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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Hana immediately welcomed Loveletter into her stride and the calico soon began to walk side by side with her co-worker, at times wandering too close and nearly bumping into younger Paladin. Love's stark white ears perked at the feline's humming and she smiled, finding the sound to blend and mesh beautifully with the roar of nature all around them. After the winter months, the insects and the birds seemed to have finally risen from their rest and had begun to pollinate the trees and flowers and rejuvenate the foliage with them. It was a beautiful sight that Loveletter never got tired of, even if having only witnessed such a miracle of nature twice in her entire life, and only one of those times was a pleasant memory that the calico would not mind looking back upon. It was then that her nectarine gaze turned upon Hana and she smiled. The two had not talked often, but what Love knew about Hana was that she did her job and that she did it well. In a world where work and capitalism enveloped the lives of it's community, she supposed that was all that mattered.

Not avoiding any amount of eye contact with the bi-colored Paladin, Love's empty, glassy eyes lit up with an ember of mirth for a moment as Hana went along with her jokes. Love knew few who went along with her like the oriental longhair, and for that, Love was grateful, even if she would never mention it. "Oh no! My honor is in danger!" The patched calico laughed, spinning for a moment with her paw clutched to her heart as they walked. As much as they joked, however, Love was glad that Hana had answered her question eventually, for this ignited an idea within her mind. Love had a brief knowledge of Hana's dragon, and while it would be a first to ride on the back of a dragon, it would be a rarer occasion to do so with Hana, due to their lack of interaction. Every self-help book the calico had read had such advice within the pages, and now that the opportunity was offered, Love would be a fool to not grip it by the reins. "Hey, here's an idea! What if... I went with you? These islands are so boring if you stay in them for so long, it'd be an adventure!"

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Love found Sweet's eyes and grinned in response, winking in her direction. "You got it, Sweet." she responded, pointing to the leader briefly before returning her gaze to Mie. "You got it, man. It'll take a bit of preparation so I might get started a bit beforehand, if that's alright. An adventurer badge would be awesome too!"

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]/i am so sorry for responding so late I legit lost the thread
just hit me if I don't respond for a long time again lmao

It wasn't Luna's fault that she couldn't make heads or tails of the bouncy calico. Like layers of clothing, every peeled layer present less and less complexity until Loveletter was to the barest of her personality. This stage wasn't pretty; she was serious, she was stoic, she was guilty and self-loathing and it would be revealed that she hated everything she had done in her past. It would not be wrong to assume that on numerous occasions, the paladin had smashed her temples against rocks and cliffs in a desperate chance to forget. She left her with more and more pain, but at least the pounding of her head masked the pounding of her heart and the flow of tears from her eyes as she thought over everything she could have done different and how it would have affected her that day. How her actions would have affected him.

But this was not the time for that. This was the time for her to completely wow Luna with how bad she was at dates. "I'm sure your absolutely riveted," Love quipped back, already turning with a wide grin and bounding into the forest, but not before she smiled at Luna's laugh. "Aw, that's the first time I've heard you laugh! We're already making memories and we've hardly even started doing terrible things." the Paladin rambled, going through the forest with a set path upon her paws. Before long, the calico had arrived at a small clearing, and there sat springy, resilient grass with soft strands. Love turned back, grinned, and stifled a laugh. "Luna, do you know what the chicken dance is?"

nyooms over to love's birthday party :')

wait beatles where did you go?? :^0

YOU SHOULD NUMBER 1
please join blizzardfam :^)

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Loveletter had hardly known her birthday was that day. In her entire two years of life, as of today, Love had never gotten to celebrate; every holiday, every special event was spent alone or without any joy or happiness. This was her reason for hating Thanksgiving, hating Christmas, hating her own Birthday. Despite this, Blizzardclan was changing her and her life and her outlooks, and her feelings about her birthday was no different. Initially, the thin, frail calico found it odd that an NPC was requesting her presence, but as she followed her clanmate through the brush and wildflowers, she began to reason that she must simply be needed as a high position. So, she was lulled into a false sense of security, up until she spotted the pallid pink and purple banner, branded with the words 'Happy Birthday!'.

Taking a few moments to process what her eyes were feeding her, the sudden realization that it was her birthday jolted into her mind and her smile grew to cover her entire face. Pale green eyes, now glittering and flickering like an warm flame, sought out Sweetophelia and lead her to where she stood. "You must be a psychic, or something. Sweet, not even I knew it was my birthday today. You're incredible." she breathed, a genuine grin lighting up her entire face. "But seriously, thanks. Now, let's get to what really matters here; what flavor is the cake?"

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Loveletter didn't look good nowadays, not that she ever had. While once her eyes had been bright and her fur shiny and healthy, her skin now clung to her bones and her eyes sunk back into er head, so that every time she peered from the shadows of the forest, she seemed like a ghost. Her ribs poked from her sides and her eyes were constantly glazed over and her body resembled that of a skeleton with fur and the most minimal of meat and muscles. It had gotten bad. She had no appetite, she slept three hours a night, and even so, she still walked about with a jolly smile and her arsenal itching to let out the next joke.

Thus, she had taken to walking the borders, even if she found that sometimes her legs would shake when she stepped particularly hard on them. She had eventually brought hewrself to where stone turned to grass and where stairs turned to land, only to find not only Frank there, but a stranger at the bottom of the stairs. It was a wolfdog, one who wavered at the edge of the stairs and who called up with a shaky voice. Grinning, the thin cat settled beside Frank and languidly allowed her paw to go off the side of the island, calling to Kenji with a smile. "No, this is Patrick," she responded wittily, before going along with Frank in his inquiry. "Not really though. What up, man?"

