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13 days ago
Current I need to stop trying to get back into role-playing right before having a baby. I should know better by now. A lot better, but afraid to start new stories because I keep unintentionally ghosting.
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2 yrs ago
Finally recovered from postpartum depression and ready to get back to being creative! My apologies to anyone I ghosted in my time of trial. I didn't understand what I was doing.
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5 yrs ago
Yay! I’m finally a mother! And no, I’m not biased. I know my son is the cutest! 💙
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5 yrs ago
"To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable." ~ John Milton
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7 yrs ago
All good things come to those that wait, pray, have patience, laugh, love, and are not afraid to dance.
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Well, you seem to have stumbled across my user profile. I'm assuming you're here for a reason? Perhaps looking for details on this user StarfrostedFox? ... You can just call me Autumn! C:

I have been role-playing off and on for the last 20 or so years, which is surprising to realize, and I find it a relaxing and enjoyable hobby. After an accident that left me blind a little over 15 years ago, I couldn't role-play for quite some time, which was rather devastating. About the time that Apple invented Siri, I was able to get enough money to be able to purchase my very first iPhone. And BAM! The world of role-playing was once again open to me. It has been a long process getting used to dictating stories and I inevitably don't always catch every single mistake, But I have learned a great deal of patience and realize the value of taking things slow and working through my text when something doesn't sound completely right. It was only a couple of years ago that I came across this website and the stories I have had here have taught me a lot about myself. I love to create. Role-playing is one of the only outlets I have for the images in my head. So though I may have a tendency to go through cycles of depression and being antisocial, I always seem to come back in the end.

I love stories involving fantasy, supernatural, adventure, mystery, even romance. There probably isn't a genre out there that I wouldn't give a try before I will say that I don't like it.

My favorite style of role-playing is, hands down, one on one. It helps me feel more involved in the story, gives me a chance to be able to talk with the other person involved in a much more casual way, And more often than not results in a long lasting friend and some of my favorite adventures.

I have a tendency to write on a casual to low Advanced level throughout my stories, the minimum coming out to an average of a couple of paragraphs. I just have so much in my head that I want to get out, I have a hard time writing anything less. Another consequence however is that I can't seem to find a lot of patients with story partners that give me a really short and undetailed response every time. It's discouraging to take the time to write out several detailed paragraphs only to get a sentence in reply. If you're here thinking of asking me to do a story, please keep that in mind.

I do not tolerate swearing, extreme Gore, or sexual content in my stories. Period. Nor do I role-play same gender romantic relationships. That is just not going to happen.

If you made it to the end of this and I haven't scared you off, I think you deserve some virtual cookies. Heck, go get yourself some real cookies. Or donuts. Or pie if that is your preference. It was just me rambling away about myself after all. If you aren't scared off and you were indeed here looking to get a story started, feel free to shoot me a private message. I'm always looking to make new friends and have new adventures.

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Allergic to chocolate? Rain's eyes widened slightly at the very idea. She wondered how she could take back the cookies, or why Vince didn't just give them back to her, but ended up feeling slightly at odds with herself, indecisive. She still hadn't come to a conclusion as they laughed over the idea of somepony from the past setting up a delivery on the same day she happened to move to town. The idea was ridiculous, but it would probably make for a good story, she mused to herself, and had just been about to roll her eyes and admit that she had absolutely no idea how to even go about erasing anyone's memories when Wincent quite abruptly opened his mouth and shoved the cookies inside.

For the space of two heartbeats, Rainy Day stared at the other Pegasus, mouth open slightly. And then he collapsed to the floor. With a loud Yelp of alarm, she had just managed to stumble forward a few steps win Wincent suddenly sprang up onto his hooves, laughing. She was a little dumbfounded, which was probably why she could only muster a blink in response first. Then her ears turned back and she sat down on her haunches, offering a weak smile as he began to apologize. "It's... It's OK. You got me." She chuckled softly, giving her head a shake. She was surprised that he and his friends didn't all have heart attacks on a daily basis. "Yeah, yeah, It was nice to meet you too. Thanks again for helping bring the box inside." She finally managed as the green pony excused himself, walking to the front door with a wave. She lifted one of her front hooves in a wave of her own, Smiling once more. "Bye Vince."

Sighing softly as she heard the other take flight, Rain gave her head a shake. "What a goof." She chuckled, Standing up once again and lifting her front hooves towards the box, pausing before taking the string off to read the address label. That was strange. This wasn't something from her home in Winnyapolis after all. There didn't seem to be a return label at all. But it did have her name on it... Taking the string between her teeth, the mare tugged it free, Opening the box with an intense feeling of curiosity.

"What the hay?" She exclaimed softly with surprise as she pulled out the yellow curtains, blinking with bewilderment as she held them up. The sound of something hitting the floorboards softly had her looking down again, an envelope catching her attention almost immediately. Settling the curtains back in the box, she picked it up, inspecting it for a moment before opening it. There was nothing on the outside, but on the inside there was a single piece of paper.

