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| Topic Started: Sep 7 2009, 05:50 PM (387 Views) | |
| Pookie | Sep 7 2009, 05:50 PM Post #1 |
The Evil Genius
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Agatha Forest is home to many creatures, both benign and malevolent. It is vast, and most certainly enchanted- of course, would you expect any different with all the magical beings that reside within it? It is vast by any normal standards, but, as part of the enchantment, the inside of it is much, much bigger. One could easily say it is its own world, holding climes of various types from desert to tundra to ocean all within its borders. Impossible? Not as much as one might think. Magic, as we all know, makes nothing impossible. This place has it's own darker secrets, but for the most part it has been quite peaceful. There are a few towns and cities towards the outskirts of Agatha Forest, where beings from the outside can intermingle with those who live within it; mostly for the sake of the humans who populate the outside world. A pact was made that Agatha would be left for those creatures whose existence was threatened by humans. Now, however, it seems that the humans have forgotten this long-time vow, and are encroaching on the forest territory. To make matters worse, a large market has sprung up within the human communities for the sale of mythic beasts, and more and more often the outer skirts of the forest are becoming unsafe. With all these problems arising, there is bound to be conflict that may upset the delicate balance between man and magic. ooc! The appearance of both humanoid races (aka. faeries, elves, trolls, nymphs etc.) as well as mythic beasts (aka. dragons, unicorns, gryphons, basilisks etc.) are accepted. Humans as well. Mages, witches, wizards, shapeshifters and the like are fine. Also, changed humans (ie. cursed, enchanted, etc) like Vampires, humans stuck in animal forms, and Lycanthropes are perfectly fine. Spirits and other creatures of similar nature are also allowed. Mythic beasts can include both creatures like dragons and such as well as enchanted animals, like a talking rabbit or a horse with the ability to control lightning. This would be a medieval-like time, to be clear. Plate armor and swords and all that good stuff. (: The first few people to join will decide what part of the setting/plot to start with. ^^ There are plenty of things to do, and we can always return to one place or another. If you have a question or wish to add to the plot, feel free to ask. I don't really have much in mind so I'm willing to look at anything. xD Please state what and who you are joining as. Doubling or more is awesome. Also, if possible let's try to keep the gender ratios even, yeah? Antagonists would be sweet. We can always work out a way to rp the bad guys in one place and the good guys in another. Uhhh... I think that's it for now. xD Until I get some joiners I'll wait to post anything. ^^ Also. I may not be on all day everyday, but for the most part I am on from around noon to midnight Pacific Standard Time. Edited by Pookie, Oct 22 2009, 08:33 PM.
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| Sarin | Sep 7 2009, 06:11 PM Post #2 |
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(Ooh, pick me, pick me! =D *coughs* Anyways, could I join with a couple characters, perhaps? I don't have character templates up for them yet, but I'll get them up soonish. xD;; I'll just put a name and a species to the characters I'd like to join as for now, though. :3 Eves, an angel. She'd be an antagonist for sure. ;D Arcallian, a... well, it's a species of my creation. Think flying, magical feline. ^.^ He's a good guy. I guess I'll skip the dragons for now. =P) |
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| Pookie | Sep 7 2009, 06:20 PM Post #3 |
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ooc! Cool. ^^ Sounds good. Heh, that's fine. Descriptive written paragraphs are better anywho. xD My own characters would include a male Alphyn named Zashere, and... well I'm not really sure. xD I'm thinking possibly young mage who is very bad at magic and makes a lot of mistakes. Both would be protagonists, at least for now. ^^ Hmmm... I'm thinking we could start things off in one of the outlying towns. I have an intro written up for the Alphyn, but it includes him getting captured by humans. P: He could be awaiting transport to one of the bigger markets there. And... well I suppose the mage would just be wandering around, haha. xD **Update! I think starting off in the aforementioned outlying town would be the easiest place to acquaint all of the characters and to help establish some motive and get a plot going. (: Also, I noticed I forgot to mention what time of year it is. It is early spring, so it's wet and soggy and a bit chilly. It is early morning, all the vendors are getting their market booths ready for the day, and shopkeepers are opening for business. Edited by Pookie, Sep 8 2009, 05:32 PM.
