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Your Guardian Angel







Marissa
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Your Guardian Angel

(This post was last modified: 11-17-2019, 02:13 AM by Býleistr. Edited 16 times in total.)






















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Charleston
Male
Kamar-Taj Master
Cheetah
© Marissa
4.75 (13) years
Height: 34 in
Posts: 517
AP: 0AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 99 lbs

RE: Your Guardian Angel

(This post was last modified: 11-24-2017, 06:48 PM by Marissa.)


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Bellatrix had not given their sexual encounter a second thought. She didn't dwell on if it would be good for the children to grow up without two loving parents, as her own had not been loving. She had a mother and a father, but neither were the loving type. They'd raised their cubs together, as demanded by tigris of their standing. The only thought she'd given the encounter was if her Empress would not want her to have more children. Oh, Bellatrix did not want to burden her wonderful Mistress. She could raise these babes. She could. She would. Raise them to be loyal servants, loyal guardians, to Silas. To Paventina and Cantil. To any other children Mistress may have.

Following Rajesh's scent proved to be unnecessary. He was calling out to her. She followed his calls, pleased to see that he'd not decided to go back on their agreement. "Hello again," she purred, letting him know she'd reached him. She didn't know what it was like to not see, but she thought it must be terribly boring. She studied him, amused in knowing he could not do the same to her. She was not pregnant, that much was apparent, though she knew he couldn't see it.


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Bellatrix had not given their sexual encounter a second thought. She didn't dwell on if it would be good for the children to grow up without two loving parents, as her own had not been loving. She had a mother and a father, but neither were the loving type. They'd raised their cubs together, as demanded by tigris of their standing. The only thought she'd given the encounter was if her Empress would not want her to have more children. Oh, Bellatrix did not want to burden her wonderful Mistress. She could raise these babes. She could. She would. Raise them to be loyal servants, loyal guardians, to Silas. To Paventina and Cantil. To any other children Mistress may have.

Following Rajesh's scent proved to be unnecessary. He was calling out to her. She followed his calls, pleased to see that he'd not decided to go back on their agreement. <font color=#c68e17>"Hello again,"</font> she purred, letting him know she'd reached him. She didn't know what it was like to not see, but she thought it must be terribly boring. She studied him, amused in knowing he could not do the same to her. She was not pregnant, that much was apparent, though she knew he couldn't see it.

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Text goes here -- Charleston Gift complete!

Action | "Speech." | 'Thought.' | Element
stock image taken by Sandy Richard.


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Text goes here -- <b>Charleston</b> Gift complete!

<center>Action | <font color=#C9C4C2>"Speech."</font> | <i>'Thought.'</i> | <font color=#ABE16E><b>Element</b></font></div>
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Text goes here -- family table complete!

Action | "Speech" | 'Thought' | Magick | Feat
stock images taken by Maja Dumat, 2, Dan Brubaker Horst, Sarah Hina, Vilmos Vincze, Ajith Kumar, Emma


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Stark
Male
Algiz Resident
Wolf
© Marissa
3.25 (12) years
Height: 36 in
Posts: 1,211
AP: 56AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 140 lbs

RE: Your Guardian Angel

(This post was last modified: 06-28-2017, 06:40 PM by Marissa.)

Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.

"Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof."

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.


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Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.

<font color=#930303>"Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof."</font>

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

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The pale wolf stepped onto the soft spring ground and sighed. She followed Azazel to this new land because, well, of course she couldn't live without him. But after a while she drifted away from her friend and decided to do some exploring of her own. Was she upset about leaving Tamarix and the land she had grown to know and love? Yes, but maybe it was time for a change. Even if it was kind of soon. Well, at least she wasn't alone. But what about all the other friends she had made there? Would she ever see them again?

Her tail slightly swayed from hip to hip as she walked through the area. Fruit trees were scattered everywhere but what caught her eye wasn't any of the foods. It was the cherry blossoms. Leda had never seen such a beautiful thing before and so her pale blue eyes stared at the tree. Her ears perked as she stood in the grove and relaxed with the gentle scenery and scent of spring. "Hello!"


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The pale wolf stepped onto the soft spring ground and sighed. She followed Azazel to this new land because, well, of course she couldn't live without him. But after a while she drifted away from her friend and decided to do some exploring of her own. Was she upset about leaving Tamarix and the land she had grown to know and love? Yes, but maybe it was time for a change. Even if it was kind of soon. Well, at least she wasn't alone. But what about all the other friends she had made there? Would she ever see them again?

Her tail slightly swayed from hip to hip as she walked through the area. Fruit trees were scattered everywhere but what caught her eye wasn't any of the foods. It was the cherry blossoms. Leda had never seen such a beautiful thing before and so her pale blue eyes stared at the tree. Her ears perked as she stood in the grove and relaxed with the gentle scenery and scent of spring. <font color=#bd7522>"Hello!"</font color>

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The pale wolf stepped onto the soft spring ground and sighed. She followed Azazel to this new land because, well, of course she couldn't live without him. But after a while she drifted away from her friend and decided to do some exploring of her own. Was she upset about leaving Tamarix and the land she had grown to know and love? Yes, but maybe it was time for a change. Even if it was kind of soon. Well, at least she wasn't alone. But what about all the other friends she had made there? Would she ever see them again?

