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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 160
Splinter was drawn from his meditation in the dojo by the sound of his sons and Mutanimals entering the Lair.  He wasn’t expecting them to be back so soon, and relief washed through him.  Despite the rash of near failures and misses that his family had been experiencing, the boys seemed to have had a smashing success in this mission.  All of them were present, and not a one of the eight of them had a scratch.
Slash collapsed onto a chair, holding his head in his hands.  “I can’t remember,” he said.
“Remember what?” Splinter asked, emerging into the room. 
“How we escaped,” Rockwell said.
“Your escape was very fortuitous,” Splinter said, noting the niggling feeling in the back of his mind.  His ears swiveled a few centimeters, toward Donnie’s lab.  No sounds came from it, The Phoenix was not stirring.  He had to banish his worry of her, if he was unable to concentrate on what was ha
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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 159
Splinter retreated to the dojo, the picture of his four sons in his hands.  The Phoenix had this in her pocket, and from the look of it, it had been there a while.  It was wrinkled and worn, the edges of the folds were beginning to come apart.  She must have found it when she’d found him in the sewers, months ago.  Why had she kept from him when he’d stayed with her in The Burrow?  And why had she kept it after he’d left.  How long had she been carrying it?  Why was she carrying it at all?
Not an hour after Arcos and Aries had left, the quiet of the Lair was disrupted with the boys beginning to argue.  He took a deep breath, trying to block their banter out.  Once again, Raphael was pushing going after The Shredder, and Leonardo and Mikey were goading him about his temper.  Donatello must not be in the room, he mused, or else, he too, would be egging Raphael on.  Again, he sighed.
His boys arguing wa
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Sins, Debts, Years, and Foes--Chapter 31
During his morning practice, The Shredder saw Mistress Veronika was correct about yet another question she’d posed to him when she’d first arrived--Bradford was getting better.  He had reduced himself to a slobbering fool, literally, by dousing himself in mutagen.  As a human conglomerate of Hachiko and his human self, he was so utterly useless, he might as well have been on all fours and walking around like the dog he’d been mutated into.  Having been mutated again, he’d regained some control over his body, and he was, Nikka had pointed out, getting better.
He paid particular attention to his student this morning, how he moved his body, what he said, how he said it.  Usually, when he sparred with Bradford, it was to bring out the man’s worst, to lay into him that mercy was for the weak.  He had already taught him some of his darkest secrets, he had been his disciple for decades.  That he would have to teach them to him all ov
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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 158
“Saki,” she heard her brother say.  The rain was soaking her to his skin, the uniform stuck and wet to the point that her socks in his boots were wet.  The air was cold about her in the dark, except for her back, here her brother lay against it, each holding the other up. 
“Hhhnnn?” she asked.  She didn’t like the cold, but she seemed very stoic about it, in a way she never recalled doing before.
“Look at your watch,” he said.
She did so, the skin of her hand more tan that she’d ever seen it.  It was strikingly familiar, but at the same foreign, too big to be hers.  “It’s 2:33,” she said.
“Two weeks until our enlistment is up.”
She chuckled, a deep sound, moving both of their bodies.  “For me.  You have two weeks and one minute.”
“Not anymore,” her brother replied.
“They will not let us go home at 2 in the morning, Yoshi,” she said.
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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 157
With Phoenix’s more volatile son away, Splinter turned to Arcos.   His question tickled at the tip of his tongue, eager to escape.  Yet, at the same time, the desire to keep his thoughts to himself, to keep some of his experience of The Burrow his, grabbed the question, holding it in.  Finally, he managed to say,  “I am wondering how Shredder knew to kidnap your mother to get my attention.”
Arcos’ dark brown eyes looked sad, his brows drawing together.  “Sparks told him.”
Splinter let out a small noise of annoyance.  “From the Inlet?” he asked.
