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  • winter's bane / open

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    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * "E-Eek..." Was all Macarona managed to say when she approached. This newcomer, although she appeared friendly, was horrifying to the angel. Her wings were pulled defensively toward her body and her jaw was clenched as she shuffled closer to Dawn and Daphne, her reddish eyes stretched wide. The question- where she was- rang in Macarona's ears. After a few minutes of helplessly stuttering and tripping over her words, the timid angel managed to blurt out 'Sc-Scarclan.'


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  • WE CAN PRETEND ! ( p - rawberry

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    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * It was strange that Rawberry had so much energy, sometimes. Strange, but remarkable at the same time. The spaniel found an awkward smile working its way onto her face as the pink female rushed into her house and was out just seconds later. Macarona let out a soft little 'eep!' in response to the little shove toward the door, and it was worth noting that her face heated up even more than last time. Jeez, Macarona. You're gonna melt at this point, calm down! Just act casual. Act cool. Be chill. ... She had no chill, who was she kidding? The angel stumbled into Rawberry's room and scooted to the side just a little to let the other in.


    "B-But wouldn't a picnic have to be outside..?" The little spaniel mumbled to herself as she shook her head from side to side and got a good look at Rawberry's room. It... Whoa. Whoa. Where Yosafire's room was filled with flowers to the point it was suffocating, Rawberry's was pink. Her gaze drifted across the pink wonderland and it eventually landed on her stuffed animals. So that's where they went! She let out a soft whimper and felt the urge to surge forward and just kinda sit in the pile of stuffed animals and make herself all comfortable, but she quickly decided against it. She was... past that. Mostly. Kind of.


    She may or may not have slipped one or two teddy bears into her room that she still snuggled with when she was really antsy or anxious. It wasn't that often! Maybe... six days a week or something. Especially with demons around, she found herself really scared at night and felt like she had to surround herself with a small army of stuffed critters to feel better. Macarona forced herself to look away from her plushies and instead directed her attention to the sweets she'd made, and then back to Rawberry.


    "Um," Aha. How did she make this less awkward. "I... I'm s-sorry but, I didn't... bring any caterpillars with the sweets o-or anything." She shivered a little when she said the word 'caterpillar', but that was that. Bugs. Eugh. She'd never get over how nasty they were.


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  • little bird ( o + mortally wounded

    // i mean assuming macarona's gonna be McFucking Rekt'd she's gonna need medical attention.


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    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * She was back.


    At least, Macarona assumed she was. Just the slightest expression of Rawberry- not Cranber- but Rawberry showing up was enough for the spaniel's hopes to soar. Rawberry was back. She was back, she was safe, and she hopefully would never, ever leave again. Macarona wasn't entirely sure how she'd take being away from Rawberry for that long again, she'd basically relapsed back into hiding in her room surrounded by stuffed animals. Or, rather, she had one or two teddy bears she had to hug and snuggle up to in order to sleep comfortably. BUt, now that Rawberry was back, she could be brave again, right? SHe could be strong. Prove her worth. Show everyone that Macarona wasn't a force to be reckoned with.


    The spaniel had been instructed to meet Rawberry out on a rather pretty cliff side. Rather, the angel had excitedly invited her demon companion out on a picnic that she'd prepared. She'd made plenty of sweets, and even... well, she even went out of her way to collect a few bugs for Rawberry if she wanted to snack on any of those! Even though it was gross and the sight of a basket full of wriggling caterpillars was enough to make the angel squirm, it was worth it. Rawberry deserved to be treated kindly at this little... welcome back party the angel had set up. She was shifting anxiously on her picnic blanket and looking over her shoulder near constantly, searching for a sign that Rawberry would be showing up soon.


