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irishgirl1017 rolled 1 100-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2025 5:57 pm
lol that is a special number for me
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irishgirl1017 rolled 1 100-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2025 5:58 pm
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irishgirl1017 rolled 1 100-sided dice:
65
Total: 65 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2025 6:00 pm
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irishgirl1017 rolled 1 100-sided dice:
96
Total: 96 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2025 6:19 pm
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Nefarious Muse Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2025 4:27 am
here ya gooo! your Murder elephant! it has no title, so you might wanna go to the Nightplains joining and updates after hes certed to pick a title for it~ ( see Nightplains territory information for an explanation of what titles are) Colored by Jovi of Shadows 
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2025 5:31 pm
These two are insane!!Users entering:Moxxiie, Fea Line User 1 preference:Moxxiie - lioness (Shetani) User 2 preference:Fea Line - leopard (Akili) In what way is the lioness crazy?:Shetani hears voices, that she thinks are coming from the leopard's tail. She thinks this because the tail has a face. The voices tell her all sorts of things. Sometimes they tell her that the leopard wants to eat her, or that the rocks and trees around her have eyes and are watching her. Other times the tail will convince her that she needs to kill something or someone. How is the leopard a bit bonkers?:Akili chatters nonsense and cryptic things, mostly to the lioness, as Her mind is constantly running, full of voices non stop. If one were to hear inside her mind, it would sound like thousands of voices screaming constantly, never giving her a moment to rest. Sometimes she doesn't even know what her own voice sounds like. Unbeknownst to her, however, she is also the "voice" of the tail whispering it's vile tricks. She doesn't realize it or comprehend it, as it just sort of happens, like another personality inhabiting her body. The leopard doesn't realize she is the voice of the tail, and so she also believes the tail is sentient and possessed by a demon named Eṣu. How do they make their craziness work to their advantage?:The two play off each other's eccentricities and delusions, causing chaos and murder in their wake. Whatever Eṣu tells them to do, they obey. Their motto is "tail tells no tall tales" which they follow anytime something questionable arises. Over time, they have lost any sense of a moral compass, and really don't consider things to be right or wrong, but whether they are Eṣu approved. Their story: Shetani was born in the Nightplains to a family who showed her from birth that she didn't matter. Her father had tried to eat her, and her mother never really showed any concern. It was more of a live and let live situation where she would allow her to stay so long as she was useful. As Shetani got a little older, she would wander further and further from home as she hated being around her family. She had ventured to the edges of the Darkplains territory in search of food, or something that wouldn't put up too much of a fight as she was still young and inexperienced in hunting or killing. Exhausted and hungry she went to find a hidden place to rest. As she flopped to the ground, she landed on something that gave a startled, pained cry and moved. Panicked, Shetani scrambled to move away, catching sight of what she thought was a black snake with bright green markings and a wicked grin on its face. She stared at it bewildered, as it flicked side to side. The snake didn't behave as most snakes do, but then it spoke to her in a whispered, hissing voice. "Why doesss the dark one sssmile ssso big? ssso big, ssso big?" This really confused her because she'd never heard a snake speak before. "Dark one isss afraid, isss afraid, oh yesss. Ssso ssshould ssshe be, yesss, be." "What?! I...I am not," she stuttered back. "Just startled is all." Eṣu disappears and then Akili appears from behind a tree or rock. She stares at Shetani and whispers in her normal voice,"You can hear it too?" Shetani is surprised to see the leopard and growls at her when she first emerges but quickly calms down when Akili speaks. Shetani asks "What do you mean?" Then Akili shows Shetani her tail. Shetani's eyes grow wide as she stares at the tail. "You mean....your tail can talk?" Eṣu replies, "Well of courssse, of courssse I can. I can. You can talk. Why couldn't I?" As a young cub, Shetani is a bit naive and believes that the voice is coming from the tail as it sounds much different than Akili when she speaks. She doesn't even notice if Akili's mouth moves when the tail speaks. Akili had been abandoned as a cub and had barely survived alone in the unforgiving world. She had unknowingly made her way into the Nightplains where almost everyone wanted to eat her. She would stay hidden most of the time, and after so much time alone, she had started to hear the voice. It started as just a couple of words here or there, and only in her head. She didn't know where it was coming from. Then one day, the voice started coming from her tail. Akili was so happy to have someone to talk to that she didn't think much of it. The tail, who insisted that Akili call it Eṣu, was kind and friendly to her at first, but after a while it started talking differently. It would tell her strange things and suggest her to do bad things. They were just small, insignificant things like squashing bugs or stealing eggs from a nest. The ideas gradually got worse and more vicious. Eṣu had told her to lure a small cub away from its parents and attack it. Akili didn't want to hurt the cub, but she felt the need to obey Eṣu's commands. She lured the cub away and instead of attacking the cub, she had lured it into a trap that the cub wouldn't be able to get out of by itself. She left it there and ran, hoping its parents would find it before it was too late. Eṣu was furious with her and screamed at her, lashing at her flank. Akili tried fighting back but the tail was too quick. (From an outside perspective, Akili was attacking herself with her tail, then trying to attack her tail but it would move out of the way just as she would swipe or bite at it.) After that day, Akili learned to obey and follow the commands of the tail.
