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1 mo ago
Current To have actual creativity, motivation, and inspiration back feels like welcoming home an old familiar friend. Comfortable. It's nice.
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3 yrs ago
Finally recovered from postpartum depression and ready to get back to being creative! My apologies to anyone I ghosted in my time of trial. I didn't understand what I was doing.
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6 yrs ago
Yay! I’m finally a mother! And no, I’m not biased. I know my son is the cutest! 💙
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8 yrs ago
All good things come to those that wait, pray, have patience, laugh, love, and are not afraid to dance.
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Bio

Well, you seem to have stumbled across my user profile. I'm assuming you're here for a reason? Perhaps looking for details on this user StarfrostedFox? ... You can just call me Autumn! Or Josie! C:

I have been role-playing off and on for the last 20 or so years, which is surprising to realize, and I find it a relaxing and enjoyable hobby. After an accident that left me blind a little over 17 years ago, I couldn't role-play for quite some time, which was rather devastating. About the time that Apple invented Siri, I was able to get enough money to be able to purchase my very first iPhone. And BAM! The world of role-playing was once again open to me. It has been a long process getting used to dictating stories and I inevitably don't always catch every single mistake, But I have learned a great deal of patience and realize the value of taking things slow and working through my text when something doesn't sound completely right. It was only a couple of years ago that I came across this website and the stories I have had here have taught me a lot about myself. I love to create. Role-playing is one of the only outlets I have for the images in my head. So though I may have a tendency to go through cycles of depression and being antisocial, I always seem to come back in the end.

I love stories involving fantasy, supernatural, adventure, mystery, even romance. There probably isn't a genre out there that I wouldn't give a try before I will say that I don't like it.

My favorite style of role-playing is, hands down, one on one. It helps me feel more involved in the story, gives me a chance to be able to talk with the other person involved in a much more casual way, And more often than not results in a long lasting friend and some of my favorite adventures.

I have a tendency to write on a casual to low Advanced level throughout my stories, the minimum coming out to an average of a couple of paragraphs. I just have so much in my head that I want to get out, I have a hard time writing anything less. Another consequence however is that I can't seem to find a lot of patients with story partners that give me a really short and undetailed response every time. It's discouraging to take the time to write out several detailed paragraphs only to get a sentence in reply. If you're here thinking of asking me to do a story, please keep that in mind.

I do not tolerate swearing, extreme Gore, or sexual content in my stories. Period. Nor do I role-play same gender romantic relationships. That is just not going to happen.

If you made it to the end of this and I haven't scared you off, I think you deserve some virtual cookies. Heck, go get yourself some real cookies. Or donuts. Or pie if that is your preference. It was just me rambling away about myself after all. If you aren't scared off and you were indeed here looking to get a story started, feel free to shoot me a private message. I'm always looking to make new friends and have new adventures.

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Fresh powdery snow was beginning to drift in fat flakes from the underside of thick iron grey clouds hanging low in the sky, Coding the already snowy landscape with an unblemished layer of white. Between the snow, the frosty temperatures, and the way that each breath fogged in the air in front of mouths and noses, mother nature was giving the impression that winter was still lingering, though spring greens and warmer temperatures were beginning to blossom in abundance on the valley floor. Yet higher on the mountain's shoulders and head, winter still clung unforgivingly to the landscape.

As the moon hung heavy and full close to the western horizon, just managing to peek out under the lip of the cloud cover, two wolves threaded their way across the fresh powder in a winding line that threaded through the trees of the mountain forest, their lithe figures expertly maneuvering around snow laden bushes and frosty trunks, ears perked as they both seemed to be listening to a group of younger wolves farther ahead of them. Puffs of white fog erupted from their open muzzles as They kept up a steady ground eating lope, pink tongues lolling out as they panted With the exertion. The Larger leading wolf Was a shaggy thick coated male, his fur as blindingly white as the surrounding snow, but changed abruptly to black along each of his legs from shoulder and hip down to his toes and the majority of his face, save for the fringes of his cheeks and the top of his forehead, the color fading slightly closer to the edges, becoming a dark grey. A pale grey stripe also ran from the base of his skull to the middle of his tail, this raised high in the air behind him.

