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Posted: Thu, 03/11/2022 01:51 (2 Years ago)

Echo woke up, pushing her sheets away, and getting out of bed, which was essentially a bunch of cardboard covered by a torn and holey piece of cloth. She bid her sister goodbye and left the alleyway they called home, frail arms wrapped around her body pulling the sweater tighter around her body. Life was far from easy, but Echo knew how to keep her and her sister alive….for now. Passing by a grand mansion, she stopped to glare at it, making some very rude hand gestures before deliberately stepping into a mud puddle and getting mud on the front step. It wasn’t much, but it was bound to irk her parents, and anything that pissed her parents off made Echo happy. She had only been out for an hour when she was rudely accosted by several Peacekeepers. “Stop right there Miss Darkthorn” One of them yelled. She ignored them and continued walking. She didn’t answer to that name. She didn’t have a last name anymore, because she certainly wasn’t taking the last name of her parents. The Peacekeepers grabbed her roughly by her arm, to which she screamed, flailing in their arms and weakly hitting them. “Lemme go you hairy buffoon—“ She screeched, sounding more and more animal-like as she pretended to it up a weak fight. After five minutes of acting like a spoilt brat, she stopped resisting and began crying like a pathetic baby would. As long as it wasn’t her sister, she was mostly okay with anything.

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Posted: Sun, 30/10/2022 00:52 (2 Years ago)

A guard dashes in, and yells at everyone to evacuate. Most of the guests do, but amidst the chaos, you are all swept into the room. Marquess Yahui is the last to enter, and when they do, the door swings shut and locks itself, causing Kai to yelp in shock and panic, collapsing into the arms of Marquess Apate, who looked at her in disgust before backing away. “Congratulations, dear players! Welcome to our little game! A game of….how would you put it…find the killer before the time runs out!” There is a pause for dramatic effect, then the voice continues “Yes, all ye rumours are true. There are people amongst you now, who would love to kill the Queen. Andddddddddd while I could stop it, I….quite honestly don’t want to. So here’s the first puzzle, get out of the room! Bye loves!” And with that, the voice is no more. Kai promptly lets out another high pitched scream, and faints away in a nearby chair.

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Posted: Mon, 24/10/2022 22:50 (2 Years ago)

"What do you expect me to put here?"

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Username - -andrea-

Character name - Echo (no last name)

Age (12 - 18) - 18

District - 3

Preferred Weapon / Skills - Any long range weapon, though she is better with a crossbow / Echo is able to manage hunger and has a high pain tolerance

Gender - Female

Appearance - black and white hair, white pupils, essentially like my profile. She’s short and looks extremely brittle

Personality - “If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s survive” Echo is fiercely protective of those she loves, and is street smart and tech savvy. She is a cheery, kind-hearted girl who helps out when she can, but is slow to trust and often appears cold.

Family (REQUIRED) - Parents (doesn’t give a— about them), Sister (whom she deeply cares about)

History (OPTIONAL) - Growing up in a pet cage with your sister probably isn’t the best way to spend the first five years of your childhood, but that’s what Echo and Rae (her sister) had to put up with. Echo’s parents were the definition of pure evil, and put their children through hell, feeding them when they felt like it (which wasn’t often) and beating them when they felt like it (which was pretty often) Echo and Rae had things thrown at them at a daily basis, whether it was a porcelain figurine or a broom. Disobedience was not tolerated, and they were punished mercilessly. This led to her having a high pain tolerance. At the age of twelve, Echo had enough and escaped the house with her sister. They’ve been living on the streets ever since, Echo picking up survival skills from there to keep her and her sister alive

Character's Greatest Fear (REQUIRED) - Seeing her sister get hurt, or returned to their parents

PalPad? (Y / N) - if you don’t let me in, I will—

Other - I swear Daiko if you EVER—

then I’ll come after you Daikon Radish :)

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Posted: Mon, 24/10/2022 08:31 (2 Years ago)

