Inactive!
This
Male
is Asexual
15 years years old
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Apr 10, 2016 23:40:00 GMT -5
Poe lumbered down the sidewalk, hunched over from the weight of his wings that were folded against his back. In his talons was a simple basket with a few books stacked carefully inside and a 'Librarby' card also lay inside the basket with the books that he carried. A small smile pulled over his mask-like face as he admired the books in the white basket with a girly bow.
He remembered that when he first was given the feminine basket by his stepsister before she went off to college. A hand-me-down. He would 'forget' it at home when he went to the library every weekend. But, after a while, he pushed his feelings aside about the basket and used it more and more to hold the books that he would bring back. The number of his withdrawn books would've grown in number if it weren't for the limit that they put on the card when you take out books.
His feet thumped lazily against the sidewalk as he stared down at the basket of his books absent-mindedly. He was so entranced by his selection of books (The Princess Bride by Goldman, Necrocomicon by Lovecraft, and some inspirational book on small-talk) that he didn't notice he was about to bump into someone.
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Monster!
This
Male
is Toriel
????? years old
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Apr 11, 2016 20:34:13 GMT -5
"Oof!" Cried a deep, echoing voice when Poe bumped into him. Stumbling forwards a little, the massive, hulking monster groaned some, his footsteps causing a loud thud with every step. Slowly, the horned beast began to turn around, looking over Poe. His face was shadowed, save for two piercing, glowing red eyes that would seem to pierce the soul of most humans. Two fangs were evident as the beast opened it's mouth some, a clawed hand reaching forward from underneath his cape. A deep sigh passed through the monsters nose, before he'd lay his hand on Poe's shoulder.
"Whoa there!" Asgore would speak, the light revealing his face now, the red eyes fading. "You should be more careful! Someone might get hurt next time." He'd say, as he pat Poe's shoulder lightly. Of course, Asgore was dressed in his Kingly armor and cape, coupled with his crown. He typically wore it during his outings, even if he didn't like to. He still had to maintain apperances for negotiations with the Humans.
Then, he realized, he didn't recognize this monster. Which, for Asgore, was quite a thing. He made a point to know all of his subjects by name at the very least. "Well, I haven't seen you before! Howdy. My name is Asgore. May I ask yours?"
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Inactive!
This
Male
is Asexual
15 years years old
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Apr 12, 2016 23:13:10 GMT -5
Poe's feathery fur ruffled in surprise to find himself bumping into another monster. Especially one that could be compared to what the humans called “the Hulk” in stature. Poe went ridged when he saw the monster reach out his claw. A soft voice started to stuttered from his mask-like face “A-Ah th-thorry, I-I wath...” He felt the claw make contact with his shoulder, his ears flattened back and he went silent; The sigh that came from the gigantic form was intimidating. Like an angry bull. But this perspective quickly changed when he heard how he spoke in a more casual fashion. Like how a neighbor would to another neighbor, the kind of neighbor you would entrust to hold your mail when you went on vacation.
Poe's initial nervousness faded away to make room for a new one. He just bumped into the King! He's always heard how he's a good guy. Really sweet. But...But...Royalty! It took Poe to a moment to register that King Asgore had asked for his name. Poe spoke in a relatively low voice, one that he tried to raise slightly so the King wouldn't strain to hear him. He also tried to control his lisp. With no luck, “I-I'm Poe C-Chauther. I-It'th a pleathure to meet you; King Athgore.”
Poe drummed his dark claws, that shared the same sheen as his feathery fur, against the handle of his basket to tame his nerves. His matte eyes trained everywhere but the King's face. He couldn't just stand there like an buffoon. Apolagize! Yes, that's what one usually does when they bump into another. “I am th-tho thorry for bumping into you l-like that. I-I never exthpected the K-King of Monthterth to be out on a thtroll.” He admitted timidly. Finally raising up the courage to look at his face.
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