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Post by Tsukikage on Mar 19, 2006 16:29:34 GMT -5
To claim one of these, you must put up a short RP,
Blue
Cheza Taken by Matrix03[/color] Darcia Hige
Kiba-Taken by Tsukikage[/color] Quent Toboe Tsume
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Post by Tsukikage on Apr 11, 2006 20:37:03 GMT -5
Short Kiba RP sample:
For the third time that day, he looked up at the sky. His green eyes were passive, but beneath lay confusion and a small hope that she, his sister, was still alive. Messy brown hair ruffled in the slight wind as he pulled his leather jacket tighter to him. Kiba sighed heavily and stood, "Are you okay, Kika? I'm so worried about you...sister. Please be okay."
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Post by matrix03 on Jul 9, 2006 23:18:26 GMT -5
Smelling like flowers, she looked out towards the figure the wolves called the Blood Moon. The wind shifted a little, making it harder to sense her sister. With Kiba by her side, Cheza was sure that she would soon be unites with her sister.
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apocrypha
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I am Apocrypha of Yzarc
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Post by apocrypha on Jul 21, 2008 18:14:37 GMT -5
A short Darcia sample: Darcia never knew that he was actually a wolf but he started to realize that he was a wolf because he realized that after he became a giant wolf and he wondered why his father never told him anything because he always believed that he was cursed by Paradise, and he was always human. He knew that Cheza was made by his family.
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Post by calais on Jan 9, 2009 17:42:51 GMT -5
A quivering, bandaged hand slammed the clear shot glass down onto the stained, wooden bar counter. "Hit me again." The glass was refilled, and the man threw his head back in a hasty gulp. "Again." The barkeep frowned, "Sir, I think you've had enough." "I said again." The bartender gave a resigned sigh and poured the belligerent man another shot, "It's your liver, old man."
The wolf hunter let out a derisive snort, "Damned right, it's mine. Only thing I have that I can trust is what's inside me." Another refill and another rushed drink. The bourbon was old and hard, and tasted more like urine than liquor. He gritted his teeth as he felt the burn of bourbon finally hit his stomach. God, it was awful. Why was he paying for this muck? Maybe backtracking to the last town wasn't a bad idea; at least they had whiskey.
Quent Yaiden didn't drink for pleasure or need; he drank for the pain. Most of the time, the burn was the only reminder that he was alive - more now, that he didn't have that lying dog with him. Couldn't even trust her, in the end. Last he'd seen of Blue, she'd been protecting that demon-eyed white wolf. Why? Why did she fall in with them? Had she felt nothing for Ruse? Nothing for him? Or was the wolf in her just so emotionless, so cold that years of dedication and companionship could be thrown to the wind at the sight of a... Quent's mind went fuzzy. He began to forget about the complications of Blue, the death of his wife, of his beloved Ruse...
The haze was also why he drank.
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