Kai was even more amused at the Marquess, but decides to respect their choice nonetheless. Or at least she appeared to be so. A servant rushed over to her the moment their conversation finished, and she leant down to hear the hurried whispers of her servant. Her lips purse, just for a fraction of second, but it’s clear whatever her servant just whispered to her was not good news. Brushing off another noble who wished to dance with her, she held her fan open, in her left hand. The servant seemed to understand, because as Kai left the ballroom, the servant followed, the two discussing. A while later, however, Kai returns, now wearing a completely different dress, but the same mask. She seems a little flustered, but much more composed now. She looks grave as she whispers to her parents, and upon her return there seems to be more servants standing around, presumably acting as guards

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Posted: Mon, 24/10/2022 07:28 (2 Years ago)

Lilith is probably overeager to be reaped, and doesn’t hesitate to scream “ME!!! PICK ME DARLING!!!!”, as she bursts into the centre of the crowd, jumping up and down excitedly. Everyone looks at her with a mixture of confusion, fear and relief. The speaker sighs and runs their fingers through their hair. They show the slip of paper to Lilith, with her name written on it. “You don’t have to shout, young screamy one. It’s your name on the paper” Before she can go up though, she is stopped by a Peacekeeper. “Are you really of age, young one? You look like a midget.” Lilith stamps her foot in annoyance, face turning pink as she screams “I AM OF AGE! I AM EIGHTEEN” She shows the Peacekeeper ten fingers, then eight. “see, eighteen? I’m old enough.” She smiles sweetly, recomposing herself as she skips up onto the stage, beaming from ear to ear.

Andrea readjusts the mechanical dragon on her shoulder, Ping flying and twittering just like a real bird around her head. Andrea smirks, thinking of how funny she would look, to others passing by. Maybe she should have added stars on a string to Ping’s tail. There was a ugly, frilly dressed lady who was probably chosen to announce the people chosen. Andrea was late, but the speech, thankfully had only just begun. “First up, the girl! Let’s see…….why don’t we have Ennabelle! Congrats dearie, come up on stage.” Said girl proceeded to burst into tears, along with the rest of her family. Andrea yawns, and interjects “I volunteer…Hey, OI LADY. I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE, ARE YOU DEAF OR BLIND BECAUSE IM STARTING TO THINK ITS BOTH.” The lady looks rather offended but soon recovers to flash a sickly smile at her. “But of course darling, our girl tribute from District 3 will be Andrea!” Ennabelle’s family proceeds to thank her profusely, which she once again yawns and brushes off the thanks. The lady seems to still be offended by Andrea calling her deaf and blind, and tries to trip Andrea out of spite. Andrea nearly does, and loses her cool. She whistles, snapping her fingers, and Ping zooms like a bullet towards the lady, the dragon following suit. The lady shrieks and shields herself, with Peacekeepers trying to stop the mechanical creatures. The creatures only rip the lady’s fancy dress before retreating, becoming docile once more. Andrea laughs “Relax, I won’t hurt your pretty emcee. So much for the name Peacekeepers, you can barely keep the peace here.” She laughs as the angered Peacekeepers grab Ping from the air and try (and fail) to grab her dragon, which she elegantly avoids. The Peacekeepers seem satisfied to have captured Ping, but the rest are horrified when Andrea smirks again. She snaps her fingers, and the Peacekeeper who had his hands tightly clamped around Ping yelps in pain as blood pours from several cuts on his fingers. Ping had transformed back into a pile of shrapnel, which reforms after being released. The Peacekeepers (and lady) stay far away from Andrea afterwards, instead casting her death glares, to which she grins back.

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Posted: Mon, 24/10/2022 06:52 (2 Years ago)

Kai lets out a small laugh, claret orbs twinkling with amusement. “The royal family regards you as of noble blood, you are just as qualified to be here.” She then pulls a long scroll out from her pockets, tracing the names on it before pointing to his name, written plainly among the list of other invited nobles. After making sure Mara had seen the scroll, she snaps her fingers to summon a servant, whom she orders to keep it away safely with a warm smile. She then turns back to Mara. “You know, Mara…no one has ever turned down my offer to a dance. I am a princess after all.” She grins, keeping her tone light and free from accusation. “So, I ask you once again, with status aside, will you dance with me?”