His companion Was a smaller and lithly Built creature, with ample Amounts of fluffy white fur That made her appear bigger then she actually was. But splashed unevenly across her back in a saddle pattern, tipping her bushy tail, And splashed onto each of her paws and ears As well as a streak above her pink nose was a russet brown. Then, As if this hadn't been enough, it appeared as if someone had taken paint the exact same shades Of her coat And randomly splattered the opposite color with speckles, creating a multitude of red speckles in her white areas and a handful of white within the red. If the way her tail kept waving In the air behind her was any indication, her personality was as sweet as the powdered sugar her fur resembled. At least, she was as much as she could, despite being a werewolf. Vivid gold eyes Sparkling with bright excitement, She somehow managed to bounce Forward and playfully nip at the end of The tail in front of her, erupting Into giggles as it brought her companion to an abrupt halt, his icy blue gaze falling on her And staring disapprovingly.

"Cassidy," he projected his thoughts sharply into her mind, releasing a loud huff, "This is no time to be playing games. You're old enough to know that, especially-" His ears turned back against his head as this resulted in further giggles that interrupted him, definitely not the result he had been hoping for. A small crease formed along his forehead, Making him look more worried than anything, especially not the anger that he felt bubbling up.

Briefly baring her white teeth in a wolfish Version of a grin, Cassidy seemed thoroughly unfazed as she bounced forward once again and swiped her tongue across the puckering in his forehead, probably because she knew she could out run the larger male if she needed to, The idea making her tail wiggle happily. "Aw, my dear brother Hutch," she chirped as she plopped her rump in the snow And began to create her own version of a snow angel with her bushy Appendage., "You're just grumpy because we have to plow through fresh snow." Her fur puffed up a little as she saw him open his mouth to refute her statement and she quickly added, "and the fact that no fresh game has shown up for the youngsters to prove themselves with." At this, she tilted her head in the direction of the three younger wolves, freshly turned and looking to prove themselves on a first hunt.

Hutch shut his muzzle With a soft click of his teeth, ears lifting Slowly as he regarded his Younger sister. She may not have been his full sibling, his father having found a new mate after his own mother had died, but she somehow had a softening effect On him that couldn't deny his fondness for her. And that was only part of the reason why he had asked her to accompany him. Her near perpetual sphere of happiness was just a bonus he was going to have to live with. Despite this, it didn't stop the small snort that escaped him in a cloud Of white. "I'm just... worried... What if I completely mess up this whole hunting assessment? I don't understand why my father asked the Alpha to give me this sort of assignment. I don't really... Connect with anyone else. ."

Cassidy's eyes lit up as if she had just accomplished something very difficult. Her brother didn't normally come out of his shell and admit so readily that he was worried, not even to her. "Exactly! You're so down and stressed that I can't help it. You should be happy that Father has spoken so highly of you to Thatcher. The Alpha is showing trust in the opinion of his second and in turn is trusting you with something very important. He would never trust me with something as major as testing young werewolves... Maybe he is trying to give you confidence to try and move up in the ranks." Cassidy piped cheerfully, Jumping up to her paws and shaking out her coat vigorously, dislodging any snow that had had the thought to hitchhike. "Why deny a bit of sunshine?" She asked brightly, once again turning towards the distant recruits and starting off at a trot, her tail held high.

After a moment, Hutch bounded After her retreating figure, gently biting at her neck as he passed by, prompting them into both running again. "It's night time Cass." He said with one of his rare chuckles.

"Exactly why it is called for!" The she wolf said in a matter of fact tone. "There's nothing quite like the happiness you get from making your brother forget his worries momentarily." Her head tilted back slightly, her mental laughter strong enough that a barking version of the noise escaped her maw, bubbling up towards the night sky.

"well if you want that happiness to continue, you better shut your mouth before you scare off all the prey on the entire mountain." Hutch growled over his shoulder, receiving a cheeky and completely silent grin in return that made him shake his head ruefully, but smile softly when he was sure his sister couldn't see him doing so.

But soon, sooner than he would have liked, Hutch found himself sinking back into his surly mood from earlier, his thoughts drifting back into all of his concerns. For if Cassidy was right and their father was trying to push him into challenging for a higher rank, a fight between them would break out inevitably. He wasn't concerned with rising in the pack hierarchy, content with living his life in the middle, showing his dominance just enough to not attract an endless amount of fights, but not giving into the pressure of becoming submissive and sinking to the bottom of the pack where he would be guaranteed to end up The target of someone else's frustration. Growl rumbling silently in his throat, the white and black werewolf pushed himself up onto the crest of a low hill, coming to a slow stop as the land fell away before him in a sheer cliff that looked out over an indentation within the side of the mountain where his people called home.