Arcos nodded.  “I guess he remembered when you stayed with Mama when she patched all those people up.”  The bear’s eyes turned toward Donnie, as he inserted a needle into his mother’s arm.  The blood began to spurt into the vial he held.  “Where’d you get that?” he asked.
Donnie glanced up at him, but d
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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 156
Splinter resisted the urge to go to the dojo, the voices of his sons and those of the little healer on the edge of arguing.  He wanted to retreat, let it be their decision now, to hash out as they would, about what The Phoenix’s immediate fate would be.   He wanted to feel that he had no part in it, that his bit in the play was now over.  He’d rescued her, prevented her death at his inaction, and his sons had freed everyone else.  It was a job well done, the only casualty was made before they had even arrived, and the casualty that now was being argued over was in no real danger.
But that was not how he felt.
“I need to keep her here to make sure she’s alright,” Donnie insisted.  “If she has internal damage—“
“She doesn’t have internal damage,” Aries huffed.  “She heals stuff.  That includes herself!”
“Just because she healed the outside doesn’t mean her ins
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Sins, Debts, Years, and Foes--Chapter 30
If Baxter Stockman had pupils, he was sure they’d be the size of his iris, and that he would be glancing to and from Karai’s enclosure.  He wasn’t sure whether to leave her in the terrarium or not, and opted for leaving her.  She had everything she needed, after all, and it was harder to hear her throw insults at him when she was in her human form.
He had hardly slept since Shredder had left for Japan.   The threat of his limbs, or his life, being severed if progress had not been made on his daughter by his return were taken very seriously.  He hoped that awful woman wouldn’t come back with him, but not only did she do so, she brought her two brats back with her as well.
Master Shredder, still in his business suit, strode into his lab, Tiger Claw at his heels.  “Well?” he demanded. 
If Baxter Stockman could have, he would have winced.  But as it was, his exoskeletal structure he’d picked up from the fly m
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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 155
“You know, Saki,” Yoshi said, his arms across his 12 year old chest, “if you’d only waited, we would have gotten to eat some.”
She scowled.  She knew she was scowling, even though her name was not Saki, and she couldn’t feel her mouth in a downward line.  But she knew that her bottom lip stuck out slightly, and annoyance burned at her chest.  “If you had been more quiet, Yoshi,” she said to her brother, “then we wouldn’t have gotten caught.”
Yoshi shrugged.  “We can get some cookies at the café tomorrow anyway,” he said. 
“You just want to go to the café because of that girl,” she replied, her voice deeper than she remembered it being.
“So do you,” Yoshi said, running his hands though her hair and then running ahead of her.
She smiled broadly, because it was true, and ran after him.
Crying out in pain, the memory vanished, and all that was left was he
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Sins, Debts, Years, and Foes--Chapter 29
“Dude, he’s in Disneyland!”  Michaelangelo held up the tabloid that April had brought down to the sewers to show them.  “What’s it say?” he asked.
“I don’t read Japanese, Mikey,” April said.
They all turned to Leo.
“I don’t read Kanji either,” the blue banded turtle said.  “Man, he does not look like he’s at the happiest place on Earth.”
“He looks like he’s about to kill someone,” Donnie remarked.
“That kid he’s looking at?” Raph suggested.
“I found it!” Casey laughed, turning the laptop toward them. 
Raph leaned in close, pushing Donnie out of the way.  “He’s on Youtube?”
“He’s in a gossip show,” Donnie’s voice held a great deal of wonder.
“I mean, her husband has been for less than two months,” said white subtitles over a male Japanese voice screened over a clip o
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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 154
“What’s the matter?” Aries snapped at Leo as he finished yanking off his mother’s pants.  “You’ve never seen a woman’s legs before?”
The young turtle blushed a deep red, looking up from the prostrate form of The Phoenix on the used hospital table that had been set up in Donnie’s lab.  He hadn’t thought they’d need it that much, when they’d dug it out of the dumpster at Donnie’s insistence.  “If something happens to April,” he had said, “or Casey, we need equipment.”  It was left unspoken that something might happen to he or his brothers.  But he’d never thought he would see this person on it.
