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This is a 1x1 between Hunting Leopard and Blades of Fire! Please don't post, but feel free to follow along! |
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Name: Pierce Gender: Male Age: 13 years Power: shapeshifting, can control weather; specifically storms, Reading Minds Appearance: Pierce have bright, sky blue eyes with one scarred over, making him blind in it. Has deep brown hair, although it's usually gray in his other forms. He is usually seen wearing a black sweatshirt with long, gray pants. Personality: Pierce is calm, yet is very easily agrovated. Just like a storm. He is very stubborn, but if something seems off, he might change form and protect everyone Likes: dark spaces, cold temperature, space Dislikes: the sun, water, other people(introverted) Other: has tried to strike himself with lightning before |
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Edited at April 29, 2024 03:34 PM by Blades of Fire
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Name:Skylar Gender:Male Age:14.5 years old Role: Thunder Group Leader Power: Lightning and AnimalShifter Appearance(2 sentences) at least Dark brown hair with blue eyes and lean but muscular. Tan skin with a few scars on his shoulder. Personality(2 sentences) at least Kind and Generous. Protective and Energetic. Likes: Tacos, Hunting and Fighting. Dislikes:Swimming, Being Mean, Bully's Other: |
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I trot through the forest, my tail held high and my eyes flashing, looking for my pretend-prey. I slow to a stop, my nose raised. "Where are you..." I look around, frustrated. Skylar is good at hidding, I know that. But I'm good at seeking... |
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I look at Pierce through the bush and sneak around into a tree turning into a shadow and looking at him." You'll never find me." I whisper and jump to the next tree being as silent as a mouse not talking |
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I freeze as the shadows move. Its my target. I shift to a tiger, my pelt blending in and my steps silent. "Oh, yes I will..." I sneer teasingly, crouching. I let my senses travel, picking up every sound in the forest. I pick up the rustle of bushes as my target moves farther away. I pad through the forest, not making a sound as I close in on Skylar. I crouch, ready to spring into the shadows. |
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Fall 
Day Weather: 
Hurricane
