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Current Fairwell Technoblade. Don't fight any orphan ghosts.
2 days ago
*Rolls a nat 1* ".........crap."
7 days ago
Abandon Order. Embrace Anarchy.
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17 days ago
*Flails about with a broadsword*
1 mo ago
*Tiredly bats at your face like a cat*


I'm a 21 year old RPer who has way too much free time on my hands, depression, anxiety, epilepsy, and a severe amount of stress. Which is why I'm here so often, role playing keeps me sane. I'm open to most ideas, including smut, horror, gore, 18+ in general, ect. Here's a link to my interest check if you want to know more. If you want to talk to me on discord, msg Shadow_Dragon#0908, though I may take a while to reply. Shio vinult wer darastrix plisoic.…

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Blackpelt: Fernstar's den


He looks down at his paws, eyes closed, and he lets out a deep breath. "I'm sorry Fernstar. I know I shouldn't have acted so rashly, nor spoken to you like that....." His shoulders slump, and his tail wraps around his paws in shame. His eyes are bloodshot and fur still matted. He sighs, and goes to his den before he does anything else to get himself in trouble. He sorts though some herbs to keep himself distracted, looking up at seemingly every sound, real or imaginary. He whispers and mutters to himself, and his ears pull back and lay flat on his head in shame.

He huffs and puts the rest of the herbs away, then lays down on his bed, staring at the entrance to his den. His tail coils around him as he curls up into a small ball, tired and upset. He falls asleep without realising it. His sleep is restless, upseting, and his dreams is full of scorn and disapproval over how he acted. He quietly mutters the Warrior code to himself, and reflects on his actions over the past few days. Ever since the loners showed up, he's been anxious and paranoid, and full of doubt.

He shivers, still feeling trapped in his dream-turned-nightmare. He looks up finaly, only to see black trees, not a star in sight. He curls around himself, and his pelt spikes when he hears laughter. Please go away, please go away, please go away.....

He slowly opens one eye, and slowly stands up, deep in the Dark Forest.
Why do I keep ending up here......what am I doing wrong? He walks forward aimlessly, waiting for someone to show up and 'educate' him. He fights his way though brambles and thorns, uncaring of the cuts and scrapes all over his pelt and paws. He looks around every now and again, but sees only darkness filled woods.

He unsheaths his claws, and tears at the brambles tangled in his pelt, walking out of them, dripping with blood from uncountable tiny wounds. In the waking world, anyone close enough to him would see tiny drops of blood appear on his claws and lightly mixed into his fur.
Why do they care so much?

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Here or Discord? Shadow_Dragon#0908
Blackpelt is extremely paranoid at the moment, and Frogkit openly disregarding his words is making him both worried and angry.
Why not? I type everything on my phone lol
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