“I’ve seen a woman’s legs before,” he muttered, looking away from the table altogether.  He’d seen women’s legs in shorts and skirts.  He’d seen photos of women’s legs in bathing suits and underwear.  But
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Sins, Debts, Years, and Foes--Chapter 28
Casey Jones resisted going to Alice’s hideout, again.  He’d been once since she’d gone to visit her family, out west somewhere, she wouldn’t say where.  The place was exactly the same as it always was, dusty, quiet, with his buttmark on the beanbag seat.  So instead, he sat on top of a low building, five stories up, watching the streets below for any Purple Dragon scum that might deign show their faces.
She’d texted him twice since was gone.  He wanted to call her so bad, to hear her voice, husky with that to die for Brooklyn accent.  But he hadn’t gotten the guts to do it yet.  She hadn’t called him, and didn’t seem right for him to call her.  Don’t want her thinkin’ I’m some bothersome little kid.
Keeping busy? She’d asked.
Casey Jones: Yeah.  Scum never rests.
Allie D: Neither do you, it seems!  You going to school?
Casey Jones: S
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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 153
Medusa slithered out of her cage, her jaw, now distinct from her body, already open.  Black eyes, animalistic and filled with rage, looked about, and fell upon Bebop.  With a scream that sounded nothing like her, she darted toward the warthog.  Bebop stopped where he was in engaged with Raph and let out a high pitched scream before he started running in the opposite direction.
“Huh?” Raph turned around to see Medusa coming at him. He pressed himself against the wall to let her go by, “That was Medusa?  What happened to her?”
Bebop let out another scream as he scrambled for the stairs.  He didn’t make it before the boa constrictor caught up with him, wrapping her body around him and opening her mouth to display the full length of the two giant fangs on either side of it.  Bebop screamed a third time when arcs of lightning began to spark between each of her two only dentia.
“She was mutated,” Leatherhead said, now ou
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Sins, Debts, Years, and Foes--Chapter 25
Arriving at the Asakami Estate, they were greeted with bows, pats on the back, hugs, and “welcome home”s.  The driver unloaded their luggage, received a generous tip from his passengers, and then drove away, leaving Saki, once again, in the middle of what seemed like a medieval fairy tale.
The place had changed precious little since he’d last been there so many, many years ago.  He wondered briefly if they’d gotten running water in that time, and if they had, did they have indoor plumbing?  
The Lady Asakami greeted them in the parlor, Ashton and Greta leaping from whatever ancient game the woman was trying to teach them toward their mother’s waiting arms.  Raiku was also there, standing next to her Shishou, watching languidly as Aya and the children surrounded Nikka.
He observed with satisfaction that, only minutes before, in the car on the way up, she had retreated completely inside of herself again, barely anything but a shell sat be
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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 152
When he looked at her, Splinter noticed that Phoenix was paler than he remembered.  While she was porcelain skinned in his memory, now she seemed to be made of marble, with no color at all in her face and arms, the only skin that was showing.  Instead of the corset he was expecting her to be wearing, she had on a simple ladies t-shirt and jeans.  Her green eyes looked feverish, almost as if they weren’t hers, as she looked at him.  But what struck him the most, though, was when he placed his hands over hers, instead of the warm flesh he expected, her fingers were like ice.
With his lockpicks, it took only a few seconds for the spring to release, but it was too long between him entering the dungeon and opening the door.  He sensed the air moving behind him, and thrusting his hand in the bars, grabbed Phoenix’s head and shoved it down to the concrete, his own not far behind.  Two shuriken bounced off the back wall of her cell.
“Stay down,
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I have a buddy who has started an original RPG/PBeM. It is wonderfully detailed, and in the very beginning stages.  He's looking for players (lots of players!) to populate his world.  If you enjoy to RP, and are in so inclined, check out his trailer.  And yes, I'm a player. 

