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  • Go see Alice in the palace to crumble || O; MAY CEREMONIES

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    Nothing could rain on Maykit's parade. It was her month at last, and she fully intended to make the most of it! The little feline skipped up to the meeting and sat somewhere near the back.
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  • TORW GUIDE && FAQ + HP REQUEST

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    mysterysong


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    Track, expect a joining oneshot.
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  • I thought it would last longer than this...(o, joining)

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    mysterysong


    [align=center][size=6pt]© counselor dreamíe[/size]
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    The world went-poof!
    Mysterysong had been in another place. Ar-something-clan. She had been running from Shagul. The Black Spiral Dancers. She had been tortured, she had escaped. She had run a long, long way. She had stopped. Hope was lost. Her wrist and a rusty nail had become acquainted. She had only just survived...probably? Maybe that was the reason she was floating here now? Was she dead? It would make sense. Her fur was pure, white as snow, no scars or bandages to see. She was wearing her white cloak, with the holes in for her crimson wings. They were fully feathered, functional and red from pigment, not blood. For once. She watched the cliffside scene below, peaceful and sunny. A month or so had passed, in this floating aether. She was unconscious for most of it. She had only just woken up a few hours ago, in fact! There had been enough time to look around, see the sights. She had felt an odd sense of urgency, but now she had finished she was calm. But I thought I was dead-!
    Oh, f***.
    All the pain came rushing back. Head injury. Sprained ankle. Broken wing. Broken tail. Wire scratches all over, some infected. And the grand finale, that wrist with the pulsing, open blood vessel. How she had coped with, she didn't know. But the world was becoming more vivid, her body more solid, gravity doing its job.
    And just like that, she had popped down on the ground.
    Mysterysong swayed.
    Mysterysong's paw gave way.
    Mysterysong collapsed on the ground, mind away with the fairies again.
    Bye-bye!
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  • LIBERTY IS INVALID ☆ premade siggies

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    Using!

  • I thought it would last longer than this...(o, joining)

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    mysterysong


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    One dark grey eye opened to look at the three figures. Mysterysong always seemed to wake up quickly after a personality swap. Just so she could realise she was back to being her scared and stuttering self. She looked first to the animal closest to her, a corgi. He seemed to be getting out some herbs from a bag. The second and third animals were standing further back, probably a bit confused about how she had ended up here, with no scent trail to anywhere. Mysterysong knew that if she tried to talk it probably wouldn't work. Still, I wonder what they call this place? To try and send the message that she was awake, Mysterysong just opened the other eye (wow, great view of the ground) and hoped someone would notice.
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  • misdirection!(joining)

    There was no one at the border.
    At least, that was what it seemed like.
    "Hello? I'm Lorry and I'd like to join this place!" The voice was male, a bit high but not childlike. It seemed to be coming from behind a tree. The only clue to the whereabouts of this voice was a hovering cluster of bracelets and a string that was probably meant to be a necklace. The bracelets were arranged in four separate stacks, around the same height, hovering a bit above each other. It was almost if they were attached to a set of invisible legs.
    Spoiler alert:they were.

  • misdirection!(joining)

    "Hello Pixel, Bastille, and...you." Lorry didn't know the name of the third person. It seemed Bastille and the other one could see him in a way that wasn't normal. Well, that was good! He hadn't terrified anyone. Also good. "Thanks for the welcome?" What should I say next? Are they going to ask why I'm like this? What do I tell them?
    The truth?

  • misdirection!(joining)

    Of course they were going to ask. It was his defining feature, in what perfect world wouldn't they? "It's a long, long, long story but the short answer is yes. I'm kinda stuck like this." Lorry shuffled his paws a bit, thinking about exactly how that had happened. The embarrassing thing was he didn't remember. All he remembered was a series of panicked thoughts and wanting to hide, more than anything he had ever wanted. So, he had. And then stayed like that. It was good that anything he wore still showed up, otherwise he would be completely invisible.

  • KNIGHTS OF EDEN CHATTING/PLOTTING THREAD -- THUNDERCLAN WELCOME

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    lorry!

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    hello humans! i'm valleyflower, aka valley, nice to meet you all! also, tracking.

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  • TAKE ME AWAY // open, human au

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    lorry!

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    Lorry didn't exactly belong here. Or anywhere. He had left his sleepy hometown as soon as he could, hitchhiking his way through the clans until he got tired of endless dry grass. The Knights of Eden was only his home through chance, but he intended to make it more than that. The skinny boy walked over to the group and said "I don't know about this inactivity thing, but I'll be there." Lorry fiddled with one of his bracelets, looking around at the scenery.
    //was going to say this earlier but. hazel. heroes of olympus. great books.

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  • misdirection!(joining)

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    lorry!

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    Lorry grinned at both of them, and it was clear in his voice. "Paint would actually work, but then I'd go invisible every time it rained. And can I see the wardrobe? It sounds so cool!" Oddly enough for a cat, he loved messing around with accessories and making different looks. The were the only thing people could see about him, after all.

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  • as long as you noticed i'm hoping / private

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    lorry!

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    Lorry had heard someone tumbling down the stairs. This probably meant that the nice, quiet kitchen would soon be disturbed. He tried to finish eating his mouse (the second-last piece of prey)before a blue heeler rushed in and yowled "Where's the food?! In Lorry's defence, it was very loud, very annoyed and very run-away-from-y. He jumped up with a squeak of surprise, straight onto a floury counter, rolled off again and landed closer to Harlan. "That really didn't work..." he groaned. The invisible cat was not so invisible anymore. Lorry looked like some sort of floury ghost, a white silhouette of a cat. How was that flour even there?

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  • insert cool lyric here//lorry's storage

    yup.
    /shall edit

    a thing

  • insert cool lyric here//lorry's storage

    ★ this could be the end of everything


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