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Posted: Mon, 24/10/2022 04:35 (2 Years ago)

Kai was busy observing the scenes that unfolded in the ballroom, and decided it was time to enter the fray herself. It was somewhat quieter now, more people choosing to dance. Masquerades always had some charm of their own. Her gaze settled on a particular masked figure, who lingered somewhat in the shadow of another. She quickly noticed the similarities of their faces, and made the connection that they were the twins of House Malakos, the one dancing with lady, she figured was Yahui. She approached Mara, giving a gentle curtsy. “Marquess Mara. I’m glad to see you both could make it.” She offers her hand to Mara, asking “Care for a dance?”

Meanwhile, Apate bows to Emika before leaving her side, going instead to Alastair. “What’s on your mind, brooding stranger?” She asks, ensuring he had his personal space, yet making it so her presence couldn’t be ignored, and her voice could be heard.

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Posted: Sun, 23/10/2022 00:01 (2 Years ago)

“And some things feel better when taken rather than given, wouldn’t you agree? And on another note, everyone here, yes they all do stand a chance at the throne, do they not? So how are you supposed to make yourself stand out? I’m sure you bothered to come mainly because of the chance to become the next heir.” The marquess gestures to Eltnam, with the other on Emika’s shoulder. “Observe that man. He has charm, and he is bold to approach the Princess so quickly.” She then points to Alastair. “He’s fashionably late, yet hasn’t made any moves yet. Probably choosing to stick to observing first, to be able to better secure his chances as heir. Or he just came because he feels obliged to.” She then points to both Yahui and Mara “Then again, a ball is a good chance to win others over, is it not? We believe in different things, hold ourselves up to different values and have a desire to achieve different goals. With so many nobles gathered in one place, it’s easy to feel the urge to use this time to win more people over.”

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	“Slim but not none. And as for the responsibilities? That’s what advisors are for, aren’t they? And think of the power you could hold if you were the heir! That would be just dandy in my opinion, wouldn’t it?” Apate replies, dipping into a slight bow. [Read more]

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Posted: Fri, 21/10/2022 01:34 (2 Years ago)

Apate walked over to Heiress Emika, and dipped a curtsy in greeting. “How is the ball?” She doesn’t give much time for the heiress to answer, instead replying to her own question. “Of course, it can be observed you don’t exactly want to be here. And I understand, of course I do! I hate balls, but this is an opportunity to become the next heir to the throne! Aren’t you excited?”

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Posted: Thu, 20/10/2022 01:24 (2 Years ago)

Kai looks down at the man who had just approached, eyes sweeping over his form. “Evening. Nice to see that you could make it to the ball.” She answers, dipping into a gentle curtsy. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Is there something you need, perhaps?” She asks, somewhat annoyed. She couldn’t even go halfway down the steps before she was accosted by a noble. Now what did he want?

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Posted: Mon, 17/10/2022 12:47 (2 Years ago)

The atmosphere was noisy, thanks to the chatter of nobility and the sound of music. But as Kai descends the stairs, it seems to quieten down. Kai was the Princess, the next heir to the throne. She drew attention to herself without even needing to, with her elegance and charm, chin up and warm smile. Her clothes screamed wealth, with crystals probably worth thousands around her neck, on her ears and fingers and around her wrists. Her clothes were all handmade with the best materials money could buy. Everyone knew who she was, even with that ornate emerald green mask on her face. “Mama, Papa” She greets, before bending to press a kiss on her mother’s cheek. Despite her good looks, Kai was known to be pampered, thus resulting in her being prideful, greedy and selfish. She was known to be the perfect representation of almost all of the seven deadly sins, but still her charm could work wonders through the hearts of some men.

Marquess Apate alighted from her carriage, blood red mask covering her face as she passed her invitation to the guard. A crooked smile appeared on her lips as she surveyed the grand palace. The marquess had already paid several visits to the castle before this, and now? She was going to be the heir, no matter what.

