#freckledtitanslayer

[stone-wings-of-freedom-blog]

Let the past rest

"Growing up as a child, I had a best friend named John. He and I were always together like brother and sister. One day he and I were outside playing, when a man came and started to touch me in a way no kid at that age should be touched. John protected me, and made me run away.. I don’t know what happened when I ran, but I know his funeral was sad.." 

[woozywitch]

Little Thing

"Mummy’s new baby pee-peed on her s'hirt. It was f-funny!"

[brausthenervouswolf]

freckledtitanslayer replied to your post:★ ( For each Sasha! )

{ Yes…good….}

Yes very good

[brausthenervouswolf]

★ ( For each Sasha! )

★ I’d Dominate you

"Well Elaine as long as I get to with you too." Sasha said seductively.

//this is from each of them

[freckledandholy-blog]

Scent: Rosemary

  The wind blew gently as Marco, only six years old, sat on the grass, just outside of his hometown of Jinae. A new scent hit the child's nose and he looked around, wondering what is was, until the deep blue colour caught his eye. Curiosity overwhelmed him, and he stood up and wandered over to the plant, kneeling down and smiling a little, finding the scent comforting.

Deciding that he wanted to show his mother, Marco set on picking as much as he could, before he heard a woman call his name. He turned to look, and smiled at her, noticing it was just his mother, who walked over.

  "Oh, Marco!" Her voice was soft as she knelt down beside the six-year old, a gentle hand running through the boy's hair, "you found some Rosemary. That'll definitely be handy, don't you think?" She laughed softly, helping the child pick some as he gave a cheerful nod.

  The scent returned to him, ten years later, at the Battle of Trost. In his last moments, the memory replayed, and the scent of Rosemary hit his nose as he was killed.

[brausthenervouswolf]

freckledtitanslayer replied to your post:Your RP skills are off the chart! 100 if I have to

{ Shut yo face! }

uh uh i will not shut my face

[brausthenervouswolf]

Your RP skills are off the chart! 100 if I have to

that is a lie im just a loser who knows no better

[brausthenervouswolf]

His Fated meeting in the City {closed RP: freckledtitanslayer}

He had just left home barely eighteen. Well more like thrown out. He needed to go somewhere he couldn't sit in the country with no money or place to stay and only the clothes on his back. He started walking down the highway toward a city he visited once when he was a boy. He had a long walk and wanted nothing to do with his country bumpkin accent. He grew up on a cattle ranch and only talked with his family and a few close friends from a few miles out. He barely knew proper eticate thanks to the bit his mother taught him before she passed. On his way he got a few rides from various people. As he finally entered the city it was nightfall and he needed a place to sleep. He wandered for a few hours and found a park that looked rather clean and laid under a tree to have shade from the morning sun.

When he awoke he heard children's laughter. He got up slowly stretching his back so it would be less stiff from falling asleep on the ground all night. He ventured out into the city to look for work so he could gain money to have a home and food. He went into a few shops but as the day moved on he had no luck. His last chance for the day was a simple family store and when he walked in he was greated with a girl with long flowing red hair. He was entranced.