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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Aug 24, 2016 21:02:45 GMT -5
( Ah, I see. Hopefully it goes by fast!
You're very welcome. <3 )
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Aug 24, 2016 21:18:52 GMT -5
( Aww, that's too bad. I always wanted to see Paris. :0 )
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Aug 24, 2016 22:39:17 GMT -5
(( golly gosh I'm so sorry I'm soo poofy I usually try balancing my Cornells and the forums, but these Cornells are just.. Ugh ;-;
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2016 1:18:42 GMT -5
( Hey, sorry I wasn't here today! I'll get on my replies tomorrow! ^^ )
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Aug 25, 2016 16:32:32 GMT -5
[ Izumi | Hanasaki Valley ]
The fibrous collagen tissue within each meticulously concocted forepaw tautened, ungues progressing to elicit from their surmised scabbards. Ocular devices incarcerated a bearing of phlegm, ergo ousting the recherché dyspeptic episode which anon evanesced into nil. Limpid gander perused the rampant conglomerate of polychromatic florets, circumspectly vacillating which to reap; it could not be exorbitantly premature, as it had yet to proliferate its attenuating properties, nor could it be a youthful verdure's antipode, atrophied, as then it would issue no salubrious value whatsoever. No, the ones of which she foraged had to be ripe, brimming with a glut of salutary goods.
Aegeans coruscated with cogitative mulls, pupils gyrating their spheric propinquity in order to accomplish the endeavor apace. A brief interlude ws all that progressed for the erudite molly to distinguish a nonpareil plat of perennials. As a result, the diaphanous fleece that carpeted her velvety flesh undulated with the activity of outstretching a lissome, sinistral member, aerodynamic physique abiding in its recumbent attitude. Then, with scrupulous exactitude, a deft motion of an unsheathed paw sundered one of the stems at its nadir, to which aforesaid stalk lolled limply against the verdant terra firma.
The concatenation reiterated itself, until an ample bevy was established. Aforesaid heap continued to augment at a brisk tempo, curtesy to the feminine's all-embracing expertise in the art of accruing.
This insouciant moil was effectuated with a sui generis vintage of éclat, albeit solely in the aplomb sense, as she reached a certain deficit in overall panache.
The attenuated musculature concluding a grimalkin's frame swished, vaguely agitating the graminaceous swards with its placidity. Loam was patent across her operating, anterior limbs, interimly vitiating the division of grandiose, silver-brocaded pelage.
Cervix interior cleared, but even with the locution that was hence vocalized, her point of convergence never digressed from its contemporaneous enterprise,
"Perhaps if you'd help, Tarou-kun, this would go quicker."
Her timbre connoted no choler, only a tone worth yielding to - especially when a fixed mandate was uttered. |
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Aug 25, 2016 17:17:53 GMT -5
( Me too aghhhh <3
Oh, gosh, lemme type up something for that really quick! :'U )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2016 18:13:48 GMT -5
( I may or may not have gotten lazy with the tagging xD )
Akira | Tagging: Hanako (and company)"Yeah! And we'll be working hard to catch as much prey as possible for the festival too!" Akira nodded enthusiastically at Hanako's words, a genuine smile gracing his features as he started to get excited about the sakura matsuri. Normally, the little tom wasn't overly impressed by decorations, but he liked festivals. After all, who didn't? The thought occurred to him that he should be looking for prey right now instead of making casual conversation - after all, they were here to hunt, not talk - but he shook it away. The way he saw it, it was equally as important to make nice with his comrades too - perhaps they'd make for good friends! However, at Hanako's next words he couldn't help but bristle as she mentioned her mother. Any mention of family, especially parents, always unnerved him but he forced his fur to lay flat as he replied more callously, "She must have wanted to protect you. Besides, since this is your first time here, you can really enjoy this experience."Rin | Tagging: Kaihime, Hayakawa, Meiko (?)
