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Sunflower-Seeds rolled 2 20-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 8:14 am
Story Time!
Character || [which character are you playing for?]
Name || [what is their name if you win them?]
Theme || 6: Guilt
Noun || 2: Bead
Entry ||
[Insert story here]
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robot kitten rolled 2 20-sided dice:
2, 15
Total: 17 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 8:28 am
Story Time!
Character || ice boy baby
Name || Irlan
Theme || 2. Betrayal
Noun || 15. Knot
Entry ||
[Insert story here]
no time, mind dead
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Aukai Oceansoul rolled 2 20-sided dice:
1, 9
Total: 10 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 8:44 am
Story Time!
Character || Ice girl prentice
Name || Kai'ra
Theme || Arrogance
Noun || Family
Entry ||
Kai'ra flounced over the border into Sauti, she would not go back home, no, they had gone too far this time. Their arrogance was ruining her chances to make any friends at all! How could they discriminate against her alkidike friend like they had, just for being who she was. Kylora had done nothing to them ever to deserve the level of disdain she had received from Kai'ra's own family. Her new friend had been orphaned at the time of the battle and even though a select number of Kai'ra's family had fought in the battle against Oba, along side all the other peoples from Tendaji, they still tossed Kylora out when Kai'ra had brought her home from where she had found her, lost, cold and alone in Sauti. Not only that but the way they had done it too, publicly with lots of jeering, stuck in Kai'ra's craw. her own father had lead the shaming. She herself had always been treated like a princess and had never believed the rumors of the feats her family was capable of when faced with someone different.
Kai'ra could remember the horrified look on Kylora's face as thought it was etched on her mind's eye. It flashed up repeatedly and pain stabbed at her heart. She wailed a bit and the cold wind stung and burned on the tear tracks that blazed their salty way down her face. She had to find her, simply had too. They could get through this together, they could go to Jahaur and find a surrogate family for Kylora, by that time Kai'ra herself thought she might need one too. If there were none to be had in the South then at least they would have each other.
Her family would not look favorably on her running away with an Alkidike so she believed there was little chance of her being welcomed back to Zena. What did they know? They never bothered to get to know the girl, her father had taken one look at her and said. "Nope, not my house, not my village. We are of the North, we are of the cold and we do not cater to leeches on our territory."
Kylora wasn't THAT big that she would make a huge draw on their resources. Had it been another Iceling there would have been no problem, a bed would have been made and a stew placed on the fire for Kylora's comfort. Kai'ra kicked a stone and gasped, for a moment thinking she had broken her toe. But after an exploratory wiggle she placed the abused foot back on the ground. She couldn't live with her family any more, she knew that now, she might miss them but in the end she would be better off. No family of hers, honored the sacrifice of fellow beings with kicking out their orphan children. And she would see to it, that her offspring, if she had any would know that darn it. It seemed to her that the war had made two orphans instead of one, however round about her own exile had been from the loss of Kylora's mother, the result was almost the same. But Kylora's mother had died protecting everyone, where her family was only concerned with themselves and keeping their village free of what they called "riff raff". Well so be it, Kai'ra would leave and follow better ideas. Anyone who couldn't help someone obviously in need needed to get a knew point of view, hopefully the disengagement of their own daughter in their family circle would give them a rude awakening from their delusional maltreatment of others.
A warmer wind brushed her face and her ears twitched. Was that someone crying? She hurried toward the sound almost crashing into Kylora when she found her. Kai'ra snatched her into a hug and the two girls rocked back and forth. They had found each other. Two against the Ice Lands, they would go south and find new lives with love, friendship, understanding and support from people with open minds.
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akuma_kessaku rolled 2 20-sided dice:
17, 4
Total: 21 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 10:31 am
Story Time!
Character || [Ice Baby]
Name || [Tafiir Kidavi]
Theme || [17- Trust]
Noun || [4- Boundary]
Entry ||
[“Tafiir~” Faraya giggled, arms outstretched for balance as she sprinted across the flat slate like rock that surrounded their village, “You’re too fast!”
