This could have been posted earlier, but the internet hates me. ;w;
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I felt as if I was running in a straight, continuess line, until I colapsed into the soil. And I just sat there in the quiet forest, and cried.
"It wasn't his fault! It was me! Me! I did it... that is why... I am so sorry. So... sorry...!"
"For what?" I stopped beathing with a gasp and a head toss up-ward. "Wh-what?"
"Why are you here, in the wet dirt, crying so harshly?"
I stared at the girl for a while. She had a pretty face, that was caressed by what seemed to by bright flames. Her eyes were a peircing blue. And, she had a smile that was sweet, innocent, and misciovious all at once.
"I... I can do it... any longer!" I tossed myself onto her without a thought, and hugged her. She... held me back, instead of throughing me away.
I told her everything.
I told her about my father sexually abusing my mother and I. I told her about my mother murdering him. And about, how my brother was killed soon after. About how I was the blame. I told her about how my mother killed at least five people. And, how she tossed me out. Mostly though, I told her about the walking curse named Corinne that should have never been born.
"I give up... P-please kill me. Just end it a-" she touched her finger to my lips. "Hush... It will be okay. Stay here. Do not move. If you leave, it will make my life so much harder for Stella and I. I shall be back." She set me down gentially, and dashed off as elegentally as a pretty face would be able to. And, quickly too.
She came back with an orange hair girl, whom seemed younger than the both of us.
I have learned these basic things, that I can tell you so fare:
My name in Corinne Shylin. I am a unicorn of basic disasters, and I was six when I met these people. My father and brother are dead, amd my mother was resently sent to jail. The girl whom found me crying in the soil is called Lee. She was five, when I first met her. She is beautiful, but sadistic, and enjoys seeing things, as you will find out later. She runs fast. And I still have not found her age, spiecies, and last name. The last orange haired tiger, is named Stella Sparrow. She was six, then and will forever stay that age, until she knows her birthday. Wich, is a lie. She grows, and ages. Just denies it. Stella is a Light-Catcher and her blood is made of paint.
I live with these creatures in a small town as outlaws and steal what we can get.
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I felt as if I was running in a straight, continuess line, until I colapsed into the soil. And I just sat there in the quiet forest, and cried.
"It wasn't his fault! It was me! Me! I did it... that is why... I am so sorry. So... sorry...!"
"For what?" I stopped beathing with a gasp and a head toss up-ward. "Wh-what?"
"Why are you here, in the wet dirt, crying so harshly?"
I stared at the girl for a while. She had a pretty face, that was caressed by what seemed to by bright flames. Her eyes were a peircing blue. And, she had a smile that was sweet, innocent, and misciovious all at once.
"I... I can do it... any longer!" I tossed myself onto her without a thought, and hugged her. She... held me back, instead of throughing me away.
I told her everything.
I told her about my father sexually abusing my mother and I. I told her about my mother murdering him. And about, how my brother was killed soon after. About how I was the blame. I told her about how my mother killed at least five people. And, how she tossed me out. Mostly though, I told her about the walking curse named Corinne that should have never been born.
"I give up... P-please kill me. Just end it a-" she touched her finger to my lips. "Hush... It will be okay. Stay here. Do not move. If you leave, it will make my life so much harder for Stella and I. I shall be back." She set me down gentially, and dashed off as elegentally as a pretty face would be able to. And, quickly too.
She came back with an orange hair girl, whom seemed younger than the both of us.
I have learned these basic things, that I can tell you so fare:
My name in Corinne Shylin. I am a unicorn of basic disasters, and I was six when I met these people. My father and brother are dead, amd my mother was resently sent to jail. The girl whom found me crying in the soil is called Lee. She was five, when I first met her. She is beautiful, but sadistic, and enjoys seeing things, as you will find out later. She runs fast. And I still have not found her age, spiecies, and last name. The last orange haired tiger, is named Stella Sparrow. She was six, then and will forever stay that age, until she knows her birthday. Wich, is a lie. She grows, and ages. Just denies it. Stella is a Light-Catcher and her blood is made of paint.
I live with these creatures in a small town as outlaws and steal what we can get.