Rin followed after her fellow samurai as they bounded over to the trees, an extra enthusiastic bounce in her step at the idea of tree climbing. She was pretty mediocre at best when it came to climbing, but tree climbing with her new friends seemed exciting and fun. Occasionally as she made her way over to the trees with Kai and Hayakawa, the Bobtail would glance over her shoulder towards the general direction of the minarai, as if to make sure they were alright. After all, she would feel like a failure if anything happened to the minarai while they were hunting. It seemed that all was going well so far, though, so she turned her attention to those that she was with. For a moment, she was distracted as she took in the sight of the trees she'd be trying to scale, but her blue eyes widened when she thought she picked up some sort of scent nearby. "Do either of you smell that?" she asked curiously, turning towards Kai and Hayakawa and tilting her head questioningly. Surely she couldn't be the only one who had picked up that smell? Kai looked pretty alert and wary, so perhaps she had caught onto it as well. Perhaps she should have looked around first to see where it was coming from, but the thought hadn't occurred to her and she wanted second opinions first.
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Aug 25, 2016 18:39:21 GMT -5
( Unfortunately, this is my last post for the evening, so I'll have to respond to you tomorrow, capri. ;u; )
( Okay, Salt. Please be safe! )
Tarou | Tags; Izumi | Hana Valley
Tympanic membrane faced al fresco as a unforeseen "ahem" from a short focal length reached aforementioned eardrums; the subsequent apothecary became cognizant of the mere verity that he had been moving in a decelerated traipse downwards without surcease. To say nothing of that his reluctant carriage annexed to his dawling manner. Perhaps he was caught up in daydreaming again...
"O-Oh! I am very sorry, sensei. Coming!" Supercilium arose with bijou orange-green eyes following suit as his pliable sinistral, then dextral limbs expeditiously extended in a sprint; just as streamlined as she, but with exiguous maladroit. Pink corolla circumjacented around the novice forthright; in the vicinity of earshot, the petal-embellished freshet rushed vaguely in his ears. Hanasaki Valley quite lived up to it's title, roughly translating to 'The Valley of Blooming Flowers'. Nut-brown fell oscillated in the transitory wind as miniature yet strong biceps brachii retracted in repetitive session.
Ere his pedant pedagogue had a chance to get annoyed in sooth, he was by the feminal's side in an instantaneous split second. Observant ocular devices flicking from side to side as her innate daggers sliced the internodes of the flora with precise ease. Violaceous and flaxen colorations dotted the open space below a lone cherry tree; lilacs and marigolds, to specificize. However, the glaciated buds aloft were not her top priority; as they never had been. Instead she was focused on cutting their thin stems; lacerated by a quick chop of her claw. Every half-second, a stem was cut in two. One, two, one, two.
The specific modus operandi she performed without the bat of a single eyelash granted the neophyte an exceeding intimidated and small sentiment. She was much too perfect, too incomparable. How he would ever be as skilled as her, he had no inkling. Does she really need help? I mean, with the way she's cutting them, she's practically done... Keeping that thought in his head as not to allow such an impertinent remark slip from his tongue, he assumed an attentive sitting bearing.
Hence, inward fibrous collagen tendon tightened as a single off-white unguise slipped out of it's sheath. With a rapid flick of his forepaw, a stem was cut just as she had done. And another, and another. However, despite only gaining a few, he knew that she would not settle for just four measly flora; more were to be garnered before the plethora of annuals was full once more. Again, he initiated the reaping once more although his pace slowed by a mere fraction. She would be able to detect that in a heartbeat, he was certain.
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Ðᴏʟᴄᴇ
there will always be those who dare to brave the lightning's glow.
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Post by Ðᴏʟᴄᴇ on Aug 26, 2016 16:34:23 GMT -5
[ once again, sorry for the lateness! Haven't been feeling well lately >q<'
Also, I'll be moving into my dorm soon so my apologies for any absence then! ]
Ruri with [ Arata & Daisuke ] // Clearing
At Daisuke's words, Ruri found herself nodding in agreement as her shy smile grew even wider. "That's true. The queens and their kits always do such a great job decorating the camp while we hunt," she remarked almost wistfully. Sometimes she wondered what it was like to spend the day decorating camp rather than hunt all day. Since she'd left the nursery, she hadn't had the pleasure of the duty, and always returned from hunting to see the camp looking prettier than ever thanks to the efforts of the mothers and kittens of SakuraClan. The festival only further showed the creativity of their cats, and she couldn't help but feel a small burst of pride welling up in her chest for the clan she had grown up in, the clan she was a part of.