Tafiir held tight to the fur cloak hugging his shoulders. His lungs burned with the crisp chilled air, but it didn’t slow him down any. Tafiir had spent so much time with his father running around the village doing errands and such that he had grown accustom to the burn. Coming to the gnarled old tree that had long since succumbed to the harsh climate of his icy home he took a seat at its base and stared out at the bleak landscape.
Faraya came bouncing up behind him and dropped in a heap, “Why didn’t you slow up? You spend every day here and nothing ever changes.” She ran her fingers through the faefrost foliage and smiled, “Hard to believe anything grows here, but the Faefrost sure does good.” The faefrost flowers surrounded their village, crawling between the nooks and cracks of the large flagstones. It was their boundary; as far as the adults would let them go. They were still visible, but they could see for miles from the edge of the faefrost field; perfect for seeing any arriving travelers.
Tafiir nodded slowly and rested his chin on his knees. It’s been a long time since he seen his father; since he has seen any of the villagers that left for Jauhar. People were slowly retuning, trickling through the throat of Zena, but none stopped. They pressed on, eager to return to their homes; their families; their lives; away from this horrible occurrence, this war. Snatching a flower from a plump patch of Faefrost he breathed deeply of the pale purple blossom and sighed, “They grow… Well here, yes.”
Faraya clapped her hands together and smiled, “Everyone was so worried about you, they say you haven’t spoken in a few days now… You like the faefrost flowers?”
He nodded slowly and tucked the flower behind her delicately pointed ears, “Don’t you?”
She blushed and nodded, “Mhmm. They smell good… My mom has a perfume she wears on special occasions.”
Tafiir’s face paled to a sickly ash and his expression faded to nothing.
“What? What?!” Faraya breathed, trying to shake him from his state, “I’m sorry… You liked the Faeflowers, I thought… “ She felt him grip tighter to her arm, he looked so sad, so very sad.
“Can I trust you… with a secret?” His gold eyes turned to her welling with tears.
She nodded and held out her pinky, “You can trust me with anything! We’re friends.”
He smiled and linked pinkies with her, “My mother… She made that perfume. She loved the faeflowers. I spent a lot of time out here with her collecting the blossoms for her. I really miss her.”
Faraya rested her head on his shoulder and pulled him into a one armed hug, “She is the one who passed from that last outbreak… The fever. Bergchi has her now. She is at peace.”
Tears came to his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He plucked another flower from the faefrost and stared as he twirled the stem between his fingers, “Yeah… I guess you’re right. That doesn’t make it any easier though.”
She giggled and nuzzled into the fur of his cloak, “I’ll be here! Whenever you get sad and miss her just come give me a big hug and I will make you feel better.”
“Don’t tell anyone I told you… Dad doesn’t like it when I talk about it.” His mother’s passing was very difficult for his father, and though he prays every morning at her grave, and every night before he goes to bed, he is not at peace with this; not at peace with himself.
Faraya giggled, “I promised~ Trust me, I won’t tell nobody.” Seeing some travelers in the distance, Faraya scrambled to her feet, “Look! There’s someone coming; a group of someones!” She helped Tafiir to stand.
Racing back to the village, hand in hand, they gathered with the rest of the adults and prepared to welcome back their war worn warriors. There were tears of joy for all the men and women who had returned. There were many faces that Tafiir recognized and was relieved to see them alive and well, but one was missing; where was his father?
The festivities began; the large wood pile accumulated at Etine’s center was lit. There was music and dancing, laughter and joy. The war was lost, and many have not returned, but tonight would be about those who had and the blessings bestowed on them.
Tafiir watched from the sides, not seeing his father yet. Faraya’s father, Nakir had returned with the first group. Since the festivities a few stragglers had made it, and joined in. Shortly thereafter, a cart of the wounded from the village followed, and those who needed assistance were brought to the local healer. A few women volunteered to forego the festivities to assist where needed. Still, Tafiir had seen no sign of his father.
