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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 8:49 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 9:22 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 2:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 4:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 5:09 pm
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One Ticket Please: Username: Lunadriel Basket Name: Odin Temper: Distant Personality: Inspired by his family, to silently stand by and observe how they all act. Odin carefully watches his mother, not sure what to think of Kitten. He considers her no less a mother than Ophelia. However, he is cautious. There is an underlying sensation, that he's not sure he understands. He also closely watches his brother, believing that he is just like his mother.
If anyone tries to harm his family, he goes into a frenzy. He blacks out, and goes berserk! He remembers nothing of these episodes. It is not a split personality, simply the rage causes him to not remember a thing. Not that he can do much damage. If you can imagine a tiny usdia, kicking up grass, and shoving dirt around while trying to pick a fight.
As he gets older, he'll learn to channel into his berserk mode at will, and use it to try and become a strong fighter. Odin will defend all that he loves and holds dear. Other: Loooove this family! =3
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 5:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 6:07 pm
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Prompt Response Username: Lunadriel Prompt Number: 2 Your response:
Odin, swishes his little tail, and he watches his mother approach. The warm heart of the foal swelled, and he smiled upon seeing her. He rarely got to see her, and truly wanted to know more about her.
He went over to her with a skip in his step. Odin's little hooves, slowed, then paused, as he saw what was in Ophelia's mouth. His smile turned to a curious, and slightly confused one. Odins head titled from one side to the other, as if that would help him see the dead squirrel more clearly.
When Ophelia set it on the ground before him, he blinked up at her, darted his eyes to the squirrel, then back at her. What was he supposed to do with this? He watched his mother with a raised eyebrow, wondering what she would do next.
The foal frowned when nothing happened, as if she was waiting on him to do something instead. Scrunching his lips, he scrutinized the squirrel. Picking up a stick, he poked at it and shuttered from head to hoof. Poking dead things was kind of fun! He flared his nostrils, and picked it up with the stick. He wondered if he could scare his sister with it! Odin blurted out a laugh from around the stick in his mouth, and dropped the squirrel. Then he looked at Ophelia, and watched her lick her chops. Weird. Odin cleared his throat, and went to find his dad. Feeling the need to have him near, leaving the squirrel to his mom.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 4:23 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 8:41 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 10:47 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 7:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 7:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 7:39 pm
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