There wasn't anything I could write...
MarshiestMallow
Member
The Marshiest of Mallows
STATUS: "Doing your best" does not mean working yourself to the point of a mental breakdown. Its no longer your best at that point. 8 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 3 yrs ago
- Old Guild Username: caits
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 26347 (5.79 / day)
- VMs: 2
-
Username history
- MarshiestMallow 8 yrs ago
- █████ 12 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
Timemaster,
Damo021,
Shadow Dragon,
Captain Uni
Status
Recent Statuses
8 yrs ago
Current
"Doing your best" does not mean working yourself to the point of a mental breakdown. Its no longer your best at that point.
4
likes
9 yrs ago
The word homeowner has the word "meow" in it. Good luck pronouncing it correctly ever again. You're welcome ^.^
4
likes
9 yrs ago
When everything seems wrong...something goes right, and it changes darkness into light, and makes the shadows a little less daunting.
10 yrs ago
People cry, not because they are weak. It's because they've been strong for too long
1
like
11 yrs ago
the bad thing about being bullied is that every time it happens it steals a little piece of who you are if it happens enough little by little you become a little less of who you were meant to be.
Bio
To be written.
Most Recent Posts
@Masaki Haruna
Hey! I'm just having dinner with a friend but I will check it over Better after! It looks good from the quick glance I took!
Hey! I'm just having dinner with a friend but I will check it over Better after! It looks good from the quick glance I took!
@BlackPanther
Me too ^.^
Me too ^.^
@Kyrisse
Yeah sure that's okay ^.^
Yeah sure that's okay ^.^
Yay!
@Kyrisse
They look good ^.^
Haha that's okay I've not done much for iggy yet. Too many distractions XD
They look good ^.^
Haha that's okay I've not done much for iggy yet. Too many distractions XD
After the incident, Charmander just wanted to relax a bit, and not get into anything else. She found a building that she could climb, climbing to the top she sat on the roof, feet dangling over the edge, and laying back. She let her mind wander. She didn't understand why those Pokémon had sought to steal. There were other ways of surviving in the wild. Charmer offered her services to people and in return she got food and other such things.
She sighed to herself, shifting into a more comfortable position, she pondered what had happened. She hoped the trainer had gotten away from a dangerous situation and that the was alright as well Phantump. Maybe she should have stuck around a little longer, but while she trusted the trainer she hadn't wanted to be caught. There were still things that Charmander wanted to go through and she didn't think that would happen as a captured Pokémon.
She sighed to herself, shifting into a more comfortable position, she pondered what had happened. She hoped the trainer had gotten away from a dangerous situation and that the was alright as well Phantump. Maybe she should have stuck around a little longer, but while she trusted the trainer she hadn't wanted to be caught. There were still things that Charmander wanted to go through and she didn't think that would happen as a captured Pokémon.
Now I'm worried because I feel like I'm a straggler...
Misty shivered lightly, as a shadow fell over her. She knew she was average height for a woman, but she didn't like to be loomed over. She shifted uneasy, feeling like she was trapped, she was just about to turn around and see who was standing behind her, when Lazarus spoke. She squirmed as he beamed at her, a little flustered. She could do this. Reaching up to brush back a strand of hair behind her ear, and stood up straight, feeling the presence behind her again, she looked back, almost stumbling back as she saw the tall figure there, perhaps close to a foot taller then her, and she was sure she saw wings. Angel. Stepping back, she stared at the angel for a moment.
"Well, you certainly have a...presence. Do you always stand over girls like that?" she said, but smiled and her tone suggested she was being humorous. She glanced back to Lazarus, hesitating another moment, wondering if she wanted to get into such a situation, before she grabbed the bag, and approached Lazarus, setting the bag down near him so it was in reach, she stepped back. She wasn't too sure what she should do.
She grimaced at herself, wondering why she felt so...awkward? Why? Because she'd interrupted someone? She shook her head at herself, drawing a breath, and standing up straight once more. She glanced at both the angel and Lazarus, she slid onto the seat, listening as the notes faded away, she rested her hands on the piano, fingers resting on the keys. She couldn't imagine not being able to play. Music was in her blood. It was apart of her very essence, and to live without it for a day just wasn't plausible to her.
She played a few notes, not even stopping to think about Lazarus, the angel. She simply couldn't help it. Piano's were marvelous instruments, able to someone sound more graceful then a lot of other instruments. She still found her harp a greater instrument, but she was bias. She knew that. She gave a soft, contented sigh. "Music is just amazing" she said, more to herself then anyone else, choosing to stare at the keys then either man.
© 2007-2026