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Archer He/Him
Posts: 4
Pronouns: He/Him
Rank [IC]: King's Courtier
Played By: Arkyls

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Let's do this!” With a lift of his brow, bright blue eyes looked beyond the horizon toward what would be parents den, undoubtedly filled with the young bodies and minds of his baby siblings. “I mean, it’s right there.” The voice filled the air as the black and white boy continued to stand, staring down the task he had given himself today. “You gotta do it, you made a promise, Archer.” A low mutter to himself as he continued to have an audible conversation to no one. Then there was a pause, nothing with the gentle chirp of a morning bird and the quiet breeze of Gemini tickled at his coat.

There is always tomorrow……” A lazy, nearly defeated look upon his face unfolded before a paw, firm and determined stomped at the ground, then he began shaking his head. “Right? Yeah.” Inhaling deep with a nod, Archer glanced around quickly to see that no one was nearby, as if he were about to do some embarrassing task that could not be seen by anyone. In fact it was quite the opposite.

There was another moment of hesitation before the wind uncharacteristically shifted around and managed to gust from behind, causing Archer to stumble forward nearly ungracefully as he groaned loudly. “FINE, OKAY!” His head raised to the sky as he looked at closely at the sun as he could without blinding himself, giving a scowl before it softened into a modest grin. His legs unplanted from the ground as he continued forward, giving himself a small shake and murmuring under his breath, “I AM going to love them, But kids are probably exhausting….” With a small exhale, "There is probably only like five." Yeah, right? That's a normal number.

Filling his lungs with air, Archer triumphantly strides into the den and bellows to wake any drowsy faces and sleepy heads. “AWWWOOOOOooooooGOOOOD morning!” Standing tall and with a wide grin, Archer looked down at the little bundles of fur that resembled his parents patterns. As his eyes continued to scan across them all he felt an inward panic at just how many he saw. How did mom have THIS MANY AGAIN???? Archer, struggling to maintain his composure, clearing his throat and continued.

I am Archer, your wonderful big brother who is here to…. do what brothers should do!” Smooth. “Which… I will tell you about in a second.” As they all began to stir awake and hopefully look towards him, he continued to feel sweat running down his back. God, it’s like an army.

So… first, tell me your names, ‘cause if you don’t I’m just going to give you one.” Jokes on you kids, he’ll do that anyway.

ooc: finally I DID THE THING. For all the new HATE 3.0 kids, adopted and the like! Come tackle Archer who just wants to love his ginormous family even if he probably won't remember everyone but he's trying his best. Mom & Dad are welcome to come too, since he just like.... busted in. Hope you guys weren't sleeping! If you were, sorry!!!!

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Zesiro Male
Posts: 2
Pronouns: Male

All Accounts Posts: 204
(This post was last modified: May 22, 2018, 12:57:19 AM by Zesiro.)

After years of shedding blood, sweat, and tears, the day had finally arrived—the day that he, Zesiro, First of his Name, would be crowned king. He stood tall, proudly looking upon the massive crowd before him, floating out as far as the eye could see. Each and every one of them watched him with admiration clear in their blank, captivated gazes. The sea cows, too, had been waiting long for this day to come.

Off to his right, an elderly sea cow with a long beard (made of what appeared to be seaweed) floated slowly towards him, carrying within its flippers the revered Jellyfish Crown. It took every ounce of strength within the young male not to break down at the sight. Words couldn't even begin to describe its beauty. Floating to a stop before him, the ancient creature gestured for him to bow his head, where the crown would soon be placed, cementing his status. Complying, Zesiro almost couldn't believe it. The crowd was mooing. The crown was being lowered. It all seemed almost too good to be true.

"AWWWOOOOOooooooGOOOOD morning!"

It was.

Jolting awake, Zesiro rolled onto his side and groaned, his curly fur sticking out every which way. Okay. That definitely didn't sound like mom or dad. Their morning calls almost never roused him from his dreams this easily. Looking towards the mouth of the den, he groggily regarded the dark figure standing there, slowly tilting his head. Huh. Didn't really look either one of them, either. He stared blankly at Archer for a moment, seconds passing, before something in his mind suddenly seemed to click, and he bristled in surprise, quickly scrambling to his feet.

"OI!" he barked, "WHO'RE YOU?!"

He'd been sleeping near the back of the den, which meant that he was one of those placed farthest away from Archer. With a litter as large as theirs, reaching him without stepping on anyone would be almost impossible. Almost. Zesiro stared at Archer, before swivelling his gaze towards the daunting hoard of siblings slumbering between them. Right. Okay. He could do this. This would be a piece of steak. Easy peasy. Failure would not loom on his horizon today!

"Don't move!" he finally ordered, crouching, "I'll be there—"

His muscles tensed, and with one abrupt movement, the curly haired pup leapt, becoming airborne.


He was almost there. He was really going to make it clear across his siblings in one single leap.

"Than you—"

Oooor maybe not. One paw suddenly landed in the slobbery maw of some poor sibling foolish enough to sleep with their mouth wide open.

"Can blink!"

Another paw landed hard on someone's vulnerable belly. And, oh, that definitely felt like someone's tail. Whoops. Okay. That was definitely his bad. He could have probably planned this out better. He could admit that. Squirming and crawling his way over the rest of the large puppy pile, it was clear that Zesiro, in the end, did not actually make that leap like he'd planned. In truth, he'd barely even made it halfway, but that was cool. No worries. He would just have to keep trying; after all, practice made perfect, right?

After what seemed like an eternity of trampling and crawling, the curly haired pup finally stood before his older brother (who he'd only been halfheartedly listening to until now). He squinted, scrutinizing him carefully. He'd said his name was Archer or something, right? The corner of his mouth slowly curled.

Well then.

"I," he intoned, very seriously, "am Archer."

ooc; hey 3.0 fam hope ya'll don't mind me using your bodies as landing cushions!!!

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