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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on May 17, 2006 14:41:16 GMT -5
[ooc]Hah. Um, seven reasons. 1. If you were on VEKM You would get it. Basically, Ransom smells like that, and i LOVE him. 2. Vanilla, historically is an intoxicating scent that is ussually refered to in dangerous meanings. Like, it is dangerous, intoxicating, and is the symbol for alot of evil things. 3. In Horse Herb Healing, somthing I speacalize in, Vanilla is used to heal horses who have been through alot of trauma, but also gives them energy. So its like, reperesenting him. 4. On HPF and FF.N the fanfics I write, DRaco, my like, lover, tends to have the scent of blood and vanilla. 5. Vanilla is white in color, or the pure color. The other two scents, fox and blood are his present, taitng him. But the vanilla is like his tribute to his pure past. 6. I love the scent of vanilla. 7. The guy that j'adore smells like vanilla, but he is, ironically, in rehab because he tried to knife someone. [/ooc]
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Post by icefang on May 20, 2006 12:33:51 GMT -5
OOC: ooooooohhhhhhh... wow! That's cool!!
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on May 20, 2006 23:08:04 GMT -5
[ooc]Thank you. I'm a bit of a symbol freak. Most cats I have have symbolistic roots.[/ooc]
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on May 27, 2006 16:55:24 GMT -5
[ooc]Ahem. Is this post going anywhere?[/ooc]
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on May 28, 2006 11:19:34 GMT -5
OOC: I was banned, sorry!!
"So what am I supposed to call you.Ghost cat?" meowed Seacross, narrowing her eyes.He's half dissapearing, well I don't care, but I'm not going to let him get away without telling me his name Her shifted her silver paws, and moved a bit closer to the loner, her body tensed.She was ready to chase him if he ran.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on May 28, 2006 12:05:54 GMT -5
Preferably you won't call me anyhtign at all.
The toms tone was acidic. He did not flinch when seh adjusted to perhaps run after him. He had no intentions of running. Now, or if ever. He looked at her through his souless, eeire black eyes. The wind was piking up a bit, and hsi scent was full blown across the moor. It bothered him, knowing he was leaving a trace. But there was nothing he could do about it.
He grimaced slightly, and glanced upwards. The sky met his eyes and for a moment, soft black velvet studded wiht diamonds met hard black onyx with soulless mockery of the above. But he tore his eyes away to sneer coldly at the other she-cat.
For that was the reason he hated her. She was a she-cat. Cat, being the operative word. He glared at her in a mildly malicious manner hating her. The burning flames of hatred raored thorugh him, and even he recoingized she had done nothing to make him loathe her. But she was a cat and on principal he despised her.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on May 28, 2006 12:32:01 GMT -5
"Well I'm not leaving until you tell me what your name is" meowed Seacross, sitting down on the hard ground.Her silver pelt glowed in the moonlight, making her look more like a StarClan cat than a WindClan cat.
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Post by icefang on May 28, 2006 19:12:21 GMT -5
OOC: You were banned? Why? (You don't have to say)
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on May 29, 2006 15:01:10 GMT -5
OOC: I got to stay home a day in exchange for being banned for a week
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Post by rex. on May 29, 2006 16:54:34 GMT -5
OOc: i want him to meet my touse sometime
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on May 29, 2006 21:07:05 GMT -5
[ooc]Anytime Kashy =D. -is working on mile long post so be ready-[/ooc]
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on May 30, 2006 20:02:31 GMT -5
The evening breeze swept past the dark colored cat. The blades of grass, and the innocent flowers both seemed to tremble; in the wind, or in his presence. The night was brisk, but not cool. There were many a stars above twinkling blithely down upon the pair of cats. The deep blue velvet color of the sky was matched with a streak on the tom’s pelt. His black eyes were a dead match for the tar colored shadows surrounding the felines. But the lighter slate patches on his pelt kept him visible. It was a moonless night that night, and his silhouette was unseen.
The tom watched the other creature as she spoke. It was all there; the necessary cat figures. He himself had more or less lost his cat like look. He walked and slunk about like a fox, and even his voice had lowered to a dark rasp. He carried himself like a fox, but his feature uncannily matched hers. No mistaking, he was a cat. It displeased him so, but it was the bitter truth.
Bitter, but not bittersweet. Cat’s were by no means his favored creature, and he did not hide it in the least. He raised his hackles at her for no reason. When she spoke, he let out an impatient sigh. If his nature was not as demanding and so d- - - prideful, he might have submitted and told her his godforsaken name. But he didn’t he looked at her coldly before intoning with his cold, elegant rasp.
Do you honestly think I will submit? To you no less? I repeat. My name is of no importance to you, wench.
The tone in which he spoke made him sound elegant, and condescending with a hidden shot of lethal hate. He snorted contemptuously and tossed his proud head. He then licked a paw in an unconcerned manner. He didn’t care what this cat thought, and he didn’t care for her. He held back any curses or anti blessings that threatened to spill from his mouth.
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Post by icefang on May 31, 2006 16:07:31 GMT -5
OOC: Well, I said I'd fly away... clearly I can't so I'll stick around commenting when need be... I don't want him to meet Icewind cuz he'd be humiliated! Lol, Hauntedstar would scare him
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 1, 2006 22:13:08 GMT -5
[ooc]That he would. I love my evils...[/ooc]
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Post by icefang on Jun 7, 2006 9:58:29 GMT -5
OOC: Not my thread, but is Seasle gonna come?
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