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The True Story Begins (Poplar's Story)

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the ensane cat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

well I'M JUST SITING EDMIERING MY DOG and all thisudin my cat jumps on my face!! and i thank that's
weerd bekus my cat just sleeps all day whate am i still tolking i tolk way to much!...whel do you thank its weerd for a cat that sleeps all day and whille your playing with your dog it jumps on your face and skraches you to deth...that's not normel. is it?

I NEED HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't now haw to do enything on this game. cood you plees help me?
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The Aftermath (Closed RP between Poplar and Wendingo)

(Taking place after Wendingo's conversation with Crucio. Location: The Birch by De Drinkplaatz.)
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When Things Go Wrong (A Poplar's Resistance story)

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A Writing. Maybe a development, not sure.

Trees swayed, branches cracked, foliage rustled. The consistent rumble of his approach was often startling. It wasn't meant to be, but the freighter of a deer was just so bulky! He parted trees like Moses parted water, foliage flattening beneath hooves the size of a fawn's head, or so it seemed. Well, he was just a regular Moose, right? Nah.

As the being broke the treeline, his head swung beneath a branch. Great big antlers branched from atop a crown with a pair of the LONGEST ears you have ever seen on a cervid. Donkey's ears... on an Alaskan Moose... Who woulda thought?



Don't get your hopes up.

Story thing

(This is the story thing of my character, Drake.
Please feel free to give me some advice on how to improve my writing Smiling )



Shivering the newborn male baby felt himself being picked up from the comfort of his mother’s arm and he feebly flailed his arms.
He heard a deep voice grunt and he opened his faded blue eyes and he saw himself being carried through a passageway, the male carrying him he couldn’t make out since there appeared to be no source of light, minus the spiky hair of the male which was glowing a faded blue color.




Finally after what appeared to be an hour the baby could see a glowing light ahead, his eyesight was fading and he felt his body start to change.
He squirmed and screamed in fear as he found one eye was completely blind and his other he could hardly see through.
He closed his eyes, wishing he could open them and he could see again when the man gently placed him on cold stone, whispered something he could make out as a good luck, tucked a feather behind his tiny ear, and left him behind.




For a few seconds he was silent, then screamed when his body started to dramatically change.
His legs became thinner, longer, and fur started to sprout everywhere.
He felt no change to his face but the rest of his tiny body began taking the form of a newborn fawn.
Thankfully, the feather his father had given him was still there. With his not completely blind eye he squinted at it and saw what looked like a straight, black feather. (The feather of a raven)



”Where……where am I?” He breathed, a little surprise he had the ability to talk. Heck, he was surprised he knew how to talk! He shook his head, as if to shake all the worry and questions from his head and set off to explore beyond the ruins of what appeared to be a temple of some kind.

Do you really see?

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To The Forest,| Hell and Haven (A Poplar's Resistance Story)

Under the cut. Something for EVERYONE to read, not just those who know her. Inner-plot related thoughts here.
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