Posts by auxier

sorry, i often just call by characters. perhaps marie and he could throw things at each other
rie is pretty fiesty atm

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/oh look at yall, bein friends

Marie stepped away from the two, which, by far, looked rather tense and awkward. Usually she would like to have stepped in and give one another something to talk about and grow their bond, but her duties for the task were awaiting. Adjusting her flowered adornment and sparing Drogo's jeweled coat another glance, the female humbled away to assist another NPC member after reassuring Haiiro that she was welcome.

/rushed and awkward.. maybe they can just use her absence to gossip about her haha lol??

ahhh ye i wanna make more open threads but p threads are so fiesty niesty
ideas for open threads??0

wet and salllty
yeye find that generator for me hunny

fck what am i doing

MOVE DUNCAN WHERE

HEY BABY

ditto to tea

like i would be ok with sharing but ill take him pls

I WANT A DUNCAN

what are these gifs tho

reply to la khalie thread maaan

HAHAHA LOL I DONT SEE KHAL GETTING BULLIED LMAO??

im trying my best!! waddling around trying find generators

because homegirl has the creativity of a shithead

ALSO WHAT PERSONALITY TAG??? helo everyone new and old!!

OH GUYS
marie confronts khal about something bad they have done

stolen a baby? one night stand? ooh what could they have done

Ahhhh make open trheads so marie can waddle in and be awkwarddd

marie: hey drogo i need to talk to you??
drogo: growls
marie: cries DROGO DONT GIVE ME THAT YOU ATE A BABY
drogo: so growl what growl
marie: throws list of shit drogo did AND U DID ALL OF THIS
drogo: silent growl

lmao such a functional relationship

YEYEYE
we need to find rp idea generators
also i see what u did there

guys look at maries name meaning

wikipedia wrote:

Origin of the name Marie: French cognate of Mary, which is derived from the Hebrew Miryām, a name of debated meaning. Many believe it to mean "sea of bitterness" or "sea of sorrow." However, some sources cite the alternative definitions of "rebellion," "wished-for child," and "mistress or lady of the sea."

sea of sorrow

lmao

thats how u get ladies bois

GUYS

ideas idea ideas i need ideas

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Sirens wailed. There was a thudding as a swarm of blue-tattooed bodies ran for shelter, their feet stomping the ground in the mad rush to just get away.However, our story does not lie in the depths of the forest, where the graves of our fallen soldiers were disturbed and the earth broken. It lies in a shelter far beneath the chaos. We were aware of the lives of those who were not quick enough to join us, some still surviving in the death ridden lands of the territory, some already joining the pack of assailants. It was fairly historical-- well, f*ck, who we kidding? No one had ever seen something like this. It was bizarre, unheard of, and definitely the star of anyone's sheer fear list. Perhaps, it was just a bit more than a mess of humanity, but the product of a true madman.

Marie, a teenage girl who managed to join the only group of humans that really had a chance to survive, was huddled near one of the metallic doors. The underground system was made decades before, but to much of a surprise, it still worked. It's main cockpit, a large room with a single, metal table, served as a meeting place for all of the survivors. There were many who managed to fight through the hoardes long enough to be able to hop into the hatch, all which now lived in this system. The metal room housed several doors, of which led to many more. There were enough rooms in the underground lair for everyone that lived long enough to be able to join.

The doors were locked, however, as there was intel that someone forgot to close their skylight window with the metal covering to disguise the fact that there were people living under the ground. Undead, mangled bodies pushed at the only unsupervised entrance. They got in. There was no doubt that now more than half of the system was filled with the groaning of the humans that just didn't want to stay dead. It was too dangerous for any of the survivors to venture forth any sleep in their small dwellings, as they all were unsure just where the zombies were. Rie just wanted to go back to her bed, though she was really too timid to say anything about it.

All... however many survivors there were in the large central room, were now either having a quiet conversation or silently struggling with the fact that all of them could be dead in just a few seconds. After the survivors piled into the system and there was no way anyone else could get in without the zombies first having entrance, one of the members of the underground system flipped the switch that closed the heavy metal hatch above the central room. The switch broke, thanks to the system being most undeniably old, and all members of the secret apocalypse hideout were trapped.

Every so often, there was a loud bang on the metal hatch that made all of the survivors jump with apprehensiveness. When the captain had alerted everyone to report to the central room due to the invasion, the settled ambiance of the group had jumped to internal panic. Hushed whispers were shared amongst the members as they awaited for the soldiers to return safely. The captain sent some NPC soldiers to scout which areas of the system were clear for live humans to roam. Everyone had a slight twinge of fear that the entire rest of the system was invaded by the apocalypse above.

marie and drogo discussing their past with fckbois/girls?

i might get exiled or something for shit like that

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Why? Oh, just because Marie wanted to be friendly with the hard-edged lion. With his rough, void voice, however, she was unsure if that would exactly be the most trustful answer. His blank stare towered upon her, and just like her abupt appearance had stopped Drogo in his tracks, she felt the abrupt emotion to morph into a lionness once more. Perhaps it would even out the height balance as well as ease him into the whole clan thing. Marie was sure he was more used to seeing lionesses around him... not forest animals like foxes and dogs.

"I always had a taste for new languages," She answered simply, still pondering on her true reason. Of course, she loved knowing new things, and this exotic language was just the perfect way for her to know more about the world around her. Her friendly smile was still on her expression, although on some faces, it may have looked forced, but on her, it looked normal. Mayhap, was she forcing her smiles these days? "Will you teach me, Drogo?" The beautiful ginger foxhound was rather bluntly asking it, but for you to ask what you want to a non-English someone, one did not go about with flowery words. They just went straight to the point.