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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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 Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:45 pm
She felt drug back into time, smelling, hearing, sensing all they had sensed in hell that day on the cliff.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:52 pm
*His fingers played with her long hair, he would always love her and knew that they would always be together side by side in everything
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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:53 pm
Her hands slid around him, resting at the small of his back. "Everything"
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:55 pm
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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:56 pm
Violet fire trasported them away.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 12:16 pm
*Zolo wanders around for a quiet place to sleep. He finds a tree and sits under it using his hands as a pillow behind his head, drifting off into slumber.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 12:24 pm
He shifts from a cool passing breeze opening his eyes staring at the open sky. the blue sky reminds him of the open seaand his friends. "...Where are you, Sanji...."
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 12:38 pm
Yawning he gets up and heads back to the bar for a drink.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:51 pm
The lycan Ulysses Maxwell, now in his wolf form wanders around, passing between the large pines and oaks like a silent breeze. His black fur helped him blend with the shadows, passing unnoticed by most. He was searching for some action, or some fun or something...anything at all. He chuckles, and it comes out as a low growl in his wolf throat. His golden green eyes slowly shift and change to a muddy red. Slowly his wholr form shifts, fur melting off like hot wax, until he is standing in his pale human skin, changed from wolf to man in a matter of a few seconds. Most lycans couldn't change so quick without wearing out...
"Now I need some damn clothes..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 4:25 pm
The green-haired swordsman walks across the empty plains, heading for the bar or mabye the training grounds. Being unsuccesful lastnight to aquire anymore information on Sanji, he wanders around out here to collect his thoughts.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 4:57 pm
*He kicks a rock away from his path mumbling angrily.* I should make a house, or maybe try to locate if Sanji has one.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 7:00 pm
"So...there really was a castle that could fly through the skies on it's own power...the legends were true afterall..." pondered Jet, reffering to the tome he read in the library. "This fortress...this, utopia, would suit me perfectly...but what happened to it? According to the tome, the castle sank beneath the waves of the sea ages ago..." he continued, walking along the dirt road towards RDS. A small noise interuppted his thoughts. "What have we here?" said Jet, coming to a stop. Out from the forest nearby came a young puppy; she was a strange one, for her features were not entirely like that of a dog, with a distinctly blocky muzzle, blue eyes, and abnormally large teeth. She playfully started chewing at his pants. Picking her up, Jet said "Hmm...I wonder...", holding the furry creature in his arms. "I can't very well leave you out here on your own. I suppose you could stay with me for a while...but what to name you?"
"...Mocha-chu...yes, that sounds right. I'll name you Mocha-chu" he decided, as the dog panted with her tongue hanging out. And then he was off, carrying the young half-wolf along with him...
[[OOC: Someone gave me a Mochi for free, so here she is]]
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 7:16 pm
Sighing and feeling very vulnerable in his human skin, he searches around for something to cover him up. Sniffing the air, his senses slightly dulled in his human form he tried to remember where he stashed his pants. Walking towards a tree with a large hole under the roots, he moved away some old dry leaves to find some old tattered black jeans. Sliding them on, he sniffed the air again, eager for something interesting to happen.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 1:40 pm
The young neko laid on her tummy in the grass playing with her puppy.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 1:49 pm
*he walks out and smiles as he sees her* I see you like your new puppy Solie
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