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7 yrs ago
Current god I honestly fucking love $uicideboy$
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7 yrs ago
rip lil peep
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7 yrs ago
Really conflicted with colleges right now. Should I stay in Colorado, or go to Washington as originally planned? No idea. ;-;
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7 yrs ago
Just got back from CSU, very tired. To my partners, I have an important essay due tomorrow, so if I do not reply tonight or tomorrow, I will reply on Friday. It's my day off. (;
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7 yrs ago
I always hear very faint music at this time of morning (5:30 AM). It sounds like a lullaby, but I can never make out which one as it's always super quiet. It's also pretty fucking creepy. :I
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Kaga said
I think I had an allergic reaction to nickel once.But that was only after wearing a necklace with nickel in it, though. So it would make sense that my skin would get irritated after rubbing up against it all day. I can't recall dying after touching a coin, though. Just try not to fondle the things excessively and I don't think you'll notice.


Yeah, the rash and rings only appear if I have held the coin for a certain amount of time. If I just pick it up and set it down, it won't do much.
At least I am not like some of the unfortunate people out there with NCD. I've heard some have had asthma attacks or lung problems when coming into contact with a coin.
Today I found out I have NCD. Nickel Contact Dermatitis.
Which means I am allergic to coins.

:I

What now?
Samson sniffed around the debris covering the alleyway, wondering if there was still anything suitable to eat. Everything smelled of rot, just like the odd flatfaces that almost killed him a few days ago. He glanced over at the entrance of the alleyway, where a big orange cat covered with spots sat with his back towards the alleyway, soaking up the last few rays of sun that still decided to shine through, the city in the spotlight.

The little dog went back to his scavenging and risked delving further into the dark, narrow space. He knew that if any threats decided to come his way, the leopard would come happily running to save his life once again. God knows why. Any leopard would be happy to see a little Border Terrier like Samson as a nice snack, since it was hard to find good prey around here nowadays.

"Samsonnnn..."

A low voice boomed from the entrance as the leopard finally spoke, causing the little dog to bolt towards him. Upon arrival, he stood beside him and stuck his nose up in the air, assuming the cat had found something they could eat. "Yes, Kumo, what is it?"

"Rotface," the leopard who calls himself Kumo would reply whilst staring into the opposite alleyway across the roads ahead, where the shadow of a Shambler was faintly seen stumbling around.


The young virile glared at the other male in front of him, who was bigger than him, and seemingly more impending. But Hodari did not reconsider his stance, even when the other lion began to size him up. He knew he was picking out his many flaws, such as his malnourished frame, smelly, unkempt fur, and dull gaze that turned from bright sky blue to dark melancholy. He peered down at the dirt, shuffling his paws upon hearing the other cub attempting to be the voice of reason in this situation, even though Hodari was not getting any strange vibes from the other male, especially such as that he was going to 'kill him'.

Then the other brute dare speak of Nootau in a negative way. His eyes shot up and he scoffed, rather menacingly. Before he could respond to that, this male threw in another statement, this one making Hodari a bit puzzled. He hadn't thought about it until now. Where exactly... was his pride? "My.. pride?" he paused, "I.. don't have a pride. I never did. All I had was Nootau, but now he's gone.." Hodari gestured his head over to the body, indicating that was the teen male's name. There was no sign of sympathy in his eyes, because he truthfully had no idea why he couldn't remember anything.
Fayina's head jerked up from her meal as she saw the man, standing there, telling her what to do. Her cowl slid off her head and the mouse fell from her grasp as it rolled down the slope. She could only snort like some ugly animal and roll her green eyes. "Cook? I don't know how to cook."

How odd, a woman who knew nothing of how to cook. Then again, she wasn't your typical shapeshifter. She was born with the abilities of shape changing, not cursed. So she found no need for human civilization, she could just go out and fetch her food in her animal forms, therefore finding no use in how humans ate. She obtained their many other skills and customs, but breakfast, lunch, and dinner was always her favorite part of the day. And who was this man to tell her what to do? Even if he was joking, well... she wasn't exactly the one to take jokes about her species lightly.
Hodari was off nearby, seated by a small puddle of dirty water, scouting for food. He was starving, as you can tell by his malnourished frame, ribs protruding through his skin and fur. He hadn't eaten a solid meal in a long time, but was far too young and inexperienced to hunt either way. He was also too weak to run a whole lot, failing miserably at even trying to drink the liquid. Maybe it was just too dirty, that's all.

His ears perked upon hearing shuffling near Nootau's body, which was located behind the tall grass. And then the voices came.
Hodari attempted to keep himself hidden in case whoever was lurking about decided to come his way, and he crouched on the ground as the talking grew louder. But the tones of voices were rather... high. Like a cub's.

But after hearing them mention the body of Nootau, rather negatively, the small male wondered if they were going to do something about the body. And for some odd reason, he unnecessarily grew angry, and hot tears started to well up in his eyes once more. And suddenly, he sprung out of his hiding place, now looming over Nootau's head as he bared his yellow fangs at the other cubs.

"Leave him alone!"
Okay!
Just walk up the hill and visit, or somethin along those lines. ^^
I've got the perfect duo!

A small dog (breed undecided) & a fox/wolf (undecided).

Basically, the bigger animal of the two will protect the small dog.
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