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Nefarious Muse Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2025 7:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2025 12:22 am
These two are insane!!Users entering: belloblossom + linnyboowho User 1 preference: Leopard User 2 preference: Lioness In what way is the lioness crazy?: Unable to have cubs with the one she loves, Breama truly believes that any cubs, or in fact any young animals that she steals from their parents, are the by right hers and her mate's. Others may claim that the cub she's nursing is an elephant - but really it is the others in the wrong - haven't they seen a long-nosed cub before? And that one her pridemates insist on calling a vulture: they eat meat just as well as any lion she's ever seen! Some of their fur just has a more exotic texture. The audacity of her pride members astounds her - they can accept murderers and cannibals in their midst, but the idea of a lion with horns is too far-fetched? If you ask her - they're the real crazy ones! How is the leopard a bit bonkers?: Tabasamu is an artist. She has an expert eye for color and will go to great lengths to display elaborate murals splattered against trees and strung up through branches. Her muse is fickle, but often she tries to recreate the insides of a body on the outsides, where it can be admired. Amu believes all of her pride members to be so crude - they only see two colors at the best of times: the red of blood and the white of bone. But did you know that if you look closely and lick away the blood, you can see an entire sunset of colors emerge from a single corpse? Gallbladders can be green thanks to bile, whereas a spleen is a lovely purple hue! Intestines can range in their colors too - reds, pinks and even translucent in some cases - it's such a shame that the members of the Night Plains don't see things as she does, they're really missing out... But no matter! She'll make creations for herself and her loved ones and she's always happy to teach anyone who draws near enough. Just be wary, because she might think you're volunteering to be her next muse. How do they make their craziness work to their advantage?: A Butcher and her siren, Tabasamu lies in wait in a tree for her lioness love, Breama, to return with the soon-to-be unliving materials for her to create art with. Tabasamu has gotten in trouble with the Night Master and Mistress before - lions are meant to be eaten, not to be disemboweled and left among trees and splattered over boulders. So often she and her lady love will hunt at length and try to bring at least two in a night - one to feed the pride, and another to paint it their territory. Often, they will choose a mother and its offspring - to take the offspring in as their own and love it as well as any two mothers could, while the pride is left to feast on its parent. Their story: "M'toto," The dark lioness purred, pulling her newest child close to her chest with a gentle paw. It was good to be mindful; this little lion wasn't quite in control of their sharp little stone-paws yet. The little thing trembled, but Breama simply smiled and licked the blood and birth from their fur, "You are a lucky one, do you know that? Your Ema is such a good and careful hunter. Not a nick on you. And the one who held you?" The moonlight throws back the light of her large, dark eyes that flick to the carcass whose blood still steamed in the cool night air. "Your... carrier. She will make such a lovely gift for your Amu, my m'toto. Now, now, cease your crying. You should be thankful. Listen. Let me tell you of her, the color of my world, and the beauty she brings." - - - Breama remembered the day like it was just yesterday; the sun bright and heavy in the sky, turning everything to a dull shade of brown. The rainless times were so boring. Hunting was laborious. The grasses grew sparse and left no where to hide, so instead she would follow her prey, step by step for miles. Never resting, either one of them. One would drop dead eventually; lions of all kinds needed water. It'd been on one of these achingly long, dusty trackings that she had first seen it. Color. Purples and blues draped between the branches of trees, swollen intestine hung like a garland with tinsel made of dripping yellow fat and bright scarlet blood. It was... stunning. Nearly as stunning as the short little lioness that'd snapped at her when Breana had reached up to get a closer look at the display. She'd lost her prey that day, of course, but had earned four beautiful scars and the attention of the black and green artist who had managed to find beauty within all things.
