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Greetings,
Feel free to buy or bid on anything you wish.
No, I am sorry, I will not trade with you unless it is something worth while. I also will not lower the price unless it is by less than two thousand gold.
Thank you, and have a glorious day.

 

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SaskiaDono

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Last Login: 10/29/2012 9:54 am

Gender: Female

I'm Saskia.
Sus-key-uh.
You can just call me Sas.


My passions are writing, theatre, drawing, people, and philosophy.
I call just about everyone "Dude," "Darlin'," "Hon," "Honey," "Love," "Sweets," "Dear," etc. I'm sorry if you are not fond of this.
I am incredibly sarcastic, very witty, and surprisingly crude, yet incredibly loving and loyal. I am blunt but very shy, and kinda awkward at times.
I rant, I am weird, kind of insane. Always barefoot, no social boundaries. Lots of piercings and strange habits.

I am a Syesthetic. Which means when I hear sounds, I see colors.
My existence is... Weird. If you know me personally, you are either nodding, giggling, or agreeing in some other way because you know how true it really is.

I promise you I am real.

Oh, and yes.
I do bite. <3



Check out my art:
http://saskia-dono.deviantart.com/

Have a glorious day.

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Artemis-no-02 Report | 07/13/2012 1:13 am
Artemis-no-02
Why thank you bubba~ <3<3 Much appreciated. I got a whole new do at the hair salon~ |3 figured I'd treat myself a little uhuhu
Helina Soultaker Report | 07/05/2012 11:12 am
Helina Soultaker
no problem ^^

awws thanks -blushes-

you have a wondering and cool avi yourself
Artemis-no-02 Report | 06/26/2012 6:40 pm
Artemis-no-02
Dude I LAV your new look. it's really intense. All that hair! DANG girl! XD
UnwrittenPath Report | 03/13/2011 11:59 am
UnwrittenPath
Hey, I bought a few ink from you on the MP and I was wondering if you'd like to be a regular supplier?
Instead of you wasting time putting inks up on the MP and filling up your slots with items that really aren't worth a whole lot of gold, you could just send them all to me in one trade.

My rates are :

Yellow - 5g
Orange - 100g
Green - 200g
Red - 300g
Black - 350g
Blue - 400g
White - 5.5k

Send as many of these colors as you have, if you want to do the math yourself and put it in the trade subject, feel free. But it's not nessecary.

Rates may fluctuate based on average MP prices. If they do I'll let you know before confirming a trade.

Thanks for your time, PM me if you'd like to be a supplier or if you have any questions.

~UnwrittenPath~

Tldr; I buy Ink, rates are listed.
Azzzyy Report | 11/11/2010 6:52 am
Azzzyy
nothinn much. ok so question. what website chat thing are you on mostly? fb? gaia? etcccc.. 4laugh
Azzzyy Report | 10/23/2010 1:16 pm
Azzzyy
Good smile But yes. Holy fricken crap dude eek I'VE MISSED YOU!!! :3
Azzzyy Report | 10/23/2010 1:10 pm
Azzzyy
Oh sorry i forgot i can't cuss on here ; (
Azzzyy Report | 10/23/2010 1:09 pm
Azzzyy
Holy ******** s**t dude eek
Azzzyy Report | 06/06/2010 5:37 am
Azzzyy
Whoaaa, i havent been on gaia for a long time O_O!
RyanJakobi Report | 02/02/2010 7:08 am
RyanJakobi
Wait...which conspiracy theory ARE you?
 
 

“Are you alright?” She called to him.
His ears perked up and he turned to look at her. Mud still coated his face, making it hard to see more than his dark brown eyes. She tilted her head, a large flash of brown hair falling from her shoulder like water.
“My, what a pretty girl.” He smiled.
She smiled back, “What were you trying to do up that tree?”
“Trying to find my way back home I suppose.” He looked back up the tree.
She looked at him surprised and smiled, “Would you like to take a walk with me?”
He got off the ground and wiped himself off, smearing the mud on his white shirt and jeans, “I would enjoy that.” He said lending his arm to her. She took hold of it and they began to walk.
“What might your name be?” His wolf ears twitched as he smiled down at her again.
“People have called me Alice, The Alice and Miss Alice, but I don’t know what my name is, or if I have a name. When I ask people to call me by my name they ask, 'Which season? This one or the next?' And I wonder to myself, Why would you ever call me a season? Why wouldn’t you call me by my name unless I don’t have one? But everyone has a name so what might mine be? Why would you try calling me a season anyways? What do I and the seasons have to do with one another?” She stopped to look at him. He was staring at her intently as they walked. “I’ve seemed to ramble off, haven’t I…?” She said blushing.
He smiled and laughed, “I could listen to you all day and night, Miss. I believe they call you Alice since they don't know what else to call you. You are the changer of the seasons, the creator of snow and spring. So what can you call the thing that changes the seasons other than by a special name? So why not Alice?"
She stared off into space as they walked, "I didn't know I was the changer of the season. How can I have such power?"
He looked down at her, her height a foot or two less than his, his eyes shown with longing, "Some things are not meant to be questioned but accepted. Like your power, and your beauty."
She looked up at him, her deep brown eyes changed to black, "You're out of your mind Sir."
He laughed, "But, moreover, you are right, everyone should have a name. So we must name you. Why not name you Alice?”
"I don't like the name Alice." She kept her eyes on the path they were walking on.
He hummed thoughtfully, she listened to the names he offered her. He said one name in particular that made her heart leap, “I like that one.” She said smiling at him.
He held his head high, “So it is your name then.”
“What might your name be?” She looked up at him fondly.
“Brandon.” He smiled at her, his tail whacked her from behind, she blushed. He leaned down so his face was closer to her; she bit her lip to hide her smile and looked away.
He smiled, his face still close to hers.
The part of the path that they were walking on was surrounded by brown thorn bushes. Upon one bush sat a black, withered rose. She opened her mouth to speak but he spoke first, “We’ve made it to the seasonal, Miss.”