Notes to RPers
- Anything can go really, just if it can effect Dulcie to the point of serious injury, please inform in a small OOC post before hand so I have time to accept or decline the action.
- Also, I am not Dulcie and Dulcie is not me. So please don't take offense to whatever she might do.
I was hired on the spot at a Dog Grooming salon as a washer. And have been working 6-8 hr days. Feels so great to have a job; tho I've tired as fuck after the day is over. Standing on my feet all day and working with my hands constantly. BUT it's so rewarding. ^-^
The place I work at is a family owned business and they love me already. I feel like apart of their family already and feel so comfortable there. This has been my dream job and I can't believe that it's all mine. <333
Alright, now I hate that I have so many characters and keeping track and rping with them all can be tough. So, I don't want to neglect Eve any more then I have too.
I will be making a plot idea for her.
She will be going back! Back to the forest where she came from, but I just don't want her to poof like she was never here, I do wish to keep her around some more and hopefully have her meet a few others.
The force that saved her from her early death so long ago will return her to the forest she had come from. She won't know why and how it happened, but soon the doe will gain the power to go back and forth as she pleases. WITH TIME, not just all of ah-sudden.
This is a HEADS UP that Eve's RP Blog will be active again. Keep your eyes on it.
Just want to post a sample of what a post would look like of Ntombi, and ask for some opinions. Should she just appear here in the forest? Was she originally a giraffe or a human? Is the forest her afterlife? Or just her beginning?
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sample Lowering her head down, nearly getting a face full of leaves, Ntombi was making her way into one of the forest meadows. The female didn't move to quickly, taking her time and pleasure as she patrolled these lands. All was still as this giant stepped over logs and over a few sleeping residents. Even if it appeared she was not minding each of her steps, the giraffe maneuvered with grace and poise unlike any other that wasn't shorter then the lowest branch. A small flock of crows each fell from a great pine, falling with great speed to the forest floor, but right before they made contact, each spread their wings and glided off to safety. This was noticed by the tall female, but nothing more; continuing to move past the trees. Soon, she was gone from the meadow and somewhere behind the trees.
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"Aynd you, what do you think ya are doying?
"Gobd bless ya, ah"
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Also, know any good resources to write in an African accent?