Character Castle 2.0
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Sorry I haven’t posted in so long. I was catching up on the story (It took me almost 2hours!)
rusted -knight: I’ll be praying for you!
Here’s my first post, It might be a little short cause I’m short on time but here It goes.
It was a warm breezy afternoon, just right for wandering aimlessly through the woods eating any berries that you happen to come across and warming yourself in the sun. Which was exactly what Brin the fox was doing. She had spent the morning hunting, and was unsuccessful, but as the sun reached its peak she decided against hunting any longer and, Instead, thought she would try and find berries. At that, she succeeded, and was now laying by the river, watching the fish swim by,to lazy In her state of drowsiness, to get up and catch any. She slowly drifted to sleep.
Just so you know, she Isn’t in the greenhouse. Yet.
Beautiful things don't ask for attention
I. Love. Foxes. They’ve got to be one of my favorite animals! (And that’s saying quite a lot ’cause I LOVE animals 😛 ) Brin sounds so cool! BTW, on this sort of note, have you read “Foxcraft” by Inbali Iserles?
I wrote a very long reply to everything you said, but it for some reason I wasn’t signed in, but I didn’t know it, so when I clicked submit, it didn’t post and deleted everything!
Well, I guess I’ll have to respond again:
THANK YOU SO MUCH! All those names are AMAZING! Did you think of all of them, or look some up somewhere? I really like Rec for my villain, but do you mind if I add a K to the end, making it Reck? ‘Cause the meaning of the word reck lines up with the story line of my book and some stuff my villain does. 😀 But, I like those so well, I might use them for some of my characters I haven’t officially named yet… *eyes the name Kayson*
And aw, I’m sorry that some of the names were deleted 🙁 I hate it when stuff like that happens.
Wow, that Garfield thing sounds….. interesting. Creative, I suppose XD
Awwww, thank you. You really have a way of being extremely kind.
I can relax ‘cause I know you won’t think I’m goofy (although I am)!
C’mon!! The goofy people are the people I like! But I believe there are two kinds of goofy: Goofy number one, which is annoying and spam-y. Then there’s goofy number two, which is fun and makes me laugh! And you are definitely goofy number two!! (Wow, that’s a weird phrase: goofy number two) I hope this doesn’t sound offensive, or like I’m being mean, ’cause I promise I mean it as a compliment!
I just wanted to thank y’all for being so kind and accepting of, well, me
I don’t need to be accepting of you, bc you’re just so fun and easy to be around! (Well, I guess I’m not technically around you, more interacting with you, but k’now what I mean!). You’re so nice and creative, and don’t ever think I’m just tolerating you, ’cause I promise, I’m not 😛 You’re so awesome, and you’re such a talented writer, and I hope you never forget it 😛
Wow.. Your post was so vivid, and descriptive, and–*takes a sec to search for synonyms for vivid*– so expressive!! I loved reading every word of it. And the last line gave me chills and stuck with me all day:
“Like you murdered so many.”
Wow, it was amazing.
Oh no! Like the others said, I’ll definitely be praying for you. Are you evacuating then?
*whistles* Wow, you nailed it with how Colma feels… The wanting-to-be-comforted-but-would-never-accept-it thing is exactly how she feels. That was a fantastic post, great job. I’ll write a response ASAP 🙂
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
BTW, @wingiby-iggiby, really love that signature!
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
<p style=”text-align: left;”>Mischievous Thwapling: when you Said ‘I. Love. Foxes.’ I was thinking ” I’m not the only one! “. I’ve never heard anyone say foxes where there favorite animal, so I thought it was just me.😛</p>
Beautiful things don't ask for attention
Umm… Can I pop in and throw in a couple of characters? Please? They know eachother and are actually related to eachother, and at the point they need development in, they know this and are in the middle of a war. Oh, and they’re both royalty, and one’s father is the evil king they’re fighting.. Oh, and they have magic and eidetic memories and aren’t quite human..
Could one steal past those watchful dragons? I thought I could.