I was tagged by :iconmysteryred1: and she specifically asked for Aries.  I don't have a picture of just him (again, if any of my visual artist readers out there want to tackle it...)

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Aries

1.  Aries is a leghorn sheep mutant from my story The Other Side Of The City.  He's very large, about seven feet, and broad.  He sports two round horns on his large, heavy, hard head.  His eyes are a golden color, with the sideways slit pupil of a sheep.
2.  His nickname is Lamb's Ear
3.  Being that rams have the highest testosterone to muscle mass ratio of any other mammal, he is rather popular with the ladies.   In other words, he's a slut.  (Yes, there is a scientific reason for the saying "Randy as a sheep/goat.")
4.  His weapon of choice is a homemade battle axe, made from a piece of sheet metal attached to a handle.  He likes to go around NYC with his brother and sister and "play super-hero."
5.  Also, due to the fact that rams have the highest testosterone to muscle mass ratio of any other mammal, he has a bad temper.
6.  His signature move is a head butt, for which his enemies, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles dubbed him "Ramshead".
7.  He has a large brass button on his jean vest (which he wears without a shirt) that was his gift from the tooth fairy when he lost his first tooth.  He has put it on every jacket or vest that he's owned every since.
8.  He has to be sheered in the spring, because he doesn't shed his wool.

Since I already tagged people, I will skip this tagging.  :D

Splinter was drawn from his meditation in the dojo by the sound of his sons and Mutanimals entering the Lair.  He wasn’t expecting them to be back so soon, and relief washed through him.  Despite the rash of near failures and misses that his family had been experiencing, the boys seemed to have had a smashing success in this mission.  All of them were present, and not a one of the eight of them had a scratch.

Slash collapsed onto a chair, holding his head in his hands.  “I can’t remember,” he said.

“Remember what?” Splinter asked, emerging into the room. 

“How we escaped,” Rockwell said.

“Your escape was very fortuitous,” Splinter said, noting the niggling feeling in the back of his mind.  His ears swiveled a few centimeters, toward Donnie’s lab.  No sounds came from it, The Phoenix was not stirring.  He had to banish his worry of her, if he was unable to concentrate on what was happening around him.  “The Shredder is not easily eluded,” he finished.

Rockwell put his hands on his head.  “They did something to us,” the chimp said.  Splinter examined both Rockwell and Slash’s faces.  While they both looked unharmed, they wore masks of confusion, each blinking slowly as if having just woken up.   “We were being experimented upon by Shredder.”

Splinter’s stomach dropped.  He knew that Oroku Saki had sunk into something akin to madness.  If not madness outright, then obsession had stolen him of whatever compassion had once been in his soul.  He had no desire to know what kind of experiments The Shredder might subject a human to, much less two mutants.  “Let me get you some water,” he said, turning away.

Suddenly, pain burst through his head.  The force of the blow sent him spinning sideways, a deep roar filling his ears.  He hit the concrete of the sewer floor hip first, his jaw hitting so hard, that he was unconscious before he stopped skidding across the floor.

When he came to his senses, he heard Leo cry, “They’ve got Raph!”  No, he thought.  They have Raphael.  What would they want with him?  What would Shredder want with him?  During the rescue of the Mutanimals and the Children of the Phoenix, he’d been terrified that one, or all, of his sons would become prisoners.  It was his fear whenever they encountered anyone from the Foot Clan.  His only fear that was greater was that they would be killed during a ‘patrol’.

Then, Michelangelo was at his side, bending down, concern filling his baby blue eyes.  “Sensei,” he said, “Donnie and I will stay with you.”

“I will survive,” Splinter managed to get out, though he had trouble making his lungs take in enough air to speak.  “You must save your brother.”  When Michelangelo did not move, he snapped, “Go!”

He watched the boys leave, jumping the turnstiles with ease, running after Slash and Rockwell.

Trying to lift himself up from the floor, he groaned.  Pain stabbed in his jaw where he’d been struck, his neck muscles bunching.  As he got to his knees, he gasped at a spasm attacking his back, twisting its way around to his hip where he’d hit the concrete.   That was going to take a while to heal.

No, Phoenix was here.  His heart dropped as he stood up.  He would have to wait, to heal as he always did.  He put his hand to his back as another spasm gripped his muscles.

He had a healer in the next room, and she was utterly useless.

