Sergeant Earthpaw RefName: Sergeant EarthpawFull Name: Earthpaw Wildurry TanscutSex: FemaleAge: Around her middle seasonsSpecies: HareHeight: TallWeight: N/APelt: A pale brown that lightens to a cream color on her belly.Fur Features: Her fur is slightly lighter on her muzzle, and darkens to a chocolate brown on her eartips.Eyes: Hazel flecked with goldBuild: Lean and athletic, though not overly muscled. Anyone who looks at her should be able to tell she was a fighting hare in her younger seasons. However, she does have a slight middle that she tends to hide.Scars: A large scar on her left leg, a slightly smaller scar on her side, and a nick in her right ear.About Her: Earthpaw is a kind creature, however, years of the Long Patrol left her a bit rough around the edges. She's quick to anger, and just as quick to apologize when she uses one sharp word too many. Like all hares, she has a horrendous appetite, and will eat any edible item placed within pawrange. During her stay at Redwall, she came t
CrucifixionYou want to burn your bridges?Fine.Fuel the blaze with our past;The nights I said "I love you"And sat next to you while weWatched the same horror movieFor the ten billionth time,The days I spent wanderingFields and holding your hand.I'll turn back the clock andPaint my face with ashes.My warcry will ring throughThe shadows left by our kissesWhen I dump all my love lettersInto the roiling ocean.It'll be the biggest crucifixion of love the world has ever seen.
Charmaine Anthro SheetName: CharmaineAge: 16Sex: FemaleSpecies: Feline/house cat (felis domesticus)Breed: MixedOrientation: BisexualD.O.B: May 18Sign: TaurusHeight: 5'5Weight: 134 lbsPelt: Pale gray with faint tabby stripes and tail-ringsMarkings/Features: Lighter gray eye-liner markings around her eyes, small black fur tufts on her ears, tip of her tail is a deep blackEyes: Green; one eye is a lighter shade than the otherEye Shape: RoundHair: Smokey gray with black tipsHair Length: Short, just barely reaches her jawHair Style: Shorter in the the back than in the front, two white feathers (one on each side of her head)Facial Shape: Round, but not really 'chubby'Build: Layer of baby fat that hasn't been worked off, not quite thin, but not quite fatScars: NoneTattoos: None yetOddities: Webbing between her fingers and toes, webbing on fingers reaches her first knuckle and is almost transparentHabits: She has a habit of biting her bottom lip and chewing on her cheeks. She also bites her na
RefusalMy spirit may be bent and twisted,But I refuse to let it be broken.
Shaking GroundEvery time I see your face,I want to scream my throat raw.My heart clenches in my chest,And it gets harder to breathe.I just can't let it go.I can't look at the future whileThe past keeps haunting me.I have to fight the urge to tryAnd apologize, to try and reconcile.I just want to patch things up,But it'd only make make shit worse.I want things to be stable again, But the ground won't stop shaking.
The Highlander, PrologueIt was a fine morning on the coasts. Seabirds called and wheeled in the skies, and below on the sands, a few young maids had persuaded their parents into letting them leave the fortress of Salamandastron to gather seashells that had washed up on the shore. The inside of Salamandastron was bustling with activity. Hares of all sizes and ages walked about, doing chores and other assorted tasks. One hare in particular, a strong looking male named Gorran, sat at the mess table bouncing his youngest offspring, Bellwen, on his knee. His other two children, two twin leverets named Isabeau and Tannel, sat on either side of them, eagerly watching their father."Och, mah wee bairns, if ye keep lookin' a' me so, ye'll stare the fur off mah hide, ye ken." Gorran said nonchalantly, his voice thick with the accent of all Highland creatures. Gorran had originally come from the Highlands, but had journeyed to Salamandastron in his younger seasons."Papa, you promised us a story." Isabeau said, frowning