Posts by ATROXA P. G. M.

then again macarona is always afraid
small and gay and afraid

U can do it phantom

you shouldn't be! i like your art a lot ;o;

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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] The instant Luca left, Macarona felt whatever small shred of hospitality Skyclan had offered her being dragged off with him. In his place was Frightfur who, though his eyes did not show it, his voice sure as hell did. The way he spoke, snorted, and stared at her caused the angel to take a few quivering steps back. She didn't like him. She didn't like him at all. Her first thought was that she wanted Rawberry or... or someone she trusted here, but alas. She was left with absolutely no one. Kiipcha just barely managed to make her feel any better, she was too focused on staring in the direction of the seemingly pissed off alabaster tomcat in front of her.

"I-I-- D-don't know Derrick," Her eyes were beginning to well up with tears. Her voice was hair-thin and shaking almost twice as much as her legs were. "N-N-Nighttales is... h-he's okay-- M-maybe? I--I mean he- he seems n-nice--" The angel found herself stumbling backwards again and lightly knocking her knees together. She drew in a sharp breath to try and stop herself from bursting into hysterics right then and there on the spot. Frightfur. Frightfur was a very, very fitting name given the scare he'd dealt her. Ah, fuck it. She couldn't help the tears that suddenly spilled out of her eyes and the shallow little whimper that followed. "I-I-I'msorry!"

The third 'arrival' basically rubbed salt, vinegar and lemon into an already stinging wound. She simply showed up, glared at her, and then turned around with a harrumph as if Macarona had just insulted her entire family and/or slaughtered them mercilessly. There was a pretty good reason as to why Macarona wasn't the most social of butterflies, and this was one of them. Scary people who were angry and probably wanted to hurt her.

She almost jumped out of her skin when Cottonfawn came sauntering up behind her and basically gave Frightfur a small lecture. She let out a shaky sigh of relief and instantly moved to press herself lightly against Cotton. She pulled her wings a little closer to her face in the usual, protective manner she always did and sniffled just a little bit. The spaniel was sure to cast Malkyn a thankful little glance- at least the scary kitsune wasn't angry with her. "... S-sorry, a-again." Who was she apologizing to? She had no goddamn idea.

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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] Why Macarona was still hanging around, she wasn't sure. Perhaps she felt bad. Like, she felt as if she needed to give them all the benefit of the doubt or a second chance... even if they were scary. The spaniel mutt had been idly wandering around the territory when her eyes fell upon an unfamiliar figure in the distance. She swallowed down whatever anxiety she could and decided to will herself forward to greet this stranger. As she approached, she gradually ducked her head down in an almost submissive display. She didn't want to risk setting this newcomer off, not in the least. Words mulled around in her head for a few minutes and before she could even open her mouth to ask his business and name, he answered both questions himself.

"Ah, um..." Her voice was fleeting, as usual. "W-Welcome, then..! To, ah, Skyclan. ... M-My name's Macarona," She was constantly peering over her shoulder as if expecting that scary Frightfur guy to come forward and hurt her. "it's nice to meet you, Coruscatepaw."

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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] Everyone was so friendly, it... really helped to calm her down a little. Macarona felt some of her confidence slowly return as she stood up a little straighter and mouthed quiet hellos to those who came wandering up to greet her and welcome her into Colouredclan. It was when Nighttales arrived that she let out a quiet peep of alarm and whipped around to face the leader. She let out a sheepish giggle in response to his comment and lightly ruffled her wings. Ah, she already felt her cheeks heating up.

"... R-Right. I'm... I'm sorry for being so jumpy," The canine said with a light nod of her head. "I-I think I'm alright for the most part, th-though... Thank you, Nighttales."

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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] Skyclan was... very different than Colouredclan. Here, she was met with genuine smiles and concern and actual hospitality and even a little love. On the flip side in Skyclan, she was only there for so long before she had a good three to four members glaring daggers at her. Two of them she had no idea why- they both looked and sounded offended by her very existence.

The third, however, clearly had some beef with her other home. He was.. really scary, if she was going to put it lightly. He had metal paws, a big white body, blue eyes, and the way he talked about people as kind as Nighttales and this supposed Derrick fellow... it made her uncomfortable.

The canine drew her wings a bit closer to her body and let a small whine slip past her lips. His name was befitting of how he made her feel. She felt frightened out of her very fur. Frightfur. Part of her was tempted to ask Nighttales why this serval was so angry and bitter, but the other part decided against it. Instead, the angel was idly exploring biome three- a very red place indeed. She was pushing her way through some of the territory and getting a good look at what was safe and what wasn't. She had to get her mind off of Frightfur somehow.

She had to.

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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] Ayyy so! I need some plots n' threads with Macarona here. I was thinking of having her leave at first because of how scared she was of everyone, but I thought some development could come out of it. She's an extremely jumpy lesser angel who has some serious confidence issues. She's striving to be stronger buuuut that's not working out too well.

She's open to pretty much everything but rape and romance, though! Go buck wild with her. She also had a dual-membership in Colouredclan.

