makes me kinda nervous to say so

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la la la a profile will be inserted hereeee.

[Giggle Dracon]

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!! out of character.

the public don’t dwell on my transmission

His mood had been better, uplifted lately, his confidence improving. The arm which had been troubling him was almost completely healed, and but for some stiffness, didn't seem to be causing him problems. Now he had taken to exploring the territory and marking the prey patterns. Giggle didn't know much for pack protocol, but he figured he'd have to figure it out to uphold his duties. The hybrid tucked his notebook into his side bag and headed back towards the mansion with his letting his mind cheerfully wander over the things he'd need to do in the near future.

In front of the mansion was a woman, whom he noticed at the pack meeting but didn't know. Giggle came up behind her but stepped aside, not wanting to seem as though he were creeping up on her. There was a pause before he spoke, as he fixed his hair back into a ponytail. The headphones from the CD player were around his neck, although he still hadn't figured out how to make it work. 'Hey,' the Scorpius spoke softly, watching her. 'Weather's nice, huh?'

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i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

ooc|| here ya go!<3 Whisper Beach. Oh, and Gig is optime like usual. Fear would not hold him back. He would not allow himself to fall into a self-indulging pit simply because he had been kicked around by a couple of bitches. Although he found himself suddenly cautious around borders he might've ignored before, and going out of his way to avoid Dalia's, Giggle knew it would be unhealthy for him to obsess. So the coyote headed off from Inferni, in his possession a copy of a how to speak Italian book and a small journal, with self-made covers. He was comfortable in his skin although still bitterly wished the purple was gone (even if Tal loved it). A worn sign greeted him on his way to Whisper Beach. He barely glanced at it, but continued forward until he reached the silky sands. Giggle thought his favorite thing about this place (that was, all the packs and the neutral territories combined) were the beaches. The ocean was fine, but he loved the sandy expanses, devoid of trees and bushes. Since his arrival at Inferni, the hybrid had set about making himself more useful and had devoted much of his time to the library he had met Corona in. Fishing was something he had wanted to try, but he had no boat- and with his right arm still out of commission, it was out of the question. For now, he'd have to settle for reading.

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AND THOSE PRETTY TABLES BY SARAH JOE THAT I LOST THE CODES TOO DDDDDD:




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<3 all you guys.


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Strange, how there were no hellos or goodbyes between them anymore. Geneva seemed to appear in his life at such convenient and inconvenient times that it had stopped occurring to him; her arrivals and departures all seemed to flow together, and the fact that he was always wondering how she might react to the things he did made it so it seemed she never left him at all. He realized then that it had been weeks since they'd seen each other... but with all that had been going on in his life, he'd been too busy to even notice. She stepped in front of him and looked him in the eye--at first, he looked away, but his gaze shot back immediately thereafter.

She was... covered in scars.

"Wh..." He started, expression rapidly shifting to sheer, almost wordless admonishment at the change. His mouth hung agape for a few seconds before he caught himself, voice suddenly springing back to a level a bit more reminiscent of his normal self. "What happened to you?! You're covered in..." Scars. Just like himself, though she was nowhere near as gruesome and ugly as he. His green eye, wide and freaked, searching her for answers. Why hadn't she come to him for help? Why hadn't she told him what had happened--especially if it was with another member of his pack? Was it because he was... unapproachable? The cyclops's green eye thinned painfully as he shook his head: "Why didn't you..." ...tell me? Somehow, he couldn't finish his sentences. He was shocked, shaken--out of the mist he'd been in, somehow, that he wasn't about to look back on just yet. He didn't want to talk about it. That was enough. It didn't occur to him that he was acting strangely, that he was showing concern. It didn't occur to him that she'd pick up on it and accuse him of being soft. When had she gotten so hurt?

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"We've got something new"

Was sie lesen, kam nicht ganz so große Überraschung, Jefferson, dass vieles von dem, was sie geschrieben hatte bereits zugegeben, die ihm die eine oder andere Weise oder die Zyklopen gesehen hatte und herausgefunden, in seinem Kopf, ohne die Verwendung von Wörtern. Genf war unglaublich ausdrucksstark - ihre Angst, ihre Freude, ihre Wut war unmöglich für sie zu kaschieren, zumindest von ihm. Er hatte sich mit der Funktionsweise ihrer Ausdrucksformen, was hergestellt werden sollen, welche cooed auf sie und was erleichtert ihnen entfernt. Aber warum war Jefferson auch Mühe zu lernen? Warum wurde er beginnt zu handeln, so dass er keinen Einfluss auf ihr Unrecht? Wann hatte er immer gepflegt genug zu tun?

