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 Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:42 pm
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❝ she could not see perfectly... ❞
naming dream; Naming Dream
❝ lull in sunlight paused in thought... ❞
nimue's maze; Various -- Halloween Event
❝ once, long ago, the swamp... ❞
the legend of nimue; Lull in Sunlight -- A story is told to please Nimue.
❝ temperatures had begun to ease away... ❞
a challenge; Eyes Wander -- A challenge is found.
❝ the clutch was small... ❞
maternal instinct; Travels in Circles -- Motherhood is a strange emotion.
❝ everything was a blur... ❞
the flood; Various -- A flood sweeps in from the north.
❝ lull in sunlight's brow wrinkled... ❞
the games; Various -- There is talk of games.
❝ the day had not started off well... ❞
she lies, a serpentine damsel; Steadfast Sheen -- Acting like a damsel for the hero-type.
❝ sleep had evaded the doe... ❞
dancing in the muck; Heed the Glowing Call -- Fireflies are better than compliments.
❝ there was something to be said for sunlight... ❞
could i persuade you; Evening Tide -- Oh the ideas when meeting a bright buck.
❝ there was a reason she hated fishing... ❞
fish frustration; From Water -- Well they both are terrible at catching fish.
❝ a brisk autumn breeze threaded... ❞
deadly does; Doom -- A dog, two does, and a dead raccoon...
❝ soft moss made the doe move slowly... ❞
catching fire's haunted house; Various -- The acha says the cave is haunted.
❝ the mangrove trees rose stark... ❞
the grain of truth; Frenzy -- Legendaries are real.
❝ the last time a gathering had occured... ❞
the cold; Various -- The cold of winter is harsh.
❝ the sun had risen, bright and warm, to chase away the night... ❞
not what i was looking for; Streams of Silver -- You're not an eaglehound.
❝ the black and pink doe stretched... ❞
trail of relations; Hero -- Since you aren't your sister, help me find my granddaughter.
❝ there were parts of the swamp that never seemed... ❞
fate told fortune; Bone Toss -- There are bones in this place.
❝ rabbit was usually not her first choice... ❞
the great hunting fiasco; Sorrel -- That rabbit should have been in her mouth.
❝ the light of day had slipped up over the horizon... ❞
blessings before breakfast; Westward Bound -- This is her duty, now. Blessings.
❝ lull in sunlight's glowing eyes pierced through everything around... ❞
fair trade; Do-or-Die -- A blessing for a fish.
❝ there was an owlcat lounging on a low hanging branch of a tree... ❞
guidance; Dusty Sunset -- His want is apparently stronger than his fear.
❝ this was a first... ❞
what is this feeling; Chase the Light -- No mystery for once.
❝ the mare's hoof was swift and deadly... ❞
dreaming of feathers; I Fall Awake, Light Steps -- Both parents ask for her blessing.
❝ the night was a time of freedom... ❞
but i didn't sneeze; Distant Sands -- They are like drought stricken creatures drawn to her well of water.
❝ and she cannot be blamed that the ache for children burns hot like a wildfire within... ❞
the difficulty of desire; ??? -- She wants children but first she needs the right buck.
❝ perhaps she had not quite thought this through... ❞
of wish and wonder; ??? -- Finally.
❝ lull in sunlight was cloaked in shadows... ❞
you'd have better luck if you were dead; Bitter Heartbeat, Wolf Parade, Doom -- No no no no. No.
❝ the last expectant parents she had met... ❞
something more; Only Dreaming -- Competition: ready, set, bless.
❝ an eaglehound yipped as the acha's voice interrupted the soft silence... ❞
at it again; Above Heartache -- For a moment she leaves her vigil.
❝ lull in sunlight had been padding around in search of prey or entertainment... ❞
just don't tell them i've gone crazy; Fire Made Flesh -- The children safe she goes in search of some entertainment.
❝ the roundness in her stomach was barely visible... ❞
the pink; Doom, In Threes, Windward -- A hunting competition goes awry.
❝ the owlcat rested idle, tail swinging to and fro, on a branch... ❞
decisions, decisions; Vetiver -- Another day, another blessing.
❝ at some point, a very low-grade shadowed lull in sunlight had fallen into step with doom... ❞
waterbreather; Doom, Glossbones -- He told her of skulls; by the Motherfather, she'll have one.
❝ the mare was bedded down next to an empty turtle shell... ❞
just what i need; Sweet Morning Whispers -- Another day, another blessing.
❝ a new day, another test... ❞
connected by woven webs; Doom, Spiderhole, Spiderlily -- Lessons interrupted by company.
❝ no owlcat. no shadows. only her... ❞
blessing; Twice the Spice -- No time for games.
❝ she was tired... ❞
right and lull; Step to the Right -- Unknowingly she fates herself to become a great grandmother.
❝ there had been relative silence... ❞
oops; Thrum -- Always the irritating ones.
❝ it wasn't spring... ❞
where death waits and lull in sunlight; Where Death Waits -- Rabbits would be easier.
❝ there were legendaries who had territories... ❞
will he find one; Never Sleeps -- Dry spells never last.
❝ she had sent him off... ❞
flower festival; Various -- She has things to do.
❝ lull in sunlight was satisfied... ❞
the blessing of a full belly; Lotus Eater -- Always one more.
