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Professor Archibald Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 4:29 pm
 Injected Earth Begins: July 26 Ends: August 1st Respond to the prompt, the most impressive entry will win the wolf. There is a SECOND prize, if you enter this contest. The rest of the entries will be placed in a raffle for a familiar. The Prompt Name: Nature: Tell the story of your life. How did you loose your eye? How did the shadow-walkers capture you? What was it like when you got injected? Be as creative as possible.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 1:01 pm
Name: Arcturus
Nature: Serious
Prompt Response: [[If you want a good approximation of what he sounds like, think Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino. Also, warning--he cusses a little in here. >>]]
The old veteran wolf stares at you, his one green eye glinting coldly. He laughs, a rough sound that makes you shiver, and curls his tail around his paws, the necklace that you just now noticed dangling in the creamy fur of his chest. His earring jostles as he talks, the shiny bauble hanging in his ear. "So you really want to know about me, eh?" He pauses, his gravelly voice echoing about the small den. "Do you think you can hear the entire story without getting your delicate little guts all in a twist?" He asks with a smirk, his long fangs glinting in the low light of sunset. You nod slowly, suddenly nervous as he grins.
"Yeah, somehow I thought you'd say that." He shifts slightly, getting into a more comfortable position for his older bones before starting his tale.
"I wasn't always this freak of nature; yeah, shocking, I know. When I was young, I ran with a loose band of others, going everywhere there was to go. You couldn't even call that tattered thing a pack, we were just that disorganized. We all knew where our loyalties lay, though. That was what made us something to be feared, respected. Every one of us was willing to die for our leader." He shakes his head with a small chuckle, closing his eyes. A sad smile draws across his face, lingering for only a moment before he's back, that cold eye staring straight at you. "That was something that we all thought was noble, to die for the great one that led us. Little did we know exactly how naive that was."
"There was a fight amongst one of the still packs, those that stay in their territory. It was harsh and swift, and they had a mutant on their side. A friggin' mutant." He snorts. "I never saw it coming. His claws were long and sharp, and they got me straight across the eye. I got him in the neck after, which I figure's a decent trade. Our leader got a mouthful o' spines from the guy before I got him--he didn't get back up. We were scared, scattered--easy prey for the pack. They were mostly the modified ones like me now, with a few mutants here and there like that abomination I killed. They took us down like we were nothing but pups before the Destroyer." A regretful look creeps into his eye, and a tone of sorrow slithers its way into his voice. "I lost a good many friends that day. All because we had thought our leader invincible, and because we had been arrogant and came into somebody else's territory. A bit of advice, greenhorn--stay out of packlands if you want to live longer than four years. Really." An amused look flickers across his face, fleeting as a cloud in the wind, as you stare, the bluntness of his words striking you like a blow. "You can shut that pretty little mouth now--don't want any bugs getting in there, do we?" He's forgotten where he was at, and it's clear by the frustrated look on his face. Murmuring so as not to imply disrespect to the veteran, you remind him where he was at.
"Really? We're that far along already?" He blinks, surprised for a second, before proceeding. "Anyway. We had gotten too cocky, and that was what cost almost all of us our lives. I was one of the lucky three to escape, and we vowed to never again be like that. We slowly drifted away over time, and I bet the two old farts are long dead by now. Yep, only me, only old Arcturus left..." He coughs once. "Well. I bet you want to know how I got these, don't ya?" He grins, revealing his fangs to their full extent. You nod tentatively, unsure if he'll use them on you. "Relax, greenhorn, I won't tear your throat out." You let out the tense breath you had been holding in, clearly to his amusement. "I had been wandering far and wide, not knowing where I was going for the longest time. During those days, I earned the nick you see now on my ear from one unhappy she-wolf that thought I was coming to take her pups. Crazy fool wouldn't listen to me, didn't even know her pups were dead in their den. I left that place fast as I could, and that was when I was found by them."