So wie sie sich das erste Mal, das Bekenntnis, dass sie wollte, um zu sehen, ihn wieder auf, da kam noch eine Überraschung und falsche Begriff. Seine finster blicken verlängert eher, dass, wenn er sich weigerte, auch versuchen glauben. Obwohl, wenn sie weiter und berichtet ihm als unmöglich zu verstehen und zu begreifen, den Zyklopen stieß seinem Rücken weiter in den Stuhl, gaben ihm die Augen, und versuchte sich zu entspannen. Er versuchte, um die Worte, er versuchte, um sie besser klingen, als sie haben. Er war ... unmöglich. Das Tier wusste, dass es wahr ist, sondern gehasst zu denken, der es als solches. Für eine lange, als er sagte nichts, die alte, nicht so finster blicken gewöhnlichen verdunkelbar und düster, wie es normalerweise wurde. Stattdessen wird die Stirn runzeln schien ... hohl. Leer ist, vielleicht. Traurig. "Du bist ein guter Schriftsteller," wurde alles, was er konnte murmeln in der Mitte von seinen Gedanken. Es war das einzige, was er denken könnte die Antwort innerhalb der stormclouds und Bächen.

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sabeen graphics /too lazy to log out now

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[Sabeen Thames]

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     can we date this to after she's kicked out of Dahlia de Mai? For simplicity's sake xD Also, she's unshifted.

Like a cancer scare In the dentist's chair

Maybe karma was biting her in the ass, or maybe her life was a big joke. But her banishment had been no jape, and she was slowly being forced to see the truth, even as she fought against it. Her short stay in Dahlia had opened her eyes to her.. condition, but it would not stop her from indulging in drug and psychosis. And even now, she struggled to accept that she had seen Svara, done anything to her, because she hadn't wanted to, hadn't remembered the incident. But now she could see the wounds on her chest, which in anger she reopened, letting the blood stain her chest to match the angry red glare of her daughter, judging judging judging with teeth like the devil's. She was homeless, in a sense, but the neutral territories were all hers now, and she lived in Hailfax, on piles of drink and drug.

The forest hugged her rusty brown coat, cloaking her in comfortable damp darkness. Rain began to fall, but she barely noticed it as she pressed forward, hunger driving her after some small game. Unlucky rabbit, out in the rain, what was it thinking? Nothing, now, as her teeth closed around it's neck, snapping the fragile bones. The lady's mouth smeared with blood as she tore into the tender flesh, body in lupus shape, finding four paws better for traveling than two. The meat satiated her, allowed her to relax long enough to catch the scent of another animal, a male, nearby, so she turned and traveled after it. Soon enough she found the target. The unusual pattern of the coat caught her wheat eyes first, and then the black eyes, black like the demons that haunted her. But they were not devoid of thought, in fact, they seemed to sparkle with a power that she'd only seen before in Cwmfen. And... the smell was familiar, too. She stayed standing, a good seven feet away from the male, turning her gaze over his masculine form. 'Who are you?'

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eep, sorry for the wait


Sabeen masked the smile that passed through her face. It was amusing how quickly Anu had given herself to anger, annoyance (though she was a hypocrite; she reacted just as easily if not easier in the same manner). For once the lady held her tongue, instead nodding, although her eyes were coy. Had she'd known the nature of the other's thoughts (no loyalty, when that's all she believed in), perhaps she'd have lashed out, but instead she bide her time. Her mention of the husky had been a lucky guess. Lowest pack member. Ah, what had he done? Now she was curious. 'Really?' She allowed a bit of surprise to enter her tone (because if this pack was so perfect there shouldn't be a lowest rank, right?) but it wasn't, for once, mocking.

A laugh escaped her. 'Oh, but I believe you've missed my point.' She turned her harsh gaze on Anu's face. Her smile faded away. 'You must never give loyalty blindly. Only if you accept the flaws with the good can you escape the cycle of betrayal. Turning a blind eye on past misdeeds and future crimes does nothing but worsen the problem.' She spoke darkly, and in her subconscious she spoke of herself, her own mistakes that were sure to repeat even though she blocked out the memories and made herself a martyr. 'Judgment is in our nature. I do not seek to rise above it.' Her lighter, more sarcastic air had faded. She wanted Anu to understand her, somehow, understand her being. She wanted to transcend like Vendetta-- she wanted to be bathed in holiness.

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and the lovely req, who made my av :0