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Ella Lewis Another startling realization, they knew her name, albeit partially with her second name, but her name was still spoken. These people had done more than just kidnap a bunch of kids, Ella bit her trembling lip, reclining against the torn sheets, fingers smoothing over the rumpled bed...

Ella felt unsettled before she even came conscious, usually Jika was sprawled at awkward angles, gangly limbs and sharp claws bumping her side, often clawing over her chest. Strangely enough, there was nothing of the sort and Jika wasn’t the type to wake up early, favouring to accompany Ella...

Typing my post now; excited to get started!

Oh wow a map; things are looking so good, cannot wait to get started.

Name: Ella “El” Lewis Age: (11-18): 18 Gender: Female Appearance: Long brown hair that twists to her shoulders, typically tied together into a loose ponytail, dyed with a faded colour of purple, combing through the back. Her eyes are a pallid tone of emerald; lacking any sharpness or hardness...

Been awhile since being here, but would love to join though! Looks super interesting.

Oh wow this looks pretty good; will start on a sheet shortly.

I would love to squeeze myself in here, if there is anymore spots.

This sounds really interesting and potentially a good RP, so sign me up. *signs excitedly*

If anyone got any RP ideas/groups, hit me up. :D

Hope you got room for one more, because I'd definitely love to jump aboard.

Seeing no reason to keep her sword drawn, Arya promptly sheathed the blade, adjusting the sword onto her hip comfortably. Once satisfied with the result, she began to climb the tree, much like the two before her, although she found the climb pleasant, extending one hand here, digging her nails...

Ayra puffed her cheeks out somewhat childishly, to ‘Miss Move along’ and her lips thinning in what one could only describe as unamused by the conversations proceedings. “If something happens, you can’t blame me, since I voted to move.” She spoke to them both, but she wasn’t truly hurt by the...

“How fresh do you think the tracks are?” Ayra told inquired simply, stepping quietly into the clearing, leaving little noise when she shifted away from the forest path. “Shouldn’t we keep moving?” She argued, eyes roaming over the clear crystallized water, a welcoming sight against the dull...

A slight nervousness trembled through her, accented by the jittery hand that ghosted over the handle of her blade, fingers brushing warningly over the hilt. Her boots uncomfortably skittered across the debris, finding her way through the forest path, designated by the large footprints of those...