Her tail slightly swayed from hip to hip as she walked through the area. Fruit trees were scattered everywhere but what caught her eye wasn't any of the foods. It was the cherry blossoms. Leda had never seen such a beautiful thing before and so her pale blue eyes stared at the tree. Her ears perked as she stood in the grove and relaxed with the gentle scenery and scent of spring. "Hello!"


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The pale wolf stepped onto the soft spring ground and sighed. She followed Azazel to this new land because, well, of course she couldn't live without him. But after a while she drifted away from her friend and decided to do some exploring of her own. Was she upset about leaving Tamarix and the land she had grown to know and love? Yes, but maybe it was time for a change. Even if it was kind of soon. Well, at least she wasn't alone. But what about all the other friends she had made there? Would she ever see them again?

Her tail slightly swayed from hip to hip as she walked through the area. Fruit trees were scattered everywhere but what caught her eye wasn't any of the foods. It was the cherry blossoms. Leda had never seen such a beautiful thing before and so her pale blue eyes stared at the tree. Her ears perked as she stood in the grove and relaxed with the gentle scenery and scent of spring. <font color=#9a601e>"Hello!"</font color>

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Text here. "Talk Here."



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Text here. <font color=#aac0ff><b>"Talk Here."</b></font>

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'Twas not by fire, but was forged in flame
That can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain


Action. "Speech."


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<center> Action. <font color=#7b2c00><b>"Speech."</b></font>
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Stark has a companion named Freydis. She is a blue wyrmling dragon with cobalt blue scales. No one else can hear Freydis speak; only Stark can.


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Linnea
Female
Verja Healer
Wolf
© Marissa
2.75 (11) years
Height: 30 in
Posts: 271
AP: 4AP
Linked Accounts

Weight: 90 lbs

RE: Your Guardian Angel

(This post was last modified: 11-13-2016, 06:13 PM by Anthony.)


Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.

"Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof."

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.


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Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.

<font color=#cba977>"Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof."</font>

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

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Text text text Talk


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Linnea Dame-Fritjov

All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost


text. "speech."

full image by Angel


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text. <font color=#bd8e6b>"speech."</font>

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</div><center><font size=1><a href="http://orig09.deviantart.net/08fe/f/2016/303/1/a/bannerwithwords_by_aslange-damsbdv.jpg"><font color=000000>full image by Angel</a></font size></font color></center>


Linnea Dame-Fritjov

I wish that I could stay forever this young
Not afraid to close my eyes

Though the ape had tended to his physical wounds and Nashad continued that care upon arrival to the mountain, his mental wounds continued to fester. They were far from scars and if any had the capacity to see them, they might be worried he was sick with infection. The self-disgust and self-hated festered within him until bitterness was a constant companion. Though he didn't blame Lucien for what happened (and indeed was thankful Taavetti was gone), he found it hard to accept touch and affection, which he worried would make Lucien blame himself. He couldn't spare the man he loved pain -- because he couldn't contain he urge to flinch and shy away from touch -- so he focused on his children. It occurred to him that Eva must be feeling worse. To have men take from her twice... he couldn't fathom it. His sweet, beautiful daughter violated twice. The only blessing he could find was that she was not pregnant again; who knew if the felines would even let half-breed felines live.

It took effort to keep his wings (ascension) at his back. All they wanted was to droop, to drag across the floor and display for all his mood. He sat before a small fire in his old cave-den, watching water heat and meat cook on the flat stone. His intent was to make it into a soup, of sorts, and feed it to Eva. His own stomach revolted at the idea of eating, even as his stomach growled. He leaned down to sip at the camomile tea, trying to settled his nerves and his belly. Relaxation was not possible. Not when, for all he knew, that beast was prowling around outside, waiting to find one of them alone.

Silver gaze stared at the meat, willing it to cook faster. Perhaps if he hurried he might be able to feed Eva without anyone here to fuss at him to eat. His belly, swollen with pups in an odd practical joke (or curse, depending on whom you asked), gave everyone a license to tell him how to care for himself apparently.

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<font size=3>T</font size>hough the ape had tended to his physical wounds and Nashad continued that care upon arrival to the mountain, his mental wounds continued to fester. They were far from scars and if any had the capacity to see them, they might be worried he was sick with infection. The self-disgust and self-hated festered within him until bitterness was a constant companion. Though he didn't blame Lucien for what happened (and indeed was thankful Taavetti was gone), he found it hard to accept touch and affection, which he worried would make Lucien blame himself. He couldn't spare the man he loved pain -- because he couldn't contain he urge to flinch and shy away from touch -- so he focused on his children. It occurred to him that Eva must be feeling worse. To have men take from her <i>twice</i>... he couldn't fathom it. His sweet, beautiful daughter violated twice. The only blessing he could find was that she was not pregnant again; who knew if the felines would even let half-breed felines <i>live</i>.