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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] Macarona had been feeling... guilty for the first impressions she made of people at her joining. Pehaps they were just in a bad mood or something? Knowing that Cottonfawn was here, though, was enough to calm the already nervous spaniel's nerves a little bit. Malkyn's presence made things better, as well. "Uh- Meet a-and greet and a, um, question and answer session w-with me." She weakly mumbled out, "I'm... Macarona. I-I have a dual-membership w-with Colouredclan, s-so... D-Don't mind that scent."

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but ofc child

i went on the gray garden wiki and this happened and now im laughing way too hard

also heLLO VINNY

I don't see why not to both! o;
she comes from a place where angels and demons are totally equal so she'd probably be a little confused

tbh macarona is scared of like
90% of skyclan so far so probably

pls give her happy dreams she needs them

whispers
anyone want threads with this poor lil bab
i have a horrible plot in mind for her

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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] The first arrival made her blood run icy cold. Macarona tensed up and bit back the urge to yipe in surprise, though her fear was evident. She stared, bug-eyed, at the mutilated male and eventually swallowed back any whimpers that threatened to loose themselves from her throat. He was scary. Really, really scary. "A-ah--" She shook her head and tried to steady her breathing. She was okay. Safe. Okay and safe. She was fine. He was a clanmate, he couldn't hurt her. Hell, if he tried to eat her that wouldn't be a first. Rawberry was the cause of the ghastly scars that marred her body. She'd left them there whilst she attempted to rip Macarona limb from limb and swallow her whole. "I-If-- If you want to share a joke, I-I don't mind!" The spaniel squeaked out hastily, before listening to his name.

He asked another question- something about what sorta thing she liked to do. "I-I-- I mean, I like plushies and... gr-grappling is fun, too..." Whoa, did the resident tearful weenie just admit to liking fighting? Yep. Although, she did it more for sport and in good nature- she didn't want to actually hurt anyone. 'Course, Desirare suddenly showed up and she had a sinking suspicion the angrier clanmate would take what she said the wrong way and twist it into something else. "Sp-spring," She answered simply. "It's better for flying." She affirmed with a light nod.

Then came Drugstore. Favorite animal? "Bunnies!" Aw, how enthusiastic. she seemed relatively excited to answer that one, probably because she had like. A ton of little rabbit plushies at her disposal and the like. She was pretty eager to hear his next question, though her eagerness kind of... died before she could even enjoy it. Her expression warped into a light frown and she dropped to her paws again, her wings drooping down slightly.

"Also, I hope SkyClan has been treating you well?"

Her first instinct was to outright say "No, no it's not." It wasn't out of spite or anything of the sort, it was simply how she felt. Her joining thread was far from delightful. Most of the people who had gathered there treated her with a relatively high amount of scorn and disapproval, and it even pushed her to damn tears. The angel merely shook her head in response to his question and let a weak smile worm its way onto her face.

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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 lifted her head upward and lightly turned to look at Nighttales. She pondered his question for a few minutes, before she nodded weakly. "I-I'm doing alright," the canine admitted with a little twitch of the tip of her tail. "I-I'm just trying to get comfortable a-and... such." She said with a light little shrug of her shoulders and a soft hum. She glanced briefly at Sidewalkpaw, a weak little smile twitching onto her face. "... Hi, there." The spaniel said in a soft voice, and then her gaze was grabbed by Moonkit and she waved lightly at the other. Huh. Everyone was pretty chill here, weren't they?

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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 needed to do this kind of stuff too, honestly. The spaniel limped forward and offered Vol a tiny little smile and a light shuffle of her wings. He was... a bit intimidating, to say the least. Then again, everyone was intimidating to Macarona. "... H-Hi," She began with a little huff. "I'm Macarona. ... It's l-lovely to meet you."

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curtaincall. wrote:

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also i would but i'm away for the next like.. four days lmao

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i'm glad one person is ok with me completely wrecking macarona ; )

& reefy stop having a life pls
come back to us
ily

ALSO HI GUYS I'm awake

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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] Crap.

Macarona was no medic. She was an angel, yes, but not a medic. The canine fearfully came scrambling over and instantly attempted to catch Sidewalkpaw as she collapsed to the side. "G-G-Get her somewhere, um, um--" She was tripping and falling over her words, though that was to be expected. She was in both a panic and trying to rack her mind for some basic medical knowledge. "Somewhere safe. I-it's... We should move her somewhere s-so if she falls, she doesn't get hurt, y-yeah?" She wasn't used to sounding authoritative in the least. Normally, she'd just kind of cry a little bit and that was that.

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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] "You... You don't need to be so mean, you know."

Macarona was timid and skittish as all hell, but there was a certain thing that broke her out of that shell. That being unnecessary rudeness or distrust. Desirare had been nothing but rude and snarky to just about everyone and, as far as the spaniel was concerned, that kind of behavior was rather distasteful. The angel approached Jesse and took a seat near the little cowboy. Her gaze snapped upwards and toward Desi once more, a disapproving look in her eyes. "I'm Macarona." She introduced herself with a sheepish little smile. "I-I'm new, too."

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