@Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo
Hey-oooooh! Who wants to kick it with Shuri-sama and do some cutesy supernatural creature shipping?
Hey-oooooh! Who wants to kick it with Shuri-sama and do some cutesy supernatural creature shipping?
sHURI
WE HAVE AN RP
GOD
it is very hot wow an entire minute bUT SHURI
THAT'S RIGHT I FORGOT ABOUT SHIP BOIS!!!!!
Do you want to do this or continue with our old one?
Or both?
I would be glad to do this one
If you're not tired of me yet
EMI I COULD NEVER GROW TIRED OF YOU AS FAR AS I KNOW!?!?
AFAYK? Da hecc?
Alrighty if you say so ^-^
So, what themes? Ships? Slice of Life? Urbsn Fantasy? Sci-Fi? You decide…
Oooo you know what I like Shuri-Kun
What, Emi-senpai???
Is it magic fluff?
Yaaas
YEET!
Should we dive right in? Or templates?
I do not care
Dive right in it is!!!
Yeeee!
Sstting?
I don't care eiiiitherr
Just not a strip club
Yes. Okay.
Zerin wandered the gravelly forest road with an eager gait, but a depressed expression upon his face. He took out his notepad, starting to write, searching for the grove of trees and river with the perpetual breeze running through. That was his Zen spot.
Xaiver had mounted his horse. It whinnied under him happily, clopping its feet. He hadn't ridden in ages, though he wasn't much of a rider, he still enjoyed it. He glanced around, then down at his cloak, which was a shimmery light blue with his family crest on it. He reached up and tore off the badly sewn patch of the crest, smiling. He'd always had been a rebellious prince. He lashed the reins and his horse set off at a steady pace, sending his long platinum blonde hair aflutter in the wind.
Zerin, being the wary type, heard a commotion along the woods. Apparently someone was riding a horse.
He scurried to a hidden bush to observe.
His scarf almost got caught in the process, and his daggers brushed against a few leaves.
(I hope you don't mind the prince thing)
Xavier hummed as he and his horse trotted along the path. It was pretty rocky, so he kept an eye on the path in case there was a rock that'd trip up his horse. But he'd taken this one in particular because it was good on rockier paths. He shut his forest-green eyes, enjoying the steady breeze and the whisper of the wind.
(We're doing medieval then? Because that works for Zerin here, who frequently hops through space, time and dimensions.)
Icey-looking but emotive eyes scanned the young man, apparently royalty of some sort. Zerin put away his notepad quickly, almost instantly cured of his depression.
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