-C.S. Lewis<p style=”text-align: left;”>Audra: I think that would be ok, but I’m new here so I wouldn’t know.😶</p>
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here is my second post on Brin.Brin was dreaming, in her dream she was flying, like the hawks she so often admired. She flew and the sun warmed her fur as she sailed across the perfectly blue sky. In her dream, she was not scared of the vast height at which she glided, but was dimly aware that she should be. Her paw twitched in her sleep, and she noticed a crashing sound, made hazy by the vail of sleep that lay between her dream and the forest.
she wanted to stay in her dream, and continue to sore above the clouds, but the crashing sound came closer and threatened to wake her. She clung to the dream and willed herself to stay asleep, but the dream faded and she found herself stretched out on a sun-warmed rock that extended halfway across a river. The sun was noticeably lower, and the air was cooler than before. Brin sat up, yawned, and shook the sleep from her head. She glanced at the river below her which rushed at a hurried pace and was swimming with large salmon. Brin sighed, stood up, and stretched, as she yawned again. What had woke her from her nap? The crashing sound was getting louder and she decided to get going. She trotted along the large boulder that she had slept on. The boulder was narrow at the end that hung over the river, but was large at the end that was stuck in the river bank. As she headed towards solid ground, a large he-bear broke through the tree line at a lumbering canter. He looked as if he had had a recent nap, and was still grumpy and hungry. He headed for the rock that Brin was trotting along, still unaware of the little she-fox that he was stumbling towards. Brin, when seeing the bear, picked up the pace from a trot, to a quick canter. She wanted to be of the rock when the bear came, but the bear had different plans. When Brin switched paces he finally noticed the little fox on his prime fishing spot. How dare she set foot in his territory? With a low growl he lumbered towards her and reached the base of the boulder before she could get away.
Brin tensed, as she realized she was now trapped. The angry bear walked towards her, blocking the way to solid ground, and on all other sides, free flowing water blocked escape.
“<b>Move</b> .” The bear rumbled. Brin never missed a beat, “gladly.” she said, trying to stay on his good side. “But, I’m not able to fit past you. But if you could …” The bear interrupted her with another rumbling growl.
“Sir, pl … ”
The bear have a low roar and smacked the ground with his massive front paws. He had no patience for her, he would merely knock her into the river of she did not go away.
Brin knew The bear was tired, hungry, and would not care for any thing but food. She crouched low and growled. The bear merely straight ahead, and continued walking forward. He didn’t even blink.
As the bear walked forward, Brin stumbled backward until she was so far back that her hind paws knocked pebbles into the rushing water below. She arched her back and snarled. The bear roared and rushed forward. She was going to have to fight. Against a bear. Over a river. The thought terrified her and she sought desperately for another solution, but found none.
Brin sprang up, teeth bared, eyes narrowed, ears laid flat. Aiming for the massive bears head. The bear reared up on his hind legs with a grunt, and raised his paw.
Brin saw it all in small snatches, the bears angry eyes, his snout open in a snarl, and the paw that slammed into her, mid-leap.
The blow sent her spinning across the water and she landed with a earthy thump on the opposite shoreline. Her head spun and her ears rang so that it was all she could hear. She moaned and climbed to her feet shakily, surprised to find herself on dry land, and not floating down the river. She noticed a dull pain in her left side where the Bear smacked her, and also noticed a enraged Bear charging across the river, to heavy to be swept away.
Brin yelped. ‘oh COME ON!’ She thought, and stumbled away as fast as her battered body would go. Her vision blurred and her back left leg started to give way with every step, she knew the bear was catching up, even though she couldn’t hear him over the ringing in her ears. The ground shook beneath the weight of his steps.
Brin saw she was nearing a dead end, where a steep rock face blocked her path.
‘this is it, I’m going to be trampled to death by a bear. Wait, what is that? It looks like a …’
She spotted a hole in the rock face. perfectly round which struck her funny, but no matter. The the main thing was that it looked like she could fit. And the bear couldn’t! She managed to pick up her speed. And dove for the hole.
The bear grinned as he saw the rock face, the vixen was trapped, but wait, why was she gaining speed? Didn’t she see the wall? She was going to run straight into it. “Stuppid” he muttered as he lifted his paw to swing. The fox dove for the wall, and He swung his massive paw. It slammed painfully into the rock as the fox disappeared.
‘I made it, I … made it.’ Thought Brin as she heard the bears roar of pain. It was a narrow tunnel, just big enough for her to worm forward on her stomach. But she had made it.