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Posted: Sun, 16/10/2022 09:52 (2 Years ago)

There has long been whispers of a plot. A plot to take over the throne, created by power hungry anarchists. Well, at least that was the most popular rumour spreading. The people behind the plot ranged from commoners to anarchists to the princesses/princes. You really can’t trust anyone, can you? No matter who it is, one thing is certain. Find the killer, otherwise the situation will end badly forever.

You have been invited to the royal ball, the one held to find a new fitting princess or prince to take over when the current queen and prince die (queen’s consort…monarchy….blah blah you must have royal blood yada yada yada) It has been hosted in the form of a masquerade- a ball whereby people have elaborate costumes and masks.

You are welcomed to the ball with a wide grin, after presenting the invite. Waltz music plays and a crystal chandelier illuminates the large ballroom with its bright glow. The queen and prince sit on the throne which is raised on a pedestal, smiling and welcoming the guests. They seem to be the only ones not wearing a mask. Everywhere else, food lines the table, servants moving around, balancing platters of food on their hands and a grand dance floor can be seen, with other members of nobility. Some were dancing, chatting or eating, but all were wearing masks.

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Posted: Mon, 26/09/2022 02:50 (2 Years ago)

The warm glow of the sun slowly got brighter as Andrea tinkered with a piece of sea glass. She had been up all night working on her newest creation, a mechanical dragon with blue green glass eyes. Callused hands raked over the sharp shard, moulding it to a more circular shape. Long locks of blue-green hair fell past her ears, hiding her face from the sun’s glow. Andrea understood the fear of being chosen, or in the case of certain crackheads, joy in being chosen for the Reaping. Understanding didn’t mean she like it though. She wished everyone would just shut up. No point panicking when it was all a game of chance. Careful hands moved the final piece in place, and with a soft whir, her creation came to life. It flapped around unsteadily, before perching on her shoulder. Two clicks of her finger and the dragon could blink it’s eyes, one click to make it sit. The more complex movements were controlled by a complicated piece of metal shaped to fit her fingernails. She slid the metal bit onto her fingernail, hearing the satisfying click of it locking. She then taps out a certain pattern, and the dragon flies into the air, transforming into a sharp metal shard, flying towards Andrea. With her free hand, she caught the metal shard with two fingers. That would need just a tad more tinkering for it to fly towards a desired target. She dismantled its wings, and began fiddling with it. “Drea? Drea, time to go!” The voice of one of her only….no, her only friend reminded her. The two of them owned a small, shady store that earned barely enough to keep them afloat. Time to time, they had to resort to pickpocketing. She remembered when her friend stole money to buy her a present for her birthday. Her….birthday. What a funny word indeed. Celebrating each year you inched closer to death. Walking over to the drawer in the corner of the room, Andrea took out a metal hummingbird. Fingers delicately wiped the dust off, and it came to life with yet another controller. She slipped the metal ring on her ring finger, taking in the soft hum of the wings. “Once more, Ping. One more thing to do before the reaping. Waving goodbye to her friend, she set out of the house with her two mechanical animals, heading towards that horrendously pink house belonging to her despicable mother. She directed the bird into a beautifully decorated cage, then stepped up to ring the doorbell of her mother’s house. “Mother? I’m here again, I have a gift to give you before the Reaping.” Her mother opened the door with a sickeningly sweet smile that made Andrea want to throw up last night’s cold leftovers. Andrea grit her teeth and smiled back, passing Ping over to her, in the cage. “It’s an Anna’s Hummingbird. It looks very pretty and pink, just like you” Andrea lies. Her mother took it, and offered “Would you like to come in?” Andrea declined, and turned to ‘go’. The moment her mother entered her house, she opened the cage to let the hummingbird out. Andrea smirked, and she snapped her fingers, prompting Ping to transform into a spear like object, and hurtle towards her mother. Moments later, Ping returned, beak stained with blood. “Good job darling” Andrea purrs, before stepping into the house. She rips the diamond necklace off her mother’s neck, proceeding to collect the jewelry pieces and cash swiftly and silently. She exits through the back door, doubling back to her little hut, and placing it neatly on the bed for her friend to find. If she got chosen and died during the Hunger Games, at least Kai would be able to live happily. Andrea walked back out, and headed towards the place where the Reaping would take place.

