He is a winged atavian. The first striking feature about the freckle-faced, tall and gangly fellow, is the mess of pale pastel mint-green hair that curls haphazardly around his head. Locks bounce and play with the wind at the slightest impulse, and even his eyebrows are tinted in a darker shade of green. His eyes are equally striking in appearance, for they are bright, warm gold in colour. His mouth holds a faint harelip, quick to smile at the slightest thought. When he does smile, he reveals a pair of buckteeth in his grin. An air of innocent naivety holds itself in the man's absent-minded stare, and his pale freckle-dotted skin suggests much time spent sheltered indoors. The atavian a holds a slightly lapine-like appearance as a whole, even with the presence of amber-gold, feathery wings. He is wearing: a canvas backpack, a pair of glasses, black silk trousers, and a crisp white dress shirt
wut.
name and shame. Or, take it to the descriptions thread.
He is a winged atavian. The first striking feature about the freckle-faced, tall and gangly fellow, is the mess of pale pastel mint-green hair that curls haphazardly around his head. Locks bounce and play with the wind at the slightest impulse, and even his eyebrows are tinted in a darker shade of green. His eyes are equally striking in appearance, for they are bright, warm gold in colour. His mouth holds a faint harelip, quick to smile at the slightest thought. When he does smile, he reveals a pair of buckteeth in his grin. An air of innocent naivety holds itself in the man's absent-minded stare, and his pale freckle-dotted skin suggests much time spent sheltered indoors. The atavian a holds a slightly lapine-like appearance as a whole, even with the presence of amber-gold, feathery wings. He is wearing: a canvas backpack, a pair of glasses, black silk trousers, and a crisp white dress shirt
wut.
Hrm, I think I might know who you're referencing...
I confirm. He wanted me to illusion the pegasus to enjoy it to further his 'RP' but I just thought it was 'RaPe'
brb hiding my armadillo in the House estate.
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
He's probably trying to grief everyone with deathsight spam. So long as he paid you those inks, it should be ok, otherwise what a waste
"Faded away like the stars in the morning, Losing their light in the glorious sun, Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling, Only remembered for what we have done."
Rekia tells you, "Oh. I was looking into houses, and I was wondering what the House of the, um... Blood Congregation... was like, meow!"
She is a winged atavian with a petite form, looking small compared to her large, brown-feathered wings. Matching her wings, she has dark brown hair, cut short in a tomboyish style. Her eyes, on the other hand, vary between blue and gray depending on the light. Although small, her body is still somewhat athletic, and her skin has a deep tan.
Rekia tells you, "Oh. I was looking into houses, and I was wondering what the House of the, um... Blood Congregation... was like, meow!"
She is a winged atavian with a petite form, looking small compared to her large, brown-feathered wings. Matching her wings, she has dark brown hair, cut short in a tomboyish style. Her eyes, on the other hand, vary between blue and gray depending on the light. Although small, her body is still somewhat athletic, and her skin has a deep tan.
(Mojushai): Marina says, "Well, I did mention several months ago about the milking room being re-decorated. If that's still an option, I might not have to remove anyone's fingers."
(Mojushai): You say, "I propose a series of cow paintings for the milking room."
Today:
Message #6271 Sent by Marina
4/02/16:59 There is a cow painting in the milking room. This is all your fault!
canvas149210 a painting on canvas of a happily grazing cow
The scenery depicted on this canvas is that of a pleasant, hilly meadow on a bright and sunny day. Tall,
emerald grass dotted with tiny yellow flowers waves gently in the breeze and fluffy white clouds waft across
the azure sky. A tall tree a short distance away breaks up the skyline, its apple-laden branches stretching
out and providing plenty of shade, luring onlookers to consider lazy afternoon naps. A plump cow grazes near
the foreground, its large brown eyes slitted in serenity as it enjoys its meal. A pair of its herdmates dot
the meadow, enjoying the beautiful day and plentiful grass in bovine bliss. A curling quill emblem is
discretely imprinted in the lower right corner, marking this to be the work of a Scarlattan.
It has 84 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 3 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Calanthris, an art critic (a denizen).
Aery showed me that painting. It is bloody amazing.
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
I guess you could say that Viola now has a rival in the 'horsing about' category.
Dude, Viola never "horsed" anything. Her's was a phenomenon with such great gravitational pull that not even light could escape it...also saucer sized nipples.
Janeway: Tuvok! *clapclap* Release my hounds!
Krenim: Hounds? How cliche.
Janeway: Tuvok! *clapclap* Release my rape gorilla!
Rekia tells you, "Oh. I was looking into houses, and I was wondering what the House of the, um... Blood Congregation... was like, meow!"
She is a winged atavian with a petite form, looking small compared to her large, brown-feathered wings. Matching her wings, she has dark brown hair, cut short in a tomboyish style. Her eyes, on the other hand, vary between blue and gray depending on the light. Although small, her body is still somewhat athletic, and her skin has a deep tan.
She is wearing:
a deck of tarot cards,
a white silk cloak with pink fairies,
a pair of white leather shoes with pink fairies,
a white top hat,
a plush pink kitty ears headband,
a pink suede collar with a golden bell, and
a sleeveless short summer dress of hot pink silk
Saw desc, etc, was like 'meh'.
Saw that outfit, oh God yes.
Woot. She bought my fairy wardrobe. The cloak and shoes are mine
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brb hiding my armadillo in the House estate.
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
Losing their light in the glorious sun,
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done."
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That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
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One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important
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