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  • lonely skies, lonely eyes //: private for wolfgang

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    "babe, i found us some scotch!" olive would grin as she came around the corner, until she realized that her girlfriend wasn't there. a small frown began to overtake the grin, and she would sigh before pulling out a chair and plopping her fine ass into it. a delicate hand adorned with cheap rings would reach out and twist the cap popping the seal. "guess i'm fucking drinking by myself." the voluptuous blonde would duly note to herself before sliding a thick glass in front of her and then pouring the golden liquid into the glass about a third of the way before lifting the bottle up, wrapping her lips around it, and downing a few gulps before pulling the intoxicating liquid from her plump lips.


    "god does this fucking taste amazing," she would chuckle to herself before her eyes grew glassy. nothing worse than drinking alone, and being sad too. but for some reason it always warmed you up more when you were alone, and perhaps made olive drink too much, but as for now she was already pretty jumbled since she was a lightweight, but she would definitely be drinking all night. just hopefully not alone.

  • chat thread and inactivity notices

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    I need to decide on a deputy for olive but I AM HAVING DIFFICULTIES because the person I originally wanted to promote went inactive for a while and now they're back and *crying emoji*

  • chat thread and inactivity notices

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    Luci would murder everyone


    I'm still waiting for him to try to take over the clan and be like "bow down to me peasants"

  • [X] MASS ADOPTION SIGN-UPS

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    Parents: npc x npc
    Species: any big cat
    Age: three months
    Slots: four
    Relations: olive is one of the leaders of the sanctuary, and was also the former leader of sylvanclan (merged)
    Rules: stay active, must stay in the sanctuary with at least a dual alliance
    Other: will think olive is their biological mom

  • I LOVED AND I LOVED AND I LOST [X] O, PROPOSAL

    [fancypost=background: transparent; width: 70%; height: auto; font-family: georgia;text-transform: lowercase][align=justify]I couldn't breathe. Every single detail Chica rambled on about projected itself in my mind. I could literally feel myself going back to that place. Flirting with that guy to get some direction, jumping in the leaves with Threefold. The drunk rebellion of Chica and her companions. The way everyone hated her. How everyone despised her. How all of her friends had left and ditched her. Dissapointed her. Even her best friend, Sylvia. It broke her heart, and this broke it all over again. Wounds that she had tried to hard to push back into the depths of her mind where it had little light shed upon it, and never reached the day or had any question about it. Olive had tried to hard to act as if that was all behind her, as if it didn't happen because it just her her so damn much. "Yeah I remember all of that," she would reply, voice cracking with the ball of sadness in her throat.


    But now wasn't meant to be a sad situation. It was amazing. Spontaneous. It was beautiful. The love of her life was proposing. Chica, someone who she knew was very very out there, was giving herself up to her. It was magical how someone who wasn't so fond of Olive could fall in love with her, and offer to intertwine her heart with the person she once considered an enemy. The person who was tearing down everything they knew and loved, but here she was, being to person she knew and love. "Chica you're breaking me heart bringing up all of these things," she would squeak again, tears finally past the point of welling up in her eyes and trickling down her cheeks.


    "But I love you so much and," she would pause, wiping away her tears and sniffling. "And I would love to spend the rest of my life with you." Olive would smile, tears still clouding her vision. "I couldn't imagine me spending it with anyone else," she would add, her smile softening slightly as she leaned in in attempts to brush her lips against Chica's. Olive still couldn't imagine this was happening, especially that it had been Chica to beat her to the proposal, because, in all honesty, Olive had been planning out an extravagant proposal, but this was... perfect. She wouldn't have wanted it any other way.


    //: omg sorry if it is lame legit just typed this up

  • the black parade ;; gifts from hawkclan

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    "sorry we're a bit late," the sleek frame would apologize, pale green eyes focusing on the conjoined twins as a soft smile crept onto her thin black lips. "We are also moving territories in the near future as well due to.. everything that's been happening. We will be sure to send someone back to Hawkclan when the move is official, of course." the long legged jaguar would duly note. It was a shame they had to move. After all when Sylvanclan and Phantomclan merged they moved, and then they moved, and now they're moving again. What a shame. Such a shame, actually, though Olive doubted it would be as awful as it had been the other change, but it would still be hard to move from the place her life had stated up once again. "How is Hawkclan doing though?" Olive would inquire, tilting her skull to the right slightly.