Lilith woke up to the sound of her mother’s voice, telling her to get up. Pushing silk sheets aside, she clambered out of bed, taking her sweet time to recalibrate her senses. She then proceeded to her walk-in closet, where her maid was waiting. “Miss Lilith, here is your outfit for today.” She flashes the maid a smile, gesturing for her to leave. The outfit today was an elegant yet simple black dress, along with pants with all sorts of pockets to hide things in. She combed her hair in front of the mirror, tying them into two plaits, adding red ribbons for the final touch. Lilith then slips on a pair of kid boots, lined with real polar bear fur on the inside, each with a pearl embedded on the buckle. She stares at herself in the mirror, placing one hand adoringly on her reflection. “No one could be as beautiful and youthful as I am…otherwise” Lilith giggles, then skips out of the bedroom for breakfast. No one could capture the elegance and charm that Lilith possessed, her district’s poster girl. Breakfast today was a spread of her favourite foods, with waffles buttered just right, omelets that were cooked to perfection, among other delicious dishes. Her mother fussed over her, worrying. “My little baby Lilith, all grown up and just the age for being reaped….ohhh it’s such a pity.” Her mother choked on her words, bursting into tears and leaving Lilith alone. She sighed in relief, that woman was overprotective, pretentious and highly irritating. Lilith rolled her eyes, her mother’s pathetic cries still audible. “My poor baby….she must be so worried, so frightened.” Her mother was far from the truth. Lilith was dying to be picked for the Hunger Games, and with no one from her District wanting to go, Lilith was sure they would be thankful for her. She hops off her chair, picking up her lollipop ready to head out. Unfortunately, yet another thing was in her way again, this time her annoying tutor. “You stupid fool, I’m not having lessons today. I’m going to go to the Reaping!” Her teacher puts his foot between the door, preventing Lilith from slamming it in his face. “Ugh, you’re so annoying, can’t you leave?” Lilith tries to squeeze past him to no avail, and he enters, shutting the door behind him. “We’re having lessons, like it or not. Now, I’m thirsty, so get me a drink before lesson starts” He announces, looking triumphant. “Fine fine, I’ll get you something to drink.” Lilith replies, her lips slowly twitching into a smile. She headed to the kitchen, getting a fancy wine glass to put the water in. She then unlocks a secret cupboard with a key around her neck, taking out a small blue pill that fizzled and turned colorless in the water. It was a handy, undetectable pill that would guarantee a satisfactory reaction. She hands it over to her teacher, watching as he downs it. “Thank you, now we really should begin after wasting so much time with your stupid prattle.” Lilith flashes him a psychotic grin, watching as his face contorts in horror. “What did you put in my drink?” He questions. Lilith doesn’t answer, messing up her hair and appearance in the mirror, before running to her mother, pretending to cry. “He abused me, Mother. Deal with him. He’s so mean to me” Her mother, concerned, jumps into action, and Lilith takes the time to smirk at the teacher as he is being dragged away, childishly pulling a face at him, throwing the finger before skipping out of the house despite her Mother’s protests. “I’m going to the Rea-ping, I’m going to the Rea-ping, there’s nothing you can do~“

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Posted: Wed, 07/09/2022 02:32 (2 Years ago)

Name: Andrea-Lynn Kingsley
Age: 17
Appearance: blue hair, sea blue with tinges of green. lavender purple eyes and a necklace around her neck
District: 3 (Technology)
Preferred Weapon of Choice: doesn’t mind any weapon, but seems to do particularly well with haladie blades.
Personality: INTJ The Intellectual | 5w4 The Philosopher

She is confident, analytical, and ambitious in their behavior. Andrea loves to pursue knowledge and tend to be very logically minded. She tends to listen to her strong intuition and loves to see how everything connects together. She is focused on the bigger picture and may overlook small details.
Intellectuals are very logical and rational. She bases her decisions on what makes sense and might have a harder time connecting emotionally.
Andrea is organized and prefer following a plan, loving to set and achieve goals. But above all, she is manipulative. She toys with people’s emotions, their deepest desires, bending them to her will, and her goals. She probably holds more secrets then she should
Strengths: trained assassin style, so amazing with fighting techniques, stealth and defence
Weaknesses: She’s not someone who likes to take the offensive side, and she doesn’t have good aim, so throwable weapons, bows and arrows and the like, well they don’t work well.
Other: Andrea is ambidextrous

