Testing Thread

Testing Thread

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A small worm of worry began to burrow into Generosity's chest. There was nothing to give proof to it, nor even give hint, but what if it was harder to join the pack than it was made out to be? Gen didn't remember anyone giving them advice about it. Grace seemed confident and sure of herself, and the girl tried to feed off of that. Even as Felix's smile became wider she felt a pang of anxiety.

However, all of her worrying seemed to be for nothing. With his own twist of flair, the Ravenking clapped and winked as he accepted the pair of wolves into the pack. After hearing yes Generosity barely heard what else he had to say. She was too caught up in her excitement—this was something entirely new, something unknown. And yet it didn't scare her like she had thought it would.

Grace patted her shoulder to bring her back to reality. "I think Gen had enough of the church, as lovely as it is. I'm sure it won't take her long to pick out a home." The woman spoke indifferently and it would have been difficult to catch the drift of her words if one wasn't paying attention. The darkling girl gaped at her.

"I can pick it out?" she echoed in disbelief. However, before anyone could reaffirm her mother's words, she went waddling down the road, already eyeing up the buildings nearby. The thought occurred to her and she turned around to wave at Felix. "Thank you, Ravenking! I can't wait to help! Thank you!"

Grace glanced at Felix and sighed, though a ghost of a smile played at her maw. Generosity said what needed to be said, so the woman offered the man a simple "thank you" before following the younger girl, letting her lead the way down the road. The Ravenking was free to follow them, but Grace knew he must have been a busy man—he had a young one to take care of himself, after all.

Rocky Cortés

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⟿ Word Count: [242]
⟿ Date: 21st Sep
⟿ Time: 1pm
⟿ Form: Optime

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet. "Speech". Thinking.

I will keep dancing until my skin rots off and only bones remain

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(181) Form | Time | Month | Place NPCs: Jewelry (hover) Pretty Necklace Butterfly Locket Ring Butterfly Bangle Flower Bracelet Thing + Outfit

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Character Name With the lights out, it's less dangerous
POST. "Speech". Thinking.
Word Count: [000]	Form: Optime	Date: DD/MM/YY	Time: 00 AM/PM

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Word Count → 310 :: Out of Character text

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.

He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores.

The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought — frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.

The moon lights her way while she's howling at him.

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