Posts by ATROXA P. G. M.

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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;]anything could happen in this scary scary world
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] The most Macarona ever sang was during lullabies or something. She was a soft spoken little dear who wasn't one to sing songs of this nature, though that didn't mean she didn't appreciate the effort. It wasn't like the little tribune could play the guitar or anything, anyway! Macarona sat down near the other male and listened with a light little smile on her maw as a tired hum began to rise in the back of her throat. It was... Nice to be able to get around and walk again- it gave her ample time to catch up on things she'd missed. Sure, one of her forelegs were still mangled due to Rawberry's attack, but she was steadily getting better.

"... H-How long've you been playing..?" Mac piped up after some time- she didn't want to interrupt the other male. Her head tilted lightly to the side. It was a little rusty, but not bad at all..! She had a soft spot for lower voices, really.

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Because I've been slow with her.

She's open to anything but like... being murdered. If you wanna hurt/torture her at all, feel free but yeep.

She's also open to friendships and some enemies, but not romance bc she's taken in that departmnet.

kicks leg up
i'm not sure what he could do but macarona is small and pure and innocent so
corrupt her maybe

slides up
hey impy
(;

YES YES SHE CAN
bring adoptive auntie breakdance in

capture, preferrebly!
or torture
tbh i need to get some muse back for macarona so whichever works

[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;]anything could happen in this scary scary world
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] There were a lot of new faces she wasn't entirely familiar with and, given the fact that she was slowly healing up, she figured now was a better time than ever to speak up and try to get to know the in crowd again. Rawberry had been missing for quite some time which was... extremely worrisome, but she digressed. Perhaps she was just out visiting Raspbel or something. The nervous little tribune shook her head from side to side before she took a seat up on her own and let out a whooshing sigh. Her eyes carefully traveled across the scars that lined her forelegs and the gaping, heart-shaped and still healing wound on her shoulder.

Hopefully no one asked about that.

"M-Meet and greet," The spaniel said softly. "Y-You can ask questions too, if you'd like. I-I don't mind."

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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;]anything could happen in this scary scary world
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] She was having an awfully hard time being positive, herself. Hell, she was struggling to pull herself out of bed in the morning and even then that was disregarding the fact that she was still healing from an attack. She'd just been kind of... mopey, perhaps? A little downtrodden? Upset? Yeah, that sure explained it. The spaniel mutt was also having a considerable amount of trouble sleeping at night, largely because of worry and because she was trying to wean herself off of snuggling stuffed animals before she went to bed.

Ah, the life and times of little Macarona were far from nice and happy. Quentin was probably the last person someone like her would want to talk to and she almost jumped out of her skin when he suddenly sat up. Macarona's good foreleg slipped out from under her and she was sent toppling to the ground with a little chorus of startled yipes and a soft whimper as she hit the ground with a thud. Go figure.

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] Macarona came trotting over next. "... Wh-Who, um... Are you? I-I don't think we've met..." Mac mumbled. This was a horrible track post, basically.

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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;]anything could happen in this scary scary world
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] Oh. Oh, this guy was really, really scary.

Macarona felt her knees lock up a little as a soft, nervous whimper managed to worm its way out of the back of her throat. She stared at Nos for a few seconds before blinking the tears out of her eyes and shaking her head clear of any muddled thoughts. She was good. She was fine. He was a clanmate. All was chill. "M-Macarona! I'm... Macarona." She informed him with a hasty nod of her head and a quiet sigh. Ugh. This was stressful and a bad idea. She felt so scared and on edge when Rawberry wasn't around- she felt all weak and defenseless and... Oh, if only she was stronger. The angel let a quiet sigh pass her lips before Bruce grabbed her attention and she tensed up.

She didn't dislike him. She just... didn't like what he'd said about Rawberry. At all. The demon was nothing like he thought she was- she was safe. She was different than Cranber or whoever had possessed her before. There was no relation between the two of them, there wasn't! Rawberry was still in there and she was sure of it! Luckily, his question wasn't very hard to answer. "I've been better," Macarona admitted with a sheepish little giggle, "but I c-can walk again, and... my shoulder doesn't hurt as much, so I suppose I'm getting better..!"

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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;]anything could happen in this scary scary world
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] Scarclan... was scary.

It had been since she'd joined, but the absence of Rawberry only made it worse. She didn't like being left all alone like this, really. She was also worried sick about the aforementioned demon and had a sneaking suspicion that she'd run off somewhere or... something. Oh, who knew. The little tribune had left without much of a trace in the middle of the night- she didn't want to draw too much attention. She'd gathered up a good amount of her stuffed animals and taken them along with her for the long journey ahead. She had... no idea where she was going.

