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The hound master is currently more of a puppy novice at the moment, barely having mastery over his own four feet. He had been chasing around anything that moved, but now he has padded back inside, whining at anyone who has anything remotely resembling food.
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Current Mood:
hungry hungry
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Your Desperate Fans Forecast by mhari
Name
Username
Weapon of choice
Secretly wants to snog you:angsty_redhead
Secretly wants to kill you:sweariwontdie
Secretly wants to see you genderswitched:finweson
Secretly wants to see you kiddified:wiseredhead
Will have your babies:arrowcatcher
Number of times you will die this year:5
RDA of Angst:
97%



...My family is entirely against me, apparently.
Current Mood:
confused confused
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Being a lover of the Animal Kingdom is not always fun and games. Right now Tyelkormo can be found wrestling one of his large hunting dogs to the ground (the others leashed shortly near by; it is normally not something he does to his dogs, but it is the only thing that can keep them from fleeing at the moment), brandishing a dog brush. Enough fur to make another dog is covering the grass about the pair.
Current Mood:
determined determined
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Tyelko has found himself with the personality of a certain emobard, so he is sitting outside on his own, even shooing off his hounds if they come too near, chin propped on his knees and arms wrapped around his curled legs. His thoughts are to the past, and he is finding those memories suddenly much clearer - and much darker - than he previously remembered.
Current Mood:
depressed depressed
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Tyelkormo was particularly bored, so he spent a good hour poking around the library, until he found a certain book. Now, normally he would have simply put it back, as, of course, he's the one heterosexual of his brothers, but something (probably some of the same blood that was given to the Ambarussa in full) gave him an Idea.

Should Maglor and Daeron return to their room, the shall find it laid out pointedly in the middle of their bed.
Current Mood:
mischievous mischievous
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*is outside, playing with his puppy* *acts much younger than he is, romping around, letting the pup chase him and then he chases back, and eventually 'catch' him, and soon is wrestling playfully with him*
Current Mood:
energetic energetic
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*this would be an intense flurry of curses* *storms into his room, slams and locks the door, and then promptly sinks to sit with his back against it, burying his head in his arms* *his thoughts fly faster than his curses: 'IcannotbelieveI-ohEruAta'sgoingto-I let him get away-but Naneth-the baby-what's lie and what's truth?-ohEruohEruIpunchedmyAtar'* *cringes and is going to stay curled up here for a long while*
Current Mood:
guilty guilty
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*sits on the edge of his bed, leaning heavily on his knees, not yet changed out of his bloody attire**though his cheeks are still tear-stained, he has quit crying some time ago, and his eyes are bright, angry, and not a small bit insane*
Current Mood:
pissed off psychotic
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