The celebration went on into the wee hours of the morning; Tafiir had long since gone to sleep, but he awoke with the sun and rushed to the edge of the village. The celebrations were over, but the ritual was far from it. The morning after is a time for those who were not so fortunate, for the fallen. The weapons of the ones left behind were placed to face the rising sun as a memorial. Nakir stood at a sword with Faraya at his side, “I’m so sorry Tafiir; he fought bravely.”
Tafiir approached the mound and found his father’s sword with his name engraved down the center; Amnir Kidavi. A knot formed in his throat as he felt his legs give out. It was hard for him to see, but he knew now his father could be at peace. Tafiir placed the faefrost flower at the memorial and prayed to Bergchi.
Words: 1,000 according to my word document, but 939 on online counter? :0]
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Lavender Hues rolled 2 20-sided dice:
1, 19
Total: 20 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 2:09 pm
(NOTICE: If I win, I may not be able to send the trade within 24 hours because I will be away at closing! I will send it as soon as I am able, provided that I win, of course. XD
NOTICE2: I would prefer to win one of my concept contest entries or one of the other contest Younglings over this boy, should I win any of them. If that can't happen, I'm happy with him or, nothing, if I lose of course. XD)
Story Time!
Character || Wind boy
Name || Aaran
Theme || Arrogance
Noun || Texture
Entry ||
Perhaps Aaran had been wrong to accept his father's arrogance as confidence the morning he had left for war with his mother and brother at his side. Perhaps he should have made sure they had been better equipped for the rugged terrain and the foes they would face once they arrived. And, perhaps, he shouldn't have let them go at all. He was alone now, sitting against the bark of a tree, the texture of it scraping against his back like the claws of an angry animal, his hands fiddling with a flute he had found along the path. It was lost, like he was, a friend found among the mental wreckage falling around him. He raised it upwards as if to play, only to lower it to his lap again, his eyes filling with tears.
Was it wrong to blame himself for the deaths of his family? He was the only one left out of the four person bunch, surely he had to bear the burden now, it was only right, wasn't it? He closed his eyes, thinking back to how his father used to stand, making a fuss over himself and his accomplishments. He had been like a shadow, towering over and above everyone else around him, keeping them in a ceaseless covering and away from praise that they rightfully deserved. So proud and arrogant, as if he were a king of his own tiny throne. His wife, the queen, he pondered, was the painted lady, a perfect companion to the king, and the one who compared her children like gemstones and rocks. The older one was brighter, the younger one, dull. The older one was smooth, the younger, rough in both texture and form. Two different princes, heirs to the make-believe throne of arrogance and favoritism, never to not be compared or whittled down to the barest of bones that they had. At least, not until today. He was the lone survivor, and it was all because of his age. He had been too young to fight, too weak to protect his homeland, and too humble to honor his family's cause.
Perhaps it was best, then, that they were gone, as horrible as it sounded. He could go on with what he wanted in life, without fear of being told off or belittled. His father's shadow would no longer pose a threat, his mother's favoritism would be a mere memory, and his brother's excellence would fade with the sunset. His face twisted at the thought, feelings of betrayal flooding his heart. Could he really go on just like that? ...No. He couldn't. He knew that. It would take him years to figure things out again, on his own. He gripped the flute once more as a reflex and raised it to his lips, blowing out a shrill note in retaliation to his feelings.
The resulting sound caused animals to flee from their hiding spots and people to turn towards him and stare. All of the people he hadn't seen were looking upon him awkwardly and curiously, until one man with orange hair rushed forward and pointed towards the flute.
"Hey! That's my flute!"
"Oh." Aaran said, handing the flute to the man. "I'm sorry, I found it laying about. I hope you don't mind..."
"No, no! Thank you for finding it!" Said the man, before his face grew more serious. "...Are you all alone out here?"
Aaran's eyes widened, and an unfamiliar feeling welled up inside of him.
"What? No! My family's still here!" He exclaimed, folding his arms. "I'm not an orphan or something! Don't be ridiculous!"
