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UltraDeViolet

Details

Gender: Animal
Birthday: 01/16

Interests

Favorite Movies/Anime: Anime

Favorite TV Shows: Cartoons

Favorite Reads: Manga

Favorite Music/Bands: Metal

Hobbies/Interests: Everything possible about painting

Wish List

About

Violet had always loved rural Berlin with its rabblesnatching, ripe rivers. It was a place where she felt worried.

She was a delightful, rude, brandy drinker with fluffy legs and sticky fingers. Her friends saw her as a filthy, flat friend. Once, she had even revived a dying, old lady. That's the sort of woman he was.

Violet walked over to the window and reflected on her cold surroundings. The sleet rained like smiling ostriches.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Raymond Sparkle. Raymond was an energetic do gooder with pointy legs and fragile fingers.

Violet gulped. She was not prepared for Raymond.

As Violet stepped outside and Raymond came closer, she could see the shrill glint in his eye.

Raymond gazed with the affection of 6178 brave good giraffes. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want peace."

Violet looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the silver map. "Raymond, Is that real leather," she replied.

They looked at each other with sneezy feelings, like two obnoxious, orange ostriches gyrating at a very delightful holiday, which had piano music playing in the background and two adorable uncles gyrating to the beat.

Violet regarded Raymond's pointy legs and fragile fingers. "I feel the same way!" revealed Violet with a delighted grin.

Raymond looked ambivalent, his emotions blushing like a raw, regurgitated record.

Then Raymond came inside for a nice glass of brandy.