With a shuddering breath and a shallow little whine, Macarona whimpered out a quiet goodbye and set off into the night. She pulled a particular teddy bear a little closer to herself as she pushed through the rocky terrain towards a much more... colorful place.

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guess who's back (back)
back again (gain)
goochi's back (back)
tell a friend (friend)

hi i used to play freckles

CURTAIN FINALLY GOT HER WARRIOR NAME AND I DIE
also im writing up mac's joining thread oops

rawberry can just wander into her joining thread
it can be an
EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER

HELLO KIDS

[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;]anything could happen in this scary scary world
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] Her legs hurt. Sure, it was natural for almost every joiner to have sore legs and a shortness of breath when they've traveled a long distance, but Macarona's pain was amplified a considerable amount. The little spaniel mutt had a pretty severe limp in her right foreleg thanks to the still-healing wound on her shoulder and the pretty severe break it had sustained a few months ago. The attack was still... rather fresh in her mind, though. And how ironic was it that she wasn't necessarily afraid of her attacker in the slightest. If anything, she was... blatantly in love with her attacker. She could look past the fact that it was Rawberry who had attacked her, which a lot of Scarclanners didn't seem to understand.

Bruce's words were still playing back in her mind- that people change. His implications were starting to ring... sort of true in her mind, perhaps. She was starting to believe what he had said- that Rawberry had changed. It'd been a long while since she'd saw the pink demon, so could you really blame her for losing hope so quickly? The angel had a teddy bear held tightly between her teeth and a little bag of stuffed animals and other things slung over her shoulder- she looked kinda' like a hobo when she came hobbling up to the border like this.

Not that it was surprising in the slightest, but her eyes were drawn back and wide with apparent fear. She was pretty shaken by traveling that far all by herself, you know? There were lots of scary things that were out there and could hurt her, and she wasn't too keen on being killed or anything. Not today, at least. The spaniel dragged herself a little closer to the border and eventually found herself almost collapsing to the ground with a shallow wheeze and a quiet whimper. She could only hope the residents here were friendly.

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frecklES
IDK
I LOST SOME MUSE BUT I MAY END UP BRINGING HER BACK??
maybe.
idk
for now have mac
she's tiny and needs love

[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;]anything could happen in this scary scary world
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] Ahhh, the last time she'd gone to join a clan she at least had Rawberry there to do most of the talking. Everyone here seemed nice enough, though Macarona couldn't help but be a wee bit on edge. The canine pressed her lips together and drew her wings a little closer to her body to try and relax herself a bit before she dropped her mouth open to speak. At first, nothing but a shaky little whine escaped her, but later on she managed to tie some words together.

One of them was a goldfish, one of them was a serval, and the other a feline. Okay. She'd be okay. The angel focused on relaxing her nerves and overall being a little stronger before she finally decided to speak. "I-I'm-- Macarona. If..." She paused to catch her breath and properly tie together a sentence. "I-if you... Don't mind, I'd like to stay here. ... J-join, m-maybe? I, um, used to live in Scarclan." Did that matter? No, probably not. The spaniel chewed idly at her lip and pulled the teddy bear she'd been carrying a bit closer to her chest. It was evident now that the anxious little canine was shaking in her damn metaphorical boots.

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[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] She'd recently joined Colouredclan, but she figured Skyclan was worth looking at. Perhaps it was the aspect of angels being taken into account is what beckoned the little lesser angel. 'Course, she still approached on shaky and nervous legs as she trotted forward. She still had one of her teddy bears with her for comfort, 'course. Again, there was no Rawberry here to reassure her that everything was okay and that nothing scary was going to happen. She didn't like that at all. "... Um... M-Macarona, I'm here to join. ... I-if that's okay!" The anxious little angel sputtered out.

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[fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;]anything could happen in this scary scary world
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px;][justify]* *[fancypost bgcolor= color; border: 0px solid black; color: transparent; float: left; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/eJdQX9K.png); height: 92px; width: 70px;][/fancypost] The first arrival she was alright with. She was anxious, of course, but mostly alright. It was the second arrival that spooked her, if only because of the look she was given. A nervous little whine rose up from the back of her throat as she hastily sputtered out "Th-that'd be nice," in reference to the directions to their camp. The other asked if she had left Colouredclan, and she... gave her head a little nod. "I'm... A d-dual membership, if that's alright." Macarona said hastily. Ah, lovely. She was a lot more spooked here than she was at Colouredclan.

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