It took effort to keep his wings (<b>ascension</b>) at his back. All they wanted was to droop, to drag across the floor and display for all his mood. He sat before a small fire in his old cave-den, watching water heat and meat cook on the flat stone. His intent was to make it into a soup, of sorts, and feed it to Eva. His own stomach revolted at the idea of eating, even as his stomach growled. He leaned down to sip at the camomile tea, trying to settled his nerves and his belly. Relaxation was not possible. Not when, for all he knew, that beast was prowling around outside, waiting to find one of them alone.

Silver gaze stared at the meat, willing it to cook faster. Perhaps if he hurried he might be able to feed Eva without anyone here to fuss at <i>him</i> to eat. His belly, swollen with pups in an odd practical joke (or curse, depending on whom you asked), gave everyone a license to tell him how to care for himself <i>apparently</i>.

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Vitani
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Valkyrja Warrior
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RE: Your Guardian Angel

(This post was last modified: 11-18-2019, 02:37 AM by Lucien. Edited 5 times in total.)

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Vitani Shae


In all the good times
I find myself longing for change
And in the bad times I fear myself


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Text | "Talk."

Jane drumsara & The Belurs


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I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I starred in my first film, "The Salt Flats". It was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box, and our place always smelled of roses. Those were there best years of my life. But America's war grew worse, and worse. And eventually came to London. After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone. I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like "collateral" and "rendition" became frightening. While things like Norse Fire and The Articles of Allegiance became powerful, I remember how different became dangerous. I still don't understand it, why they hate us so much. They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

She walks. | "She talks." | She thinks. | Magic
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She walks. | <font color=#840e4f>"She talks."</font> | <i>She thinks.</i> | <b>Magic</b>
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I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I starred in my first film, "The Salt Flats". It was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box, and our place always smelled of roses. Those were there best years of my life. But America's war grew worse, and worse. And eventually came to London. After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone. I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like "collateral" and "rendition" became frightening. While things like Norse Fire and The Articles of Allegiance became powerful, I remember how different became dangerous. I still don't understand it, why they hate us so much. They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

She walks. | "She talks." | She thinks. | Magic
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She walks. | <font color=#840e4f>"She talks."</font> | <i>She thinks.</i> | <b>Magic</b>
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Vitani Shae

I just hope you're lying next to somebody
Who knows how to love you like me
There must be a good reason that you're gone


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"Speak."
Lion01


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The maybe female's offer (blatant in his attempts) to Regalia's curse, caused Vitani to arch her brow. She turned her eyes upon the maybe female (despite the fact that Regalia claimed the her to actually be a him) as Regalia sputtered that she couldn't leave one of the party out. Vitani hadn't considered the idea of a threesome. She might have only come close once but Erebus had been a little hurt upon her choice to go after Jelani. How could she not have? When the opportunity had come to her, she couldn't have chosen differently. She enjoyed every feline that she had come across (though some rubbed her the wrong way), she couldn't hide the fact that she had a stronger like and connection to the lions. So it wasn't so surprising that Vitani had gone after Jelani with the dark mane and cool attitude. The closer that she had gotten to Jelani, the stronger she felt toward him, though she refused to allow herself to feel whatever it was. Jelani had left but Vitani would never be able to hold it against him. She wasn't a woman to be scorned simply because he vanished for a bit. After all, it wasn't like the lioness herself stayed in one place. Forcing her mind away from such thoughts, directing back upon the game, she gave Regalia a heated stare.

"She's right, you know, buddy. Unless you can only go one round at a time." She looked him (her?) up and down with conviction. "If that's the case, well then, you might want to work on your stamina." Vitani couldn't help the smirk that she gave Jason as she turned her attention back to Regalia. Though, Jason's pick up line would come and Vitani snorted. In the lameness factor went, it was pretty stupid. It might have made her chuckle (though she wasn't inclined to actually say that it had), that did not mean that she was ready to give up her judgement just yet. Vitani might have confidence but that did not mean that she actually had any good reason to be a judge to lame pick up lines.

Not that she was going to tell either one that.

Electric eyes would attempt to meet Regalia's, her brow arched as she gave her a look of well, I'm waiting. And she wasn't disappointed as Regalia smacked down the pick up line. For a moment, the lioness stared. Eyes were alive with mirth as she tried to keep her composure. Her expression morphed into one of seriousness as she contemplated each pick up line. Unable to continue holding that serious look, Vitani broke. Laughter came out of her, her expression light as she started to shake her head. "Regalia's," she said, her chortles chopping up her sentence, "was funnier. Jason's was more lame." Shaking her head, she continued to chortle as she waited for the next round.

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<font color=#d669dc>"She's right, you know, buddy. Unless you can only go one round at a time."</font> She looked him (her?) up and down with conviction. <font color=#d669dc>"If that's the case, well then, you might want to work on your stamina."</font> Vitani couldn't help the smirk that she gave Jason as she turned her attention back to Regalia. Though, Jason's pick up line would come and Vitani snorted. In the lameness factor went, it was pretty stupid. It might have made her chuckle (though she wasn't inclined to actually say that it had), that did not mean that she was ready to give up her judgement just yet. Vitani might have confidence but that did not mean that she actually had any good reason to be a judge to lame pick up lines.

Not that she was going to tell either one that.