"They came down on me fast and hard, and it was all I could do to bite one and try to escape. They hit me with a needle, and it all went black..." he trails off, a far-away look in his eyes. he doesn't seem to be staring at you--more like through you. He blinks before coming back to earth. "They held me there for a few days before giving me those damned injections. The first one gave me these markings, the stripes and stuff. I didn't mind that--it was merely a little uncomfortable. But the second one? That one was one painful little--" He snarls, causing you to pull back. "'Scuse." he regains his calm, going on with a sigh. "It was like getting my teeth yanked out, and it was clear that it amused them greatly. They gave me a few baubles--the necklace, earring, and bracelet, and sent me on m way. I was a little younger than I am now then, and I will never forget what they did to me. One of these days, I'm going to kill that twisted sonnuvabitch that ran the place, mark my words, greenhorn. Mark them well." You stare straight at this somewhat-insane old wolf, nodding fearfully at his fervor.
The look in his eye tells you that the Arcturus from before never really came back.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 3:10 pm
Name: Dimitri (Means Earth mother)
Nature: Sarcastic, Bitter.
Prompt Reply
(Has some amount of cursing and sarcasm. He has a twisted way of talking so things that may appear as spelling errors are actually his way of talking.)
A muffled snort comes from the wolf's mouth as you relay your friend's question to him, who had decided to run off right before you approached him. His green eye scans you over, looking if you pose any threat to him despite his fangs and the fact that he is a tiny bit bigger than the usual wolf. Deciding that you pose no huge threat, he lets out a chuckle that makes his earring shake and clears his throat. "So word got out that I was around eh? Well listen close because after I'm done, I'm moving on. Can't stay too long in one place before somethin or anotha tries to come and murder me." A twisted smile appears, showing that insanity was a strong point in him.
"I started out as a young normal wolf, ya know, someone like you. Fresh out of my former pack and didn't have all these damn dangles on me, although they do help out sometimes. Anyhow, I ran around with a few buddies but never really joined a pack. Wasn't the social type yaknow?" He shakes himself to show the necklace that shows up clearly on his chest and resumes his story after taking a breath.
"Anyhow, I was wandering around and my buddies and I ran into a pack. We hadn't been paying attention to where we were goin and strayed right onto the territory of one which turned out to be a nice little mistake. Oh did we try to run and unfortunately, I was the only one to escape. But not without the nice little scar in my ear, of course. I think the pack leader did that, not that I care much now. Still, I ran until I was in a safe area and then did I realize that I was alone." He stops here for a few seconds and you notice that an sorrowful look was in his eye, despite the fact that it didn't appear on his face. He then looks straight at you and notices the fact that your mouth seems to be in a frown, that which he smirks at. "Oh so you think I'm makin this up, eh? Be sure to tell your friend that when you talked to me, you though I was crazy. Now where were we?" He frowns for a few moments before remembering what he was at.
"Oh yes, after I ran from the pack I wandered around for awhile just as a loner. No one bothered me then and I didn't bother nobody, 'cept if they tried to murder me. Anyways, one day I ran into a ******** lich. Yeah you heard me right, a lich. And this son of a b***h wasn't gunna let me go alive, or atleast that was his intention. He got my eye and soon after that I started running for my life. Luckily he didn't follow me but I soon realized that I would have been better off dead because right after I got away from him I ran into a shadow-walker. Injected me with a needle he did and when I tried to escape I just hit the ground and it all went black." The wolf stops for a few moments, as if he's trying to remember something. A frown appears on his face, but he takes a breath and continues.
"When I woke up I soon wished I hadn't. I was held down for awhile while they gave me injections. The first few weren't so bad, just uncomfortable as I got my stripes and markings on my head. Then they gave me the one for my fangs. Oh man was it painful. Felt like they were trying to pull out my jaw along with my teeth! After that experience I just wanted to escape but they gave my these damn dangles and sent me on my way, not after I heard them snicker at my expense. So there you have it, a pretty young wolf running around as a freak of nature alone. I joined a few rag-tag groups when traveling around dangerous territories but nothing more than that." He reveals crooked smile showing how lethal his fangs were, one that sends shivers down your back. The wolf stood up and stretched for a few moments, then turned but not before you heard his last words.