The man appeared stunned at Aaran's words, and, honestly, Aaran was just as shocked. He... He had just been... Arrogant. He'd never done anything like that before! Tears welled up in his eyes again, just as the man moved to give him a hug.
Perhaps his family had been wrong about him all along... Maybe he was a little like them. But, if so... Did he really have to be?
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Lavender Hues rolled 2 20-sided dice:
7, 14
Total: 21 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 2:14 pm
(NOTICE: If I win, I may not be able to send the trade within 24 hours because I will be away at closing! I will send it as soon as I am able, provided that I win, of course. XD
NOTICE2: I would prefer to win this girl or the ice boy than the prentice.)
Story Time!
Character || Wind girl
Name || Haniyyah
Theme || Hope
Noun || Kiss
Entry ||
Hani wished her momma would hurry up and come get her. How many days had she been sitting here waiting? Three? Four? A billion? Ugh, it was all the same to her! Waiting was waiting, boring was boring... When would she be going home? She missed her bed and her house and her friends, and her parents! Where in the world could they be?
She raised a finger to twist a blonde tendrel around as she played in the dark Earth around her. She had to be patient and keep up her hope that everything would be alright. Her momma was probably close by, her papa too, and she had nothing to worry about. Even if they didn't come back, like the parents of the other children around her, she knew she had someone who would come for her. All she had to do was wait, as agonizing as it was.
"Hani!"
Hani raised her head sometime later to see her uncle, Argon, rushing towards her. They greeted each other with a kiss and a hug, before he plopped her upon his shoulders. Though they were overjoyed to see each other, Hani knew by the lack of chatter between them that her mother and father weren't coming home. Thus, she clung tightly to her uncle's shoulders, buried her face into his neck, and hoped that the trip home would be alright.
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Lavender Hues rolled 2 20-sided dice:
15, 15
Total: 30 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 2:16 pm
(NOTICE: If I win, I may not be able to send the trade within 24 hours because I will be away at closing! I will send it as soon as I am able, provided that I win, of course. XD
NOTICE2: I would prefer to win this boy over the Prentice.)
Story Time!
Character || Ice boy
Name || Calldwr
Theme || Resistance
Noun || Knot
Entry ||
The rapids had claimed them, the tide had washed them away. All that was left, all that remained, was the rope from the mother's satchel, which had unravled from it's heart shaped knot, and the icy stare of the boy who survived.
"No, no! You can't make me go!" He screamed, kicking against the arms of the men who were carting him away. Mother was still under the boat! He couldn't leave her there to drown! He snarled and thrashed against the resistance from the sheer muscle and weight surrounding his tiny form, and even took a chance at a bite or two when bare skin came within the proper distance, but, alas, no one but him seemed to care about his drowning mother. Selfish, evil adults they were! He would make them pay for abandoning his mother to the river!
The room he had been tossed into was filled with other children, all of which were either sobbing to themselves or napping upon tear stained pillows and blankets, but he wasn't about to stop and care. He had found a weak spot in the foundation of the hut and begun to claw his way out. It seemed as though, after an hour of digging, that he had finally made a big enough hole for him to squeeze through, when an adult scooped him up and carted him away. He watched from the bed he had been placed upon as a large stone was shoved into where he had been digging, and growled towards the adult as they turned to leave.
"I wish you illness!" He cried, a sentence his late father had often said to those he didn't like, and glared. The adult echoed his glare and motioned to lay his head down to sleep, before exiting the room.
However, it wasn't long until they had to storm back in to wrangle him again, and it wasn't until the early hours of the morning that he began to tire. All the other children had long since been disturbed from their slumber by the sound of the arguing, and watched in terror as Calldwr screamed the same harmful words each time he was placed back in bed.
"I wish you illness, I wish you death!" He screamed, before flopping against the bed in defeat. He hoped this adult knew just how cruel she was for locking him away from his mother! He hoped she got sick! He hoped she curled up and died!