I hope that these may bring a bit of sunshine into your life and into your home. I do hope that you enjoy them.

"... That's... weird." Rain said slowly, glancing back towards the curtains suspiciously. Was this a joke? Maybe another one of Wincent's pranks? Something to make her believe that a pony from the past had actually sent her a package... That sounded like the most logical conclusion. How... silly. With another soft laugh, she gave her head a shake and went to hang the curtains on the wall in front of the window.
The stallion didn't seem to need as much help getting the box inside as she might have if she had been attempting to do so on her own, rain noted, feeling rather in adequate as she simply shuffled backwards with her front hooves tucked under the edge of the box. When the other pony finally asked if the spot they had made it to was good enough, her cheeks were colored slightly pink with embarrassment.

"Yes, that's perfect." She reassured, taking half a step back as the box was lowered to the floor boards. Hoping to hide some of the blush, she quickly turned towards her kitchen, ignoring his insistence that he really didn't need a cookie. Reaching for a box of homemade chocolate chip cookies that her brother had given to her, she collected a couple of them in a hoof and happily offered them to the stallion as she returned to him. "it's the least I could do to say thanks. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Wincent. I'm sure you've already guessed, but I'm Rainy Day, just Rain if you want to get around the mouthful." She smiled.

Cookies given, the mare had just begun to crane her neck to get a look at the return label on the box when Wincent started to say something about it, drawing her attention onto his face. She blinked in surprise at his explanation of the delivery, talking about how a pony in the past had left instructions about taking the box to this specific address on this very day. She stared at him for several seconds, trying to decide if he was pulling her leg or not, before she released a laugh. Probably better to play along with the joke then be rude, she was fairly positive the package was from her parents. But rudeness wasn't in her nature, she would much rather play along.

"Oh, that's very good to hear. And here I was thinking that my Great Uncle Stormfront had been going crazy when he wrote in his journal about sending a box to a place that didn't even exist yet. That's why I bought this house you know. I wouldn't want his package of top secret spy tips and tricks to fall into The wrong hooves after all." Rainy Day stated confidently before her expression became suspicious. "I probably have to wipe your memory now, that information was confidential."
A connection between her and the manticore? Aeylisia couldn't help but release a soft snort at the very idea, very nearly rolling her eyes. "Don't be foolish. I would never ally myself with such a monster." The very idea was so repellant, she felt an instinctual shudder trickle down her spine before she could stop it. "I was taught from a young age to be wary of beasts such as manticores. They are not common in these woods, but neither are they unheard of. To encounter one alone is almost certain death. I had the unfortunate experience to come face to face with a manticore a few years back, one of our city guardians trapped the beast shortly after it began stalking our borders... So many children had already died..." Her gaze grew distant for a moment, the memory of pain and loss echoing within her once more, before she blinked, returning to herself and glancing quickly at Shade, clearly embarrassed. She cleared her throat and glanced away once more into the trees, refusing to say more on the subject and pointedly ignoring his comment about her resembling a rabbit.

Holding her tongue as they continued their awkward trek through the forest, the elf contemplated over her wavering wariness towards the human. Or at least, that was how it was appearing. How disconcerting. He wanted nothing more than to kill her people, destroy her forest... Didn't he? She blinked thoughtfully, biting briefly at her lower lip. She was still lost in thought win Shade finally brought their awkward procession to a halt, nearly collapsing on the spot when her leg gave a protesting throb at having any amount of weight put upon it for longer than a second. Steeling herself, Aeylisia carefully removed her arm from around Thatcher's shoulders, leaning most of her weight onto her good leg after taking a cautious step away.

"this isn't what I pictured when you talked of a camp." She murmured, looking up into the branches of the mighty elder of the forest. After a moment, she shook her head, red gold hair swaying with the movement. "normally, I would Skoff your suggestion that I couldn't climb a tree, but..." Again, she shook her head, laughing dryly. "I wouldn't trust my strength after the day I've had to face..." And with that, using the help of one of the nearby trees, she lowered herself to the ground, keeping as much weight off of her injured leg as she could manage.
She had just unboxed her old blue kettle and an assortment of teacups win the knock came at her front door. Curious about the unexpected visit, Rain's soft humming drifted into silence as she set the kettle carefully on the countertop and glance towards the door. I wonder who that could be. I wasn't expecting any visitors today. I just got here! She thought, tilting her head slightly.

"Excuse me..." A somewhat muffled voice called through the wood. "Delivery for Miss Rainy Day."