"It's probably more fun to decorate the camp with the paper streamers than it is to hunt the whole day," she remarked light-heartedly. It wasn't exactly that the shy bobtail was lazy or anything and disliked hunting, it just got tiring having to do it so long to prepare for the festival. Still, she knew their efforts would always be rewarded on the third day of the sakura matsuri. As if just remembering that they were waiting for Arata to finish, she glanced back at him to see if he had finished his rabbit so they could go out hunting.
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Aug 26, 2016 16:50:03 GMT -5
(( Hey the weekend is here ^^
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Aug 26, 2016 17:23:31 GMT -5
( Yass, I'm so happy! :''D )
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Aug 26, 2016 17:43:10 GMT -5
(( I know right! Gosh I'm tired ;v;
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Aug 26, 2016 18:06:46 GMT -5
( Ugh, same! ;u;
Just chilling here, listen to Unravel from Tokyo Ghoul on repeat~ )
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Aug 26, 2016 20:21:58 GMT -5
(( Oh man I haven't gotten around to watching Tokyo Ghoul ;v;
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Aug 26, 2016 21:15:11 GMT -5
( Watch it omg
I haven't gotten far in it, but it's really good. )
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Post by Kitty Kats on Aug 26, 2016 21:17:21 GMT -5
Hello! One of Salt's RL firends! She'll be back around noon EST tomorrow.]
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Aug 26, 2016 21:38:51 GMT -5
(( My friend highly recommended it to me, but gosh darn school dude ;~;
Okie dokie thanks a bunch Dragon!
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Aug 27, 2016 5:48:48 GMT -5
( Thank you for the news, Dragon! c:
Yeah, I'm busy pretty much the whole day rip ;-; )
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Aug 27, 2016 19:31:03 GMT -5
[ Izumi | Hanasaki Valley ]
Rosette shells upheaved at a vertiginous attitude, the neophyte’s temerarious vocables permeating her tympanic membranes. An incontrovertible nictate had two tissue pleats flit elegantly through her aegeans, seemingly a substitute for a diverted, pivot of pupils.
Fastidious paws - with their respective, conical ungues - did not abate in their culling when the masculine reposed parallel to her locus and embarked on the venture. Now contingently juxtaposed, it was riveting to heed their distinguishable differences; their fleeces, stances, proportions… The modus operandi of which the molly poised her capitulum at a slant which indicated her puissance in this circumstance in opposition to Tarou’s own posture...
Abruptly, the palpitates of an ichor-aerating organ ensnared her regard, yet the feminine once more did not skew her cranium for a closer inspection.
“Concentrate, Tarou-kun.”
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Aug 27, 2016 20:37:31 GMT -5
(( Hello hello
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Aug 27, 2016 21:18:18 GMT -5
Tarou | Tags; Izumi | Hana Valley
"Hai."
The traditional locution, translated as 'yes', was uttered with a sense of insightful tonality. At that moment, Tarou's childlike demeanor gave the impression as if it had evanesced. As overawed as he was, he had to focus, as she had bidded him to.
Intrinsically, brows creased as the fibrous musculature within discoid, petite paw tautened once more, and his original speed quickened as more annuals were lacerated reiteratively. He had significantly improved since the immediate past, and the assemblage abreast of the tyro grew sufficingly within about a minute's interval. I do hope this is better... I haven't impressed her recently.
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Aug 27, 2016 21:23:15 GMT -5
(( How close are we to the day of the festival? :0
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Aug 27, 2016 21:27:48 GMT -5
( Not very close to the 4th day... It's afternoon of the first day right now. ;-;
I'll try to move the day along more quickly, since everything is a bit boring right now. )
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Aug 27, 2016 21:29:08 GMT -5
(( Ah okie doki! Is there anywhere I could jump in by chance?
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Aug 27, 2016 22:06:58 GMT -5
( Hm, I'm not sure. Do you have any characters open? :0 )
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