T h e i m a g i n a r y f r i e n d ' s ~

When I was little I used to dream about being in Forests and had a thing about foxes. I loved them, still do now, but I used to dream about them and wake up and pretend they were still there. However, it was in my room where no one could judge me for it LOLOL

Ever tried making a shadow puppet on your wall?

Yes, I did that. My hand was my imaginary friend basically. I used to make it look like a fox against my wall and give them voices and they'd be some thing to talk too.

I swear I'm not mental, I was little. Very little! Well yes this is about it really.. Oh yes and I used to make my hands like dolphin's when I was in the bath.. Recently, I spoke about this to a friend.

So yes, I used to make my hands talk as if they were Foxes. I'm so glad no-one caught me out when doing it.
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Written by 'the foxes.'

Finally, the site said that the stole Misako and all the things you wanted deleted, and I still can not stop popping up so delete the linketja Misako and we are not foreigners but the Hungarians
now leave us alone! Thanks! -.-

Written for the "Imaginary friend" challenge!
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I rode that horse for miles in my sleep.

That massive black stallion was quick as the wind, and when those great raven's wings at his sides rose up, he tested the gods with his speed. It was all I could do to hold on.

He galloped through lands never seen before by mere human eyes, and took to the skies to see above the clouds, straddling worlds as he tumbled and rolled in the air and then came plummeting back to the earth, forming whirlwinds in his wake. His wild red eyes chased away ghosts and tamed the wildest of monsters into submission. He was gentle to the kind and pure of heart, though; he was no cruel beast, but rather a defender, and a friend loyal to the death. Freed from the plastic that encased his spirit, he was no longer a frail, hollow shell. His breath was fire, and his laughter was like thunder. And he was mine, though I was nothing so grand as an owner or a rider; I was a witness.


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I think I went a bit wild dramatizing this... tell me what you think. xD
It *was* inspired by my imaginary adventures with a black, winged horse I named Starfire when I was about 6. All of this actually started with a toy of mine, a plastic black horse with red eyes. And I saw a book about a horse called Starfire, and it just seemed to fit, so that was his name. He was the biggest horse ever, with giant black wings, and he became mine, so he let me ride him and join him on adventures all over the world. I remember making up a bunch of other pegasi(? Is there a plural for pegasus?) of all sorts of colors, but he was the one I 'played' with the most, or had interacting with the others rather than giving them major roles in my stories. He was just the coolest one to me xD

Tanarus was showing off to a friend and cast off his mask... but it saved and now he can't get it back... can someone help him get the real deer mask?

Please and thank you? ^^'

Hello, there. ^_^

I was just surfing the internet with the forest playing in the background.

All of a sudden I heard a splash from the pond. I quickly minimized the browser window and found myself in the pond. I dunno how I got there or how erratic my deer's behavior looked before I found out I was moving. XD

Have any of you ever done that before?

[=10] Let's try this again.


To Do:
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-halloween trades
-trade for Lu
-(2) trades
-walter for verdalas
-requests
-chibis (an ongoing project)
-I know I'm forgetting something
-sum bebes
-kaobus
-crabwalk kao

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For my writing challenge, a story about my imaginary friend when I was a child. Please feel free to participate as well, I'd love to read a story about your imaginary friend when you had one (or if you still do).

My imaginary friend was named Cat Chris, and was an anthropomorphic feline character who had impressive speed and reflexes. He fought against an evil character named Slimeco, who inspired the earliest stages of Iugulare's infection. So you'll see infected creatures pop up in the story, but from a different villain than Iugulare.

Anyway, enjoy.

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The distant shore was slowly approaching in the early morning light. He stood on the edge of the boat, another ferrying him across. It was an island of horrors, as it harbored many production plants by that evil being named Slimeco. It was one source for many of the infected creatures that had begun spreading throughout the world. The facility needed to be shut down, or else Slimeco's domination of Earth would continue to spread.

He needed to be careful here. The island was crawling with infected creatures, all who would love to capture and infect Slimeco's enemy. Even the waters teemed with infected whales and dolphins. They watched the boat close by, unsure whether to attack or to wait. He was lucky they didn't knock him off the boat.

He can't swim. One of the few weaknesses of being a cat.

His feline ears perked and twitched, listening for any signs of danger. His eyes were locked on the distant horizon - green eyes with slit pupils. His fur was golden with brown stripes that lined his cheeks and arms. He wore loose clothing much like a martial artist, with some supplies on his belt. The less he had to carry, the faster he could be.

The boat drifted to the shore.

[=crimson]Hnn… It has been a long time since my silence has last broken. Perhaps months, if not at least half a year have gone by since anything of substance has occurred. Today has not proved to be much different from the rest within this year.

The morning had been spent, uprooting weeds from around the ruins. With how often these bloody hooves upturn and arrange the ruin grounds, it continues to be a surprise when outbreaks of weeds litter the sacred lands. Once the ground appeared respectable again, I chose to rest beside my dear Laghodessa’s grave. Toward high noon, a few unwelcome faces turned up.

I suppose they call it Murphy’s Law… I thought I’d never see those clowns again. Aves, Daiki… An unemotional scholar and a… well… whatever he is. Then there is that fawn… always teary eyed and hiding at the corner of my eyes. I hardly ever hear him actually speak, but the other clowns have mentioned his name. Orion.

Hnn… Orion was the one to speak for the three today.

He mentioned that a certain abomination…
Spill…
Has somehow returned from the land of death.

Hnn… The disgusting creature…
If I see him again, I will deal with him.

They dispersed after leaving their message, and I came out of rest. With a bow and a nuzzle, I left Laghodessa and began to walk for the lake.

Hnn… It seems that these old joints have not seen any action lately, and have grown stiff. I’ll need some exercise. It didn’t take long before a fawn began to bleat in my face. It took a toll on my patience to deal with it politely. Soon I chose a tree to rest beneath, and with the passing of a short time, I was joined by Ourania.
Ourania, it has been too long. It is good to see you again.

She left after a short while and I finished my walk to the lake and took a drink. I noticed a pain welling up in my ankles and walked thru the creek to the main body of the lake and sat there. That fawn continued to follow me everywhere.

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