Electric eyes would attempt to meet Regalia's, her brow arched as she gave her a look of <i>well, I'm waiting.</i> And she wasn't disappointed as Regalia smacked down the pick up line. For a moment, the lioness stared. Eyes were alive with mirth as she tried to keep her composure. Her expression morphed into one of seriousness as she contemplated each pick up line. Unable to continue holding that serious look, Vitani broke. Laughter came out of her, her expression light as she started to shake her head. <font color=#d669dc>"Regalia's,"</font> she said, her chortles chopping up her sentence, <font color=#d669dc>"was funnier. Jason's was more lame."</font> Shaking her head, she continued to chortle as she waited for the next round.

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RE: Your Guardian Angel

(This post was last modified: 12-24-2017, 07:06 PM by Marissa.)
Lucien was becoming bored with not having his fun at poking at Nashad. He didn't know what was the big deal. So he had a wife and wanted something on the side? Who wouldn't want to be the something on the side? He was Lucien - fucking - Tyran. Everyone wanted him for his class and looks. He was not stupid and he understood that. His lips twitched upwards into a smirk as he came to a choice. He would have to go hunt down his little mouse. He simply could not allow him to continue in his little tanturm. Perhaps the time apart had cooled that temper that the coyote male possessed? Lucien snorted because who was he kidding? The male had a temper like a female. Not even his wife was this difficult. That was just saying things, of course. He glanced around himself. The lands that he commanded would be fine without him overseeing it. He was bored and finding Nashad would be a simple thing, wouldn't it? How far would he have strayed in the time that they had been a part? He couldn't have left his niece all alone. And then, a thought came to him. A cunning thought that Nashad wouldn't be able to avoid all this time. He would bring the girl with him. Surely she missed her uncle as much as the woman missed her. And then, when he was caught off guard, Lucien would sweep him away.

Perhaps he could also add in the fact that he had left his wife. It, of course, would not be true. But would Nashad be able to see that? He was Lucien Tyran after all. Though, the arrogant personality was not giving the benefit of doubt to the coyote male. If Nashad continued to act like a woman, then Lucien would just have to treat him as one. Perhaps he wanted flowers or something? But wasn't the wild dog enough? He snorted to himself and with his choice set into motion, the golden male moved forward. It was time to set this plan of his into motion and get his little woman coyote back. Chuckling to himself, the Tyran male moved to find his wife to speak to her. Because she was ever understanding, wasn't she? The wild dog figured that there was nothing that would go wrong with his plan. After all, it was his plan. He was too smart for everyone to comprehend and he knew it. He would just have to grab the coyote girl and have her come with him. He figured that they would be able to set off soon. He wanted to leave as quickly as possible, because if he let it sit any longer, that meant Nashad got farther away. And Lucien was not going to be having any more of that. He had left and now the Tyran male decided that he would be bringing him back kicking and screaming, if he had too. And knowing Nashad, he probably would have to exactly that.

Speech


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Perhaps he could also add in the fact that he had left his wife. It, of course, would not be true. But would Nashad be able to see that? He was Lucien Tyran after all. Though, the arrogant personality was not giving the benefit of doubt to the coyote male. If Nashad continued to act like a woman, then Lucien would just have to treat him as one. Perhaps he wanted flowers or something? But wasn't the wild dog enough? He snorted to himself and with his choice set into motion, the golden male moved forward. It was time to set this plan of his into motion and get his little woman coyote back. Chuckling to himself, the Tyran male moved to find his wife to speak to her. Because she was ever understanding, wasn't she? The wild dog figured that there was nothing that would go wrong with his plan. After all, it was his plan. He was too smart for everyone to comprehend and he knew it. He would just have to grab the coyote girl and have her come with him. He figured that they would be able to set off soon. He wanted to leave as quickly as possible, because if he let it sit any longer, that meant Nashad got farther away. And Lucien was not going to be having any more of that. He had left and now the Tyran male decided that he would be bringing him back kicking and screaming, if he had too. And knowing Nashad, he probably would have to exactly that.

<font color=#6fbbc4>Speech</font>

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Lucien Tyran
We don't mind all the watching, Cause if they study close, real close
They might learn something


Movement as the mare dashed away caught her attention like the pull of a hypnotist. Eyes wide, claws unsheathed, she sprang forward -- propelled by bent back legs -- after the fleeing feast. Prey flees! Prey flees! Simple were her thoughts, guided by instinct. If it flees, it must be chased. Tail extended fully behind her, hackles erect, and she sprinted, aiming for top speeds with which to peruse after the slower mare. Ears pinned and winkled maw parted, she aimed to close the gap. Aiming to come at the mare's rear (right side) at a 45 degree angle.

Then she would reach up with both clawed paws extending out, trying to grab and sink into the flesh of the mare's right hip. Simultaneously she aimed to sink her large canines into the same haunch, rendering her incapable of lowering her head for protection. Grab, grab, grab! She was a tiger, and as such large prey animals were her specialty. Sand flew, kicked up in her wake but went unnoticed by her. To Bellatrix this was nothing but a simple hunt. Who was she to care about the feelings of meat when she hardly loved her own sister?

"Talk here."


