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2 yrs ago
Current what if i die and people just think i'm offline
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3 yrs ago
My sweetest boy crossed the rainbow bridge tonight 🐈🌈 Run free, my love. I'll miss your snuggles, my absolute precious furball.
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4 yrs ago
Might slip into something more comfortable... like the void :') x
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7 yrs ago
If my son becomes a priest, do I call him father?
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@GreenGoatme and gowi are still working on the collab. Our timezones are very different so it's taking time. Waiting for her response so we can wrap it up.
@Lord Zee Hmm.. Yeah, probably another one. True.
@Lord Zee It was an RP called Harmonica, I believe. And my old username was WinterNightSky. This was a long time ago so you probably don't remember.
@Holy Soldier No worries, we discussed what we wanted to do over PMs and the next post will be a collab between me and @Gowi
@Lord Zee I like your CS! Also, I believe we were in the same RP 2 years ago. I had a different account then.
@GowiThat's right And take your time.

Also, sorry if my post seemed half-assed, guys. I'm honestly so exhausted from the lack of sleep and I've been feeling uninspired recently.




The Flurry Forest || Looking for shelter || Mood: Cold and desperate



Cold.

It was cold.

She rubbed her palms together, trembling, fingers freezing, barely able to move. The beating of her heart was slow, legs ached, her cheeks and ears numb and cold. Footsteps slowed, legs threatening to give in at any moment. She needed shelter. Warmth; she craved for it. Needed it. Chapped lips nearly bled, face pale and eyes tired; a dark shade of exhaustion settled under them, her usually bright eyes now dim and red from crying.

The forest seemed alive, watching The Girl as she slowly traversed its lands, covered in thick layers of snow. Thin sheets of ice blanketed the trees. Rivers were frozen, reflecting the early morning rays of the sun that seeped through the canopy of trees. It was dead silent, no birds or animals in sight. As if they knew this forest was dangerous—that it smelled of death. They were of afraid of something. Something dangerous. And they avoided it like plague.

Anastasia’s throat felt dry, aching for moisture. She slowed to a halt, leaning against a tree to catch her breath. “Grant me safe passage,” she muttered a soft prayer to whatever God was listening. A pang of desperation and dread clawed at her stomach. She wanted to scream. Cry. Curse. But she swallowed it all down and continued to walk, purpose in her stride. She couldn't stop now. Not after everything.

A pair of hazel eyes bounced back and forth, looking for shelter. The heavens must have been watching her, because just a distance away from her, was a cave. There was a small opening, just enough for her to crawl into. The new-found hope willed her legs to move faster. Faster. Faster. She stepped on her dress and fell to her knees, her face meeting the freezing white snow. She shivered. Her teeth chattered. Slowly, she got up to her feet, her legs shaking and her hands trembling. She was close. So close. Anastasia moved faster, holding her dress up to keep her from falling.

As soon as she reached the cave, she didn't waste another moment. She got to her knees and slowly crawled into the dark opening. She struggled to get inside, and finally, she breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she made it. She allowed herself to lay on the dirt for a moment, too exhausted to even lift a finger. There was more silence. It was almost deafening. Her mind wandered back to the Kingdom she had left. To her family. To her people. Her eyebrows furrowed as tears threatened to fall. She bit her lip, wincing as it bled. They were dry, chapped, and pale. She was sure she looked nothing like the princess that she was.

If it weren't for the fancy dress and beautiful hair ornaments that graced her head, no one would be able to tell she was the princess. Her long black hair was tangled up, her eyes swollen, her flesh now adorned with cuts. She used to sit on chairs made of gold, now she lay on dirt, not even knowing how she was supposed to survive. She did not know how to treat her wounds, start a fire, or even catch fish for food. She never had to worry about these things. Someone had always helped her. Now she was alone, lost and afraid.

"Oh, mother.. you believed in me too much. Now that belief will get me killed. I would be safer in the castle," she sobbed. Her voice trembled as tears sprang down her soft cheeks. She felt weak. Hopeless. Pathetic, most of all. Afraid. Anastasia slowly picked herself up and sat down, her back leaning against the wall. She hugged her knees and stared at the ground, letting the silence consume her. Soon, she will find her strength and continue her journey. For now, she will succumb to her weakness.
@Aether Spawn Yeah, I traveled with the family

I got stranded for 3 hours and went home to no interenet. Lmao, it's finally back. The post will be up in 1-2 hours!
Ok guys here's an update! Something came up and I ended up going on a trip going North. The post is half-way done and I promise it wil be up tomorrow (when I get home from the trip)

I haven't forgotten about this rolepay and I'm still commited. The Holidays is just keeping me busy. After this, i'll be active a lot more.
I apologize for the delay. Will get a post up tonight.
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