    ... She had something to tell her, really. Something pretty important. Extremely important. All of that time with Rawberry gone, it really got Macarona thinking. It gave her time to realize how... How her feelings for Rawberry surpassed the feelings she felt for other friends. It felt like it was something a lot, lot more than just platonic. She'd been afraid to think it was romantic simply out of fear of both rejection and the possibility of completely ruining the friendship she and Rawberry had, but today? Today she was going to be confident. She was going to be bold. She was going to tell her outright, just let it spill and let her know how she really felt.


    She had to. She had to. It'd been eating her up for so long and this situation it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. They'd be alone, together, enjoying themselves, the sun would be setting soon... Ahh, it could be like a corny scene from a romantic movie or something! The spaniel mutt gave a soft whimper of apprehension as she stared down at her feet and waited, almost impatiently, for Rawberry to arrive.


    She'd no idea what she was in for.


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  • it's clobberin' time ! ( o

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    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * Truth be told, the little loyalist wasn't expecting an audience at all. When Frenchfry suddenly spoke up, she promptly dropped the stick she'd been practicing with and let out a high-pitched gasp of alarm. Her wings fluffed out and her eyes went wild and misted with tears. She was frozen in shock for a few seconds, but gradually found herself relaxing. He... was asking her to do it again. She blinked stupidly at the Jersey Devil a few times as she tried to... well, find her voice. She barely managed to squeak out "U-Umm--" when there was another snap.


    She leaped away from the sound of the breaking branch and stared in the direction of the itchy-gummed hyena. She was ... so, so jumpy. It was sad, really. She let out a long exhale and let her shoulders relax a little bit, before her attention was grabbed by Cottonfawn. She blinked at the other male and let the weakest of smiles pull onto her face. "... I'd, ah, love to! I haven't grappled in a while, but, um... It's good practice, right?" The little spaniel said with the tiniest nod of her head. She decided to lower her head toward the ground then and drop into a bit of a fighting stance, as if to motion for the Peacekeeper to come forward.


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  • it's clobberin' time ! ( o

    [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; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * Dalliance's words were... a little concerning, really. Cocaine? That wasn't... good, was it? She decided not to quesion him if only out of fear he'd throw a biting remark her way and push her to tears. Instead, she shifted her gaze to Cottonfawn and nodded. "A-Alright." She said softly.


    Macarona tensed up before she surged forward with the intents of throwing her forelimbs 'round Cotton's neck, and twisted her head in a way that she hoped to push against his face and keep his "teeth" away from her. He was a bit bigger, so. Shit's rough.


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  • at night i think of yoUUUUUU / open, prank

    [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; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * A war? Nooo not a war! Not over this! Macarona stumbled away from the carnage of painty balloons, and her gaze flitted over to Zombie for a moment. ... Those definitely didn't look like birds to her, so she wasn't entirely sure what he was talking about with them being "tits".


    / so bad


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  • little bird ( o + mortally wounded

    [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; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * Macarona was a fool, wasn't she? She was a fool through and through, too trusting and too emotional. Rigatona, her kin, had been the opposite. She'd been a hardened, apathetic bitch who cared so little for the people around her it was almost laughable. It didn't matter what species they were- demon or angel, she didn't care for them. It was obvious that she was the kind of soldier people would want fighting for them in a time where there was a literal race war going on. She was a ruthless creature, and commonly beat up her own allies when she was in a bad mood. It was so strange how such a violent and sadistic spirit could have been reincarnated in the form of dear, sweet, naive Macarona.


    She was a little taken aback by the fact that Rawberry threw all of her weight onto her and actually let out an audible peep of discomfort in response, but said nothing much past that. That was normal, though. Rawberry was always a little dulled to the concept of personal space and the comfort of others. Honestly, the little spaniel mutt didn't mind being that close to the demon at all! She quite enjoyed the closeness, and expressed that by promptly pushing her nose into the other's cheek and letting the quietest of little giggles pass her lips. The little angel shuffled her wings a few times and awkwardly shifted in place as she tried to make herself a little more comfortable.


