Maroo Shin, the Chinchilla - up for adoption = $10 (Price can be negotiable)
Will eventually name another oc Maroo, but this Maroo keeps her name.
Reason: Can't find a purpose for her.
I'll accept: Venmo or PayPal.
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Maroo Shin, the Chinchilla - up for adoption = $10 (Price can be negotiable)
Will eventually name another oc Maroo, but this Maroo keeps her name.
Reason: Can't find a purpose for her.
I'll accept: Venmo or PayPal.
Let's be lonely together (contd) || @lost-purpose
"Well, I think the last time we met, I was following my brother to join the clan trying to destroy the Mist." It didn't go well and both of them left the fight. It just wasn't worth it, why were they killing in the first place? "I didn't know your names at the time, but it's nice to see you again. And it's a good time to change that. I'm Kiyoko of the Kaguya."
@lost-purpose // Haku — ❤ for starter
The biting chill of the wind and the weight of the rain pelting down on Sasuke was the last sensation he felt before he fell unconscious. He walked himself into the many traps of Kirigakure and found himself indisposed to several ambushers looking for a little bit of extra coin that could be bought from Sasuke’s skull. The battle was hard fought with several disadvantages to the Uchiha. Whoever he didn’t kill, ran off in cowardice towards the center village, leaving alone with the lingering souls of his recent victory. His prize was the exhaustion that came after, taking what little energy he had and dropping him down into the mud. When he woke, he was warm and sheltered. A small pit of fire warming his side as tender hands tended to his clotting wounds. “Thank you,” he spoke low, his voice nearly a whisper. He could not yet see, through blurred vision, who was kind enough to salvage his battle-torn body from the rain and he was not to question it either. The gods smiled on him today and he was going to take it with gratitude.
Life is a movie
Life is movie built upon lies Worthless efforts Meaningless cries Running a race to win no prize Potential is given by size Worth isn’t given at birth Gained by mountains, valleys, and seas Rivers crossed alone Journeys far away from home Many drown in those waters Just as me Still wondering if anyone remembers me My infamous legacies Where are those people that mean’t the most to me Where is the gilded dollar I allowed to destroy me Lead me to my epic failure While filming this movie The bitter producers that guided me Down a path of disbelief Lost treasures that surely will never find me
-Jasmine Ferguson