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| 29 Sep 2013 05:28 PM |
Hello, to all who decided to join and look at the thread! This isn't going to be your usual thread, where you read the plot, rules, and type up a character sheet. This is where I PM you the plot, and you join like this.
This is so I have a more controlled environment, and so the ones in the previous thread are able to join with little interruptions.
The admin list is as follows: TywanDestru Momoisme Sentinel666 Ghost100000
If you have questions, contact me or them. If you wish to have a part in the thread, please contact me so I can respond to you.
Thank you! And welcome everyone else! |
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| 29 Sep 2013 05:29 PM |
| (Should we start posting who we are and what we're doing?) |
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| 29 Sep 2013 05:32 PM |
| [Yes, start whenever you wish.] |
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| 29 Sep 2013 05:37 PM |
Asha, an older teenager, slips through the trees at the edge of the town. As the light hits her, it reveals short cut dark hair and ratty clothing stained with what looks like blood. A smaller European wolf follows after her, lip curled at being so close to so many humans. ~Why does it bother you so much?~ she asks him. The wolf, who calls himself Sundown, shrugs his shoulders. ~They stink of their materials. You smell more natural.~ Smiling slightly, something she does rarely, Asha slips into the market and steals a loaf of bread. She slips back out immediately, carrying the hot loaf under her shirt. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 05:52 PM |
| A town. The torchlight singes his eyes after traipsing through the dark forest. It is cold, so he rests for a moment to allow the chilled air to across his body, almost reveling in it. But the hunger, the everlasting hunger, is not satiated by any temperature. Khas'quon'szar--someone called him that, he thinks, called him Khas--stalks around the perimeter of the village. He takes in the sight of the cabins, the fields, the livestock on four legs, and the livestock on two legs, the latter a touch more organized and dutiful. Nevertheless, it all tasted the same, and it helped the hunger for a while. He continues to slink closer, low to the ground, pale hands clawing the ground ahead of him. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 05:55 PM |
Silhouette stares down from the roof, a few non-humans roaming below the building as they carry their items into the house. The house was from away from the actual village, where they could actually be safe and sound without having a mob at the door. She stands up, smoothing out her black dress. Slowly, she crept off the roof, moving as if she was a shadow. She hopped off the roof, landing lightly on the ground. Her hair was a pitch black, representing the night sky with no stars or moon, and her skin a deep pale as if she just woken from a grave. Her eyes were a rich, ice-blue, and her lips a deep red.
It was as if she was actually dead, and in formal clothing from since she was dead. She wears simple black lace gloves, and a cross necklace around her neck.
She moves into the house, everyone taking a small corner to keep in. Silhouette sits in a chair, staring ahead of her at the door, waiting for some more to walk in. She'll wait an hour, and then move to the village to go get more of them. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 05:59 PM |
A man sits alone in an alcove of the dusty tavern; dressed in study leather riding boots, worn grey trousers and an open military longcoat. His expression is a stern one, matching his weathered and square face and in contrast with his bright purple eyes. He is a giant of a man, though he handles the knife by which he cuts and eats his meat with with almost surprising grace - given his musculature. Swept back hair shines a faded blonde as the tavern door opens and it catches a few eyes. "Isn't that the man they burnt in Salem last week?" "Don't look. The Minister said the flames didn't touch him, he walked free when it was all ash. Nobody knows if he's a devil or an angel, he just walked away without a word. Calls himself Hearkwood."
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The two men turn their discussion from the man in the corner to a recent arrival. "I heard she was from Ireland, Leanashe, or something. Awfully pale girl, with long dark hair and these almost shining emerald eyes...Pretty, but something's not right about her." "I agree with you on that, and she's a touch scandalous to be sharing quarters with that poet in the village down the road. Still, none of my business, and he's come up with some really interesting bits of writing since they met." |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:03 PM |
Silhouette rises from her chair, giving a swift goodbye to all of them as she starts to head towards the village. She moves quickly, moving with a great amount of grace, and appearing as a shadow. She lifts up her dress just enough to where she can run, and she doesn't stop. She avoids the trees, avoiding animals that scurry below her, and avoiding people who are hunting through the forest. She nears the village, and her running stops. She drops the corners of her dress, and she starts on a casual walk. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:04 PM |
Syllabi Kaar staggers about, biting her thumb in anxiety. Short black hair in a boyish fashion which is mussed and filthy. Her clothes are stained and torned, wrinkled and bunched up. Her feet are shod in boots which the laces keep coming undone. Pale blue-grey eyes are almost white leading some to think she is blind. Pale and skinny she also looks underfeed and much like a homeless beggar. She's lanky, and of average height. Wandering towards the Cirque she shivers a bit, as the phantom images clash about her.
((I'm using :These: as to what she See though she won't be telling you everything about them all the time))
:Bloody murder and towns awash with fire stretch out after her as men and woman scream. A sound like the finality of death, a wooden hammer striking a disk. Sobbing, crying. Screams and pleading.:
Syllabi shakes, flinching from the Sight of a man chasing her with a burning torch and pitchfork. She needs medicine or something. Perhaps something final, she muses as she pauses by the Cirque's entrance. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:05 PM |
| Asha, seeing the newcomer walking near the village, hides in the bushes. However, Sundown growls menacingly. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:08 PM |
Silhouette turns to the sound, and her eyes turn a pitch black. She's gone, only a barely-visible shadow of her is on the tree that she was near. The shadow doesn't move, but just stands there.
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:11 PM |
| Now, Asha is growling loudly, and Sundown is whining. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:12 PM |
| The shadow then starts to move, quickly. It acts just as a shadow, walking on a trunk at one moment, and on the ground the next. Silhouette ran quickly, breathing heavily. Her breath echoed around the shadow. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:14 PM |
| Leanashe joins the two, out for a late stroll, and claps her hands once. "Now this is interesting. Especially as I know people are avoiding me." |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:14 PM |
| Asha's eyes widen, seeing it go toward the village. She and Sundown glance at eachother and race after it. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:14 PM |
| That was the sound of a living creature. He begins moving. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:16 PM |
Silhouette lets out a loud, echoing banshee-wail that sends a few birds chorusing away, and makes the villagers immediately turn to the sound. The shadow quickly moves through the village, hiding in other shadows. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:17 PM |
| Making her way around the encampment Syllabi makes her way towards the village, switching to bite at her other thumb, her steps halting as the images haunt her. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:18 PM |
| A wail. A scream. A sound from a creature's lips. He lopes even faster to the village. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:19 PM |
| With a snarl, Asha stops and Sundown attacks the new creature. "W-Who're you?" she asks, voice rasping from disuse. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:19 PM |
| Leanashe just laughs at the scream, "You know, you remind me of someone from back home." |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:20 PM |
| She turns, smiling, "Leanashe is my name. Now, aren't you curious company at this hour?" |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:21 PM |
Silhouette rises from her shadow, inbetween two buildings. She takes in quick breaths, resting a hand on her chest to catch her breath. "Despite how I'm dead, does not mean I can deal with that much running." She softly breathes, going into a coughing fit, "Especially with that wailing." |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:21 PM |
| ~Leave off!~ Asha yells at Sundown. To any observers, she's barking. |
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| 29 Sep 2013 06:23 PM |
| Syllabi starts running as the screech cuts through the visions. "A-ai!" Her run is awkward as the rest of her and out of place. |
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