❝ swish, swish, swish... ❞
fatherwood; Rush of Sound -- They always find her.
❝ she is a mare today... ❞
like saplings grow; Last Night -- This one is wise
❝ it did not impress the mare hidden within shadows... ❞
with grandfathers like that; Magnolia -- Oh not from those two.
❝ it gnawed at her subconscious as she began to slip into sleep... ❞
to be made anew; N/A -- She dreams of death and rebirth.
❝ the mare's laughter bubbled into shrill gasping breaths... ❞
anything you can do, i can do better; Doom, Craves Rage -- It's always a contest.
❝ she was in a hurry... ❞
in a pickle; Swallowtail -- No time to speak.
❝ the call goes out on wings and scales... ❞
to new horizons; Various -- The plains await.
❝ not counting the few moments... ❞
brave sunflower child; Fluke -- She is worthy. |
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:46 pm
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name; Bitter Heartbeat
nickname(s); Bitter
role-play color; Fiord (#3E4869)
keywords; Easily Pleased, Loyal, Nervous
history;
personality; My baby went and grew up; will rewrite this.
old personality; Bitter Heartbeat is a shell, a hard outer shell of quiet energy that never seems to know exactly what to do or what to say. Upon first meeting, he would likely seem unintelligent, a mere mimic of the presence he is in. It takes a careful prodding of this shell to reveal a more complicated depth of personality and emotion underneath. If the prodding isn't careful, either too fast or plain antagonistic, he will spook and retreat further within himself. A slower approach will reveal that Bitter Heartbeat is simply deathly afraid of doing the wrong thing. He thinks himself incapable of doing great things, any good deed is surely a fluke, and he is incredibly self-deprecating if given the chance to be. On the flip-side of this cynical, nervous, and undoubtedly suspicious buck, he is incredibly loyal to the point of blindly following those that have gained his trust. Should a friend (ignorant or sadistic) tell him that they needed him, for whatever reason, to go to the ends of the world--he would do it. There would certainly be times when he would wish to give up but he would remember that friend and he would go on. It would be quite easy to lead him to his death or force him to do evil deeds. He is indeed that loyal, that dependable. He is also easily pleased. Should someone gain his trust, his friendship, as long as a compliment or (perceived) act of kindness occurs once in awhile, they could treat him horribly and he wouldn't see anything wrong with that. |
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:48 pm
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❝ he felt brave... ❞
naming dream; Naming Dream
❝ there were so many struggling... ❞
the flood; Various -- A flood sweeps in from the north.
❝ oh why, why oh why, had he come in here... ❞
catching fire's haunted house; Various -- The acha says the cave is haunted.
❝ the fiasco so very many months ago had forced... ❞
here's to health; Slow Cloud -- Seclusion cannot last forever.
❝ bitter heartbeat stood firm... ❞
you'd have better luck if you were dead; Lull in Sunlight, Doom -- He should know to be careful even in thought.
❝ many times he had decided that the one thing he needed was courage... ❞
finding a backbone; Fire Made Flesh -- He doesn't find a mare; a buck may be worse.
❝ bitter heartbeat stared... ❞
flower festival; Various -- Another task to overcome.
❝ a story had been a feat... ❞
in search of courage; Lull in Sunlight -- A story had not given him what he sought; he needs more help.
❝ the egg of a ferocious beast... ❞
a ferocious beast; Shank -- This likely was not what the mare meant.
❝ ... ❞
egg-faced; Lull in Sunlight -- Oh bother.
❝ the time was night... ❞
investigation of the stolen turtle; Glossbones -- The damn turtle had been stolen!
❝ it was still strange to be chosen... ❞
so, yeah...help?; Choke -- The first blessing.
❝ he doesn't reply... ❞
lifted spirits; Unblinking Eyes -- Caimans see more.
❝ cold water sloshed over and down his back... ❞
bless these terrible monsters; lovecraft -- And another.
❝ the buck was waiting... ❞
blessings be; Noble Prince -- An interruption.
❝ he had felt it all day... ❞
a brand new beat; Hooked on a Feeling -- Interlude.
❝ ah, yes, four turned out to be a very good number for me... ❞
may you be unbound; Cursebreaker -- A question of ethics.
❝ you’re going to be a father... ❞
a thread of mockery; Either Way -- Kindred spirits.
❝ the stag scuffled after the caiman... ❞
new growth; Wasp's-Nest -- Terror is universal.
❝ there was an itch, deep inside his chest that sang of change... ❞
roots of your ancestor; So It Goes -- Family is his answer.
❝ water rains from his body in rivulets as he becomes himself once more... ❞
a duet of heart and soul; N/A -- He dreams.
❝ the idea had seized him, unironically, in a dream... ❞
long waited answer; First to Strike, Grumble -- They are real.
❝ at the back, Bitter Heartbeat stands... ❞
to new horizons; Various -- To the plains.
❝ the stag raised his head... ❞
title; Emberbark -- He helps.
❝ he'd settled down for a quick cat nap in the setting sun... ❞
as the sun sets; Poppymilk -- Reassurance and support are key.
❝ there was a young feeling in his bones... ❞
need to feel; Cold Air -- Another perspective.
❝ there was a jaunt of delight in his steps as he walked... ❞
spur of the moment; Muted Flash -- Joy shared. |
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 4:58 pm
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