LonelyKimiko
3rd Level Indigo Feather
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sounds......interesting 😀 .
koopacooper said:"Insert kitten here"
>_< Roffle.
*Applauds* BRILLIANT!!! 😀blackmagicjack said:Why don't we insert the kitten in safer place. Like here for instance:
--- The sable kitten stalked across the room, eyes blazing with excitement from this evening. Dancing in half remembrance of the night, she batted her keys into a corner to be franticly searched for in the morn. What was this energy that filled her? Was she out with her beau or lass? No, not at all...she had been at work. Work you say, How droll. But at work she was as a dancer, weaving her way through the crowd. Slinger of drinks, providing libation to all. Goddess and servant to all before her. Her flirty and charming manner spellbound them, their lust for drink filled her pockets. She was a queen here. Then the clock chimed it's hour and sleep claimed her subjects. Yet she was still giddy with the vibe of the evening. "What now?" she half purred, half growled. She spied light reflecting off a square peice of glass, the entryway to her phantom kingdom. Leisurely removing a few pieces of uncomfortable clothing, she then pounced upon her chair. Beginning the ritual that would take her across to this second land where she held sway, she smiled. The Gothic Kitten Princess of Muffins was born ---
blackmagicjack said:Why don't we insert the kitten in safer place. Like here for instance:
--- The sable kitten stalked across the room, eyes blazing with excitement from this evening. Dancing in half remembrance of the night, she batted her keys into a corner to be franticly searched for in the morn. What was this energy that filled her? Was she out with her beau or lass? No, not at all...she had been at work. Work you say, How droll. But at work she was as a dancer, weaving her way through the crowd. Slinger of drinks, providing libation to all. Goddess and servant to all before her. Her flirty and charming manner spellbound them, their lust for drink filled her pockets. She was a queen here. Then the clock chimed it's hour and sleep claimed her subjects. Yet she was still giddy with the vibe of the evening. "What now?" she half purred, half growled. She spied light reflecting off a square peice of glass, the entryway to her phantom kingdom. Leisurely removing a few pieces of uncomfortable clothing, she then pounced upon her chair. Beginning the ritual that would take her across to this second land where she held sway, she smiled. The Gothic Kitten Princess of Muffins was born ---