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| Super Professor Sarah-nyan | Sep 8 2009, 06:17 PM Post #4 |
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OoC: | Yay, sounds spiffy. ;D Since you mentioned the rabbit, I can't get it out of my head. o-o Maybe not so much like talking, but I'd like to join as a rabbit with some special ability. Ah, the ability to grant luck? xD Something to that degree? I wouldn't have any whim if he'd be a side character. He seems kind of like a good-bad guy type so far to me. I could join as someone else when I get more comfortable, but rabbits are definitely in my line of expertise. Sarin knows this as a face. x3 So, if that's enough for now, I'd like to join as that. And the setting sounds nice~ ^^ |
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| Pookie | Sep 8 2009, 06:35 PM Post #5 |
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ooc! Haha, alright. ^^ I suppose now would be a good time to post my intros? Get things rolling and all... Or maybe wait to get another person on? Get a little more variety of creatures going here or... something? xD; I dunno. Oh well. I SHALL POSTETH NAO. bic! A dark shadow stretched out beneath the bows of the forest trees, watching a small white goat seemingly lost in the vast labyrinth of green. His coat, a rusted shade of coal black with hints of reddish brown, rippled over taut muscles. Slitted, amber, reptilian eyes darted from his feline face, lips curled back in a feral grin. His draconic claws flexed, turning up the rotten leaves and dirt beneath them. Lashing his knotted tail, Zashere anxiously observed his prey not even 20 yards away. Some foolish farmer had let one of their goats wander off into the wilds of the forest, meaning it was fair game for any of the predatory creatures within it. He for one was not about to let a chance of an easy meal pass him by, and so he sat crouched and ready to lunge at the slightest hint that the bleating creature would bolt. He smirked to himself before his powerful legs propelled him forward, smacking into the comparatively tiny being and breaking its neck with snap. He sunk his fangs into the things flesh, proclaiming his victorious hunt with a low, rumbling growl as he glanced about to be sure there wasn't anything about to try and steal his meal. Satisfied, he lay down and began to dig in, the hot stringy meat relieving the ache in his belly. He hadn't eaten for some days now, and he still couldn't believe his good fortune in finding the goat before any of the other creatures had. In fact, now that he thought about it, it was a little suspicious... He stopped his feast to lick the blood from his maw, ears perking in the direction of a slight movement of brush. He snarled, grabbing his prize and hauling himself and the carcass up. He'd gladly take his meal away from the small clearing or fight for it if necessary. A quiet zinging sound met his ears, and he lashed his tail and flinched when something hit his hide; a mere bee sting. He shrugged it off, more interested in what was making such a racket in the foliage. The rustling had stopped, though, and Zashere didn't smell anything out of the ordinary- of course, he couldn't really smell anything over the delicious scent of his dinner anyways. There didn't appear to be any danger. His massive size, almost that of a pony, and his species tended to turn away unwanted guests, but there was always something bigger than himself somewhere, and Zash wasn’t stupid or prideful enough to ignore that fact. He stood listening for a few more minutes, to be sure there wasn’t anything waiting for his guard to go down, before he dragged his meal back into the tree line a bit for better cover. He hastily returned to the goat, wolfing down as much as he could as fast as he could. The smell of the carcass would certainly bring other creatures there, and he would rather have the meat in his belly before then. After all, he wasn’t exactly the type to share. After a small time nothing but bones were left, though even these had valuable marrow inside that he would dig out before he left. He yawned, suddenly very tired, but shook it off as he broke the first bone. His long, thin tongue snaked inside and scraped the nutrient-rich material from the hard casing, buttery soft and fresh. He sighed in contentment, his mind wandering as he enjoyed the small dessert. He could hear soft whispering, but for some reason didn’t quite register that it was anything to be wary of until it grew louder, from quite close to him in fact. He froze, ears perked to catch the sounds that had quite suddenly stopped as soon as he’d become aware of their presence. He sniffed the air once more, about to shrug off the event as normal forest activity when a tart, bitter scent met his nostrils. Instantly he leapt to his feet, but before he could take even one step forward a heavy coil of metal rope landed around his neck. He stumbled back into a sitting position, dumbfounded and groggy, as