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Reoakee rolled 2 20-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 8:18 pm
Story Time!
Character || Ice girl Prentice
Name || Shard
Theme || Betrayal
Noun || Cough
Entry ||
Sighing, she slowly made her way down the path wondering what had happened this time. She passed a wind merchant and turned her nose at him. Her family might not be of the council directly but they did assist sometimes and that made her superior to many others around and certainly better than that of a wind tribe merchant. Finally she reached her destination. She had been called to stand before the head of a family who was even closer to the council than her own family. A part of her mind wondered if they had noticed her skill with a lance. She felt a smug smirk playing on her lips and quickly doused it to look somewhat humble. She entered a silent room and strode in like she belong there and stood in the middle of the room surprised that so many others were there to witness her rise in status. Smiling she tilted her head to the ice man in front of her. His deep frown made her smile slip a bit and someone’s cough broke the silence.
“The girl clearly doesn’t know why she’s here sir.”Shard frowned at the weasel like man whispering much to loud to the man who had summoned her. Of course she knew why she was here. She was here because she was going to become a rider one day and slaughter all foes with her lance. The man stood frowning at her quite a moment longer before he waved a hand and a pack was slid across the floor skidding to a stop shortly before reaching her feet. She stared at it confused. “You have to leave.” “What?” Her head jerked up so much it cracked audibly in the room. What did he mean. “Your parents sided with Oba and betrayed us. Betrayal runs in the blood and the council will have none it tarnishing our land. You are hereby banished. Only your ignorance saves you from your parent’s fate.” Her parent’s fate? They had just left on a hunting excursion hadn’t they? They would be back anytime day now. “You have until sunset to leave or your life is forfeit.” The man’s eyes narrowed and he spun leaving her to be ushered out by others and left standing in the cold confused and shocked. Her parents had supported Oba in the war? They never said a word about it. Her father and mother were always quite and they sat quietly listening to so many stories and tales that they knew more about politics then most anyone in the area. They would never betray Zena or its people. Would they? The pack in her hands suggested otherwise.
Shard didn’t know how long she stood there till someone brushed past her knocking her to the side. She frowned wanting to yell at them but the earthling was in the house that had evicted her so harshly. Protest died at her lips looking at that door while anger blossomed in her chest. Her parents were not traitors! She was not the child of traitors! Who were these people to even think so? It would serve them right if she left for Oba and became the greatest rider in all of the lands and made them regret losing her talent. Her parents weren’t dead. They couldn’t be. Most likely they would have escaped any assignation attempt and likely were living in a different land or they would be. Yes that made sense. Shard huffed slinging the pack on her back and turned walking away from the cold house and knowing what she was going to do. She was going to go to Oba and become the best there ever was so her parents could find her and they could live away from the people who turned their back on them. These people feared betrayal, yet they all just betrayed the wrong Prentice.
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iMattiebear rolled 2 20-sided dice:
11, 6
Total: 17 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 9:25 pm
Story Time!
Character || Wind Girl.
Name || In the process
Theme || 11 - Nature
Noun || 6 - Circle
Entry ||
[Insert story here]
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AnhikaJeanine rolled 2 20-sided dice:
15, 1
Total: 16 (2-40)
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 11:15 am
Story Time!
Character || Ice Girl Prentice
Name || Laia
Theme || Resistance
Noun || Advice
Entry ||
Laia had struggled for ages against her societal bonds trying to free herself from her family. She would rather be left alone than expected to jump into an arrangement she wasn't ready for. She knew very well the boy would be easy to deal with. In their lives he was quiet and simple he learned what he was supposed to and made very little fuss when things went as redundantly as they did in the village.
However... He was too quiet. He wasn't suave or debonair or even a bit courageous. When she looked in his eyes he appeared to have no soul. Thought that may just be her heart talking. In any sense she didn't love this man. She couldn't bring herself to even come close to him.