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Nefarious Muse Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2025 6:26 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2025 11:00 am
Here is the Tale of two ButchersUsername: belloblossom
Which Butcher are you trying for: #1
Story:
It's a rough life, to be born a melanistic lion under the oppressive heat of the savannah sun. Nyama was the only one of his litter who bore a dark pelt and it was his curse to bear the moment that he left his mother's insides. Only inside of her had been safe from the heat of the outside world and he was left wanting for it every moment after. Born in the Outlands, his mother was a known fighter - she fought for everything she had and wanted, but fighting came harder now that she was weighed down by cubs, she soon found herself losing more battles than winning them. She was able to last out fine enough until the next dry season, when her cubs were growing towards their adolescence, but Nyama caught her staring at him more than once, with hunger in her eyes.
It was known to him from listening to other Outland members that it wasn't uncommon for mothers to eat their cubs. A mother lioness could always have another litter, never mind the lives that she was wasting. Nyama began to see the irony of his namesake: meat. In the end, that's all he was - that's all any living creature could ever be. In the twisting of youth and the desperation to live, Nyama decided to beat her to the final bite. When she was sleeping, he approached her and sliced his claws into her belly, exposing blood and gore to the outside. He had lived in comfort in being a part of her once, and now he was ensuring his life's future by taking her apart.
More to the fact, he found that when his body was covered in red, the sun did not seep into his fur as easily. He was not burned by its light nor did he feel nauseous any time the sun rose. The more red he painted himself in, the more easily he could thrive in the world he was cast into. With his head raised in pride, he emerged from his mother's resting place, and found the gaze of his pride mates meet his with horror. It seemed like even in a pride of Outsiders and warmongers, he was still the one being othered, and of course, it was still for the colors of his pelt, now even more unnatural than before.
Nyama fled the Outland pride. He had killed his mother while she slept; there was no way that he could take on adult lions who were awake, none the less awake and murderous. He fled all the way into the rocky canyons, where he found the Night Plains and found paradise. Here there were lions who bore dark coats like him, and ones who saw the necessity of blood and gore just as he did. They saw no issue in the blood he wore on his pelt and he took no ill will towards the lion flesh they consumed. Nyama is nyama, after all.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2025 3:08 pm
These two are insane!!Users entering: irishgirl1017, Melomar User 1 preference: Lioness User 2 preference: Leopard In what way is the lioness crazy?: This lioness was surrounded by solitude and darkness her entire life. She knows nothing else but the dark lands as she calls it. No other lion or lioness to be seen, just endless dark, cold, clammy dirt beneath her paws, the smell of decay in the air, the huge rocks looked like giant heads waiting to crush her until she passed, the crevices that held secrets and death, when it was hot the air was stagnant, unmoving and unyielding, when it was cold the air was frigid, the smell was different but still rancid in its way, and the air was an invisible enemy to fight as it was when it was hot. The quiet, the absolute stillness of this land slowly caused her to go insane. Being alone all day and night, no sounds but the occasional patter of feet or nails on the ground. Her ears would perk at that, and the hunt began. The food in this land was not plentiful, but it sustained her but barely. Hunger was an additional driving force behind her insanity. Her mind split into two distinct personalities. The main one she was evil, vicious, cut throat and killed without a single thought. You crossed her path when she was in this mindset, you wound up her dinner. Although she liked to play with her food at times. Entertain her so to speak. The other personality sometimes came through and was the voice of reason. For example her finding the leopard, instead of killing her for some reason she made a pact with her and now they travel together far and wide. The dark lands is no longer her prison. The entire plains is her hunting ground, those who cross her path either end up her toy or her dinner. How is the leopard a bit bonkers?: The leopard is a little bit nutty. She likes to feel pain. She loves to fight her heart