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  • TOP TEN SADDEST ANIME DEATHS | OPEN, DEATH


    archr gaspde at war 'yuo imploite litle!!! i wud fite uyo but im not strog an moutan dew is not helthy." he lokd at his skiny sefl and thot "im short" he turnds back to macintosh "yu crackd the ribss!!!!!!!!!!! he dei!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11124!!!!!!!" loking at th blud he actuly whimprd he wus scard of blud.



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  • Madame - 'Ally Speed Dating Event'

    Based on who was taller? He would most likely go last, being unfortunately short. Archer looked around, finally facing Vulpes after deciding that, since vulpe meant fox, the only fox there had to be him. The coyote looked at the fox. "Hello, I am Archer. You are Vulpes, I presume?"



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  • sketching blizzardclanners

    ooh! archer? just a headshot would be fine, he's just a regular old coyote, but if you do a fullbody, note that he's short and thin.



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  • Madame - 'Ally Speed Dating Event'

    Archer nodded. "Pleasure to meet you," he said, nodding with a small smile. He looked at Sylmae, then back at Vulpes, wondering when they would start.


    //sorry for my drained muse haha

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  • CAPTURE/HURT THIS BLIZCLAN WEAKLING

    so yep! basically nothing too bad, like ripping off a limb or tearing an eye, stuff like that. broken limbs okay, cuts okay. yeah.



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  • then burn the ashes | OPEN, WEEKLY TASK

    Archer let out a soft chuckle at Sweetophelia's words. He knew that. As Jersey boy turned to him, he felt anxiety bubble in his chest. "Oh dear god," he whispered under his breath. His expression turned to one of slight fear and he instantly was pale. At both of the tom's questions, he shook his head violently, keeping his mouth shut. When he started to chuckle, Archer stayed rigid, faking a smile and forcing a laugh awkwardly. "No, thank you, too messy for me," he said curtly. At Mack's expression, he turned. "Oh dear, are you alright? You don't look well."



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  • DONT FEED HIS FIRE ;; Blizzardclan Torture.

    Archer was confused and scared, hyperventilating and crying. One second he was enjoying a nap in the sun, the other he was being violently yanked up and dragged for who knows how long into strange territory by a giant panther. When he was dropped down, he couldn't hold it any longer and began to sob uncontrollably, cowering into a ball and covering his face. "Don't kill me! Don't hurt me, don't kill me, please, I beg of you!" The only thing he wanted was to escape. He was reduced to crying like a child and rolling in the dirt, and he's barely been touched yet.

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  • BLIZZARDCLAN APRIL 2017 CHOICE AWARDS [ENDS APRIL 28TH]

    wip af


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