a group of humans came out from their hiding places in the surrounding forestry. “Woowee, lookit what we got here!” “Well I’ll be, is that what I think it is?” another whistled. “Gentlemen, I do believe we’ve caught ourselves one of the rarest creatures alive.” They were quiet for a moment, and Zash took that opportunity to shake off some of the drowsiness that had suddenly assaulted his senses. Suddenly the rope grew tight, and another voice rang out from where the other end disappeared into the branches of the tree above him. “Well well, we’ve got ourselves an Alphyn.” Chuckling and congratulatory blurs of speech were all his groggy mind could comprehend before everything went black, his heavy mass hitting the ground with a solid thump. Nathan Hortenze Triston III was not a very interesting person. In fact, some would say he was the very opposite, and going by his appearance no one would think he were anything but a goofy, dreamy-eyed young man. His wild, unkempt auburn hair often flopped unceremoniously into his faded green eyes, which offset the spray of freckles plastered across his nose and cheeks. His mouth always seemed to be set in a lopsided grin, often giving others the impression that he was a bit slow-witted; perhaps, sometimes he was. His traveling garb hung loosely off his thin frame, making him look as if he were being swallowed up in the cloth, and his travel pack hung heavily upon his back like some enormous growth. He wasn’t particularly tall, nor short, but an average height for a young man of eighteen. He strode down the street with a casual demeanor, hands in his pockets and whistling cheerily despite the shadows dogging his steps. He was well aware that someone was following him, but he wasn’t alarmed in the least. After all, he had magic on his side… Sort of. He turned a corner, abruptly coming to a dead ended alleyway. He stopped, tilting his head to the side and rubbing his chin with a frown. “Huh, that’s not supposed to be there.” He shrugged, frown returning to that grin as he spun around on one foot to go back the way he came- only to come face to face with a group of thugs. His eyes widened in feigned surprise. “Ohhhh? Who’re you lot?” The lead thug smirked, drawing his daggers and stalking forward menacingly. “No one you’ll live to ever see again, boy.” Nate arched an eyebrow in disbelief. “Is that so? Well, I hate to say it, but I wouldn’t do what you’re probably going to try to do no matter what I say.” One of the others laughed. “And why would that be, huh?” Nathan sighed, shaking his head. “Because I’m a mage, and I really don’t want to use my magic on you.” The group hesitated, but apparently didn’t believe him. They laughed and taunted him, circling around like rabid dogs. “Last chance, gentlemen.” Nathan smiled, hoping that the forces of stupidity would actually repent for once. Alas, it wasn’t the case. The thugs rushed him, and Nate sighed again before whispering a few words of power. An explosion of red and pink light erupted from him, blinding his attackers and leaving him an opening to escape. He bolted, skidding around the corner and ran a few paces away before stopping to look back. Shiny pink bubbles had completely filled the alley he’d just been in and spilled out into the street, earning indignant shouts from the townspeople. He chuckled and shook his head, turning back the way he came and choosing a different street to wander down as he laced his fingers behind his head. “Well, so much for a teleportation spell.” The town was bustling with activity, despite the early morning chill. Nate pulled his travel cloak closer about himself, attempting to stave off the creeping cold trying to saturate his person. Tantalizing scents from the various food shops wafted past his nose, sending his stomach into a fit of demanding growls. He wasn’t the type to steal, but at this point he almost had no choice. Almost. He thought to himself for a moment, then shrugged. It was worth a try. “Alright magic, lets see if you can summon me some food, yeah?” He spoke the incantation and waved one hand over the other he held palm up, and immediately felt a weight in his hand. He quirked an eyebrow, looking at the fruit he was holding. It looked like an apple but… Well… he wasn’t sure how it would taste, let alone if it was safe to eat. The purple skin glinted unnaturally, and the slightly fuzzy feel to it was certainly a turn off. He sighed, disappointed that magic had failed him yet again but optimistic in how much it had worked. “Well, at least I actually got some kind of food this time.” He smiled and stuffed the strange fruit into his shirt pocket, then continued to meander through the marketplace. Eventually he stopped to lean against a wall, taking in the sights and sounds and smells, and watching with particular interest as a group of men hauled what looked like a large cage covered with a blanket towards a wagon. What would they be transporting in that? Edited by Pookie, Sep 8 2009, 07:22 PM.