/ cries at ur muse

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]A pet bird? Loveelette rhad never thought of it, but now that it was instilled in her mind, she loved the concept. Of course, however, a pet bird brought on some interesting responsibilities. The thin calico approached and settled down beside Sweet and Frank with a frown at the bird. "What if there's something wrong with it, kiddo? It didn't fly away from you," she mused, before her lips split into a grin. "Because if I were that bird, I'd be running for my life right now. Or maybe I'd still stay, because I knew that someone here would kill me."

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]The calico was naturally attracted to the scene by the smooth voice and lagato chiming, but merely stayed for her own contribution to the end of the song. It was pretty, very pretty, and Love couldn't deny that, but she was not the kind to compliment people often. "That was good," Love began after the fact, stepping up beside Sumino and grinning. "But you probably couldn't beat my singing voice. Listen to this." Love took a deep breath, exhaled, inhaled again, and began to yell. there was no melody, or beat, just yelling. What a metaphor for her very life.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]As her yelling died out, Loveletter began to cough a bit, a wild smirk on her face even as her throat ached. She already hurt herself, but compared to everything else wrong with her body, the minor pain in her trachea was a minor one. She glanced back up, her eyes roaming over Jerseyboy, Sweet, Yuki-Onna, and finally Sylmae. She laughed at the response of the leopard, struggling to hide her grin. "Sylmae, that was a joke," she began, a grin on her maw. "Or maybe I was yelling because I was trying to express my life. You never know."

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Considering she was the Westeros Ambassador, Loveletter found herself rather happy to see Fortinbras at the border. The thin calico made her way to sit at the side of Luna, her glassy green eyes giving a brief sparkle. "This is basically the most excited I've seen her," she joked, completely aware that Luna was wholly and absolutely deadpan. "You get an award for that. It should be titled, 'Got Luna to Get Excited'. Anyways, what up Fortinbras?"

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Love wasn't too excited about herbs. of course, it must be nice to lift clanmates from deep depths of darkness by the use of natural remedies and the like, but the thin calico had never found herself intrigued by the medicine, for it had only really brought bitter taste to her tongue. She was happy to help though, even if she wouldn't like to admit that she found joy in helping her clan. "Only if I can find some nice kush while I'm out there," she commented with a wink as she stepped beside Luna, the mirth upon her words indicating that it was a joke. In fact, Loveletter was adamant about remaining 'pure'; no smoking, no drinking, nothing. It was an odd quirk about her, since she seemed like someone to be wild in such a regard, but she was a surprisingly put together cat, in the sense of her morals. Anything else about her was falling apart.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Easter did have some meaning to her, but not much. Whenever Love thought of Easter, she also associated the words 'loneliness' and 'depression' for she never had anybody to celebrate the holiday with, as with most other holidays. Thus, the feline did her best to avoid any and all of the festivities, but she supposed some things were unavoidable. She approached with a glaze over her eyes and a smile on her face, but something was wrong. She didn't even say anything as a she grabbed an egg and began painting it a faint green color. Before long, the green had come across the egg to make a trashcan, her own little joke, but she didn't even bother to comment about it. She was completely and absolutely silent.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]Enraptured by the sight of the cake and the wonder that she was actually being celebrated, in some round-about away, Love hardly realized the faint footfalls of Jerseyboy, War, and SYlmae until they spoke to her. Most of them had gifts in their jaws, but Love didn't mind that War had not gotten her anything, she didn't quite care about the gifts anyways. "Aw, I can't believe your giving trash gifts," she purred, giving herself the nickname without a second thought. "I'm sure I'll gorge myself on whatever you made, Jersey. it's probably fattening. Also, that's pretty relatable, Sylmae. Except I'd be too lazy to bring anything at all."

Then came Luna, and the thin calico simply grinned at the sight, not really minding that female had not brought anything. The gifts didn't matter; this was the first birthday she had that was celebrated and it was awesome. "I didn't know either man, but apparently it's my birthday today." she responded with a wide grin, a contrast to the other's stoic expression. "Also, I don't really care what I get. Honestly Luna, if you gave me a corpse, I'd be just as happy if you got me a, uh, quintillion dollar necklace or something." the calico revealed, grinning at her allusion, before swiftly turning to Sweetophelia. "If we don't get this cake cut, I might die. You don't want blood on your paws, Sweet." she joked dryly, though there was some truth, if the way her bones seemed to stick from her pelt was any show.

omg;;; she looks so good!! this is so great, your traditional art is so cute and pure omg
thank you so much!! really like the way you did her eyes ^^

make a Wendy's character pls perfy
I thirst for a Wendy's character

also y'all
windkitten didn't reply to the thread between love and jinx
so I need someone else for love to handcuff herself to
anyone wanna volunteer ;^)

Aurea wrote:

i would volunteer luna to be handcuffed to loveletter but that would produce some......interesting results

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heck ye!! If you want eren to be handcuffed to her lmao
she'll probably be rlly annoying to him but like
she'll probably only do it bc 'you're 'new', and this is a great bonding exercise let's be friends'

love going up to him like 'hey cowboy who've you ridden'
idk lmao

ofc!! once I'm off mobile and can make the thread I'll link you to it :^)
and also reply to all my other private threads lmao

im crYING
she'd be laughing so hard
I can't stop until love has made all the innuendo's she could lmao
would you like a thread between them?? ;^)

you can't stop me perfy

pen take me with you
I'm sitting in a car and I want out
I cri