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Both Aries and Arcos carried bags made from old t-shirts that had been sewn at the bottom seam and had the arms cut out to make handles.  It was a trick they’d learned many years ago, and helped to make them feel less economically deprived than using found plastic grocery bags.  Before their capture, Arcos had been surprised when his brother had shown up with a stack of the jersey shirts and began constructing the bags.  The rams tiny, even stitches rivalled anything done by a sewing machine and soon they had a small stack of them, some of which they were using at that moment.  Each were filled with wild garlic, half of which had the greens nibbled off by Aries as he picked them.  The sheep now had a serious case of garlic breath, and was breathing heavily in Arcos’ direction with every chance he got.

“Man, you need to find some anise or something,” Arcos waved his paw in front of his nose, “I can’t smell anything but you and these bags.”

“Garlic is better than the sewer,” the ram replied.

“Amen to that,” Arcos nodded

“Praying is probably a good thing to do,” the accented voice of Fishface drifted from behind them, “because soon you’ll be in Heaven, boys.”

“Seriously?” Arcos turned around, baring his teeth.

Next to Fishface, who held a knife nonchalantly, stood next to Rahzar, leaning against a wall cooly.  The skeletal dog mutant was looking at his fingers, as if they held something of great interest.  “Oh, we’re very serious,” he said, pushing himself off of the wall. 

“I have had a very bad few weeks,” Aries said slowly, dropping the bag of garlic, his nostrils flaring.  “I do not have time for you people, unless you’re giving my sister back to me.”

“Nah,” Rahzar replied, lacing his fingers and pushing them out in front of him.  The knuckles all cracked, loud enough that Arcos’ ears twitched.  “She’s safe and sound in her cage.”  He began to undulate from side to side, “All twitchy and hissy, like normal.”

Aries lowered his head, snorting.

“Oh, the little lamb is going to market?” Fishface crooned, pointing at Aries with his knife.

“This little lamb is gonna have fish for dinner,” he said, scraping his foot on the ground and running toward the fish mutant.

At the same time, Arcos drew his sledgehammer, giving it a swing in front of him casually. 

Rahzar laughed.  “You’re not your sister, little bear.”

“I don’t have to be my sister to tan your hide,” he replied, running at the skeletal dog, throwing back his sledgehammer.  He brought it down hard where Rahzar was standing, but the dog mutant was no longer there.  Arcos felt a bony foot kick him in the ribs, sending him sprawling forward.

With is head lowered, Aries stomped toward Fishface.  The fish mutant twirled on his robotic legs, ending in an airborne kick.  His flat, metal foot collided with the ram’s head, right in between the horns, with a loud thud.  Aries fell this knees, while Fishface fell to the side, the force of his stop sending him careening to the right.  The ram blinked his eyes rapidly, shaking his head with a moan. 

Fishface tumbled head over heels, regaining his footing after several twists that ended him farther down the road.   “Your head isn’t so hard as that,” he said.  With his knife in his sharpened, poisoned teeth, he began to twirl on his hands, an intricate dance made to intimidate the dazed ram.

Arcos breathed in heavily, his lungs didn’t seem to want to work.  He rolled out of the way, avoiding a punch from Rahzar.  The move left him winded, the previous kick still making his insides quiver.

“We keep Medusa’s terrarium a cool 50 degrees,” Rahzar laughed, walking slowly toward the bear.  “Keeps her calm and docile.”  He hunched as he walked, his yellow eyes glowing.  “I was going to let her go hungry for a year, after feeding her that bunny,” he continued, “but Master Shredder thinks that a combination of positive and negative reinforcement is the best way to train an animal.”

Arcos glanced up, his lungs finally filling up with air.  The scent of rotted flesh was strong, tinged with the musk of dog.  He squinted his brown eyes, heat rising in his chest.

“When she’s a bad girl,” Rahzar said, his gravelly voice low, “she gets the temperature lowered and doused with cold water.”  He chuckled at the nasty look Arcos gave him.  “When she’s a good girl, we warm her up, and feed her the prisoners we’re finished with.”

Arcos let out a roar, swinging his hammer as he stood up.

Aries’ vision was blurry, he had never suffered from such a knock on the head in his life.  He wasn’t sure if he was shaking his great noggin or if his brains were simply shaking inside of it.  However, it was hard to deny the large pink form that was dancing toward him.

