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  • THE FISTERHOOD OF TRAVELING PANTS — storage

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  • BABY I'D RATHER BURN — dove's tags

    DOVE ALEKSANDROV-REAVER-KAGAMINE

    GENERAL INFO
    ♡ dove alesksandrov-reaver-kagamine
    ♡ 6 months old / real-time aging (14th)
    ♡ shadowclan apprentice; no titles

    RELATIONSHIPS
    ♡ single / crushing on no one
    ♡ sango x radioactiveplague
    ♡ sister of calina

    APPEARANCE
    ♡ slender wolf-like frame; tail longer than body, tufted at end
    ♡ black fur, white flesh, gums, tongue, teeth; large bat-like ears
    ♡ hellhound, red eyes with white slitted irises; click for reference

    BEHAVIOR
    ♡ antisocial personality disorder
    ♡ optimist | ENTJ | "the commander"
    ♡ loyal to a fault to shadowclan

    INTERACTION
    ♡ mentally and physically medium
    ♡ tag when attacking
    ♡ permission to powerplay peaceful actions; IC OPINIONS ONLY.

  • LIGHTING FIRES — weekly tasks [4/23 - 4/26]

    A practical mummy in her myriad of bandages and poultices the demi-hellhound limped heavily up to the amber, her red-white eyes wide with distaste at the mere thought of leaping on top of it with one broken leg and two broken ribs. But just maybe she could... nope, fuck it, she was staying right down here where she was in a minimal amount of pain. Flicking her long tufted tail the wounded apprentice lowered slowly onto her haunches, careful not to strain anything more than it needed to be. Why had Sango let her do the weekly tasks? Why because she was literally not capable of doing anything else, that's why. Besides, if she was going to laze around camp to recover and avoid talking about where she came from or had been for the past 6 months she may as well be productive. "ALL THOSE LOOKING FOR A WEEKLY TASK GATHER BELOW THE AMBER!" Below that amber, because you know, complications.

    Flexing her jet claws against the hard wood underpaw she cleared her throat then, flicking a large bat-like ear dismissively. Hopefully some people were interested, otherwise the feat and a half it took for her to navigate this far was wasted and she'd probably complain for a week or two about it; and no one in their right mind wanted that to happen.
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  • 君だよ | open & game

    What? These fuckers got to play a game? She swore to the gods if they ran around enjoying tag and all that shit while she was stucky with a broken ass le- twenty questions. Oh... okay then! She could play that, so as long as it didn't involve any moving around. Sieg and Haiiro would kill her if she tore her bandages, or worse, reopened a wound. "I'll play." She intoned this cooly though it was clear she was more than a little eager to do anything that would press away the boredom that plagued her mind. It was a constant state of being truly.
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  • LIGHTING FIRES — weekly tasks [4/23 - 4/26]

    Ruby eyes eager the little pseudo hellhound flicked the tipped her of prehensile, tufted tail and opted to remain seated versus rise to her paws when Haiiro and Wrene arrived. Sure it was a little disrespectful but surely they'd understand that the task alone caused more complications for the femme then niceties. "I can do that, let's see... Haiiro, could you get some lovely folks together and do an IC and OOC meet and greet? Apologies for the blandness but it'd definitely help everyone with getting to know each other." Redundancy, redundancy. There was always those hella common tasks to give out. After all one had to make sure shit got done eh?

    Turning her attention to Wrene then the ebony she-demon shot her a sideways grin, the worst eh? She could do that; even if she'd maybe meant the worst instead of the worst. "Sure thing buttercup, Wrene, could you get together some folks and get some gift baskets out to our allies? And I mean good gift baskets, no showing up there not even saying what's in it and leaving sorta thing. Let em' know what you brought them, socialize, get to know our pals."
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  • LEAKING FROM THE CEILINGS // open, Rebellion invite // INK IS BLEEDING THROUGH THE WALLS

    Fuck. Of course there was a carnival tour when she was practically mummified in bandages and splints and couldn't even take a piss without straining some injury of her's. Pouting visibly for the sole purpose of being melodramatic the pseudo hellbeast, pseudo because hell would never let her in and she was damned to the void thanks to her mother's antics for power when she was younger and her father's designation as the something or another of purgatory. "You all have fun." She intoned wistfully, her facade nearly cracking at her own pitiful antics. Christ people could really do this pity me shit on a daily basis and take themselves seriously?
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  • LIGHTING FIRES — weekly tasks [4/23 - 4/26]

    A sickly sweet grin slid onto the maw of the pseudom hellbeast as she regarded her lovely half-sister, or at least she was relatively sure this was her mother's other brat. It was so nice to finally meet her when she'd heard so much. "Oh you must be my lovely half sister Ransompaw. Alright so for your task I have something super important, you see, living in a big old tree like this, there's tons of birds." Birds to hunt and eat and watch as they take off late into the night sky... "Yeah I'm going to need you to clean up all the bird shit. Thanks babe." With a wink she spun around to address Jackdaw, not giving Ransompaw a chance to protest... to her face anways. "A battle training session would be excellent if you could arrange one of those, maybe something specific like powers or partner fighting."

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