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Re: storageee - axiom - 09-12-2020
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
For the Roux family, especially Goldie, the ocelot slowly walked to the funeral. Her paws sunk into the shore’s wet sand, each wave lapping up to her elbows.
Rosemary, due to her own antisocial nature, knew little about Sam. Now that the woman died, the ocelot looked back on the empty moments with guilt. Had her solitude really been more important than bonding with Goldie and her partner? If given a chance, she would’ve decided differently back then.
She sighed, right ear twitching. From a way’s away, she saw Roxanne comfort Goldie and hesitated. Surely, comfort from Roxanne mattered more; the witch shouldn’t butt in and break up the emotional moment. Roxanne bonded with Sam, knew her personally.
While she argued leaving or going, she spotted the lone tiguar by the shore. She recognized him, of course she recognized him. However, like Sam, they weren’t close. Still. He was alone, wasn’t he? Feeling out of place.
She altered course, stepping onto dry sand. Without a word, the ocelot sat down next to Seapaw. For a brief moment, she glanced at his face, just long enough to see his tear. Then she politely turned her head, though her tail-tips brushed his shoulder.
For a long moment, Rosemary watched the funeral from afar and listened to the waves break. Saying nothing.
“You can talk to me, if you want—now or later. The silence is nice, too.”
[sub][W]isker[/sub]Rosemary, due to her own antisocial nature, knew little about Sam. Now that the woman died, the ocelot looked back on the empty moments with guilt. Had her solitude really been more important than bonding with Goldie and her partner? If given a chance, she would’ve decided differently back then.
She sighed, right ear twitching. From a way’s away, she saw Roxanne comfort Goldie and hesitated. Surely, comfort from Roxanne mattered more; the witch shouldn’t butt in and break up the emotional moment. Roxanne bonded with Sam, knew her personally.
While she argued leaving or going, she spotted the lone tiguar by the shore. She recognized him, of course she recognized him. However, like Sam, they weren’t close. Still. He was alone, wasn’t he? Feeling out of place.
She altered course, stepping onto dry sand. Without a word, the ocelot sat down next to Seapaw. For a brief moment, she glanced at his face, just long enough to see his tear. Then she politely turned her head, though her tail-tips brushed his shoulder.
For a long moment, Rosemary watched the funeral from afar and listened to the waves break. Saying nothing.
“You can talk to me, if you want—now or later. The silence is nice, too.”
Re: storageee - ROSEMARY - 09-12-2020
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
For the Roux family, especially Goldie, the ocelot slowly walked to the funeral. Her paws sunk into the shore’s wet sand, each wave lapping up to her elbows.
Rosemary, due to her own antisocial nature, knew little about Sam. Now that the woman died, the ocelot looked back on the empty moments with guilt. Had her solitude really been more important than bonding with Goldie and her partner? If given a chance, she would’ve decided differently back then.
She sighed, right ear twitching. From a way’s away, she saw Roxanne comfort Goldie and hesitated. Surely, comfort from Roxanne mattered more; the witch shouldn’t butt in and break up the emotional moment. Roxanne bonded with Sam, knew her personally.
While she argued leaving or going, she spotted the lone tiguar by the shore. She recognized him, of course she recognized him. However, like Sam, they weren’t close. Still. He was alone, wasn’t he? Feeling out of place.
She altered course, stepping onto dry sand. Without a word, the ocelot sat down next to Seapaw. For a brief moment, she glanced at his face, just long enough to see his tear. Then she politely turned her head, though her tail-tips brushed his shoulder.
For a long moment, Rosemary watched the funeral from afar and listened to the waves break. Saying nothing.
“You can talk to me, if you want—now or later. The silence is nice, too.”
[sub][W]isker[/sub]Rosemary, due to her own antisocial nature, knew little about Sam. Now that the woman died, the ocelot looked back on the empty moments with guilt. Had her solitude really been more important than bonding with Goldie and her partner? If given a chance, she would’ve decided differently back then.
She sighed, right ear twitching. From a way’s away, she saw Roxanne comfort Goldie and hesitated. Surely, comfort from Roxanne mattered more; the witch shouldn’t butt in and break up the emotional moment. Roxanne bonded with Sam, knew her personally.
While she argued leaving or going, she spotted the lone tiguar by the shore. She recognized him, of course she recognized him. However, like Sam, they weren’t close. Still. He was alone, wasn’t he? Feeling out of place.
She altered course, stepping onto dry sand. Without a word, the ocelot sat down next to Seapaw. For a brief moment, she glanced at his face, just long enough to see his tear. Then she politely turned her head, though her tail-tips brushed his shoulder.
For a long moment, Rosemary watched the funeral from afar and listened to the waves break. Saying nothing.
“You can talk to me, if you want—now or later. The silence is nice, too.”
