ARYAS, COME TO ME
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ARYAS, COME TO ME
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Two more, of my.... Okay lets see there is an unknown person and Eti-
Etihw??? Is that, really Eti, though? So tiny oh my...
nxtaka replied to your post:Someone pls make a blog for Hanten’s cape wearing...
((I really want to? but I have so many blogs already OTL ))
[[Quietly whispers do it but only if u feel like it friendo]]
❄ {Nataka}
{❄} Huh? Who was this girl that was approaching Kohri's home? And in such harsh weather too. Peering out of her window had it's perks- especially when it came to finding new people to talk to..... hopefully. Of course, the teenager was going already heading out her bed room and down the stairs within the net few minutes. She was not going to let people freeze because of her love of cold climates.
By the time she was out the door, a blue scarf was wrapped tightly around her neck and a messenger bag resting upon her shoulder across her chest. It was not hard to locate the girl seeing as her hair contrasted with the snow; dark and white never mixed unless on paper or blended with one another. Once close enough to the other, she gently tapped her shoulder.
"Are you alright, miss?"
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A smile spreads slowly along her pristine, picture perfect features, arm reaching forwards, digits wrapping under a thin forearm, bubbly laugh escaping her lips.
"Hey, Ib, this way—" A long string of dolls, ones Ib would be viewing as rabbits, lined the way the blonde had pointed, Without taking the time to let the other refuse, Mary tugged the young girl down the hall, a grin on her face, quiet hum vibrating in her throat. It was so nice, having someone here to talk to. Someone real. With the idea that Garry wouldn’t be back anytime soon, she could enjoy her time to the fullest, acting as though she’d earned herself a sister.
Another laugh passed by her lips, picking up her pace ever so slightly, feet skipping across the floor, an inhuman balance to how easily and graceful she moved, but there was no fear of being discovered. With this girl skipping along behind her, nothing could make her feel more real, less like the girl who’d been no more than paints on a canvas. She was so much more than that right now. It was almost human, how she felt.
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An older Wadanohara
Of course finding icons for that would be impossible so I've picked out a face claim but it's something I'd like to rp.
She's sort of a general for the blue sea army, and even if everyone is at peace she's taken it as her personal duty to protect her home. She trains the fishy army and generally just lives a peaceful life as the local witch.
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