I'd like to come out and say it. I respect the members here. But the main group which includes my subject of interest, Tak is quite the puzzling equation. I mean if its true that these rules, The rules that make non content spewing people, basicly useless as a fan of what they like, are agreed by the majority. I shall apologize deeply and rest my case, cutting the loss. Now let me be clear. This man said too me in argument, " people grew up". Now if im not mistaken, freedom is not a child's plaything. Freedom to have fun with your fandom, is an all age experience. Of course you have to make a living. But does anyone ever get punched for haveing fun or simply posting whats on your mind, no? Want to to know why? Because look at the big corporations. Twitter!, Facebook, Youtube. Do not let old fanpop die. Remember back when people had fun and not business. You could call it a simpler time...I call it a better time. Now, I may here your results.
Gender: Female
Species: Bat
Personality: Despite Tech's high IQ, she is extremely bashful and often makes mistakes (but are never to do with electronics, more about talking in conversations etc.) and will usually respond to making mistakes with rubbing the back of her head and saying "Oops". Her bashfulness and childishness is one of her main character traits, the other being she is very cheerful most of the time. Some would say her personality is basically Tails' personality except strangely more bashful and childish.
Other info: IQ of 298, extremely in love with Sonic the Hedgehog.
Emerald stoore out the window and sighed. "What I wouldn't do to be free, away from all of this..." she whispered to herself. She was looking at the ocean, forest and plains that were nearby. "Milady..." Emerald turned around swiftly. "Keith, whats wrong? You look like you haven't slept for days."Keith was human, he was also one of the messengers from a nearby palace called Millicion. "Y-yes.., its true... but you do not need to freet over me milady." Keith reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled paper. He read aloud,
"Dearest Emerald,
We invite you to our royal ball at Millicon palace at 8pm. Lords will be awating for you.
Yours truly,
King Dixion
King of Millicon"
The words ringed in her ears. "Hehe, tell the king I'll be there... but I already know whats happening." Keith raised his brow. "He wants me to marry... we all know thats not going to happen." Keith bowed, and left.
"Dearest Emerald,
We invite you to our royal ball at Millicon palace at 8pm. Lords will be awating for you.
Yours truly,
King Dixion
King of Millicon"
The words ringed in her ears. "Hehe, tell the king I'll be there... but I already know whats happening." Keith raised his brow. "He wants me to marry... we all know thats not going to happen." Keith bowed, and left.
I got my time to sit down and do this today! Even though I said tomorrow. For Rachel.
Gender: male
Name:Cooper (His agent name is Jenkins)
Age 20 turning 21 soon
Height 3.3
Weight: I'm not very good with weight so a healthy weight good for acrobatics ( for 20 year olds)
Powers: Can slow time but not for long. He can use chaos and that let's him do it longer but he doesn't know that.
Weapons he carries a sniper on his back
Abilities. Really good acrobat and using his sniper.
Species: Wolf
Appearance: his eyes are green, his hair is messy but doesn't go down (not like sonic's) including wolf like ears and two
black stripes over his cheek. Brown fur. He wears no clothes. (Only hanging his sniper over is right shoulder) he is a left handed person
But he has a furry chest that's quit similar to his fur colour but a whiter. Wears shadow like shoes just re coloured (your choice)
If it's not enough I'll write a backstory and tell me what I missed out.
Gender: male
Name:Cooper (His agent name is Jenkins)
Age 20 turning 21 soon
Height 3.3
Weight: I'm not very good with weight so a healthy weight good for acrobatics ( for 20 year olds)
Powers: Can slow time but not for long. He can use chaos and that let's him do it longer but he doesn't know that.
Weapons he carries a sniper on his back
Abilities. Really good acrobat and using his sniper.
Species: Wolf
Appearance: his eyes are green, his hair is messy but doesn't go down (not like sonic's) including wolf like ears and two
black stripes over his cheek. Brown fur. He wears no clothes. (Only hanging his sniper over is right shoulder) he is a left handed person
But he has a furry chest that's quit similar to his fur colour but a whiter. Wears shadow like shoes just re coloured (your choice)
If it's not enough I'll write a backstory and tell me what I missed out.