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  • Madame - 'Ally Speed Dating Event'

    Archer wasn't normally the type for this, but once he heard it was mostly platonic, he let out a sigh of relief. "I'll be participating," he said.



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  • well i'll be a son of a bitch | OPEN, POWER DISCOVERY

    [center][fancypost= width: 350px; border: none;]Archer was feeling different today. Almost like he wanted to burst out of his body and just be something else, anything else. It confused him. He had decided to go for a walk. It was a cold day, but he didn't feel it. His fur was thick. After a while, he got unusually tired. Naturally, he laid down and went to sleep. Upon waking, he found that he was different. Now it wasn't just mental, it was physical. He inspected himself. He was taller. Much taller. He had become even more thin and wiry, and upon feeling his snout, it was narrower, longer, and sharper. This greatly disturbed him. What happened? Why was he different like this? He felt anxiety bubble up inside him, which caused him to shut his eyes and take a deep breath. He walked over to a puddle of water, to check his reflection and see if he wasn't just being crazy. Upon looking, he was, indeed, a coyote. A not so manly shriek filled the air as he proceeded to panic, repeating, "Oh god," "How could this happen," and "Is this even physically possible".[align=justify][center][fancypost= width: 350px; border: none;]

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  • well i'll be a son of a bitch | OPEN, POWER DISCOVERY

    Archer watched the two other canines approach. "I, I, I'm.." He was struggling for words, grasping around in his mind to be able to speak. "Different! Changed!" He hep feeling his own snout, as if he didn't think it was real. Maybe he was dreaming. He slapped himself, but that only made him stumble. God damn it, Archer, you're acting like a madman! he thought, trying to get a grip. He closed his eyes, trying to calm down, breathing steadily and deeply. Once he was calm enough to talk, he explained. "I'm not a dog anymore! I'm some sort of wolf thing, what's it called, coy.. coyote!" He was still trying to find words, but was able to form sentences.



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  • well i'll be a son of a bitch | OPEN, POWER DISCOVERY

    Archer was speechless. This was normal? He just awkwardly stared at Mieczyslaw, gaping like an idiot. After a solid two minutes or so he finally uttered, "What?" He hadn't heard of that happening ever. Not ever. It sounded awful, just changing without willingly doing it. He'd like to have a set body and that was that. "Can... C-can it be controlled?"



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  • ARCHER'S PLOT

    basically what the title says! here's what he's open to:
    -friends
    -best friends
    -frenemies
    -enemies
    -fights (physical or verbal)


    maybe
    -love interests (short term or long term)


    nO
    -rape
    -murder
    -long-term wounds
    -basically violence in general



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  • then burn the ashes | OPEN, WEEKLY TASK

    Archer nodded at Fadingmoon's remark. "Yes, I've always liked fire, as it radiates warmth and comfort, yet can be so.. destructive and devastating." He cut himself off. Archer loved to ramble. He just watched the flames dance, licking at the air and consuming it like a hungry wolf. At Sweetophelia's question, he felt dread creep through his stomach up into his chest, filling him. "Oh no," he whispered. "S'mores, how could I forget s'mores, this is a bonfire, it's supposed to have s'mores, oh, no, no, no..." He was so humiliated. He put a paw to his face, covering it in shame. He was overreacting, s'mores weren't a big deal, but he saw it as an immense deal. Disappointing the leader! How foolish. "I am so, so sorry!"



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  • quite stylish | PRIVATE

    Archer was taking a walk outside. It wasn't his favorite, but he had few books to read and needed fresh air, for his hut had gotten quite warm and frankly uncomfortable. He needed a few pillows to sit on, more books, perhaps some wine, yes... He shook his head. His mind was supposed to be on the outdoors! He didn't like the outdoors much, but needed to remove himself from constant solitude, as it was driving him mad. So, the coyote walked, short but skinny limbs quickly moving, in his usual rigid mannerisms.



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  • then burn the ashes | OPEN, WEEKLY TASK

    She could do that? Conjuration, shapeshifting, it was absurd. What other powers were there in this strange place? He let out a sigh of relief. "You could? Thank you so much," he said, afterwards letting out a small chuckle at his overreaction. He personally would not have one. It was too messy for him, and he was a huge neat-freak. As Jerseyboy approached, he took a small step back. The tom didn't seem like the kind of person he'd like, so he avoided him.



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  • TOP TEN SADDEST ANIME DEATHS | OPEN, DEATH

    true beauty and art//
    arhcery cam ofer an wus leik "omg bluud!!!!111111:" he almos fantid but wus ok. the bare wus gone but he stil wus skared of beare. "omg guys wut we gon do?? liek he is bleedin!!" it wus mesy and tht made him clos his i's. "don die" he wus not his frein but stil did not wan a guy to dei! he wacht the medick do his jobe. he acked scard.



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