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01-20-2019, 02:51 PM
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD. Senior Member Offline 
01-21-2019, 08:18 PM
[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: palatino; font-size: 11px;"][align=center]blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly
They certainly could use the busywork. Stars know there was work to be done. Restless paws brought the small striker forward, pale hues searching for Goldie's voice, tail flicking. Not a word out of mouth but a simple nod in request, searching for something productive to set herself to.[ Mobile ] ![[Image: lZWb1ER.png]](https://i.imgur.com/lZWb1ER.png) Junior Member Offline 
01-23-2019, 02:36 PM
The volcano eruption hadn't been too hard on Mynthe. The island was beautiful for it's scenery which was now surely gone, but she didn't truly miss it much. Can't miss something you hadn't spent much time on, right? The thylacine pushed out her tent to the call, settling down to at the bengal. "I'll take one." She muttered out.
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s [/td][td][div style="margin-top: -6px; margin-left: 5px; height: 65px; width: 255px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px;"]MYNTHE is a FEMALE THYLACINE with SHE/HER pronouns. she is a CREWMATE of THE TYPHOON and is SEVENTEEN months old. she is physically HARD and mentally HARD. attack in BOLD. played by PAROXYSM. | TAGS[/td][/tr][/table]
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