Blinking her vivid blue eyes several times with surprise, the mare walked across the open room, A combination of both living room, kitchen, and dining room, to open up the front door. Her first impression was that of the exceptionally large box that had been placed on the little porch, the cardboard covering up most of the space, then her gaze drifted to what she could make out of a green colored pony standing behind said box. "Oh!" She huffed with surprise, releasing a soft giggle as she stepped to one side. "you weren't kidding. It's huge! Would you mind lending me a hoof getting it inside? I'm afraid it might crush me if I try to do it myself." She laughed, arching her neck and standing up on tip-hooves to grin out at The delivery stallion. "Not for free, of course. I'll give you one of my cookies in exchange."
Angling her wings in a way that made her flight path begin to loop in a tighter circle, Rain was more then halfway to the ground when she noticed a pony standing in front of her house. Tilting her head curiously, she watched the brightly colored figure lift a hoof to the mailbox, opening it up before placing an envelope inside. Who she was now assuming was a mailpony gave a rather excited squeal before they began bouncing away, bright pink main and tail streaming behind their retreating form. The corner of Rain's mouth quirked up as she watched, surprised that she would already have a letter when she hadn't even been in Ponyville for an entire day yet. Landing in front of her mailbox with a soft clop of her hooves, the mare retrieved the brightly colored envelope and glanced at it before ripping it open. It certainly had her name on it.

Dear Miss Rainy Day,

Mayor Mare kindly requests your presence at Townhall at 2 PM this afternoon to discuss your residency application and assess your satisfaction in the home you have purchased and to make sure that all the proper documentation has been filed. We at the city hall warmly welcome you to Ponyville and hope to be able to serve you in the future.

Yours sincerely,
Ponyville Town Council
Mayor Mare


Her surprise turned to understanding as she reread the short message, her head instinctively turning in search of a Clock. The large tower in town told her that it was just a little past 11 now, so she had a few hours left to put in to unpacking before she had to be at town hall, that was good. Taking the letter with her inside, she opened one of the nearby cardboard boxes and began sorting through her belongings, smiling at the idea of having such a friendly Mayor.

Meanwhile, a pink blur was steadily making its way through Ponyville, depositing envelopes to surprised Ponies, frequent bursts of confetti accompanying the deliveries. When the blur finally reached the door to One of the café, it paused long enough to reveal the same pony who had dropped off an envelope in Rainy Day's mailbox earlier, her blue eyes bright with excitement as she opened the door. Then she became a blur once more as she ran around the interior of the little restaurant, dropping off an envelope with the name of each pony it was given to written on the front. Before the door had fully closed, she streaked out it once more, the bell giving a gentle tinkle.

"Looks like Pinkie Pie is excited about something." A mare at One of the tables chuckled, picking up the envelope and opening it with a smile.

you're invited to a super special secret surprise welcome to Ponyville party this afternoon at 2 PM to welcome our newest resident, Rainy Day the Pegasus! We will be having this party in the park near the gazebos and encourage anypony Who would like to join in the traditional surprise shout to show up early to find a good hiding spot. There will be lots of goodies to eat, games to play, and ponies to talk to. I hope to see you there!

Love, Pinkie Pie
Rainy Day

She is smaller than the average adult pony, with rather skinny legs. Her body is almost a solid white, save for her cutie mark, which is a dark grey cloud releasing several drops of blue rain, and the tips of The feathers on her wings, which are colored red. Her mane and tail are both vividly bright red. Her mane falls mostly across her forehead in layered bangs, with two longer pieces falling to either side of her face down to a few inches past her shoulders. These pieces of hair have a gradual waviness that starts a third of the way down before the last several inches where it becomes abruptly crinkled with short tight waves. Similarly, the hair that falls over the side of her neck separates into three distinctive waves and crinkles, Falling a few inches past her shoulders as well. Her long tail follows the same pattern, gradually becoming wavy near the middle, and then crinkling up at the end. This is her most distinctive feature. Her bright blue eyes, usually curious or excited, are the second.
The sky was a vibrant field of deep blue, spotted with frantic strokes of white cloud in a few places is if a paintbrush had been swiped across its surface, turning it into a canvas. More likely, the effect was caused by the higher then average wind that had been scheduled for that day, the Pegasi making up for a week of calmer breezes per a request of the mayor so that she could host a convention in town with visiting diplomats in peace. But whatever the underlying reasons for the weather, it had taken a bit of work on the part of one particular Pegasus to collect enough of the wispy stuff to make a cloud big enough for her to lounge on. She was here now, chin resting on one of her front hooves, sun warming her back and wings, her long tail falling over the edge of the cloud.

Rainy Day, as she was known, was small for a Pegasus pony, with a bright white coat and hair the color of apples, the Red color tipping each of the feathers on her wings. She blinked her vivid blue eyes contentedly as she gazed down at The town spread out beneath her, contemplating the unfamiliar buildings and what she could see of the few residents she could make out from her vantage point. It all looked peaceful, this Ponyville, And that was her hope. The peaceful atmosphere was part of what had drawn her to this little section of Equestria, Had compelled her to purchase a cottage near the forest.

