xAsunaWolfx
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8 yrs ago
My username may contain wolf, however, I'm actually a dog. Give me attention.
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9 yrs ago
Do you realize that if you call a restroom a bathroom that has no bathing facilities in it, you're just lying to yourself and the rest of the world? :D
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I'm back :3
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Yo. I'm a university student. I do the honors program with a major in Biomedical science and a minor in microbiology. I might have a brain but I don't always use it (aka I say a lot of dumb shit). I love getting to know people and I've met some life long friends from this site. With that being said, I am very busy during the school year but I hope to be around here a little more like I was before guild fall. I guess I grew up on this site a little. I've been around here since I was 15, so I've been roleplaying for quite awhile. I love fantasy, slice of life, anime ....and the kind of stuff you only RP in PMs *SUBTLE HINT*. Guinea pigs are my favorite animals and tofu is my favorite food. Oh, and I'm not a white person. I'm more of a dark white.. not really black but grey if you will. I'm not really a normal person.
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This looks interesting. Not sure if I'm going to join, but posting here so I don't forget to take a good look at it when I get home. Trust me, I'll forget without the subscription system : P I just hope the fights are resolved soon.... All I have to say is just roleplay, this isn't history class..... Dear gosh
Hey there I remember you :) yeah go ahead and make a CS if you'd like
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Go to the help forums and ask mahz to change it xD
Kaori
Knock. Kno-knock-knoc-knock .
Despite her subtle insult to the prisoner, they continued to knock, except more rapidly this time. Even more so, there was a hunter chanting the same words over, saving a few times when he’d switch his name from peter to pyotr. “ Insane. These people are all insane.” she said to herself, casting a glance up to the stone roof. It wasn't exactly plain- an observant eye could tell there were small indentations of lines there. She’d sat there and counted them all once. “2056…..2056...” Okay, maybe i’m part insane too. They say the first part to fixing a problem is recognizing you have one, right?
Staring at the wall like it was it’s fault the sounds had happened, she pick up a rock that could be described as a little bigger than a pebble, and threw it. The rock made a white mark in the place it had rubbed against the rock wall, but did nothing more to her dismay. The knocks still came through loud and clear. She caught onto the urgency of whoever was behind that wall- how were they not driven away by her bitterness?
She took the notepad and pencil still laying there messily about her empty cell and did a mixture of walking and crawling when her legs were too weak to carry anything to the front edge of her cage. Whether there was a rock wall or bars there too, she’d look for an opening to get the supplies coated in dirt to his cell.
Why am i even concerning myself with this person? Do they honestly think i could explode this place and whisk everyone out of here to safety? We’re screwed. If i haven’t learned anything in the past year i’ve learned that. Kaori twisted her lips into a pitiful smile as more thoughts raced across her mind.Everyone’s lives here were walking on a tightrope, and if they were to fall, it was all over. No one could save you. Falling would not be death to her, that was way at the bottom… falling off would be losing her sense of strength or herself. This, to her, was death, living as the breaking shell of someone you once were.
“Well stranger… Do you see it? Take it, it has writing worth nothing to you. Use a blank side. ”
Knock. Kno-knock-knoc-knock .
Despite her subtle insult to the prisoner, they continued to knock, except more rapidly this time. Even more so, there was a hunter chanting the same words over, saving a few times when he’d switch his name from peter to pyotr. “ Insane. These people are all insane.” she said to herself, casting a glance up to the stone roof. It wasn't exactly plain- an observant eye could tell there were small indentations of lines there. She’d sat there and counted them all once. “2056…..2056...” Okay, maybe i’m part insane too. They say the first part to fixing a problem is recognizing you have one, right?
Staring at the wall like it was it’s fault the sounds had happened, she pick up a rock that could be described as a little bigger than a pebble, and threw it. The rock made a white mark in the place it had rubbed against the rock wall, but did nothing more to her dismay. The knocks still came through loud and clear. She caught onto the urgency of whoever was behind that wall- how were they not driven away by her bitterness?
