User talk:Yoshitron

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Yoshitron's Main Talk Page

Hello,everybody!This is my MAIN talk page area,where you can leave comments,questions,etc.Nixonia and I are writing an RP together(see below).We just started,so there's not much to read yet,but hope for some more!If you need anything,please type it in the space below!Thanks,and bye!


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Nixonia and Yoshitron's RP

It was a cold, snowy day in the island of Dixbury, and many villagers were hiding about in their little, snuggily-warm houses. (Is snuggily a word?!) While most of the people resting, there was a girl about the age of 12 wandering through the village. "Ah, Arma. You don't have to worry-I'm completely fine." Arma is her right-hand partner who is-nothing more-than a large raven. Arma screeches fondly as the young girl strokes it.

The cold weather does not help the other villagers;they are safe(or so they think)in their warm,snuggily(!) houses.


"Ya know, Arma, we should be resting by now. I know I'm immune to the cold and all - but we should save our energy for obvious reasons!" The girl smiled widely like she always did to everyone else. Smiling is her way of hiding everything about how she feels for others.

At the exact same time,a boy is walking down a snow-crusted path, a small twink in his large,blue eyes.He approaches his suspicious home;talking with a shadowy stranger."Yes,we have secured the location of her.Yes...with her raven,too..."The boy is seen nodding.And as he walks out of his cold,quiet home,the boy looks up at the evening stars...

Arma cawed suspiciously around the village. "You're right Arma - We aren't safe. We were never safe, actually. No matter where we go, we're always being hunted down." Soon, her hands were on her knees. "Yeah. I'm tired, too." And again, she smiled widely.

The girl had eyes darker than the color black, and she wore her favorite chocolate - brown robe, as always. It seemed as if she was wearing brown all over her. Dark colors are her favorite. Black, brown, gray - you name it, though, she appreciates white. Her hair was the same color as her eyes - just more glossy - and was pulled to a very low and loose ponytail. A few hair strands stuck out.