out and to limp away victorious. The pain is her reward for a kill well done. Sometimes she eats, other times she leaves it for an unsuspecting band of lions to find. It's just enough to fill them to capacity and fall into a sleep coma. That's when she likes to strike. There is nothing dishonorable about it. She is one small leopard against lions twice her size. And her sister lioness takes the killing further than she could have done alone. They truly are as one as they fight and kill in step with one another. One swings high the other ducks and smoothly swipes low. They are the greatest team together. How do they make their craziness work to their advantage?: The craziness that each other has compliment the other. The lioness has 2 personalities, and the leopard has the ability to handle both effortlessly. She sees the change and knows it is coming. The uncanny familiarity each has with the other even when meeting for the first time is palpable. Their crazy to any other would-be sheer madness but to each other it is a symphony that only they hear. Think of it like this, they are putting on a 2 animal play. In order for this to work, they each have a part to play. The parts they have they play effortlessly. There is a rhythm to their madness, a sort of unspoken familiarity to know what the other is thinking. For the lioness, she sees the way they are as a dance that never ends, each step will be flawless as the leopard knows exactly where she will step and what the next move shall be. To an outsider looking in, they are the same animal but in 2 separate bodies. It may be unnerving to those who are fortunate to see it and survive but to them it is natural and normal Their story: As she prowled the dark lands, she was on edge. She could sense something different, something that has no right to be here among her lands. Whatever it is she must find it and kill it. She moved quickly, silently and in the dark where she would not be easily seen. She narrowed her eyes, perked her ears, her tail barely moving as she raised her head to sniff the air. Whatever it was smelled strange, and it wasn't very close but not to far off for her not to hunt. Following her instincts, she was at the edge of the dark lands. Looking around she saw nothing, she crept out of the dark, losing her ability to blend in and was immediately blinded by the bright light. It hurt her eyes. She stumbled trying to make her way back to the dark lands. As she struggled, she heard a thud but she continued to back away. Then the darkness engulfed her once again, allowing her eyes to adjust she saw the outline of an animal not to far away from her. It was partially standing, partially lying on its side. She sniffed the air again the smell of blood came to her making her salivate. This was the thing that didn't belong. She moved forward then the thing spoke, it actually spoke to her. The words washed over her like a balm she didn't know she needed. The words didn't make sense at first then she focused and understood. The leopard stepped from the light into the darkness and a pact was offered, curiosity got the best of her so she stepped partially into the bright light and spoke it felt unnatural but necessary. They came to an understanding; they would help each other survive and do whatever was necessary to do just that including protecting the other from any threats. She knew insanity when she saw it, this leopard as she now knew it to be, was not fully insane. She was bonkers and that was enough for her.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2025 3:50 pm
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Nefarious Muse Vice Captain
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Nefarious Muse generated a random number between
1 and 4 ...
3!
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Nefarious Muse Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2025 12:42 pm
1.Fea Line - Prefs: 3, 1, 2
2.Moxxiie - Prefs: 2 3 1
3. belloblossom - Prefs: 1, 3, 2
4. Mountain Dew Cookie - Prefs: 1, 2, 3
rolling for three little murderers
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Nefarious Muse generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2025 12:47 pm
1.Fea Line - Prefs: 3, 2
2.Moxxiie - Prefs: 2 3
3. Mountain Dew Cookie - Prefs: 2, 3
rolling for three little murderers
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Nefarious Muse Vice Captain
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Nefarious Muse generated a random number between
1 and 2 ...
2!
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Nefarious Muse Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2025 12:49 pm
1.Moxxiie - Prefs: 2
2. Mountain Dew Cookie - Prefs: 2,
rolling for three little murderers
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