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"Sorry!" {swanfeather-princess} ((those wings can be DANGEROUS man))
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Sportacus gave a grunt of surprise and pain as something hit him in the face, the force of it knocking him clean onto his back. He groaned and sat up, tendering prodding his eye, which he could feel swelling up. He hadn’t gotten a black eye since he was a child. Apparently experiencing it as an adult didn’t make it any more fun.
Think we have enough ships on this blog to last us awhile (actual and potential).
Assuming those who’ve expressed interest still are, that is!
Adoption ((swanfeather-princess))
My muse is an orphan. Send “adoption” to adopt them!
“I’m being adopted as what?!” Matilda looks up to the woman, a bit of disbelief in her brown eyes.
Memories of Sorrow //swanfeather-princess ((let's dO THIS))
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Bright red HEAT of fire surrounding the area. It wasn’t a welcoming sight, but it’s what welcome her nonetheless. A small boy, an elf child, came running into the scene in a dirty blue shirt and baggy pants, which were sloppily tucked into his boots.
“ M–mama-?! P–Pabbi?! ”
The flames, and more so the collecting shouts of the village drowned his tiny voice out as he stumbled around, trying to find his family. Smoke was beginning to pour into his lungs and the scene was smog and grey, only lit by the inferno. He fell to his knees, coughing, only to lose more breath in a scream when he looked over to see a charred body, still partially on fire.
He scrambles away, scattering up onto his wobbly legs and running through the town. Adults attempted to pull the kid with them, to get him away from the blaze, but he managed to tug away, sprinting off into the smoke. He pushed through the crowds, shouted for his family. A large, muscular leader-type stopped him by slamming a hand into his shoulder, pushing the boy to the ground.
“ WHERE WERE YOU?! You were supposed to be securing the LAST LIGHT! And you couldn’t have come any QUICKER?! ”
The man marches past, leaving the boy to scrabble on his own. Sure, elves were known to be loving, to stick together and have fun. But there was always a rotten apple, at least one. Their village leader just so happened to be it. But there was no time to go into that now.
After what felt like an eternity, he emerged on the other side of the village, coughing as he falls to his side. He hadn’t found his family. Not even a peek. The young elf curled up tightly, hiding his face away and laying outside the now dying blaze. Everyone was gone. Evacuated. Except for the one who hadn’t been there. The one who wasn’t fast enough.
The one who was certain he had caused this disaster.
’ Why are you all wet? ‘ //swanfeather-princess// ((hope this is ok!))
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“ No reason.”
Robbie muttered the words, shoulders hunched, arms around himself, and eyes directed at the ground. He seemed at least mildly bitter, jumping slightly at the clap of thunder that presented itself around the area as he begrudgingly sat down at the bench under the pavilion he had gone under. Not because of the downpour or anything. He’s not… THAT wet…
“ I don’t know you– why do you wanna know? Beat it!”
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“Okay, so maybe I can’t spin in a circle on my toes, but I can do a running flip from one rooftop to the other and land without breaking my ankles and keep running. I think that’s way cooler than ballet.”
Knock knock - RP between Robbiewithhisrottenplan and Swanfeather-princess.
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((Continuation of this: http://swanfeather-princess.tumblr.com/post/159213984369/open-starter-visitor ))
Robbie recognized Tutu. It was hard to forget a teenage girl who was half bird and went around in ballet outfits. Still, that didn’t mean he was in a welcoming mood. Heck, he wasn’t in a welcoming mood with people he knew well, so Tutu was lucky that he didn’t just snarl and shut the hatch in her face.
“I live underground.” He said irritably. “Why would I have scene your magic mutant deer? Especially if it can fly.”
