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Frightfur glanced at the tiny robot with flashing pink lights that came into the home. It was a wonder how watchful she normally was, but with her being partially mechanical as well, she simply shrugged and stayed out of its way for now likely feeling attached to the other robot. "That's right! Only for girls!" Frightfur's drawling voice came from just within the doorway to address Fuze and Nighttales. Once inside, Frighty instantly nicked a bowl of chips and began to snack on them. She glanced around for the other girls. "What're we doing first?" she asked with a raised brow.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]I always wanted to visit London... maybe someday, maybe someday

Also, greetings new ppl! I am Yeti or Yetin or Yetinsane (if ya want to be proper). I am a stubborn piece of trash who plays charries who are also trash. I caaannn be friendly when I want to if i have to and otherwise I will complain. Like right now... Who else is having an annoying problem?

Guess who? Yeti is. Was the site down earlier? All my updated threads are gone and I don't know how I'm gonna find them again. The server change is still killing me, urrk

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]That's right!
Frightful ship names for everybody...

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Smoke. That was what hit her nose before anything else that morning. Probably soon to be a morning she wouldn't forget. The little servaline critter sat up from her nap and took a look around the area via super senses. The place was on fire? Wasn't there enough water around the village to keep it safe? Yet, the trees burned and tongues of fire licked down the vegetation and dissolved them like saliva did cotton candy. Is anyone else seeing this...this catastrophe, perhaps? the spirit sent telepathically to all those who would allow their minds to receive the message. She cowered where she was, however, despite seemingly unmoved.

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Ha, do you want to die? I'm coming over, the cheery air of the telepathic message sent again and Frightfur was on the move. It only took a small reassurance from someone else, even Yuri, to get her to move or begin to do anything useful. She traveled there partially, watching the billowing smoke with soundless awe. When the trek became too hard for her current tiny body and she felt pressed for time, she teleported to a nearby patch of ground near the Commander, breathing quickly.

The flames were very hot here and she could feel the heat through her thin white fur. Her metal forelegs felt instantly like they were on fire and she moved them uncomfortably in response. Could the metal melt? She wondered. She prayed it wouldn't since it was taking place of her skin. "Well, I'm no firefighter," she said with raised brows and a frown toward the destruction. She was seriously reconsidering coming so near to the flames now that she noticed that she had no plan as to what to do about it.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Yeah, I brought Donald Trump here, heh

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]there we go, yea, that's right!

make colouredclan great again...

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]^yesss!! Maximum confusion pls!

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Ouch...her fat? Who did Yuri think he was talking to? The little lady narrowed her eyes at the striped tabby. "I'm not fat. But...I wanted to..." to eat the whole cake? She couldn't say that aloud. Not after she was called fat. But then a miraculous thing happened. Her boi Shia Labeouf appeared.

The little dragon was a godsend at the moment and the message was clear. She could eat this cake should she want to or ever want to again. The little swinging dance of his paws was...uncomfortable but had her laughing all the same. Feeling reassured, she would cast a wave at the dragon of encouragement. Now this little girl knew what she had to do: eat this cake. All of cake.

She waved as if the wanted the others to go away. "No cake for you...or you...or any of you. I don't share. Besides, did you not hear? I CAN DO IT!" she drawled with a playful bat of her green eyes. Without further warning, she stuck a paw in the top of the cake and began to paw the cake into her mouth nonchalantly (but likely very unladylike and probably unattractively.)

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]Frightfur came over to listen to the ceremonies. She tried her best to not appear too interested, but the curious look on her face betrayed her. So she sat with her ears layed back on her head and staring.

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Perfect. Blue was perfect like her bear. She picked up the nervous twitch from Lucien as she asked about strange habits. It occurred to her that is was sorta personal, but if she was gonna stay then should should know about things like sleepwalking and midnight snacking. However, he never said anything about any habits, so she simply assumed he was free of them. She nodded enthusiastically,"Great! I fall asleep in random places at random times and sometimes I sing to myself and then sometimes I just don't get up in the morning either," she said as she moved closer to the winged tom. OCD was fine. She understood some mental ticks and if that helped make things tidy then she didn't have a problem.

"Then you're the lucky winner! I'll be you're roommate, uh, until you kick me out, I guess," she said brightly to Lucien. Hopefully, she wouldn't be a terrible burden to the quiet healer, but only time would tell. She glanced about restlessly and put a paw above her eyes as if to block the sun and peered around, wondering idly just which direction of town the house would be.

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Oh? Painting claws... Fright looked down to her own claws. The thick blue spikes weren't curled like a normal feline's and neither were they retractable. They were made of steel. It perhaps wouldn't be a terrible idea to paint them, but then would the metal rust while trying to wash the paint off? Wouldn't her claws, paws, forelegs and all just rust at some point anyway?

"My claws are strange so I may pass of painting them. They are already blue though, so that's nice. We could try charades?" she said between chewing a chip. She felt like Sidewalkpup wasn't completely informed on what girl parties were like, but neither was she, so she couldn't judge.

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The girl swallowed slowly under the two canid's gazes. They didn't seem cruel but she felt their...fear? Awe? Wonder? Whatever it was she detected ever so slightly in their eyes when they looked at her made her feel disgusting. Did she really look that disgusting? She fought the answer. Of course she did. She looked like a serial killer cutie and even the body she appeared as was possessed.

"Well, hiya, Kaden, Andrew! Good to know you are fancying the place. Especially since you'll live here now. Umm, there are better people to ask for directions than me and better people to ask about how things work around here, too," she said. It wasn't that she doubted her abilities, she was lazy and not lying. She was not the most useful when it came to plenty of things and knowing all about Colouredclan was one of them.

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Frightfur approached, mostly at the bark of Yuri voice but she had other ways of paying attention, mainly by watching with super senses. The freakish servaline monster sneaked over with a grin. "Oh! I know him!" she said with a point of one metallic paw. It was Andrew, that large dog that had come over to join recently. He still appeared to be in the process of understanding the landscape of the clan. Hmm, and he had a look alike, too. She glanced around, wondering where that one was. Finally, she came to a slithering halt by Yuri and the German shepard.

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Fright skipped to the border like nobody's business. It wasn't everyday someone smelling so strange and so like...The Exiles...came to their border. Especially not to join. Well, there was that one guy. What was his name...Underfell? Yeah! He did simliar. The mechanical sevaline cat strode up and waved a metallic paw. "Alright, Sylwia, you can join us. I'm called Frightfur, if it matters. Why're you coming here when you seem like the Exiles is your home...or used to be," she said with a drawl in her slightly cheery way of speaking.

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