"Next time you see me around, I may not be as friendly as before. Remember the name Dimitri kid, it may come in useful one day."
As you watch him jump over the river and walk off into the woods, you get the idea that Dimitri is far from being sane and that he is perfectly content with it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 5:26 pm
Name: Bryn
Nature: Obsessive
I was born in a burrow near Mirror Lake. My pack was small- my parents, my mother's sister, and my two brothers. When I was just beginning to come on hunts, a larger pack took our territory, killing my mother and aunt. The resulting pack- of my father, my brothers, and I- roamed the wilds. We fought often- our father was a mean, crazy old wolf. In one particularly bad fight, the worst fight, my father struck me across the face with his claws, hitting my eye. My brothers killed our father there so he wouldn’t kill me.
We three tried to survive on our own, but soon we were starving. My eye became infected. Eventually we collapsed in a pile, unable to go on. One of my brothers died before the shadow-walkers found us. They took the us back to the labs and we were separated. I never saw the last remaining member of my family again. He’s probably dead, too.
The shadow-walkers made me sleep. They did something to me, something strange while I slept. They must have, for some reason helped me. They saved my life, though my eye must’ve already been destoryed. When I awoke, I was in terrible pain. It felt like fire laced my muscles, like lightning shot down my veins. It felt like my bones had turned to sand. I lay in a cage for five days, my only movement pain-induced fits. Finally, late on the fifth day, the pain lessened enough for me to stand it. In the corner of the cage, I found a dead dog, which I ate eagerly. As I ate, strength seemed to rush into my body. I was stronger, wilder, than ever. I left only ragged fur and cracked bones of my meal, then began attacking the cage walls. For hours I tore at them, but they never gave, never even scratched. Eventually I rested.
When I woke, I found myself deep within the wilds. I was clad in pieces of gold. I tore off everything I could, but some still remained. I found a boulder and sat on it, watching the world around me and trying to decide what to do next. As I contemplated, a herd of deer came near, not noticing me. My stomach growled for food. With the confidence of a pup of the age I was then, I went after the lead buck- a monestrous animal for its kind. The deer would have been able to fend off any normal wolf with its sharp antlers, but I was no longer normal. I lunged onto its back and snapped its neck in my jaws.
It was only after I had eaten the deer that I realized what I had done- what I had become. I became a true lone wolf- I had no pack, I needed no pack, I wanted no pack. That’s how it was, that’s how it is. I don’t think it’ll change- not anytime soon, anyway. Occasionally, I’ll take in another wolf or two for a pawful of suns, but I never join a pack. The pain still comes back, sometimes. It might come for a few minutes, or it might come for a few suns. But I survive- I always survive.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 9:48 pm
(I just wanted to say before hand, I hope you don't mind that I tried to use a clever twist as to how the "Destroyer" came to live inside the forest.)
Name: Kodex
Nature: Mysterious, Disturbed, Revengeful.
"Come now. Don't be scared." the old wolf blinks at you with his one good eye. A smile curls about his fangs as he draws his tail about his paws. "You want to know how I lost my eye eh?" he muses for a moment, his grin all but vanishing. "Then sit tight and listen well young one, for this tale I tell to you is not a pleasant one...." he spoke in a rough voice as he cleared his throat.
It all began from my birth. I was a young pup, not but three weeks old. My eldest sister, my younger sister and I were just beginning to learn our ways about the Murky Lagoon where our small pack called home. Yes, strange place to live you might say, but we made due.
I remember my mother Gaia, soft brown like the sweet smelling earth in which we lay and gasped our first few breaths of life. And my father Nemmis, his bright golden eyes, his midnight black fur, and his deep yet gentle voice. It all felt so surreal. So perfect. Like nothing would ever go wrong.....
We were mistaken.
Sedvek and his sister Jiana awoke us one night with their cries. "Shadow-Walkers!" they screeched almost like birds. Panic soon followed, as my Father, the Firm-Heart of our small pack, grabbed me by the scruff. I watched, dangling helplessly as my mother scooped up my elder sister Heia and my Aunt Ouppel did the same to Tati, my younger sister. No one had a clue what was going on. It was so dark....and the fog. We were used to fog billowing in around the early mornings of the lagoon, but never at nightfall. It was much thicker than usual, and it held a much more sinister feeling. We could see the third eyes of the Shadow-Walker, shining brightly - some on their heads, others in their paws... searching.
