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  • Why am I still making characters // Joining

    [center][fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; color: #0066ff]「 And when your fantasies — become your legacy 」


    The male groaned as he padded onto territory. His head was killing him. The english shepherd raise a brow as he peered up at the trees. This was one of those dumb... cat clans... wasn't it. Well. They accepted breeds and species of all kinds but that's what they started as. Thomas gave a quiet yawn before he shook the sleepiness out of his form. He cleared his throat before calling out. Hello? Any of you weird forest people here? he couldn't even remember why he was here. He couldn't see the reason. Granted, he also had no eyes. Or... were they just pitch black? Who knew? The canine's eyes appeared to be null and void. Where two orbs should have been were just two black holes. Nothing behind them. Curious. The male yawned once more before lazily sitting down, tail thumping against the ground. Someone would show up eventually.
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  • Why am I still making characters // Joining

    [center][fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; color: #0066ff]「 And when your fantasies — become your legacy 」


    Thomas simply stared at the other, dead panned before replying. I donno. The city? He appeared to roll his eyes but did not press any father. He then hummed and shrugged. I don't know exactly why I'm here. To stay I guess. I have nowhere better to go. the male replied. m'names Thomas...
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  • Why am I still making characters // Joining

    [center][fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; color: #0066ff]「 And when your fantasies — become your legacy 」


    He would have gone to the city but he found this place first. There was no reason to rush, after all. Thomas turned his head to the retreating warhound. He huffed, a ghost of a smile glazed on his lips. "Some welcoming party..." he muttered under his breath. He then sighed and shut his eyes, standi nstanding back up. "Welp. Guess im in. Thanks mister mirror."
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