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  • The Three Guilds

    (Thanks)
    The little Zorua fanned off her tongue, then took a gulp of the spicy drink she'd ordered. Though tears welled up in her eyes, and her face felt hot, she drank until the entire thing was empty. Panting hard, she used her little paws to lift up the large cup. "I'm..d-done.." She panted, looking as if she was tired out and in pain.

  • My Wings are my Freedom and my Cage [[Maximum ride, always open!]]

    (Name: Tony
    Age: 8
    Gender: Male
    Looks: Tony is a little boy with very pale skin, and black hair that is as soft to the touch as fledgling feathers. His eyes are a pale, silvery blue color, and he prefers to wear all black clothing with a gray hoodie.
    Personality: Tony is quiet, and pretty calm in tense situations. But when provoked, he'll lash out and act notoriously mean. He's a bomb waiting to explode, so you better watch out..
    Backstory: Tony was created from a single cell. He is, in fact, more avian than human(not in looks). His vocal cords were damaged during his creation, so he can only make bird squawking sounds.
    Changes: Tony has pitch black wings, and a black bird tail.
    Any other powers?: Tony is extremely fast
    Disabilities: None
    Part of the flock?: Not yet
    Other: None)

  • The Others (Sign up inside)

    Six
    The small teenager flicked his white-blonde hair from his face with a grimace of disgust. He slipped over to Seven calmly, his footsteps making no sound on the ground he walked on. Six looked over at his trainer attack dog-Killer, whom was still suspicious of his new surroundings. The dog snarled momentarily before his owner shot him a cold look, growling softly right back. The two of them stood side-by-side, gazing around the vast area they were now in. Six, though appearing to be rather calm, was wound up enough to serve as a screw. The teenager's muscles were taut under his white shirt, and his flanks moved in and out like bellows. He flickered his icy blue gaze over to Seven, but said nothing.

  • Clan of Elements! More warriors needed!

    Back in Twolegplace, the rogue had pinned Flamestar. "Listen..kittypet. You have no right to just waltz out onto my turf like you own it. Just because I went easy on you last time, doesn't mean that I won't hesitate to rip your sorry fur off next time. Got it, kitty?" He demanded, clenching his teeth in annoyance. Flamestar detested being called a kittypet, and even more than that, he detested this stupid cat. But he had to play along.. So he smiled and mewled "Okay, mister. I'll be more careful." Then he blinked up at the tomcat. "But it is my housefolk's garden, is it not? We can both stay on it, am I right?" The tomcat snorted. "Fine then, kittypet. I guess you're just too stupid-" Flamestar pinned his ears back and stifled a growl, wishing he could cut the tom off. "-to have known what you were doing, so I'll let it slide. You're a good fighter...for a kittypet, that is. If you promise me that you'll listen to everything I say, and not so much as think of laying a paw where it doesn't belong, then I'll allow you to live." His voice was strangely smooth for a rogue, but it was cruel. Flamestar nodded, making his bright eyes widen with supposed fear. "Understood."

  • Maximum Ride Second Generation {High Positions Open}

    (Just letting you know, Flint never really knew his dad
    He's heard a bit about him, but never really saw him before he was captured)
    Flint stared at Michael in confusion, but didn't seem afraid. The child stretched out his black wings, allowing them to unfurl. With a calm expression, he shot the older kid a withering glare that nobody would expect from a child his age. His expression plainly read 'you lay a hand on Shadow and I'll kill you'.

  • PokeBabies! ~Open and Rarely Vore~

    (Name: Scourge
    Baby or grown up: Baby
    Likes: Darkness, cold places, windy days, power, shiny objects(lol)
    Dislikes: Sunlight, hot places, sunburns, bugs, not being in control
    Other: He believes greatly in his own power and often brags or takes any opportunity to prove himself better than others, which in his mind means "stronger." Because he is also rash and impatient, he occasionally gets in over his head, his ego leading him to poor decisions. He hates the idea of having to rely on others and prefers to control and dominate through fear and intimidation. He is easily provoked and highly violent, especially when his ability is called into question. He's relatively easy-going but also petty and cruel, often taking satisfaction and amusement at the expense of others. He can be nice when he wants to be, but lacks any sense of humbleness or modesty, making him extremely arrogant and conceited.
    Pokemon: Snivy
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Scourge is a tiny Snivy with two scars on his belly
    Shiney: No
    Mother/Father: A Servine(deceased) and a Ditto(deceased))

  • PokeBabies! ~Open and Rarely Vore~

    The little Snivy is inside of one of the cribs. Bored out of his mind, he holds onto his teddy bear and looks around. Because the one of the only 'grown-up' Pokemon was occupied, he felt a twinge of jealously. Both out of his own boredom and for his own sick amusement, he used one of his vines to smack himself across the face when he was sure none of the 'grown-ups' were looking, then pointed at one of the other babies accusingly with a sharp wail, rubbing his face where he had hit himself.