Kunuvu, Strong-Claws as we all affectionately called him, was the first to drop, splattered in his own blood as he fought for his packs life. Next was Mishalya, his Pack-Keeper. Her body suddenly seemed frail as she too fell hard upon a crimson stained surface. Sedvek and Jiana had been attacked by small narrow and pointy things that caused them to drop instantly - leaving our pack without it's Bright-eyes. We were getting smaller by the minute.
Fearing for our lives, my father handed me to Yanzet and told him to guard my mother and my sisters as the six of us tried to flee deeper into the lagoon, but it was of no use. The Shadow-Walkers were there waiting, and slammed my mother and Aunt into their traps after they ripped my sisters from their jaws and placed them into one single, smaller trap. Yanzet fought bravely trying to save me, and for what seemed like many moons, kept the Shadow-Walkers at bay..... until the blast. A loud crashing sound I will never forget. It struck Yanzet in the chest, and he fell, his breath stopped. Whimpering, I tried to flee but my paws would not move. Instead I was snatched up and shut into the same trap as my sisters.
We huddled together as they took us back to the strange gray walls which the Fear-Walker called his den. It was even colder inside, and the agonizing cries of other creatures filled the air.
They took us to a bright place, so bright that we were blinded for many minutes. All we could do was listen to the cries echoing around us. It felt like it lasted so long, that I could not tell what was going on around me. When I could finally see again, my little sister lay motionless on a long flat gray thing that seemed to float. Her body look twisted and mangled. Precious blood trickled from her mouth. My elder sister yelped in horror as they snagged her from the cage next - muttering in their cursed language.
They stuck something in her, it was long and filled with what looked like green water. And almost as soon as it entered her body, she began to spasm. Small barbs sprouted from her muzzle like that of a porcupine, and even more grew along her spine. I could feel her pain and I lashed out with my teeth at the trap, only to be prodded in the side by lightning that came from a small tool the humans held in their paws. I felt dizzy, and my sight fluttered again. I saw my other sister go limp as they grasped her body and began slicing it open like a wolf to its pray.
I was next. They placed me on the cold surface, their heavy paws holding me down. It was no use. They stuck something in me but I could not see it. My skin began to burn and it felt as if my blood was as hot as the sun. I felt my fangs growing longer, thicker. My bones ached and twisted inside me for what seemed like months before they finally lay still. Exhausted, I wanted to give in. I wanted to sleep....but I wasn't going to let them take me that easily. I couldn't. Not after what they did to my sisters.Thinking as quickly as I could, I remembered a trick my father taught me to escape a bath from my mother, and pretended to be asleep. It seemed to fool the Shadow-Walkers long enough for them walk away. When I no longer felt their paws against my body I sprang away as fast as I could. They shouted behind me, but all I could do was run. I ran as fast as I could through the endless walls. Though I was in pain, I felt stronger, and in a strange way it fueled me.
Ducking into a dark room, I sensed out the nearest corner and hid - watching as the Shadow-Walkers ran past like a lost animal. My breaths were so labored that I could not hear what was caged in the room with me. Something large. Something evil. Something.... not born of this earth. I felt its hot breath on my back before I truly discovered it was there. Turning around, my eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the dark after being under the bright eyes from before. It was hideous, twisted, broken, battered and bleeding yet it seemed to be alive as ever. The dull lifeless eyes were fixed on me, and my fur stood on end. Before I knew what had happened, I was on my back against the far end of the wall, the left side of my face pouring blood like a raging river.
The Shadow-Walkers had found me by then, but their focus was no longer on me. No. It was on the beast that was trying its hardest to get to me. The hard silver strands, I now know are called chains, holding it to the wall began to tear one by one with loud clanking sounds. A light flipped on just as the last strand had broken. I could see the creature fully now. What used to be a large brown bear was now a victim of the Fear-Walker. Its lifeless eyes - now upon the Shadow-Walkers - burned with anger and pain. It was no longer focused on me, and now was my chance to escape.
