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okay so this is just a small contest... I ran out of ideas for an outfit.. sorry karin..
Rules: Make a design or draw her (traditionally or digitally)
Okay so here is who you have to draw
Yuki (yuyuchan~) Was created 5 years ago( fist her name was Sam then Yuki) Thats how long i worked on project HW (Hollow'sWings)its copyrighted
You have to design a new outfit for her i need something that is dark but nice not soo cute okay.
i guess i should tell you about Yuki Myou Verry Fuzen ahhahaa noo shes not Japanese original last name is---> Vladimir so...shes sorta Russian. well you see she moved because she was adopted by her god father lets call him that who wanted her.. the first time he saw her he he wanted a daughter.. having 5 sons was a pain for him.. Yuki later took the last name.. her father really enj
RP Post- Taking a Chance- p15Dean tensed up at the mention of Clay. At first his mind jumped that this dog may be allied with him, but Little Thing only mentioned that the stranger knew him. Clay was probably acquainted with many dogs. Maybe this dog wished to be a Follower, and Little Thing got spooked and attacked unexpectedly. But there was also the chance Little Thing was right that the intruder wanted to harm Sencha and the pups, and the small dog was defending The Circle.
He nodded to Harley and let her stand beside Little Thing. It was probably better a female dog speak to her than him, and someone had to keep an eye on her. Dean turned his attention to the new dog, a female tan colored spaniel.
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Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
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