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Movement as the mare dashed away caught her attention like the pull of a hypnotist. Eyes wide, claws unsheathed, she sprang forward -- propelled by bent back legs -- after the fleeing feast. <i>Prey flees! Prey flees!</i> Simple were her thoughts, guided by instinct. <i>If it flees, it must be chased.</i> Tail extended fully behind her, hackles erect, and she <i>sprinted</i>, aiming for top speeds with which to peruse after the slower mare. Ears pinned and winkled maw parted, she aimed to close the gap. Aiming to come at the mare's rear (right side) at a 45 degree angle.

Then she would reach <i>up</i> with both clawed paws extending out, trying to grab and sink into the flesh of the mare's right hip. Simultaneously she aimed to sink her large canines into the same haunch, rendering her incapable of lowering her head for protection. <i>Grab, grab, grab!</i> She was a tiger, and as such large prey animals were her specialty. Sand flew, kicked up in her wake but went unnoticed by her. To Bellatrix this was nothing but a simple hunt. Who was she to care about the feelings of meat when she hardly loved her own sister?

<font color=#2085cc>"Talk here."</font>

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Lucien Tyran

I don't need to try to control you
Look into my eyes and I'll own you


Action. "Speech."

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<center> Action. <font color=#017dae><b>"Speech."</b></font>
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Text goes here -- Lucien Gift complete!

Action | "Speech." | 'Thought.' | Element
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Text goes here -- <b>Lucien</b> Gift complete!

<center>Action | <font color=#ABDADB>"Speech."</font> | <i>'Thought.'</i> | <font color=#F3E5AB><b>Element</b></font></div>
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Lucien Eadric Tyran
‘Cause you ain't never met nobody like me


Post goes here. “To speak or not to speak?”


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♛ Lucien Eadric Tyran ♛

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers


Far from a master of flight, Vas merely hugged the jagged limestone pillar he crashed into. Having been abandoned on the edge of Yavania, Vas wandered deeper into the lands in search of food and shelter. Getting around as a mammal meant to fly but stuck earthbound had been a challenge, and he'd been at the end of his courage when magic overtook him. Totem activated, forcing him into the body of another creature -- a much larger creature with no wings! It was frightening, and for the first time since being abandoned, he thought he understood why. Back home, magic was a sin, was the sign of worshipping the evil aligned Gods. When he'd discovered his fire magic, small though it was, he'd been so excited to show his mother.

She'd been far from thrilled, and now here he was. Clinging to the base of a limestone formation with four strange clawed-like paws, wishing he wasn't magical at all. If he'd been normal, he would currently not be so hungry. He clung harder to the limestone, trying to form a plan for survival instead of crying like he wanted to.

Walk | "Talk." | Magic



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Far from a master of flight, Vas merely hugged the jagged limestone pillar he crashed into. Having been abandoned on the edge of Yavania, Vas wandered deeper into the lands in search of food and shelter. Getting around as a mammal meant to fly but stuck earthbound had been a challenge, and he'd been at the end of his courage when magic overtook him. <b>Totem</b> activated, forcing him into the body of another creature -- a much larger creature with no wings! It was frightening, and for the first time since being abandoned, he thought he understood why. Back home, magic was a sin, was the sign of worshipping the evil aligned Gods. When he'd discovered his fire magic, small though it was, he'd been so excited to show his mother.

She'd been far from thrilled, and now here he was. Clinging to the base of a limestone formation with four strange clawed-like paws, wishing he wasn't magical at all. If he'd been normal, he would currently not be so hungry. He clung harder to the limestone, trying to form a plan for survival instead of crying like he wanted to.

<center>Walk | <b>"Talk."</b> | <u>Magic</u></center></font>

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Lucien Tyran

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down


He knew that the months had passed and that it had only resulted in the now adult target to possibly feel a false sense of security. It was something that the male wild dog wanted. Why? Because he was an arrogant ass. In that arrogance, he looked out for the most possible outcome to get him what he wanted. Not believing that the male would be able to escape him again, the wild dog found himself in the middle of the arena. Ears were perked forward, listening to the sounds around him. The spring months had turned everything warm, the sun beating down on him making it so the place that he was standing in had no mud around it in a twenty feet diameter. It meant that there was less of a chance that he would be able to trip himself up when it came to the elements. His paws were spread for balance, his hackles raised as he arched his tail upwards in dominance.

Eyes were narrowed into slits, his attention on the surroundings to see if his opponent had turned more into the coward that he was. That Lucien believed for him to be. His muzzle was wrinkled, head lowered to protect his throat and for him to call for Katchneil to his death. He made no qualms to hide that was what he was calling for, his jaws parted as he waited. While he did so, he lowered his ears against his head.