I darted between the feet of the nearest Shadow-Walker, just as the Destroyer, as I so called the beast, sank its fangs into the human. The entire gray dome was in an uproar as the beast came crashing through the halls only inches behind me. Fleeing as fast as I could, I fled through an opening that held the scent of nature. I was going to make it! I was going to escape. The Destroyer had done me a favor, and in my last glance over my shoulder, I wished the beast luck in escaping. He had suffered more than I had, and despite the fact that life no longer lived within him was not his fault.
The last thing I heard was his roars in the distance as he fled too, deep into the forest. The only thing I could do was run. Run home, back to my pack and pray to the Earth Mother that this was all just a dream..... but when I arrived, the only thing I found were the slaughtered bodies of my kin, and a lagoon filled with blood.
As I wandered about the bodies of my fallen pack, I found bits of strange gold adornments that my fellow wolves has managed to rip from the Shadow-Walkers body. One I placed about my neck, the other I worked through the base of my ear with my paws. I didn't mind the pain. It meant nothing to me.
The old wolf clears his throat as his eye remains fixed upon you. "I still see the sweet smiling faces of my dear sisters. And every now and then, I can hear Destroyer, rampaging through the forest." he paused as he took a deep sigh. "But the scars across my eye and these shiny bits are a constant reminder of what happened that night. I have sworn with my life that no Shadow-Walker will escape the wrath of Kodex so long as I live." He snarled, foam rising at the corners of his muzzle. "May the Destroyer have mercy upon their souls."
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 2:27 pm
Name:
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“Carinea!” The voices of several wolves echoed through the clear night. Worried, frustration, curiosity, all filled their vocals. But none as louder or more distressed then their alpha. “Elegaro, I don’t think she is around here.” The young gamma stepped forward, his ears laid back against his head with sorrow, and respect. “Maybe we shall move on another direction?” He suggested softly. The black brute turned his head from his pack mate, looking off in the distance. “It’s not like her to run off as such…” He sighed looking down. His ears moved back as well, tail dropping from its high potion. “Maybe you are right, let’s head to the flat grass.” The alpha commanded. “I don’t know why she would but maybe she could have traveled there.” He thought deeply, his paws turning his body around. “Let’s go!” his voice barked out in the shadows of the night. The sounds of the pack turning direction could be herd as they sprinted off heading to the “flat grass” as they called it. Little did they know they where traveling in the wrong direction…
Grunts and groans of pain came from the opposite direction. The female they searched for in more pain then she ever dreamed her body could produce. Her eyes squinted tightly, her body working hard, her assisting with her, and seemed, constant pushing. Running out of breath she dropped her head to the ground panting hard. This was not how she pictured it. The birth of her children. She longed for them to be born in the warmth and safety of the packs den, but her becoming separated a few hours ago did not play to that factor. A yelp of pain was let out as she pushed hard once more. She could feel a tad bit of relief, knowing the first of a few had entered the world.
Her body turned as she started to lick the young one, hearing the pup’s cries of hunger and longing for warmth. “Shhh, it’s ok.” She whispered softly, nudging the young pup to her belly as he began to feed hungrily. Carinea’s head rested back down upon the cold grass, her body heaving a tad bit. Her eyes where heavy but she knew she must stay awake.
The pack reached the flat grass, their bodies not daring to move into the place where no trees grew. “I don’t smell nor see her,” one of them pointed out. “Thank you for stating the obvious.” Elegaro snapped the old male in no mood. He shook his head softly with frustration. “Come, there is nothing more we can do for the night.” He admitted with shame and agony. “We will have to continue in the sun.” The packed looked to one another but did not question their leader as they started to slowly make their way back to the temporary den site. “Sir,” One of the adolescents approached him. “With all do respect, Carinea is your daughter, she maybe tough but I do think calling off the search is such a wise move.” The female spoke, head hung low to show respect. “Yes, but with this old age that has cased a curse on my body I can no longer continue as I used to.” He turned away moving from the young female so she could not see the look that he held in his eyes.
