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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 17, 2016 17:53:15 GMT -5
I just finished The book Where The Red Fern Grows made me cry and now I really want to roleplay it. Would anyone be interested in this?
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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 17, 2016 22:09:41 GMT -5
She stood at the edge of the river in her dark blue slim-fit overalls and her long-sleeved, white, cotton, collared button-down shirt with her sleeves rolled up past her elbows. Her overalls had a few small holes at the knees and waist and her semi-tall leather boots were worn at the front with the fabric torn, but with no holes. Her elbow-length, sun-blonde hair was pulled in a high poinytail and her face and hands were smudged with dirt. She cupped her hands in the water and splashed at her face, the crisp, cold water refreshing in the hot October sun. Auria (our-ree-a) stood and began toward her house then paused, remembering not a night before she'd run away. Her parents didn't think it was good for a girl to be hunting, no doubt they thought she couldn't do it. She'd brought three young Welsh Springer Spaniels home a morning ago and her parents had practically exploded. She'd spent 65 dollars on those beauties, two boy dogs and one girl dog, it'd taken her a while to gather that much money, she'd saved all her allowance, grown extra crops and gathered one egg from each of their hens without her parents knowing to bring to them market. She'd also sold her best cotton dress and some of her ribbons. She made her way to the little tent tucked away deep in the forest, not far from the river. Her three little dogs whined and scrambled over to her when she came in sight and Auria happily pet their heads and took their greeting licks.
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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 18, 2016 8:07:39 GMT -5
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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 18, 2016 23:22:11 GMT -5
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Post by Quailfeather on Nov 19, 2016 16:51:49 GMT -5
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