Lucien vs Katchneil
For Death
Move 0/4
2 days
30 inches and 85 lbs
Excellent health
Full dodge unused
Fire: 0/15 | Shadow: 0/15 | Light: 0/15 | Psychic: 0/15 | Kinetic: 0/15 |
Negation: 0/1 | Hydroguise: 0/1 | Clarity: 0/1 | Bastion: 0/1 | Bulwark: 0/1 | Occultation: 0/1 | Meditation: 0/1 | Fire Whip: 0/1 | Flame Dagger: 0/1 | Red Flamethrower: 0/1 | Invisibility: 0/1 | Lasso: 0/1 | Moonlit Shadow-step: 0/1 |
Affliction: 0/1 | Axon: 0/1 | Neuron: 0/1 | Lacerate: 0/1 | Rend: 0/1 | Classify: 0/1 | Telekinesis: 0/1 | Telekinetic: 0/1 | Telescope: 0/1 | Bolt: 0/1 | Dart: 0/2 | Arrow: 0/1 | Silence: 0/1 | Agile | Specimen

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Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

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He knew that the months had passed and that it had only resulted in the now adult target to possibly feel a false sense of security. It was something that the male wild dog wanted. Why? Because he was an arrogant ass. In that arrogance, he looked out for the most possible outcome to get him what he wanted. Not believing that the male would be able to escape him again, the wild dog found himself in the middle of the arena. Ears were perked forward, listening to the sounds around him. The spring months had turned everything warm, the sun beating down on him making it so the place that he was standing in had no mud around it in a twenty feet diameter. It meant that there was less of a chance that he would be able to trip himself up when it came to the elements. His paws were spread for balance, his hackles raised as he arched his tail upwards in dominance.

Eyes were narrowed into slits, his attention on the surroundings to see if his opponent had turned more into the coward that he was. That Lucien believed for him to be. His muzzle was wrinkled, head lowered to protect his throat <i>and</i> for him to call for Katchneil to his death. He made no qualms to hide that was what he was calling for, his jaws parted as he waited. While he did so, he lowered his ears against his head.

<font color=#a47800>Lucien vs Katchneil
For Death
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2 days
30 inches and 85 lbs
Excellent health
Full dodge unused
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Negation: 0/1 | Hydroguise: 0/1 | Clarity: 0/1 | Bastion: 0/1 | Bulwark: 0/1 | Occultation: 0/1 | Meditation: 0/1 | Fire Whip: 0/1 | Flame Dagger: 0/1 | Red Flamethrower: 0/1 | Invisibility: 0/1 | Lasso: 0/1 | Moonlit Shadow-step: 0/1 |
Affliction: 0/1 | Axon: 0/1 | Neuron: 0/1 | Lacerate: 0/1 | Rend: 0/1 | Classify: 0/1 | Telekinesis: 0/1 | Telekinetic: 0/1 | Telescope: 0/1 | Bolt: 0/1 | Dart: 0/2 | Arrow: 0/1 | Silence: 0/1 | Agile | Specimen </font>

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Iden
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A. wild dog
© Marissa
3 (10) years
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Weight: 90 lbs

RE: Your Guardian Angel

(This post was last modified: 09-23-2017, 02:10 PM by Marissa.)

The pale wolf stepped onto the soft spring ground and sighed. She followed Azazel to this new land because, well, of course she couldn't live without him. But after a while she drifted away from her friend and decided to do some exploring of her own. Was she upset about leaving Tamarix and the land she had grown to know and love? Yes, but maybe it was time for a change. Even if it was kind of soon. Well, at least she wasn't alone. But what about all the other friends she had made there? Would she ever see them again?

Her tail slightly swayed from hip to hip as she walked through the area. Fruit trees were scattered everywhere but what caught her eye wasn't any of the foods. It was the cherry blossoms. Leda had never seen such a beautiful thing before and so her pale blue eyes stared at the tree. Her ears perked as she stood in the grove and relaxed with the gentle scenery and scent of spring. "Hello!"


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The pale wolf stepped onto the soft spring ground and sighed. She followed Azazel to this new land because, well, of course she couldn't live without him. But after a while she drifted away from her friend and decided to do some exploring of her own. Was she upset about leaving Tamarix and the land she had grown to know and love? Yes, but maybe it was time for a change. Even if it was kind of soon. Well, at least she wasn't alone. But what about all the other friends she had made there? Would she ever see them again?

Her tail slightly swayed from hip to hip as she walked through the area. Fruit trees were scattered everywhere but what caught her eye wasn't any of the foods. It was the cherry blossoms. Leda had never seen such a beautiful thing before and so her pale blue eyes stared at the tree. Her ears perked as she stood in the grove and relaxed with the gentle scenery and scent of spring. <font color=#0d79a7>"Hello!"</font color>

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Iden Tyran
See the lightning in your eyes
See ‘em running for their lives


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He walks. | "He talks." | He thinks.




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<center>He walks. | <font color=#45a0f4>"He talks."</font> | <i>He thinks.</i></center>

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Iden Tyran
There's a rumble in the floor
So get prepared for war


Movement as the mare dashed away caught her attention like the pull of a hypnotist. Eyes wide, claws unsheathed, she sprang forward -- propelled by bent back legs -- after the fleeing feast. Prey flees! Prey flees! Simple were her thoughts, guided by instinct. If it flees, it must be chased. Tail extended fully behind her, hackles erect, and she sprinted, aiming for top speeds with which to peruse after the slower mare. Ears pinned and winkled maw parted, she aimed to close the gap. Aiming to come at the mare's rear (right side) at a 45 degree angle.