Re: storageee - axiom - 09-13-2020
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Re: storageee - axiom - 09-13-2020
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Stinking of weed, Quasar sprinted over the wet sand like a Titan released from Tartarus. His trail of broken sticks and muddy prints marked his path from home to the beach. He never stopped running. Lungs heaving, he shot off with one last burst of speed.
Dark soil clung to his fur in clumps, stuck to his nose, and discolored him. The dirt buried the light blues and purples across his back, markings his mother—
Brain glitch. His front paws tangled, one in the way of the other or an unlucky driftwood or his mother’s ghost herself. The pup crashed into the dirt, nose first, inhaling the fine sand. Eyes shut, he rolled and fidgeted, a tangle of limbs. One paw tucked under his stomach. Then another. On the third, he stood up and wobbled.
Ready to run again. But he coughed on the inhale, his throat burning and eyes watering. He tried to rub the sand off his face, but there was sand everywhere. It caught in his eyes and stuck between his toes. He coughed, softly.
He blinked through the sand and tears, squinting at the waves. He can’t look long at the black, or he will suffer. Remembering is suffering, the pup had learned that lesson last night during fitful sleep. He couldn’t even say who gave him the joint butt. Had he picked the smoldering thing off the ground?
He was so tired. He’d been tired when he woke, but now he was dead tired. Sitting back on the sand, he panted and coughed, his scratchy throat fighting his lungs. He missed—
Brain glitch.
Dark soil clung to his fur in clumps, stuck to his nose, and discolored him. The dirt buried the light blues and purples across his back, markings his mother—
Brain glitch. His front paws tangled, one in the way of the other or an unlucky driftwood or his mother’s ghost herself. The pup crashed into the dirt, nose first, inhaling the fine sand. Eyes shut, he rolled and fidgeted, a tangle of limbs. One paw tucked under his stomach. Then another. On the third, he stood up and wobbled.
Ready to run again. But he coughed on the inhale, his throat burning and eyes watering. He tried to rub the sand off his face, but there was sand everywhere. It caught in his eyes and stuck between his toes. He coughed, softly.
He blinked through the sand and tears, squinting at the waves. He can’t look long at the black, or he will suffer. Remembering is suffering, the pup had learned that lesson last night during fitful sleep. He couldn’t even say who gave him the joint butt. Had he picked the smoldering thing off the ground?
He was so tired. He’d been tired when he woke, but now he was dead tired. Sitting back on the sand, he panted and coughed, his scratchy throat fighting his lungs. He missed—
Brain glitch.
Re: storageee - axiom - 09-13-2020
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to-do:
- reply to rosemary's intro thread
- rosemary and seapaw thread?
- make quasar's account pretty: avatar, template, signature, make template mobile friendly, tags
- vale reply to big meeting
- ninazu reply to argus
- ninazu coco lord thread
- ninazu reply to coco lord thread
- ninazu plant whisperer thread
- rosemary respond to lawkit's thread
- rosemary respond to drink mixing thread
- quasar respond to intro
- quasar respond to some joining threads
- quasar respond to bro thread
- reply to rosemary's intro thread
- rosemary and seapaw thread?
- make quasar's account pretty: avatar, template, signature, make template mobile friendly, tags
- vale reply to big meeting
- ninazu reply to argus
- ninazu coco lord thread
- ninazu reply to coco lord thread
- ninazu plant whisperer thread
- rosemary respond to lawkit's thread
- rosemary respond to drink mixing thread
- quasar respond to intro
- quasar respond to some joining threads
- quasar respond to bro thread
Re: storageee - axiom - 09-14-2020
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—— ♡ Gotta be all that coco, eh? / Playin' too much of that GTA / Playin' too much of that Dr. Dre / Doom, Quake, where'd you get the gun from, eh? / Really think that metal gonna make you safe? / Playin' peek-a-boo with the devil these days / Black cap back with a trench coat, ay / Living in the valley cuttin' porno tapes / You think that you're Space Ghost / You're wanted coast to coast / Fuck that shit, now I go / My way and you go yours / Were you bored of gender norms? / Of bein' alone, no mama home / A bad divorce, or sad we can't / Afford the clothes our heroes own ♡ —— TAGS & SONG ﷽
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Re: storageee - axiom - 09-14-2020
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Re: storageee - METEOR - 09-14-2020
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Re: storageee - axiom - 09-14-2020
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—— ♡ LOREM IPSUM DOLOR SIT AMET, CONSECTETUR ADIPISCING ELIT. PELLENTESQUE NULLA ERAT, TINCIDUNT AT ODIO QUIS, CONSECTETUR PHARETRA ERAT. NULLA LOBORTIS NULLA VITAE DOLOR IMPERDIET DICTUM. NAM NON MOLESTIE ELIT. MORBI QUIS MATTIS RISUS, VITAE LOBORTIS TELLUS. IN MOLLIS ORNARE LOREM, A VESTIBULUM JUSTO VIVERRA IN. ♡ —— INFORMATION ﷽
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Re: storageee - axiom - 09-17-2020
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