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Writer | Registered: Feb 25, 2007 11:48
I write things (not that I share most of it).
I mostly use this page to post pretty drawings I get of my characters/various characters I gather up and eventually have plans for.
I mostly use this page to post pretty drawings I get of my characters/various characters I gather up and eventually have plans for.
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A short sample (or: time to break that writer's block)
6 years ago
Hello there, anyone that happens to read these.
I'm slowly working on a short story, featuring my mostly fuzzy mongoose/Zangoose-morph, Rikki. And by slowly, I mean when I can get out of my own way to actually put thoughts to word doc. As such, here is a small exert, which will most likely be one of the opening paragraphs once I decide on an actual structure and overall length of it all. Hope you enjoy, even if I'm sure its terrible already xD
'Posture, Tora-Chan. As both a warrior and a lady, always remember proper stance and posture.' It was a familiar thought from what seemed like a lifetime ago, but it was something that always went through Rikki's head when she prepared to train. It brought a smile to her lips, as she made sure her hakama was situated correctly, and her chest bound properly. Having been what amounted to a vagrant for most of her long life, Rikki never had many possessions, besides clothing, to actually call her own. One such thing was the scabbard fastened at her side, along with the sword contained within it, a katana. It was something she considered to be her prized possession, a gift from her Sensei on his original deathbed, and she had refused to give it up as long as she lived. Now a days, having a steady home life, she didn't feel she had to worry about it vanishing on her, but still kept it locked up for safe keeping, only taking it out to have on her when she trained, as a reminder of what she had, for a long time, considered some of the happiest years of her life.
I'm slowly working on a short story, featuring my mostly fuzzy mongoose/Zangoose-morph, Rikki. And by slowly, I mean when I can get out of my own way to actually put thoughts to word doc. As such, here is a small exert, which will most likely be one of the opening paragraphs once I decide on an actual structure and overall length of it all. Hope you enjoy, even if I'm sure its terrible already xD
'Posture, Tora-Chan. As both a warrior and a lady, always remember proper stance and posture.' It was a familiar thought from what seemed like a lifetime ago, but it was something that always went through Rikki's head when she prepared to train. It brought a smile to her lips, as she made sure her hakama was situated correctly, and her chest bound properly. Having been what amounted to a vagrant for most of her long life, Rikki never had many possessions, besides clothing, to actually call her own. One such thing was the scabbard fastened at her side, along with the sword contained within it, a katana. It was something she considered to be her prized possession, a gift from her Sensei on his original deathbed, and she had refused to give it up as long as she lived. Now a days, having a steady home life, she didn't feel she had to worry about it vanishing on her, but still kept it locked up for safe keeping, only taking it out to have on her when she trained, as a reminder of what she had, for a long time, considered some of the happiest years of her life.
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Accepting Trades
Yes Accepting Commissions
Yes Character Species
Shapeshifter
Favorite Music
A lot
Favorite Gaming Platforms
Playstation and Nintendo, with a side of PC
Favorite Animals
Fluffy things
Favorite Quote
Don't blink

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I have a Cerberus Sona, with a pretty cute little story, little sad but turns out so nice xD