Moving had been what she had been doing before she had sought a break on her lonely little cloud, unpacking boxes her father and brother had helped her bring that morning from what had been her home in Whinnyapolis. But after she had sent her family home, worried about her mother and younger brother who remained and both recovering from a severe case of the feather flu, she had begun to find that the space inside her new cottage was feeling somewhat cramped, despite the minimal amount of boxes and the lack of furniture that had yet to be delivered, and she had gratefully taken to the skies to stretch out her wings and take in a breath of fresh air.

Lifting her head from her hoof, Rainy Day yawned widely before giving her head a quick shake, making her mostly wavy mane sway. Stretching out her front legs, she finally stood up, giving the rest of her body a quick shake as well before spreading her wings and preparing to leap off of her cloud. With a soft giggle, The Pegasus jumped from her perch, flapping quickly to gain speed before looping around and extending her front hooves, smashing through her cloud gleefully and leaving behind the scattered pieces to become wisps in the sky once again as she began a slow dissent back to the ground.
(No worries hon!)

Sam joined them somewhere in the middle of the impromptu race, But didn't stop them, though Jacob could practically feel the mental eye rolling as he realized what the pair was up to. He had just come from with Emily, his soulmate, so that made Jacob doubly grateful he had the race to distract him from the Loving Way Sam's thoughts lingered on her face. He didn't particularly want to get caught cringing away from them. Racing along the border line, he concentrated very hard on the feeling of the bunch and pull of his muscles as he ran, the smell of vampire in the air, the heaving of air in and out of his lungs...
Looks like I win this one. Jacob thought somewhat smugly as he caught sight of the road through a break in the trees.

not again! Embry complained, slowing his run somewhat as he broke out onto the edge of a cliff.

Taking in a deep gulp of fresh air, Jacob threw back his head and released a loud long howl of victory, looping around a tree and heading back in the direction of his starting point. Embry heard and grumbled about Jacob having an unfair advantage with his longer legs.

All right, that's enough, both of you. Sam broke in, annoyed by the increasing complaints. either of you care to report on the actual border?

The thrill of winning the race faded away with the question and some of Jacob's sullen mood returned, his howl dying into silence. His pace slowed automatically, head swiveling as he ran his gaze over the trees. There's no trace of blood sucker on the half I checked. He finally said. unfortunately. He tacked on, ignoring the disapproval he could feel coming from Embry.

I didn't notice anything either. The other added after a moment.

Sam sighed, an underlying current of hate for the Cullens coloring his thoughts. Keep your eyes open and your nose alert on your way back, we wouldn't want them slipping through. Meet me to head over to the other side of town to check the borders there.

Jacob sighed himself. It looked like it was going to turn into a very long day...
Shade Thatcher. An unusual name, to her Elvin ears at least, but Aeylisia liked the imagery of standing beneath the cool shadow of a tree that it made her think of. She almost smiled. That was, until Shade pulled her arm over his shoulders. She grimaced lightly, ready to pull her arm away from him, but as her weight shifted into his support, she could no longer protest. She probably should have been a little embarrassed by the way her body leaned on his shoulder and side, But the immediate relief it provided to her leg silenced her uneasiness. Breathing a soft sigh that parted her full lips, she had just braced herself for the first step when a low howl drifted through the night.

'Oh, how I wish I could join you brother wolf... The elf thought wistfully, briefly imagining a situation in which she hadn't stumbled into Shade's trap. She would have never had such an urgent need to change back to her current shape, could have vented her frustration by running and hunting with the pack... Thatcher's words had her now impossible fantasies unraveling and she blinked, dispelling the image that had begun to form in her mind's eye and she couldn't help but focus on his face, so much closer now thanks to her current position. With her new vantage point, she once again noticed the difference between his irises, not the specific colors, but that the hues did not match. She had just begun to let herself be curious when his expression turned into a scowl and she had to think back over his words.

it bothers him to admit weakness. She concluded, glancing back over her own shoulder at the dead manticore. She didn't have time to think further on the matter, Shade abruptly stepping forward with her in tow and all of her concentration had to go into not falling on her face.

Her gait was awkward, she stumbled and hopped more than she actually walked, but Aeylisia was silently grateful for the support the human's shoulder was under her arm, the way her hip rested against his and helped keep most of her weight off of her bad leg. Praying that his camp wasn't far off, as he had said, she tightened her eyes and focused on releasing as few pained noises as she could possibly manage. As a distraction, though it came out through her teeth somewhat with the tightness in her jaw, she found herself reassuring Shade. "The beast Will still be there by the time you return. The magical fear they naturally exude will not have dissipated so quickly."
Cool beans! :D I'll shoot you a message when I get home.
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