She took the notepad and pencil still laying there messily about her empty cell and did a mixture of walking and crawling when her legs were too weak to carry anything to the front edge of her cage. Whether there was a rock wall or bars there too, she’d look for an opening to get the supplies coated in dirt to his cell.
Why am i even concerning myself with this person? Do they honestly think i could explode this place and whisk everyone out of here to safety? We’re screwed. If i haven’t learned anything in the past year i’ve learned that. Kaori twisted her lips into a pitiful smile as more thoughts raced across her mind.Everyone’s lives here were walking on a tightrope, and if they were to fall, it was all over. No one could save you. Falling would not be death to her, that was way at the bottom… falling off would be losing her sense of strength or herself. This, to her, was death, living as the breaking shell of someone you once were.
“Well stranger… Do you see it? Take it, it has writing worth nothing to you. Use a blank side. ”
@stry- read the rules, fix, than post lol @ kiwi- accepted @rusty- accepted, you can PM me if you've got any questions.
And oh!
To y'all who don't know.. We have a group Skype chat that's more active than this OOC, No calling, it's all text. add xasunasaurusx (my user... hopefully i didn't spell it wrong) and than I'll get you in there
And oh!
To y'all who don't know.. We have a group Skype chat that's more active than this OOC, No calling, it's all text. add xasunasaurusx (my user... hopefully i didn't spell it wrong) and than I'll get you in there
Mike the Bloodwolf said
My own Daughter thinks a vampire is her father, this has annoyed me greatly. But I do like the outspoken bit.
Shallnt be forever , I hope. Young minds fall easily, but learn quickly once they realized their mistake and @ kiwi Read the rules xD
Kaori ( castle cell)
Day 336, or whatever the hell day it is
What am I suppose to write now? How do my days in the castle dungeon go?
Wake up in a cot that’s probably had at least 20 people die in. Sometimes i sleep for days if the last torturing session took its toll. Stare at a wall. Try to use my powers that never quite work or are completely gone. I guess that happens when you’re human, and the guards inject you to keep those down. Stare at a wall. Ignore who ever is in the cell next to me. Stare at a wall. Eat the ‘food’ and water they give us and try to keep it down. Stare at a wall. And then Sleep, while staring at a wall. Oh, and there’s this guy i think about every now and then. I call him daniel… this notepad doesn’t have enough paper to expand more on that one. but he was there, in the hotel, from day one with me. We’ve kissed a couple times. Maybe it was once, or never… i can’t quite remember, these years are getting to me but i know he’s kind of..close to me. There’s also Nixon, who is whenever. The lycan brothers...er cousins Kain and alfons.
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Kaori dropped the pencil and notepad next to her cot she sat on, crossing her arms and pushing her back against the stone cold wall as the small bunch of paper protesting being carelessly tossed about with a thump, the sound of it’s papers whooshing in the short current of wind after it going along with it.
Kaori’s Brown eyes skittered across the surface of her cell, hardened from years of anything but an easy life. The fingers of her right hand tapped across her elbow over the rip in the cell clothing. She reach up to run her fingers through the matts in her chocolate colored her, grimacing as she forced a few of those out. A breath left her lips.
Knocking. She count them in her head. One. Ignore it two. Glare at the wall. than three. “WHAT?!” She lashed out, her voice cracking from never saying much and fuming pieces of anger. She wasn’t mad at the person, but her total situation, thinking her final resting place would be the dead-people cot. Her head throbbed and pound as she overexerted her body by merely trying to sound angry, to which she put her hand over her forehead and sighed. For the love of god, talk since you pretty much haven’t for past year. After fussing at herself mentally, she walked over to the wall and crouched down next to it.
“You know, normal people knock on doors, not walls.” She said coldly. Her people skills weren’t the best, and to be honest, she didn’t think it was worth refining them anyway if nothing ever stayed. What goes your name, stranger? Where are you from? You can call me that-girl from the hotel, or just...ka..” Her voice cracks on her and she coughs a few times. “Kaori”.