She dragged herself forward a few more feet then fell unconscious.
Brin groaned, she opened her eyes. A tunnel stretched ahead and faded into blackness. A weak light shone from behind her and the smell of bear, earth, and blood filled her nose. She could hear a owl and crickets. She tried to sit up but found she couldn’t. So she lay there as it all came back to her. She tried again to sit up but a rock ceiling held her down.
The ringing in her ears had stoped, but the pain in her side was still there. And her back leg ached. She tried to turn around but the tunnel was to narrow, she tried to wiggle backwards but her back leg was stiff and made it impossible. Panic set in and her eyes grew wide. The only was she could go was forward, and into the darkness. So that’s what she did.
Fourty-five minutes later that’s what she was still doing. Worming forward was uncomfortable and painfull, multiple times she had panicked and tried to back out, but she couldn’t. She has to go on until the tunnel widen so she could turn around, or came to an end. ‘this stinks, I can’t strech, my legs are going numb, and my head hurts. I just want to get out of here.’
And immediately, as of answer to her wish, a pinprick of light shone head. And before she knew it, she was in open air.
She is in the greenhouse now.
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Yay! You’ve started!!!!! I love all of our characters, lol…. it’s just so, how do you put this? Interesting.…
Also, that post about Brin was fantastic! I totally got a taste of her character already; she’s smart and quick, and doesn’t give up easily. Also, she can take a beating 😉 that touch where the bear couldn’t see the hole was cool, btw
UGGG! I’ve done that too!!!!!! It is so discouraging, especially when you spent a lot of time on it….. like my names, arrrr!!!
Thanks!! I totally don’t mind what you do with the names; modify away! I came up with a bunch of them, and some are Bible names or Bible inspired; the last ones, starting with Osbard, my sister blurted for me 😉 She just spat them out like she actually knew folks with those names, lol. I’m so glad they helped!
Wow, that Garfield thing sounds….. interesting. Creative, I suppose XD
Yeah, believe me, some were very weird 😛
Oh, thanks so much, Thwap!!! (I hope you don’t mind I call you this; if you’d rather I didn’t, that’s totally fine). I’m so glad I’m kind (and that I’m able to communicate that online), lol, ‘cause I’d rather not be mean 😛 And that is so funny — “goofy number two;” ha ha, I don’t take offense at all. 😉 And thank you so much for those compliments! They mean a lot. 😀 You yourself are very easy going and easy to be around, and funny and goofy too (as in Goofy #2)! I like your writing, and although I’ve already pointed it out, I like your descriptiveness 😉 One cool thing about being on here is getting to see everybody’s different styles and the way they portray things. It’s so awesome. I just wish we would be able to goof off in person someday…. If only all of us on here could plan a big party where we all flew to Alaska or something and met each other!
And thanks so much (about my post)!!! I’m so glad you like liked it 😀
Oh, yeah! You can totally drop ‘em in! Including you, we’ve got six players, and our max is ten. So you’re good 😉 I can’t wait to “meet” them; they sound so cool!
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Shoot that fire right through my soul.Yeah! I love the names. And your sister, lol, that’s awesome! Send her my thanks! 😛
Aw, thank you so much! No, lol, I like the nickname Thwap! Keep it 😛
And thank you! I’ll be honest, my writing style has evolved quite a lot. I used to use waaaaaaaay to many “-ing”s (You probably know what I’m talking about :P), and after that, in EVERY SINGLE sentence I had an”and.” But I’ll admit, my writing isn’t as good on RPs as it is when I’m writing my actual book. Or at least, that’s how I feel. On RPs I think I don’t care if it’s perfect ’cause.. well, IDK why. I guess I’m just more relaxed about it. But I’m planning to try more on RPs, ’cause it’s good practice, y’know? But one weird thing I do on RPs is that I talk about the character’s thoughts/feelings more. I think it’s bc the other people’s character’s are on here, so I like to write what my character thinks of what someone does. Plus, I don’t want wanna control the other person’s character or the setting (’cause it’s up to everybody, not just me :P) so I guess I fill my posts with that more. 😀 (Hmm, that was sorta long. I guess I don’t have anyone to explain that to, so I just dumped it on you. Sorry. :/)
One cool thing about being on here is getting to see everybody’s different styles and the way they portray things. It’s so awesome.