As everyone else prepared for the day, Laia decided on a course of action for herself. She came forward when her uncle was preparing to go beast taming and asked him solemnly. "May I come?" The man stopped what he had been preparing to do, thinking of his response.
If it had been any child but Laia, Kisaire would have refused the simple request however the girl had a fire that he admired and she didn't scare the beasts if she wanted to come he saw no reason why not. He grunted out an affirmative and led the way out of the village the girl following suit.
Far out of the village the girl spoke her voice losing it's fire. "Uncle" She murmured once they were out of earshot of prying ears. The man stopped. His niece was never this quiet. Even on bad days you could hear her over the bellows of the men. However at this moment the girls demeanor dropped and her shoulders began to sag in a defeated slump. He continued to let her speak putting his hand on her shoulder.
"I don't want to be trapped here forever." She said quietly. "I don't want to get married and have this be my life. The rest of my life. Forever. I would like your advice"
The man stopped fully turning to look at the girl. He knew his niece well. He had never had his own children and therefore had never before taken to a child however his niece was special. Along with her fire she had a desire to live to the fullest like none he had ever seen. He watched the pain flicker along her face.
The boy she was to marry according to his sister and law and agreed upon by his brother was a good boy. A steady worker, not heavy handed with beast or girl, As even tempered as they come. He was a good match for any young girl. But... not Laia. She had too much fire she needed to be kept moving and learning. Kota wasn't going anywhere. Born and bred in the village he would spend the rest of his life there raising livestock and learning to be a good husband.
Kisaire grunted before speaking. "I can't tell you how to change their minds" he said. "They won't change and resistance to change is what we do best when we are set in our ways. HOWEVER" his tone changed as he spoke. "I do agree he is not the best match for you in particular I will speak to my brother but, if you are that set in not marrying him, I will allow you to decide for yourself where to go for you cannot stay here. They will seek you into marriage one way or another."
The man stopped speaking then and kept walking eyes on the oncoming paths. He no longer spoke and Laia knew he would do so no more. That was the most her uncle had spoken in years and his voice was probably tired. She was surprised at his reaction. If his talk with her father did not pan out he had just given her permission to run away... running away. Her lips pursed as she thought of the implications she knew her mother would never understand she was as set in the old ways as a stone. Her father would forgive her but... She couldn't marry Kota.
Worried her uncle looked back and when she chuckled behind him a smile slithered across his face. The girl would be alright she would find a way to deal with this problem. Her soft laugh was received with welcoming ears.
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AnhikaJeanine rolled 2 20-sided dice:
9, 1
Total: 10 (2-40)
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 11:16 am
Story Time!
Character || Ice boy baby
Name || Kessen
Theme || Imagination
Noun || Advice
Entry ||
"Mama?" The little boy danced among the paints letting them fall all around him. His mother had been making dyes for hours and when a batch didn't turn out just right she would set it out for her little son to play with. She needed to bolster the boy's imagination she thought gently.
He was a joy to be around but he didn't understand that there was so much more than being quiet and thoughtful. Here in the middle of the paint he was alive body dripping with colors. That loincloth would be ruined she chuckled to herself as he spilled red dye down his front. His laughter was contagious and soon mother and child giggled together in a tumbling mess. Now her clothes were ruined but still she laughed spreading the discarded dye into her little boys creation on the ground. It was a child's caricature of a man the face a large oval with eyes and a gape toothed grin. Blue, Yellow and red dyes littered the area. "Mama?" he questioned catching her off guard. The slight yes she spoke drew a sweet grin on her little boy's face. "I need some advice" he said seriously. He waved at the drawing on the ground. "Should he have a green nose or blue?" With a smile she added the blue dye to the mountain man's nose and her squealing son and her finished the painting together arms looped over each other eyes crinkled in laughter.
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LordPocky rolled 2 20-sided dice:
11, 9
Total: 20 (2-40)
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 1:36 pm
Story Time!
Character || Ice bab boy
Name || Chanlyeya
Theme || Nature
Noun || Family
Entry ||
[Insert story here]
Construction in progress! :B
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