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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 11:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2016 12:47 am
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Glowering straight ahead, Malice paced one of Busthind's many trails, eyes ablaze with fury. That damned beast wasn't going to let her leave Busthind, forcing her to cancel her plan to make it to the next train to Civisect. Now what was she going to do? Throw some rocks at her neighbors? Wait... actually...
Huffing a harsh breath, Malice bent down and picked up a rock the size of her fist. Hefting it up and preparing to throw, Malice's face broke into a sneer as she aimed for some unfortunate soul's cave window when she spotted something moving in the corner of her eye. She narrowed in on some paltry orangeblood dragging along a red wagon with a certain degree of struggle. Top lip twitching into a snarl, Malice watched on with contempt. Clearly an outsider, this moron was trying to... do what now? The rock dropped with a heavy thunk.
"Hey, punkin-head!" The blueblood tersely shouted, storming over with her imperious gait. "What are you even doing?" Scowling, Malice looked over the orangeblood's "work" before her eyes slowly slid over to get a look at their face. Christ. A juggalo. Inwardly flinching, the blueblood's tentative opinion on those lot would have caused her to pull a u-turn maneuver if it hadn't been for the low tiered hue. Orange cretin. "Those aren't gunna grow here and more importantly-!" Abruptly, Malice kicked at the ground with rough force, sending a cloud of dust into the orangeblood's direction. "This is MY ground. Mine. As in, get the hell away from it."
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2016 11:37 pm
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Malice blinked, lip straight as a pin. She didn't like the way the orangeblood talked. "Your services?" Her eyes narrowed in, head slowly turning to the side to eye her under suspicion. Bowing Punkie had the blueblood frown in consideration and curiosity, then her gaze slid over to the freshly dug up ground. Nothing really looked any different. "I don't remember asking for any kind of service. Her top lip twitched. "You could definitely do better. Good thing I'm not paying you." With a quick raise of her brows and a virtually unimpressed expression, Malice rolled her shoulders and settled a small distance from the lowblood juggalo on a rock. She crossed her legs and arms.
"What is it that you're planting, exactly." She called, and after a beat, she added, "It is my ground, after all. I should know."
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2016 10:58 pm
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Punkie, still grinning, paused to examine the other troll. A blueblood, verging on purple, sat on a rock with a rather unpleasant expression. The blueblood was defiantly exhibiting signs that she was not exactly secure in her position, what with her attempt to further prove her superiority over a lowblood. Punkie's grin grew. This was just what she needed. A project. There was obviously something bothering this troll, some sort of sinister spirit fowling an otherwise fine blueblood.
The orangeblood settled back to her job of digging in the blueblood's lawnring. "A variety of gourd." The orangeblood replied, focusing on her task of preparing a proper home for the seed to take root and flourish. Like any rough terrain, an idea, or plant, had to take its time growing roots in order to flourish. "While im here, is there any other ******** services you would like me to attend to?" Punkie said, clapping the dirt from her hands.
blackbird cake Sorry this took so long sad
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