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hng when your notifications aren't working and you're wondering where you might be needed /).o
also has anyone else been having fancypost problems lately? My code seems to be bugging sometimes when I post in justify, changing it instead of center.
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The canine would nod in agreement as Eli pointed to the honey and stated it's name. That was an easy one- he wasn't sure who wouldn't know that one. It was a basic herb, known commonly for soothing the throat. Or well it wasn't exactly an herb considering it wasn't a plant, but for some reason most acknowledged it as an herb anyways. As for the other plant, the male couldn't help but smirk a little bit.
"That's aloe, I remember it because one summer back when I lived with Scarclan, I got a sunburn and my mother coated me in the weird mush from that plant" Weed would smile, proud of his knowledge. And all it took was a stupid decision too, and oddly enough it had come in handy for him.
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Name: Weed
Age: oof young adult
Gender: this child is a male
Sexuality: i haven't a clue but all my characters tend to be p gay gay love is the best love
What are you looking for?: pretty much a friend to chill with
Any group/one to not be paired with?: nope ;4
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It was weird. He felt.. he felt like someone was back- someone important to him. He didn't know why, or how, or even who this someone was- but they were back. Back, and he wanted to find them.
He knew it wasn't his parents that this someone was, but rather a friend. Someone he trusted, but just wasn't around. But who did he trust? Well he trusted Eli- but Eli couldn't be it. He could pretty much see Eli whenever he wanted to. And it wasn't anyone in the Riverside either. Or here for that matter. No it was someone outside of the two clans that he lived with. Outside of the boundaries he knew to be home. But who could it be? He just couldn't remember who this stranger was- who this someone was who he was meant to go and find.
Pushing through a crowd of npcs in frustration, the canine would make towards his room. Perhaps he wasn't being too friendly just about now, but he was upset. There was someone in his life that was missing- someone important to him. And he wanted to find them. Oh he wanted to find them so badly, yet for some reason they were just out of reach.
Letting out a soft huff of sadness, the male would reach his room and enter, leaving the door cracked as he left the hallway. Perhaps it was the fact he hadn't noticed he didn't shut the door completely, or maybe it was due to the idea that he held in the back of his head making him believe that someone might grow worried of his behavior and check up on him. Whatever the case was, Weed just hoped he could figure his life out. He wanted to know who this stranger was, and he wanted to know now, but the information just wasn't there inside of his head.
The absence disturbed him and he just wanted it to end. He wanted it to just be over, and to leave him alone. But why couldn't it leave him? Who was this stranger and what did they want with him? And better yet- why did Weed want this stranger so much?