Delilah, nickname: Liliah (Castle bedroom)
The 4’8 young girl dug her pale fingers into her bedroom desk that held a wooden antique mirror, pressing her weight into her toes so she could see what would stare back at her. It was someone her age, and oddly looked alot like her. A pale, flawless complexion, crystal blue eyes, and blonde locks that cured slightly at the ends, all paired with a set of a sandy fox tail and ears- all of this looked inhuman, she was after all part werewolf, vampire, and kitsune.
She waved with one small hand, opening and closing her fingers. The girl in the mirror waved back, her pink lips starting to twitch up into a childish smile that’d never quite make it there fully. Although beautiful, she’d always feel a gulf pit of sadness deep in her stomach that a five year old could never quite put into words . This castle treated her well, but never had her mother’s worried gaze and fluffy 8 tails she’d run up to squeeze them all into a hug- the white fur always made her sneeze, but she didn’t mind. Where was that?
Father was also confusing. After leaving her cozy bungalow at the hotel, there was a point in the pathway she felt really tired and had fallen to sleep. When she woke, daddy looked different- instead of having striking features with hair like her own, he turned dark, with gawky-vampiric features that didn’t match her outspoken blood-wolf father. Oh well, who was she to judge? Dad changed faces, but after all, he still was her ‘dad’.
Liliah threw open her tall bedroom door, her tiny legs sprinting down the hallway. “Daddy?Daddy’s dog( werewolf) ?
Kate (With Nixon, forest)
“Hey, you found it.” The sound of Kate’s combat boots shuffling through dry dirt while snapping a couple of twigs came up behind Nixon. She took in the site with silence, save a few chuckles that escaped her lips after hearing Nixon record his ‘adventure’. “I thought you were talking about nonsense- well, maybe part of it. The only forest spirit here to torture you, is me. Your kind-of girlfriend?” She proposed, coming to stand next to his side. Nixon was and would always be tense upon the topic of romance, but the human female quite liked flustering her kind-of boyfriend vampire.
She knew the absence of human blood took it’s toll on him without the hotel’s supply, but leaving that place was the best thing. Ever. Memories from the past 3 years was all that she still carried with her from that place- sometimes it was like she never left- dreams of torture were so surreal that the pain she felt while sleeping would bleed into the real world until she-or someone else- helped he come to her senses. She hid an extremely thin body under the black shirt she wore. Meals were a blessing, coming in abundance during summer and as scarce as an ocean in the middle of a desert during the winter.
Despite that, she still treasured every moment of freedom she could keep under her fingertips. After a few moments had passed of swallowing the fact that Nixon found a whole town, she spoke softly, her words almost being carried away with the wind. “So...What ...now?”
Day 336, or whatever the hell day it is
What am I suppose to write now? How do my days in the castle dungeon go?
Wake up in a cot that’s probably had at least 20 people die in. Sometimes i sleep for days if the last torturing session took its toll. Stare at a wall. Try to use my powers that never quite work or are completely gone. I guess that happens when you’re human, and the guards inject you to keep those down. Stare at a wall. Ignore who ever is in the cell next to me. Stare at a wall. Eat the ‘food’ and water they give us and try to keep it down. Stare at a wall. And then Sleep, while staring at a wall. Oh, and there’s this guy i think about every now and then. I call him daniel… this notepad doesn’t have enough paper to expand more on that one. but he was there, in the hotel, from day one with me. We’ve kissed a couple times. Maybe it was once, or never… i can’t quite remember, these years are getting to me but i know he’s kind of..close to me. There’s also Nixon, who is whenever. The lycan brothers...er cousins Kain and alfons.
.
Kaori dropped the pencil and notepad next to her cot she sat on, crossing her arms and pushing her back against the stone cold wall as the small bunch of paper protesting being carelessly tossed about with a thump, the sound of it’s papers whooshing in the short current of wind after it going along with it.