Definitely!! I agree whole-heartedly.
I just wish we would be able to goof off in person someday…. If only all of us on here could plan a big party where we all flew to Alaska or something and met each other!
YESSSSS!! That would be so fun to see everybody in person… To see the expressions they make when they say something, how they talk, phrases in speech they use.. Ok, I’m starting to sound creepy, all I mean is that I like to notice those things when I talk to somebody ’cause I’m weird, but it’s just fun to compare how different people are 😀 Plus in-person relationships are so much better than digital, ’cause digital never really.. I mean, like, they’ll fade ’cause people get busy, forget about it, and just, I don’t know. Just not the same.
You’re welcome! But how could I (or anyone) not love what you’ve written? 😛
YES!! Join! And your characters sound so cool! Welcome aboard 😛
Wow, your post was so awesome!! I already love Brin so much….:P
Here’s my post 🙂
“What’s your name?” Ehud asked suddenly.
“Col-” she caught herself- “Calixta.” Looking back on it, Colma thought that it was an incredibly stupid name, but in the spur of the moment, she had reminded her of a girl she had known named Calixta. Calixta had always blabbed about weird scenarios, and Colma had found herself living in one of those. So that was when the alias Calixta had been born.
Colma studied Ehud. She liked him. He didn’t seem like one of those people who was nice to try to get something from you. Yet he wasn’t all sappy at the same time. Sure, he talked a bit much for her taste, but–
No. Colma stopped herself. The more she was comfortable around someone, the more chance there was that she would be hurt. Or worse–Colma’s hands clenched– she would hurt him. Images flashed through her mind. Blood dripping off her hands. Orson’s pain and shock bright in his eyes. His last words whispered themselves in her head again and again, “I’m sorry. So sorry. I love you, Colma.”
I love you. How could Orson say that he loved her as he died–died because of her. Died from the wretched weapon strapped to her leg.
Bile crept up her throat, and she turned away from Ehud so he couldn’t see the turmoil raging inside her. But Orson had betrayed her first. She hardened her shame, sorrow, and utter hatred for herself into bitterness and anger towards him. That was easier to deal with. It was easier to lay under the stars and plot how she could make someone suffer than it was to cry at night and think about what she had done.
Drawing a deep–and what was supposed to be calming– breath, she faced Ehud, staring him in the eye. “I think your idea is a good one. That stick Erin has–you called it a gun, right?–does pack a punch.” Colma narrowed her eyes as she remembered how it felt. She would know, wouldn’t she? “Let’s go,” she decided, starting to limp off in the direction she thought the path was.
Colma pushed leafy branches out of her way and mumbled curses, careful though to make sure Ehud didn’t hear; he seemed rather innocent, and innocence was the one thing Colma would never spoil. Once it was gone, it was gone. Sure, Ehud probably knew more than it seemed he did, and most likely had had his faire share of trials, and he might not even be innocent at all, but Colma felt rather amused by him, and though she would never admit it, even endeared.
They stumbled out of the jungle-y trees, which opened out onto the sun-tile path. Ahab was standing–rather unsteadily in her opinion–on it alone. Blood seeped through a make-shift bandage and he seemed shaken.
Colma’s throat began to close when she saw him. He had survived. She had abandoned him to that creature, and he had survived anyway. What would he do when he noticed her? She started to shrink in shame.
She hopped up to him and masked her feelings. “Can you walk?” she asked gruffly, wearing her poker-face. But even then, she couldn’t hide the spark of shame glinting in her eyes as she looked up into his weary face. When Colma was around him, she felt like a kid again; she was so short compared to Ahab. And besides the height fact, he seemed confident and sure, unlike her father… How she hated that man. “Can you?” she repeated, this time less roughly.
Sorry it was a little heavy… I use my writing to vent feelings that I struggle with so that probably explains a bit.. Sorry, but it’s my only release 😛 I can make it less dark it y’all want 😉
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Erin wanted to go home so much she almost couldn’t bare it. She didn’t like any of the people here. Expect Ehud. He was alright. And…you know…kind of cute.