By now the female had delivered five healthy young ones. A beautiful female, with a coat as black as her grandfather’s, a rather restless black and brown male, a handsome, strong brunet brute who had a tad bit of grayish color on his under belly, and then the twins as she would call them. A male a female who where both brown with a tad bit of gray and white on them in the same spots and patterns. The new mother smiles proudly as she allowed each of the young ones to feed from her. All of them greedy little things, fighting one another for more when there was no need to. She was truly proud of them. A very healthy bunch for being sired by the omega of the group. If her father ever knew of it, it would be murder for them both. But luckily he believed they where sired by the heir to another pack, so his old foolish age came in handy at some points. The young ones began to settle down as they felt their mother warming them with her tongue. Naming them as they curled into her. “Britlascy, Merony, Raze, and the twins, Yin, Yang.” She smiled softly her body nuzzling against them. She laid her head back down is rest with a deep sigh not knowing of the danger lurking not to far off.
The pack at this time had just returned to the den. The old alpha lying off by himself. Disregarding his other children whom tried to cheer them up in their sister’s absence. With their mother’s death still fresh scars on everyone’s heart, it was hard on them all with the alpha’s pup vanishment. “Papa, I’m sure she will be fine.” The youngest female nuzzled against him, only to be shoved away by a heavy paw. “Reanele, just leave him be.” Her older brother shoved her a tad bit away, to another corner of the den. Reluctantly she followed her brother with a sigh. “I’m still worried about him. First mother, and now if anything happens to sister.” The young female frowned looking up to her older brother. “There is nothing more we can do at this point.” The male said looking to her. “But Desu!” She jumped in front of her brother. “We can’t leave sister out there alone. You are oldest you should go look for her. It was you who should have been the alpha pup, father only picked sister cause you did not have to determination she did!” The male sighed, “Fine, once everyone is asleep, I shall go search for her,” he gave in laying down with a heavy sigh.
“I must get yall to safety.” Te female whispered as she rose to her paws after a good long rest. She looked around at her seroundings. She listened closely, ears focused as well as nose. When she felt it was safe she went to work. The middle male was picked up first, Raze. She was unwilling but knew it was the only way to ensure her pups would be. She remembered a hallow tree not to far off, that would be a safe place for now. She slowly wondered away from the remaining four. Their cries for her gripping at her heart but she had to start moving them to safety. She moved through the brush and thickets her eyes following the map she had placed in her mind. The tree soon came into view. Slowly setting Raze down at side Carinea moved in side, sniffing about. Abounded, good. She moved back out lowering her pup in side, “Be safe my little Raze, I’ll shall return soon.” She whispered softly and moved back away.
As the last pack member dozed off the young male stood to his paws. He slowly moved through the sleeping bodies of other wolves. Making his way out into the late night breeze. He started to move in the one direction the back had not searched. East. He started off at a sprint but ended up at a full blown run. Knowing he had a lot of ground to cover. His pace picked up as he started to smell his sister’s scent not to far off. It was faint but it was there. He quickened his paws even further, pushing him self to hurry to his sister, passing by the place where Raze laid in waiting for his mother.
The morning dawn came fast and furious. The pack all awaking slowly. I AM NOT DONE! I must leave for a bit but I'll return to continue.
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Professor Archibald generated a random number between
1 and 4 ...
4!
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Professor Archibald Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 11:02 pm
Thanks to everyone for your entries!!
Honestly, I was only expecting one or two! I was impressed!
The winner is...
Jellybean Toes! Congrats!!
Libra, while your entry is engaging, it is incomplete, and I had to disqualify you. *tear*
And now to roll for the familiar winner!
1. Zactura
2. Miss Swablu
3. Fea Line
4. Libra15
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 11:03 pm
Libra! Congrats!
Send me the details about what you would like your familiar to be like.
Jelly, send your wolf to the certin' thread.
And thanks to everyone, again!
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Professor Archibald Captain
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