The village, Snowden, wasn't very large in comparison to the nearby Colorado city, but Hutch could have named every single soul that lived within its secretive boundaries. He had touched most of their minds with his own thoughts as they ran together as wolves. He could have counted the completely human inhabitants on one hand, something that would have been impossible within the city boundaries. The Alpha of the Snowden pack of werewolves hadn't wanted to put his family through The added stress of trying to keep their condition a secret from the humans by putting them in a city as other packs had chosen to do... He didn't want to restrict the changing of their shapes as they desired... He didn't want them to feel like monsters.

Releasing a slow controlled sigh, Hutch flickered his thoughts towards the new wolves, tasting some of the disappointment and anticipation from the emotions that they had yet to learn to keep from leaking over their thoughts with every connection. With that touch, the reminder of his task washed over him again, his body turning away from the village and plunging him back into the forest.

Hours had seemed to drag by as the wolves had steadily threaded their way down the mountain side, searching for prey that had fled from the storm. It wasn't until they were nearly to the ground level when they discovered a herd of deer grazing on tender shoots of grass, The younger wolves excitedly working together haphazardly to separate a large buck from the others, Hutch doing his best to guide their actions with comments and images, gaining additional insights after prompting Cassidy to do so. Finally, as the sky was beginning to lighten to a pale grey tinged with pink, Hutch at last allowed himself to feel a surge of pride as he watched the trio of newcomers overcome the struggling deer, The animal sinking to the ground amidst a mass of grey and brown fur.

Suddenly uncomfortable with the swell of emotions, the Black and white werewolf turned his head to look down at his sister, shuffling his paws. "can I trust you to watch them until I return?" He asked her, watching an expression of surprise cross her face before she nodded once.

"where are you going?" Cassidy queried curiously, tilting her head to one side.

He had to think quickly for a moment before he found his excuse, already turning towards the forest. "I am going to check the border while we're here, give the young ones a chance to enjoy their first kill without me watching over their shoulders.

The look of confusion that had been coloring her expression faded away at his words, her ready acceptance of his excuse refreshing. She blinked her golden eyes at him once before she sank to her haunches in the snow free grass, turning her attention back to the feast. One last thought was sent his way as Hutch vanished into the trees. "be safe.."

The quick snick-snicking of his nails over the surface of yet another mostly buried Boulder was the only company that followed the white wolf as he wove his way around and through the sea of ever thinning trees, his thoughts focused on unknotting the tension lacing The muscles in his back and neck. Despite the enticing shadows of the trees that were just starting to acquire their true colors, he seemed to prefer avoiding them and allowing the sunlight to dance over his glossy thick fur. For a moment, his vibrant blue eyes flickered towards the sound of fluttering wings and his body paused with one paw lifted in the act of taking a step. Head turning slowly as he watched the startled bird flee into the sky. Hutch then let out a soft snort before continuing his wandering.All at once, without any warning, the undergrowth and trees suddenly fell away into a large field of early spring wildflowers that were finally starting to bloom after the long months of winter. Blinking a few times, he stumbled to a halt and looked around slowly, giving his tail a few flicks before he approached cautiously, tilting his large ears forward. Once he was a foot or so away from the first of the flowers, he stopped again and tilted his head to the side, considering the delicate white and purple petals. Then he snorted, trailing forward into the sweet smelling mass and sank to his belly with a sigh, resting his chin on one of his heavy front paws before he closed his eyes, taking the time he needed to work the bubbling anger out of his system before he returned home.
Yaaaay! I'm so excited about this! Thanks for wanting to get back into role-playing with me! :D
@ThatWeirdChick

I absolutely loved your post! Just thought I should let you know. ❤️
"on the contrary." Cinead retorted, once again tracing circles with his thumb on the back of her hand. "I find it very difficult to read you. Although," he mused, "that is getting easier..." He admitted, carefully watching her face as he spoke. "And I ask because I still don't know. I'm finding it difficult to understand how... how it is that you are excepting this situation so... calmly. You've just discovered that the man you have been spending your time with isn't really human. And then that same dragon claimed you as his mate..." The corners of his mouth turned down at this point, eyebrows pulling together in the middle, giving him a rather troubled expression.
@The Elvenqueen

Honestly, I have no room to complain. I took several months on my last post! Ha ha! But really, take your time. Especially since life has been crazy. Write when you feel like it. :)
David Hawthorn


Age: 23, July 16th

Gender: Male

Appearance: being more on the short and stocky side of builds, David ends up standing at about 5'8", give or take a few centimeters. He has broad shoulders, a square jaw, and evident muscles from keeping his body in shape. He keeps his hair in a relatively short cut, though it still tends to stick up in a cal-lick in the front, and is a medium sandy brown in color streaked in a few places by a lighter almost blonde. Below somewhat thick eyebrows, his eyes are a more rounded shape with light blue irises shot through with a handful of light golden brown spots. He has full lips for a man, a long nose, and broad calloused hands. When he smiles, A dimple pops out in his right cheek.