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Name: Lilith Amberstar
Age: 18
Appearance: She’s extremely short for her age, like that of a five year old girl. She has baby blue eyes, blond hair that’s always in pigtails, and basically looks exactly like a doll, ghostly pale and all
District: 8
Preferred Weapon of Choice: It looks like a toy axe, but it’s not. She likes to cover the blade with poison from animals
Personality: Her sweet facade doesn’t fool anyone, but she can talk so smoothly it’s as if she’s born with the talent to get people to do what she wants. Everyone can tell there’s something off about Lilith, but most just can’t help it. A soft murmur, coaxing here and there, and Lilith gets what she wants. If being honey-tongued isn’t enough, more often than not she loses her temper like a child, and bashes their skull in (in private of course)
Strengths: She has decent knife skills, and can sweet talk anyone into doing anything for her. She can also withstand hunger for long periods of time. Additionally, she’s also a contortionist, which further…creeps people out.
Weaknesses: She literally sucks at being stealthy, and she can be very honest, too honest. She also likes selling people out, so those who know the true her stay far far away. She has friends, but most don’t last long
Other: no I’m totally not stealing characters and being lazy what do you meannnnnn

Also, good to see you Seren

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Posted: Tue, 06/09/2022 13:58 (2 Years ago)

Callista drags herself out of the water, landing on the glassy sand with a wet, dull thud, rolling onto her back. She stares blankly at the ceiling above her, focusing on a particular splash of water she had caused, listening to the steady drip drip drip of the water as it fell back into her tank. She had only listened to the steady dripping of water for a few minutes, when her eyelids started drooping. She curled up near the water, and using her clothes as a pillow, she fell asleep.

Callista woke up to a searing pain in the head, where she found herself strapped to the lab table, the Milotic beside her. The lights were blinding her and all she could see was white. Her arms and legs were strapped to some sort of strange device, needles of various sizes sticking into her veins. The scientist pressed a button on the machine, sending it whirring into action. A strange fluid was pumped into her, and she felt more pain than she had ever experienced before. Her head felt like there were sledgehammers slamming against it, and she felt like her heart had been pierced. But that was nothing compared to what the Milotic seemed to be facing. Oddly enough, it seemed to share its thoughts with her. It was as if she saw the Milotic writhing in pain, it’s body contorting into strange shapes, letting out squeals of agony. And then it was gone. The scientist seemed to be satisfied, giving Callista no time to rest before dumping her into a tank. Her head hurt, she couldn’t process anything. It was like a dead weight, dragging her under. With whatever remaining energy she had left, she swam for the surface, bursting through and gasping for air. Instead of the relief she expected, however, she experienced a searing pain and an extreme need for water. She dived back down into the water, realising how comfortable it suddenly became. She was exhausted by this point, and curled up at the very bottom of the tank to rest

After a while, Callista woke up, and realised it was just a dream. Well, at least she now had a clear memory of it now. Brilliant. Callista shivers, changes into her clothes and heads out of the lab. She needed some fresh air. She takes a seat on the smoothest piece of rock she could find outside, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. Her mind was still running wild with memories. Most were blurry and shard-like. It was as if her memories of the past was a piece of glass, which someone had smashed repeatedly into tiny pieces, near-unrecoverable.

Once calm enough, she headed back in. She ran her fingers through her ribbon-like hair, her tail swishing gently behind her. She felt a pang for that Milotic after relieving that memory…the poor creature….how long had it suffered for? Great….she was stressed again. She grumbled to herself, and swallow dived back into the water

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	Hi Ducky! I want to buy some art >U< Reference/description, etc. : below, but it’s catching a butterfly Plushie or regular art: gif Payment (set a range, pick exact price after I'm finished): 0-0 Tips (optional): nope I have read the rules: yes Other: thanks [Read more]

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