Kaori’s Brown eyes skittered across the surface of her cell, hardened from years of anything but an easy life. The fingers of her right hand tapped across her elbow over the rip in the cell clothing. She reach up to run her fingers through the matts in her chocolate colored her, grimacing as she forced a few of those out. A breath left her lips.
Knocking. She count them in her head. One. Ignore it two. Glare at the wall. than three. “WHAT?!” She lashed out, her voice cracking from never saying much and fuming pieces of anger. She wasn’t mad at the person, but her total situation, thinking her final resting place would be the dead-people cot. Her head throbbed and pound as she overexerted her body by merely trying to sound angry, to which she put her hand over her forehead and sighed. For the love of god, talk since you pretty much haven’t for past year. After fussing at herself mentally, she walked over to the wall and crouched down next to it.
“You know, normal people knock on doors, not walls.” She said coldly. Her people skills weren’t the best, and to be honest, she didn’t think it was worth refining them anyway if nothing ever stayed. What goes your name, stranger? Where are you from? You can call me that-girl from the hotel, or just...ka..” Her voice cracks on her and she coughs a few times. “Kaori”.
Delilah, nickname: Liliah (Castle bedroom)
The 4’8 young girl dug her pale fingers into her bedroom desk that held a wooden antique mirror, pressing her weight into her toes so she could see what would stare back at her. It was someone her age, and oddly looked alot like her. A pale, flawless complexion, crystal blue eyes, and blonde locks that cured slightly at the ends, all paired with a set of a sandy fox tail and ears- all of this looked inhuman, she was after all part werewolf, vampire, and kitsune.
She waved with one small hand, opening and closing her fingers. The girl in the mirror waved back, her pink lips starting to twitch up into a childish smile that’d never quite make it there fully. Although beautiful, she’d always feel a gulf pit of sadness deep in her stomach that a five year old could never quite put into words . This castle treated her well, but never had her mother’s worried gaze and fluffy 8 tails she’d run up to squeeze them all into a hug- the white fur always made her sneeze, but she didn’t mind. Where was that?
Father was also confusing. After leaving her cozy bungalow at the hotel, there was a point in the pathway she felt really tired and had fallen to sleep. When she woke, daddy looked different- instead of having striking features with hair like her own, he turned dark, with gawky-vampiric features that didn’t match her outspoken blood-wolf father. Oh well, who was she to judge? Dad changed faces, but after all, he still was her ‘dad’.
Liliah threw open her tall bedroom door, her tiny legs sprinting down the hallway. “Daddy?Daddy’s dog( werewolf) ?
Kate (With Nixon, forest)
“Hey, you found it.” The sound of Kate’s combat boots shuffling through dry dirt while snapping a couple of twigs came up behind Nixon. She took in the site with silence, save a few chuckles that escaped her lips after hearing Nixon record his ‘adventure’. “I thought you were talking about nonsense- well, maybe part of it. The only forest spirit here to torture you, is me. Your kind-of girlfriend?” She proposed, coming to stand next to his side. Nixon was and would always be tense upon the topic of romance, but the human female quite liked flustering her kind-of boyfriend vampire.
She knew the absence of human blood took it’s toll on him without the hotel’s supply, but leaving that place was the best thing. Ever. Memories from the past 3 years was all that she still carried with her from that place- sometimes it was like she never left- dreams of torture were so surreal that the pain she felt while sleeping would bleed into the real world until she-or someone else- helped he come to her senses. She hid an extremely thin body under the black shirt she wore. Meals were a blessing, coming in abundance during summer and as scarce as an ocean in the middle of a desert during the winter.
Despite that, she still treasured every moment of freedom she could keep under her fingertips. After a few moments had passed of swallowing the fact that Nixon found a whole town, she spoke softly, her words almost being carried away with the wind. “So...What ...now?”
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