Ozzities

This whole month had been difficult for Dia. The beginning of the month showed promise; she had gotten adopted by Heulwen, finally, at the age of six. Everyone knew that a future founded in a family not biologically her own would come to fruition. She was still a Stump, and with big gleaming eyes of childish glee how could anyone cast a glance away? For someone sprouted from a system of unforgiving punishment, she was otherwise unhardened by a world seemingly unknown. And for someone who sprouted from an egg within the confines of rot and filth, an endemic sickness plaguing her life there on with a special kind of cruelty, she could only find herself focusing on the now. No worry of the future, no memory of the past. And now, she had gained a family. She couldn't have expected that for herself, nor could she imagine herself curled beside the warmth of siblings. The comfort and safety permeating off of the tufted fur of Heulwen, the surprise softness where her siblings had none, was

PxddinFox The bar 'scene' wasn't really for Hedera, but she thought she could at least get out of her boutique for a moment while her Pyroar's were sleeping and so was Arrow. She could leave for a bit while it was late. Nothing could go wrong, right? It was just a bar where people sometimes went to get laid or drink, she could just drink when she went. No socializing, just some time to herself where she could clear her mind. Sitting at a stool at the far end of the bar in a corner, the Ninetales looked at the filled bar and felt her face scrunch. It was way more filled than she thought and she hated it. Feeling her face go bad to its neutral

Rp between me and snubby25 (https://www.deviantart.com/snubby25) My word count: 949 Her word count: 1107 She needed to stop being dramatic, everything was going to be fine. She was just going to talk to Lysander, nothing big. Jogging over to the bleachers, she stopped in front of the stairs and took a deep breath, trying to not pass out. She looked like a mess and she already hated it, she felt her paranoia creeping up on her. She just needed to relax. "I am here-" She joked and laughed a bit, walking to Lysander she looked around a bit and sat down. "Heyo." The way she acted and spoke obviously radiated nervousness. Lysander has been waiting here ever since they agreed on it