Posts by Jagg

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#fff; border:transparent; width:460px; height:auto; margin-bottom:-2px; font-family:segoe script; font-size:20px; color:#aa5577;]The day I first met you,[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#aa5577; border:transparent; width:460px; height:auto; font-family:cambria; font-size:12px; color:#fff;][justify] The girl doesn’t react the way I thought she would. She just stares at me before returning her gaze to the fire. With an annoyed snort, I turn around and trot out of the cave, my tail angrily smacking my rump. I would sleep out under the stars tonight; but if I found that human in my cave the next night, then I would do something about it.
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    Uhuru.

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    [/fancypost][color=white][sup] #KIDDEATHTEMPLATE [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#fff; border:transparent; width:460px; height:auto; margin-top:-2px; font-family:segoe script; font-size:20px; color:#aa5577;]You told me you’d never fall in love.[/fancypost]

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    Andrew . MacBean[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#99aacc; border-color: #ccaaaa; borderwidth= 5px; background-position: ; width: 352px; height: 155px; background-position:; overflow: auto][justify][font=cambria][color=#224444] It finally became too cold for me to bear, so I stood and went a little bit into the jungle. I collected sticks and twigs, then crouched down, trying to figure out how to start a fire.


    OOC;; Sorry, I’ve got low muse right now… /:


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    ★ Autumn ★ Augustus ★ Helios ★


    Nickname:
    None.


    Gender:
    Female.


    Age:
    Sixteen years old.


    Birthday:
    August second.


    Year:
    Sixth year.


    House:
    Gryffindor.


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    Personality:
    Work in progress.


    Likes:
    Work in progress.


    Dislikes:
    Work in progress.


    Fears:
    Work in progress.


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    Broom:
    Firebolt.


    Wand:
    Wood;; Birch.
    Core;; Pegasus Wing Feather.
    Length;; Twelve inches.
    Flexability;; Flexible.


    Patronus:
    Fox.


    Classes:
    Work in progress.


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    Parents:
    Father;; William Mark Helios.
    Mother;; Amanda Isabelle Helios.
    Great-Great-Great-Grandfather;; Augustus Helios.


    Siblings:
    Brother;; Markus William Helios.
    Sister;; Isabelle Amanda Highlanders.


    Pet:
    A barn owl named Hopskins.


    Boyfriend/Girlfriend:
    None./Never!


    Sexuality:
    Straight as a pole.


    Crush:
    None.


    Other:
    As you can see, this is a work in progress.



    CARIANNA


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    With a slightly frustrated growl, I tug at my family’s house’s front door handle, but it doesn’t budge. Eyes narrowing, I lick my lips and try again, my backpack sliding off my shoulder. When the door still doesn’t budge, I resort to banging my curled up hand on the wood, making an angry bang! bang! bang! noise in doing so. Bending down to pick up my backpack, I retrieve it and look down at my black combat boots, waiting for someone to open the door for me since I obviously can’t get it opened.[/fancypost]


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    CARIANNA


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    Crossing my arms, I entered the house after being rescued by my big brother Alex. Raising a questioning eyebrow at Sybelle and her… face mess, I turned back to Alex, forcing a smile onto my face.
    “Pleasant, really the same as yesterday… And I told you to call me Anna, not Carianna. I hate that name.” I say before stepping toward my sister, dropping my backpack on the floor next to her’s. Reaching my sister, I reached out my fingers but pulled them back before they touched my older sister’s messed-up face.
    “What the fudge happened to you?!” I questioned, curious but also a little angry. Well, there goes our family’s reputation down the drain—along with Sybelle’s dignity. But whoever did this to my sister sure will get the crap beaten out of them by Alex, that’s for sure![/fancypost]


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    Ryder Eugene Waters
    Male.
    Twenty years old.
    Twilight Starlight.

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    Sunlight streams through the windshield as I park the pickup truck. A loud bang! echoes from the trailer behind the shiny truck, and I groan inwardly at the thought of fighting with Star. Getting out of the truck, I slam the door closed and trudge back to the trailer. Letting the ramp down, I step inside and pause, letting my eyes adjust before I step toward the all hot and bothered Akhal-Teke mare. I quickly clip her lead-rope onto her leather halter and lead her down into the sunlight. She rears and paws the sky, as if missing it and welcoming it back like an old friend.
    Chuckling, I close the trailer door and reach inside the truck to kill the engine—forgetting to when I went to fetch Star. As I strode into the stable, hot-headed black Akhal-Teke in hand, I spot a rather pretty girl hanging out beside a horse’s stall. Smiling to myself, I tug Star’s lead-rope over to her, peering down into the stall at the horse.
    “Hey, I’m Ryder Waters—mighty fine horse you got there,” I started, glancing quickly at my own horse. “what’s you’re name?”

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    Twilight Starlight
    [font=cambria][color=white]Female.
    Nine years old.
    Akhal-Teke.
    Black.


    CARIANNA


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    I glared at Sybelle, hating her at the moment for stopping Alex.
    “No, I’d like to see Alex beat the living crap out of them.” I say, crossing my arms in front of me. “Hey Sybelle, you should tell him who the idiots who beat you up were.” I pressured, my eyes burning holes through Sybelle.[/fancypost]


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    ⇈ Parker ⇈


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    Age::
    Three.


    Gender::
    Male.


    Personality Traits::
    :: Funny.
    :: Brave.
    :: Bold.
    :: Quick.
    :: Feisty.
    :: ADD.
    :: Curious.
    :: Loyal.
    :: Honest.


    Family::
    Unknown.


    Crush::
    None.


    Mate::
    None.


    Foals::
    None.


    Rank::
    Loner?


    Plot Ideas?
    None. I will notify you when I think of one, though.


    Other?
    None.

    [size=36pt]PARKER;[/size]

    t h re e ; l o n e r ; m a l e ; f r i e n d l y


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    Using for a horse in a wild horse role-play - thanks!
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; height: 1; overflow: auto; width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color: purple; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase;] Thanks so much! The role-play thread has already been created, I am correct?

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; height: 1; overflow: auto; width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color: purple; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: lowercase;] I just joined—could I please have recap of what’s happened over the past four pages, please? And thank you! (:

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    t h re e ; l o n e r ; m a l e ; f r i e n d l y


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    Today was just like every other day, there was nothing different about it. Okay, that was a slight dramatization. The three-year-old Arabian boy had smelled a storm coming, but it was advancing upon the loner faster than he had expected. It was still far off, but the young boy was still wary.
    He picked his way through the reeds beside a small pond, the air slowly cooling down as the dark rainclouds approached closer. The dapple-grey Arab boy settled among a rather soft and plentiful spot, wriggling around a bit before becoming comfortable in his new bed. The young boy’s long lashes flickered several times, his ears drooping down as he noticed just how exhausted from the long trek from the forest had been. His nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath, and then breathed it out in a long sigh. The Arab’s eyelids closed and he soon fell asleep, oblivious of the faraway rumbling of thunder.
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