Just as Fishface approached, Aries swung his axe, the flat of the blade hitting the fish mutant right in the torso.  A sickening squishing sound came from him, before he hit the pavement, skidding into a building.

“For someone who doesn’t have legs,” Aries said, standing up on unsteady feet, “you sure do use them a lot.”

Arcos’ hammer hit only air when he swung.  As Rahzar danced out of the way, he laughed.  “Maybe I’ll train her to play fetch.”

The bear roared again.  Using the momentum from his previous swing, he spun around, the head of his hammer hitting the dog mutant in the gut.  Rahzar went flying as if a string was attached to his waist, into the wall of the opposite building.  He fell, unceremoniously, on top of Fishface.

“I’ll teach you to fetch, you mongrel,” Arcos growled, raising his hammer.

“Another time,” the dog mutant snarled back, helping Fishface to his feet.  “We have other things to do.” 

Arcos ran toward them, but instead of staying to fight, the two of them went separate directions, and faster than he would have thought possible, they were both gone.

Aries stumbled up beside him, “Medusa’s still alive.”

Arcos nodded slowly.  “Looks that way.”

Holding his hand to his head, Aries muttered, “I think that’s gonna leave a mark.”

Arcos turned to his brother.  “No,” he said in his grizzly voice.  “Your head is too damned hard for that.”  He draped his arm over the rams’ shoulders.  “Let’s get this garlic back to Mama.”

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The Other Side of the City--Chapter 160
There are so many mutants in TMNT2012 whose stories will never be told.  This is one of them, both before and after the Turtle madness came on the scene in NYC.

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Here's my TMNT2k12 OC Arcos.  (I don't have a picture of just him...if any of my artist watchers want to tackle that, I would be eternally grateful).

1. Arcos is a bear mutant, from my story The Other Side Of The City, created purposely by the Kraang.  Whether he was a bear first or a child first is undetermined.  But he started out as a child and grew up as a mutant.  If he was ever human, he has no memory of it.
2. He is currently between 19-21 years old in the story, depending on how you view the TMNT2k12 series timeline.
3. His weapon of choice is a homemade sledgehammer, made from a handle and several free-weights welded together.
4. He is an accomplished visual artist, with his favorite medium being oil paints.
5. He is very quiet and thoughtful, to the point of being broody.
6. His mother named his Arcos after the Greek legend of Callisto, where both she and her son are turned into bears.  To honor them, Zeus made them the constellations, Ursa Major and Ursa Minor, The Big Bear and the Little Bear (also known as the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper).
7. He is slow to anger, and also slow to forgive.
8. He's the de facto leader of his family's fighting group.

and I tag :icongljarmin:, :iconfeonix500:, :iconqueencandypink:  (and character of your choice)

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I have a buddy who has started an original RPG/PBeM. It is wonderfully detailed, and in the very beginning stages.  He's looking for players (lots of players!) to populate his world.  If you enjoy to RP, and are in so inclined, check out his trailer.  And yes, I'm a player. 

Would my readers of The Other Side of the City like to see some chapters with Medusa at the Foot Clan? 

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redconvoy Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday! Birthday cake  icon :happy birthday: Birthday Sis Birthday - NaNoEmo - day 21 KimRaiFan's Bday Cake fella's Gobbler (Party) Blower fella (Party) Happy Birth Day Fella (messages) 
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Illusionna Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2016
Thank you!!
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Donatellosgirl36 Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday!!!! Make sure to eat lots of cake and candy and junk! That's the best part! Airborne :squee: Have your cake and eat it too Party 
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Illusionna Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2016
Oh, don't worry.  I will. :P
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WrozbitaMadziej Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2016  Student General Artist
Happy Birthday!!!! Bunny Emoji-73 (Wondering) [V4] .:Bunny in love: bunny hug emoji .:Bunny rubs:. .:Bunny kyaa:. Bunny Emoji-72 (Heart Wink) [V2]
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Illusionna Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2016
Thank you!
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xXBloodyBlossomXx Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2016  Student Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday Hun! X3

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Illusionna Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2016
Thank you!
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xXBloodyBlossomXx Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2016  Student Traditional Artist
Your welcome x3
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elasticman733 Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2016
Thanks for the llama  
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