Then she would reach up with both clawed paws extending out, trying to grab and sink into the flesh of the mare's right hip. Simultaneously she aimed to sink her large canines into the same haunch, rendering her incapable of lowering her head for protection. Grab, grab, grab! She was a tiger, and as such large prey animals were her specialty. Sand flew, kicked up in her wake but went unnoticed by her. To Bellatrix this was nothing but a simple hunt. Who was she to care about the feelings of meat when she hardly loved her own sister?

"Talk here."


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Movement as the mare dashed away caught her attention like the pull of a hypnotist. Eyes wide, claws unsheathed, she sprang forward -- propelled by bent back legs -- after the fleeing feast. <i>Prey flees! Prey flees!</i> Simple were her thoughts, guided by instinct. <i>If it flees, it must be chased.</i> Tail extended fully behind her, hackles erect, and she <i>sprinted</i>, aiming for top speeds with which to peruse after the slower mare. Ears pinned and winkled maw parted, she aimed to close the gap. Aiming to come at the mare's rear (right side) at a 45 degree angle.

Then she would reach <i>up</i> with both clawed paws extending out, trying to grab and sink into the flesh of the mare's right hip. Simultaneously she aimed to sink her large canines into the same haunch, rendering her incapable of lowering her head for protection. <i>Grab, grab, grab!</i> She was a tiger, and as such large prey animals were her specialty. Sand flew, kicked up in her wake but went unnoticed by her. To Bellatrix this was nothing but a simple hunt. Who was she to care about the feelings of meat when she hardly loved her own sister?

<font color=#077dc2>"Talk here."</font>

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Iden Tyran
here comes the danger up in this club
When we get started and we ain't gonna stop


Movement as the mare dashed away caught her attention like the pull of a hypnotist. Eyes wide, claws unsheathed, she sprang forward -- propelled by bent back legs -- after the fleeing feast. Prey flees! Prey flees! Simple were her thoughts, guided by instinct. If it flees, it must be chased. Tail extended fully behind her, hackles erect, and she sprinted, aiming for top speeds with which to peruse after the slower mare. Ears pinned and winkled maw parted, she aimed to close the gap. Aiming to come at the mare's rear (right side) at a 45 degree angle.

Then she would reach up with both clawed paws extending out, trying to grab and sink into the flesh of the mare's right hip. Simultaneously she aimed to sink her large canines into the same haunch, rendering her incapable of lowering her head for protection. Grab, grab, grab! She was a tiger, and as such large prey animals were her specialty. Sand flew, kicked up in her wake but went unnoticed by her. To Bellatrix this was nothing but a simple hunt. Who was she to care about the feelings of meat when she hardly loved her own sister?

"Talk here."


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<div align=justify style="font-family:times;font-size:11px;color:#000000;line-height:11px;letter-spacing:1px;word-spacing:2px;background:#e7e7e7; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; padding: 10px 10px 10px 10px;margin: 15px 25px 475px 25px;opacity:0.8;filter:alpha(opacity=100);"><center><link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Open+Sans+Condensed:300" rel="stylesheet"> <font face="Kaushan Script" color=000000 size=5>Iden Tyran</font face></link><br><font style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: none; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #000000; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #f2d7c4; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 10px;">here comes the danger up in this club<br>When we get started and we ain't gonna stop</font></center>

Movement as the mare dashed away caught her attention like the pull of a hypnotist. Eyes wide, claws unsheathed, she sprang forward -- propelled by bent back legs -- after the fleeing feast. <i>Prey flees! Prey flees!</i> Simple were her thoughts, guided by instinct. <i>If it flees, it must be chased.</i> Tail extended fully behind her, hackles erect, and she <i>sprinted</i>, aiming for top speeds with which to peruse after the slower mare. Ears pinned and winkled maw parted, she aimed to close the gap. Aiming to come at the mare's rear (right side) at a 45 degree angle.

Then she would reach <i>up</i> with both clawed paws extending out, trying to grab and sink into the flesh of the mare's right hip. Simultaneously she aimed to sink her large canines into the same haunch, rendering her incapable of lowering her head for protection. <i>Grab, grab, grab!</i> She was a tiger, and as such large prey animals were her specialty. Sand flew, kicked up in her wake but went unnoticed by her. To Bellatrix this was nothing but a simple hunt. Who was she to care about the feelings of meat when she hardly loved her own sister?

<font color=#077dc2>"Talk here."</font>

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♚ Iden ♚

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Far from a master of flight, Vas merely hugged the jagged limestone pillar he crashed into. Having been abandoned on the edge of Yavania, Vas wandered deeper into the lands in search of food and shelter. Getting around as a mammal meant to fly but stuck earthbound had been a challenge, and he'd been at the end of his courage when magic overtook him. Totem activated, forcing him into the body of another creature -- a much larger creature with no wings! It was frightening, and for the first time since being abandoned, he thought he understood why. Back home, magic was a sin, was the sign of worshipping the evil aligned Gods. When he'd discovered his fire magic, small though it was, he'd been so excited to show his mother.

She'd been far from thrilled, and now here he was. Clinging to the base of a limestone formation with four strange clawed-like paws, wishing he wasn't magical at all. If he'd been normal, he would currently not be so hungry. He clung harder to the limestone, trying to form a plan for survival instead of crying like he wanted to.