    "I... I missed you too, Rawberry." The little spaniel said with a smile. "I-It... It was really lonely without you, y-you know? I thought I'd never see you again..." She admitted, her voice seemed to be on the verge of cracking with raw emotion itself. She let out a soft, happy little whimper and scooted a little closer to the pink creature. It wasn't long before she felt her heart hammering away in her chest at a faster and faster pace still, and not long after that she felt her face growing hot. Ahah, right. She'd set this up not only to celebrate Rawberry's return, but to... to tell her something. Something pretty important.


    "I- um-- I had something I, uh, wanted to tell you." Her voice had dropped down to something of a serious note. The little angel gestured for Rawberry to come a little closer to her, and the cinnamon colored canine later found herself settling down on the picnic blanket she'd set out. Her eyes were currently fixated on the floor and she appeared to be on the verge of tears as she decided how she was to go about confessing her feelings for the other. She chewed at her bottom lip and gave a soft, nervous mumble of 'umm--' to try and clear her head. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she jerked her head upward and gave a nervous giggle.


    "It's- It's nothing bad! Please don't worry about that! It's... It's good! Good news."


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  • spider stew — open, yikes [minor gore tw]

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    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: 0px solid black; color: silver; font-size: 12px; width: 400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * "What's going o-"


    Nope, she never got to finish her question. Macarona came across the bloody spectacle before her and promptly froze up and was left rooted in place at the sight. Blood. There was so much blood. She felt sick, really really sick. She also felt like she needed to scream, or panic, or run, or cry- something like that. She was scared, naturally. Scared out of her wits. For someone whose love interest was a known cannibal, Macarona had quite the weak stomach. The angel opened and closed her mouth uselessly for a few seconds before she swallowed back another shriek that tried to escape her.


    "Wh-wh-what--- Why-- h-huh?!" She sputtered out, her eyes widened further as she took a stumbling step backwards. Her gaze lifted to Tetramine and she stared at the tigress, as if expecting some kind of story to go along with it. Gwenallian wasn't much help in this situation, though the spaniel wasn't goign to yell at her or anything. She was a bit too focused on not bursting into tears and sobbing like a damn baby.


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  • it's clobberin' time ! ( o

    [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; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * Ah, that was bad on her part. She hadn't been paying much attention to keeping her stomach and the lower part of her body protected. She was a little too focused on keeping her throat and chest out of harm's way, so much so that she'd completely neglected the vulnerability of her stomach. She took the kick to the gut and let out a soft huff in response to being kicked away. She landed on the ground and stumbled just a bit, but mostly regained her footing. Macarona was sure to unfurl her wings a bit to try and help with some balance and it wasn't long before she rushed forward again.


    Hopefully, she'd reach Cotton before he was fully prepared to react. She attempted to fake him out by surging forward head-on at first, before ducking to the left and attempting to swing her head upward and ram into the side of the male's head, hopefully knocking him off balance just a little. It was likely that she was being gentle, she didn't want to risk hurting anyone of course.


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  • breaking bones | o; m+g

    [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; text-transform: lowercase;][justify]* * Macarona had run into Studentpaw, but only on the basis of coming across dead and mutilated bodies ala Tetramine. The cocker spaniel mutt came up and sat in awkward silence as Caffeine and this newcomer chatted it up for a little while. She waited patiently for the conversation to come to a close before she warily trotted forward. As usual, her head was hung low and her wings were tucked firmly to her sides, an expression of submission if anyone'd ever seen it. She gave her tail the lightest wag and smiled meekly over at Student.


    "Sorry if I'm intruding," She started. Best not to offend the two of them, yeah? "I'm, ah, Macarona. ... It's nice to formerly meet you, Studentpaw." Her voice was, as usual, pretty shaky and nervous. If Studentpaw needed to lighten up, Macarona needed like. Three years of therapy and a lightbulb surgically implanted into her head for her to look light and not afraid of the world. How did this chick hang around with a cannibal, again? Who knew.


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