Erin mentally slapped herself. She couldn’t afford to lose track of herself because of the blond, blue-grey eyed boy…
But Ehud was the best of the lot. After he had found her crying, a wall of security and the urge to act cold and emotionless towards him crumbled away.
He knew she had weak moments and was a flawed human. So she didn’t have to be in charge of him any more.
He made her feel safe. Like when Sander shielded her from an attack, or when she saw Jackson’s grin appear as he rushed to save her from a plunging blade. Sometimes she wondered if they would survive the next battle.
But they always did. Erin gaze shifted to Ehud. She wanted to trust him, and tell him she trusted him. She wanted him to take her home to the safety of the Comet.
The next time her gaze darted to him, he was talking to Axe Lady. Erin gritted her teeth. Ehud didn’t need to be talking to her.
Erin heard the words tumbling from her mouth before she knew she was saying them.
“Ehud…I want to talk to you.”
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First of all, I love your profile picture. It’s so cool. Where’d you find it? Second, sorry that in my post you weren’t there. I thought you had accidentally been split up from Ehud and Colma, so I didn’t know you were there. Sorry! I guess in things like this, with this many people, it can be hard to remember where everybody is:)
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Thanks! I found it on Pinterest 😛.
I was somewhere else? Hmm, now I’m not sure. Maybe Erin was sitting around sulking somewhere nearby. I can change it if you’d rather that?
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“Col-Calixta” She hesitated. Of course he did ask pretty abruptly. What kind of horrible person just assumes somebody’s lying for no reason at all? He must just be too used to people lying.
“I think the idea you had is a good one. That stick Erin has-you called it a gun-does pack a punch” She proceeded to hobble up and Ehud visibly cringed watching her. That really looked like it hurt. Oh, they were moving again. She was actually going along with his plan-
“Wait really? It’s not a bad plan??” He bounced after her careful to slow down and stay well enough behind her she wouldn’t feel she was too slow (humans are weird that way). It wasn’t long before he could hear her grumbling something under her breath which was probably a string of curses. But he couldn’t hear any of that since he was mumbling her name over and over again so he wouldn’t forget it. Pretty soon her name became the sound effect for every time he had to cut a branch out of his way.
A lot of people around him had never been that great to him or anyone else. Many of those people were broken, some tried to be better on and off. Ehud decided very early on he’d never let bad things destroy his optimism. People were basically good, he was determined to believe that even if most people didn’t choose to do good things.
Calixta probably wasn’t lying, he was just hyper-sensitive and maybe she subconsciously reminded him of how some other person had looked when–He didn’t want to ruin himself with wild doubts and he felt guilty for not trusting Calixta at her word. He missed Rosario, he missed his brother, Enoch. Everything around him was new and threatening and he was not people-savvy, he usually relied on his two closest friends to take the lead. He didn’t miss home at all but he was uncomfortable around so many unfamiliar people.
Ehud talked a lot when he was nervous but he could get very quiet when he was upset and it suddenly occurred to him he hadn’t said a single word for over fifteen minutes. And now he felt very shy and introverted. Ax Girl was still upset but she did not want to be vulnerable in any way and Ehud didn’t feel up to cheering her up. Although, he really wanted to, he hated not being there for other people, he didn’t want anybody to have to feel that sort of pain ever again, it made him feel upset and he didn’t want to see anybody cry–Somebody was behind them, Ehud whirled around half hoping he didn’t just embarrass himself jumping at a snapped twig and half ready to bolt cos this was a super scary place.
“Oh…Erin! You’re here!”
“Ehud…I want to talk to you.” She almost stammered. Was this about her crying? Oh she was gonna tell him if he told anybody she’d murder him…No wait, it felt heavier than that. Ehud was completely lost, he glanced around for Calixta but she was already somewhere ahead of him so he didn’t know what to do.
