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Post by IVY CLAIRE VINCRETTE on Apr 18, 2009 0:54:46 GMT -6
::Fox Tales;; The Beginning... A room without books is like a body without a soul. The secret alias... Moon,Pushy and Random.That's how she acts.
The Character...
Readers are plentiful, thinkers are rare.
Ivy Claire Vincrette.
Called Vye by friends, or "Fox" by others.
Sassy, Kind, and Creative.
About 17 in age.
No love life currently.
Straight like a line.
British-Australian Accent
The Animal...No entertainment is so cheap as reading, nor any pleasure so lasting. I shift to a Fox. A gorgeous Vixen. Her seductive and tricky ways are complicating. She has a rusty red coat. And brown eyes. Quite the troublemaker. |
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Post by IVY CLAIRE VINCRETTE on Apr 18, 2009 1:20:52 GMT -6
::Basic Stats;; [/font] 1. My journal/diary, anyone reads they will die.2. I write it from my point of view in parts.3. Each part of the story will be in the same thread.4. And all stories and parts will begin with: Once upon a time...5. These are my entries. Or rather, Fox Tales.[/center] |
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Post by IVY CLAIRE VINCRETTE on Apr 18, 2009 1:30:29 GMT -6
A Rooster's CallOnce Upon a Time... ::Part 1;; Stupid rooster. Ruining my darned good mornin. I love the night, and need my sleep. Why would a rooster be round... wait. scratch that. I know a few rooster shifters. Though, I'm very thankful when they sleep through the morning. Anyways... I'm exhausted. And still don't seem to have a roommate currently. What does it take to get one? That I don't seem to understand currently. But then again, I am nearly drop dead exhausted. Almost sad, huh. I'll stay awake to see if any of my friends in my home town are on. Got to keep in touch you know. ::Part 2;; Finally got the rooster to shut up. Also, I got my new roomie. She looks quite the punk star. Though, makes me wonder how she acts and what's her form. Heh heh. Anyways, the fox part of me has been restless. So I won't be surprised if I suddenly shift into a fox in front of my roomie. Twould be embarrassing but you can't tie a wild animal down for long you could say. I've been watching her unpack for a while. But it makes me wonder where she got all those clothes. Hopefully we'll be friends. Or something like that.
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Post by IVY CLAIRE VINCRETTE on Apr 18, 2009 21:01:24 GMT -6
Holding out for a HeRoOnce Upon a Time... ::Part 1;; Boy. One thing after the other you could say. First, I pass out near the top of the mountain. Turn into a fox and venture up to a cliff. Then I fall. Probably the scariest thing in my life. I had grip of a root, and I had plenty of scratches on my body. I hope someone would come by. Cause otherwise, I'm in big big trouble. ::Part 2;; Thank you god. someone came. It was the girl's counselor. She saved my butt. I'm very thankful that she did. Though, my cheeks hurt for some reason... I completely blacked out. Thinking of bad things. And then my conscience saved m again! Thank you also God for those. Handy they are. I got too weak, turning into a fox again. Twice is to much for my body. Even now, I'm exhausted. it's a pain for me to turn into a fox. Also! Everything hurts a bit more. How good is that?! Oh. Well it's mighty darn fun really. Oh. I almost forgot. After a while, I forgot the counselor was even there. Tuning out sounds and curling into a ball to get warm. Wet fox fur doesn't help much with insolation. And you can tell!
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