Walk | "Talk." | Magic



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Far from a master of flight, Vas merely hugged the jagged limestone pillar he crashed into. Having been abandoned on the edge of Yavania, Vas wandered deeper into the lands in search of food and shelter. Getting around as a mammal meant to fly but stuck earthbound had been a challenge, and he'd been at the end of his courage when magic overtook him. <b>Totem</b> activated, forcing him into the body of another creature -- a much larger creature with no wings! It was frightening, and for the first time since being abandoned, he thought he understood why. Back home, magic was a sin, was the sign of worshipping the evil aligned Gods. When he'd discovered his fire magic, small though it was, he'd been so excited to show his mother.

She'd been far from thrilled, and now here he was. Clinging to the base of a limestone formation with four strange clawed-like paws, wishing he wasn't magical at all. If he'd been normal, he would currently not be so hungry. He clung harder to the limestone, trying to form a plan for survival instead of crying like he wanted to.

<center>Walk | <b>"Talk."</b> | <u>Magic</u></center></font>

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RE: Your Guardian Angel

(This post was last modified: 06-28-2017, 06:53 PM by Marissa.)

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Text goes here -- Kamilė Gift complete!

Action | "Speech." | 'Thought.' | Element
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Text goes here -- <b>Kamilė</b> Gift complete!

<center>Action | <font color=#87ACDD>"Speech."</font> | <i>'Thought.'</i> | <font color=#CAA473><b>Element</b></font></div>
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RE: Your Guardian Angel

(This post was last modified: 10-29-2017, 02:04 PM by Marissa.)

The pale wolf stepped onto the soft spring ground and sighed. She followed Azazel to this new land because, well, of course she couldn't live without him. But after a while she drifted away from her friend and decided to do some exploring of her own. Was she upset about leaving Tamarix and the land she had grown to know and love? Yes, but maybe it was time for a change. Even if it was kind of soon. Well, at least she wasn't alone. But what about all the other friends she had made there? Would she ever see them again?

Her tail slightly swayed from hip to hip as she walked through the area. Fruit trees were scattered everywhere but what caught her eye wasn't any of the foods. It was the cherry blossoms. Leda had never seen such a beautiful thing before and so her pale blue eyes stared at the tree. Her ears perked as she stood in the grove and relaxed with the gentle scenery and scent of spring. "Hello!"


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The pale wolf stepped onto the soft spring ground and sighed. She followed Azazel to this new land because, well, of course she couldn't live without him. But after a while she drifted away from her friend and decided to do some exploring of her own. Was she upset about leaving Tamarix and the land she had grown to know and love? Yes, but maybe it was time for a change. Even if it was kind of soon. Well, at least she wasn't alone. But what about all the other friends she had made there? Would she ever see them again?

Her tail slightly swayed from hip to hip as she walked through the area. Fruit trees were scattered everywhere but what caught her eye wasn't any of the foods. It was the cherry blossoms. Leda had never seen such a beautiful thing before and so her pale blue eyes stared at the tree. Her ears perked as she stood in the grove and relaxed with the gentle scenery and scent of spring. <font color=#d08551>"Hello!"</font color>

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Harleen Quin
'Play nice with yer new chew toy!'

Text goes here -- Gift complete! ;D

Action | "Speech" | 'Thought' | Element | Power
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'<font color=#B9958A>Play nice with yer new chew toy!</font>'</center> <br>Text goes here -- Gift complete! ;D

<center> Action | <font color=pink>"Speech"</font> | <i><font color=gray>'Thought'</i></font> | <font color=tan><b>Element</b></font> | <font color=cyan><u>Power</u></font></center> </div></td></tr></table> </td></tr></table> <center><span style="font-size: 10px;"> stock images taken by <a href="http://dawnthieves.de/Web/index.php">DawnThieves</a>, <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/mutednarayan/396673914/">Lindsey Bieda</a>. </span></center>


Harleen Quin


Action | "Speech." | Power.
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RE: Your Guardian Angel

(This post was last modified: 06-28-2017, 06:59 PM by Marissa.)
Minato Namikaze
To be a ninja is to confront hatred


He walks. | "He talks." | He thinks.


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<center>He walks. | <font color=#0c0290>"He talks."</font> | <i>He thinks.</i></center>
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Minato Namikaze

Saying you're going to rip me to shreds

Text. Text. Text. "Talk. Talk. Talk."


Isn't going to make me come closer to you.


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Text. Text. Text. <font color=#0c0290>"Talk. Talk. Talk."</font>


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Minato Namikaze

Can you hear my heartbeat?
Tired of feeling never enough

Text. Text. Text. "Talk. Talk. Talk."

I close my eyes and tell myself that
my dreams will come true


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Minato Namikaze</font face></link><br><font style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: none; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #000000; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #000000; letter-spacing: 3px; line-height: 10px;">Can you hear my heartbeat?<br>Tired of feeling never enough</font></center><font color=000000>
Text. Text. Text. <font color=#0c0290>"Talk. Talk. Talk."</font>

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Action | "Speech." | 'Thought.' | Element


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<center>Action | <font color=#96F5F5>"Speech."</font> | <i>'Thought.'</i> | <font color=#E1A24B><b>Element</b></font></div>
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