David's wardrobe tends to lean more towards comfort and ease rather than fashion. He highly favors A simple pair of jeans or khakis paired with solid colored cotton T-shirts. These Will usually be one of three colors: black, dark blue, or his favorite shade of teal. A sturdy pair of hiking boots, a wide dark leather bracelet tooled with fern leaves around his left wrist, and a well loved canvas backpack complete his ensemble.

Personality: Normally, he is a fairly happy go lucky person, willing to take life as it happens. But he has a downside of having a short temper and a stubborn streak as long as a mile. He gets pretty obsessive when he has a project or goal he is working towards and doesn't know when to say no, Even when faced with impossible odds. He has a tendency to be a bit sarcastic at times and loves having something to joke about. This usually has the tendency for him to be slow to take things seriously, but becomes almost obsessively stern and to the point when the seriousness is realized.

Bio: The only Child of Clyde and Akiko Hawthorn, David grew up with his parents trying to walk a fine line between spoiling him rotten and giving him a good work ethic. As a result, he was given almost anything he asked for, but was required to earn it's keep. His father being an engineer and his mother a Pokémon breeder, he learned quickly to both love and appreciate technology and Pokémon alike.

David was born in the region of Sinnoh and lived a relatively comfortable life in the heart of Jubilife City, Though he wasn't old enough to appreciate it at the time. With his father being one of the top scientists in the Pokétch Company, he was exposed to the latest technology on a frequent basis. His father often tested ideas and gadgets with David, explaining how they worked and what the purpose was supposed to be. On the other hand, he often was privileged to accompany his mother to work as well, Becoming intimately familiar with rare Pokémon and what did or didn't qualify as good qualities to have in a variety of species. Consequently, this started a fire in David at a young age, fueling a dream of becoming a Pokémon trainer as soon as possible.

His parents had other plans. They were both very protective of their child, his mother more so than his father, To the point where she was most likely a bit too overprotective. She strongly disagreed with the culture of Sinnoh that encouraged children as young as ten to submit an application to become a trainer and easily convinced her husband to except a job opening offered to him in the region of Kanto. So shortly after David's fifth birthday, The small family moved to their new home in The sprawling metropolis city of Saffron. Barely a year had gone by before his mother discovered that the troubling trend of sending out mere children was also strong in her home region and efforts were immediately made to move from Saffron as soon as possible.

Eventually, the Hawthorns settled in the bustling central city of Edenvale, his father settling in at the Eden Corporation and his mother establishing her own daycare center and breeding services. The best part about living in the Akasia region for them: no one was allowed to become a Pokémon trainer until they were legally an adult. Fears of their son traveling out into the wilderness alone put aside for the moment, Clyde and Akiko began grooming David for a promising career as a scientist like his father.

And they probably would have succeeded too if David hadn't made a best friend out of Harper Bailey, a strong young trainer that had recently set out on her own challenge and commissioned David's mother for an Eevee... witnessing her fire and excitement about traveling around Akasia rekindled an almost forgotten flame of a similar desire within David. Gradually, but steadily, he was completely consumed by the desire to leave almost everything he knew behind and travel on his own personal Pokémon journey, overcoming trials and challenges along the way. And though his parents pleaded, begged, and even made outrageous bargains, David's stubborn streak would not allow him to give up on his remembered dream and he determinedly pushed forward and submitted an application to become a Pokémon trainer. His parents did eventually except this inevitability, even offering him one of his mother's Eevee, But David has reached a resolution about following the customs of what he considers to be his home region, traveling to Karringo, the Home of Professor Jacaranda, in order to have his very first Pokémon partner choose him.

Pokémon: ...
This is a fabulously wonderful Pokémon adventure between PaperCranes and myself! ❤️
@ThatWeirdChick

I'd love to! :D
^ The above statement still holds true. Even though it has been such a long time since I last gave this a nudge to the top. We'll see if anything becomes of it. :,
@The Elvenqueen

Computers really do hate you. You were having problems with your laptop last time we talked. Bummer. I'm sorry.

i'm glad to hear you've been good otherwise though! And take your time. I know how that can be, trying to write on a phone.
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