“Uh, ok.” Ehud fumbled for some sort of words that would put her more at ease but couldn’t really think of anything. So he just sorta shrank between his shoulders a little and nearly dropped his bag trying to stuff his hands in his pockets. He had no clue what he should do.Sorry it was a little heavy… I use my writing to vent feelings that I struggle with so that probably explains a bit.. Sorry, but it’s my only release I can make it less dark it y’all want
Oh no, that’s not too dark at all, writing is therapeutic for me too. Ehud’s actually my happiest, least traumatized character yet. Fun fact; expressive writing can be used to heal sometimes even physical pains:)
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oh hey I’ve saved that picture before! It one of my favorites! I found it on Pinterest too
also I nearly fell over when I read you post and now I’m basically dying thinking this is so wrong and so funny!…Is that wrong?To be a light to the world you must shine in the darkness.
Allen looked over the raptor. Then the pain hit him.
“Ow ow ow! Searing pain!”
What did the humans say? Don’t play with electricity. Yeah. He DEFINITELY broke that one. He should start listening to warnings like that. Once the pain began to subside, Allen flew up to the raptor’s neck. His sword was still stuck in the vertebra. Drawing the blade out, Allen prepared to clean it when he remembered the claws. The two big ones on the feet looked like a knife Gridley had showed him. He didn’t remember the name but Ehud and Calixta could use a small knife.
Flying over the carcass, Allen saw the giant Ahab patching up a slash in his shoulder. At least it was his shoulder and not the neck. Erin was still kicking too. Overall not a bad fight. Dropping down beside the monster’s feet, Allen found the claws. While they were massive to him, they would only be small to humans. Regardless, they would still kill. With a two handed strike, he removed both at their base. They would need hilts but that would be easy to make.
Strengthening himself with magic, Allen heaved both claws over his shoulders. Now to find Calixta. She could make these into functional weapons.
(P.S. The knife that Allen is talking about are karambits.)
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said Amen
Heck, girl! I feel that all the time. 😆 When you have no idea what might come next!
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Erin kept her gaze down as Ehud approached. She could tell he was worried. She didn’t want that.
“I’m not a heartless killing machine, Ehud!” She burst. Why did she say that? That sounded weird… “I’m just a human who’s lost so much that all I’ve gained hasn’t made up for my losses…”
Ehud’s expression seemed to say, Oh! Um…okay. Your point?
“My point is…all I want to do is go home.” Erin drew herself to her full height, which was hardly five foot, and looked Ehud in the eye.
“I’ll help you get home, if you help me get home.” She stated.
She needed to get home first. She couldn’t help Ehud without her crew, weapons arsenal, starship, and shuttlecrafts.
Hold on, what time frame was she in? Erin lived in 3035. Who knows when Ehud came from!
Nevertheless, she would still try. She looked hopefully at Ehud. What was she getting herself into.
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I think the scene should change soon and everyone’s suddenly on there own in the jungle and is confronted by their worst fear for a few minutes before getting teleported to…the castle roof?
Idk? What does everyone think?
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Yeah! I love the names. And your sister, lol, that’s awesome! Send her my thanks! Aw, thank you so much! No, lol, I like the nickname Thwap! Keep it
Ha ha, thanks 😉
Ah, yes. Our writing evolves a lot. I’d have to go back and look at old stories to see how mine has changed, but I know it’s gotten way better, lol…. And I am not the only one whose writing is a bit more sloppy when I’m doing RPs!!!!??? I totally understand! Does anybody else do that? But yeah, I need to try more on them…And putting feelings into the characters is easier. It forces you to think 😉 And I am constantly blabbing off to my sister about my stories and drawings, and she is such a good listener, so I get the having to pour stuff out. 😛
Ah, right! Part of a conversation is actually seeing the person and what their weird little quirks are 😛 I use “y’all” a lot, but actually, studying Latin, it’s a lot more accurate than saying “you” when referring to several people. So…. that was a bit odd…. Anyway, yeah, digital just isn’t the same. It just isn’t.
You’re welcome! But how could I (or anyone) not love what you’ve written?
Oh, thanks so much!! 😀
And your post was awesome! “I love you,” that is so sad!!!!! I am just going to go scream into a pillow right now…. 😛
Gorgeous profile pic! And it’s so sweet how all the girls (and Allen) are at least tolerating of Ehud, while Ahab wouldn’t mind permenently taping his mouth shut 😛
I love how Ehud decided that he wouldn’t let bad things destroy his optimism; that is such a good thing!
That is really creative: using the claws as knives! I never even thought of that…
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.
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