angle-double-rightTrixie Houndangle-double-left
Who are you a child of?:
Bayard the Bloodhound
Age:
Eighteen years old
Gender:
Female female
Appearance:
Human Form:
In her human form, which is her preferred form, Trixi has long dark brown hair. She...
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As the trio made their way down the seemingly endless hallway, Coda's mother quietly explained to them why it was her who came to their rescue. "Your fathers refused to think for even a minute that it was actually you on the microwave, but I know my child, and that was my child."...
"Stay here." Coda said as he stood up and defensively sneaked up to the bars. Outside a fish person stood, well, leaned against something, and it only took Coda a moment to realize that a sword had been pushed through the fish's stomach. "Father?" He asked, but the owner of the sword was no...
Check was soon bored, his grin disappeared and was replaced with a slight scowl. "This is all," he starts, his eyes traveling to the person who had walked by, "very fascinating. I must be off for you lot are absolutely boring." He shrugs before walking away. So much for making friends. That...
Coda shifted slightly when the girl woke. "Are you sure?" He asks, but he doesn't wait for her to respond. Instead his eager body threw itself onto the cot and he was asleep in seconds. His chest rising and falling slowly, and his sweaty face pressed into the uncomfortable pillow that smelled of...
As she slept Coda sat awake, his gaze never leaving the bars in front of him. His stomach gave a disgusting lurch now and again, but he choked down the urge to throw up. It smelled absolutely terrible in the dungeon, Coda didn't even want to think about what the smells were coming from. After a...