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| Sarin | Sep 8 2009, 08:10 PM Post #6 |
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It was probably the dampness that she hated the most. Well, perhaps that was the price she paid for sleeping outside. The beauty of the starlit blanket above her did nothing to halt the seeping dew. It clung to her feathers, making her feel as if her wings were one drooping mass. It seemed to clasp onto her pale skin, forming silvery pearls that kept in the morning chill. It made her hair, a thing she took great pride in, which she spent effort keeping beautiful and light - it made her hair look like a mess. Frankly, it looked like some sort of orange kelp strung over her head. It was definitely the dampness that she hated the most. But it wasn't as if she had much of a choice. Eves lived in a very small haven, and she was sharply aware of that fact: she looked just human enough to not be captured and displayed, to be sold as an animal - and she looked just alien enough that people weren't generally that willing to allow her under their roof. It was probably only the many stories about angels that allowed her to remain in society at all. That, and her usefulness. Hunter. That was her job. Capture those valuable creatures, so she could remain free. Trade their liberty so she could be left on her own in this world of humans. She couldn't say that she enjoyed her work, but it paid well and she had long since closed her heart to the desperate cries of her prey. If she didn't catch them, someone else probably would. And what life was there in the forest, anyway? And to get down to the core of things... well, she mattered more than they did, and that was that. She was going to live her life without obstruction - no matter what it took. Eves rose to her feet, noting again with displeasure how her clothes hung on her skin, still damp. She stretched out her wings to shake off some of the water, startling the pigeons who had thought the still, pale form to be a statue. She paid them no heed, her eyes instead scanning the streets. They were just beginning to come to life in the morning light, people rushing from place to place. She imagined them as prey, too, though of course that was unheard of. Her disdain towards humans was tolerated as long as she kept bringing in prey, but if she were to raise a hand against them, her freedom if not her life would be forfeit. As much as she hated to admit it, she was nothing compared to the multitudes out there. Here in the town, humans ruled the world. Her mind was lifted off these thoughts when she sighted the wagon. She was certain it would be another creature, stolen from the forest. She almost pitied the thing, snatched from the wild to be thrown into cages and gawked at. Her eyes fell shut. Had she found him first, she would have been the one to throw chains across him. There was no room for pity in a world that barely had room for her. (I'll post for Ark later. =o) |
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| Pookie | Sep 9 2009, 06:33 PM Post #7 |
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Zashere could only catch mere glimpses of wherever he was when the heavy canvas cover lifted in places during the moving of his cage, though from the sounds and smells that met his senses he was clearly no longer in the forest. No, he was in a place that only in his worst nightmares would he'd have thought he'd be. A Human town. He was sharply aware of his predicament. The forest creatures had been spreading the vile news of the activity taking place within its borders; the horrifying betrayal of the Humans. Trapping and enslaving mythic beasts- many of those living deep in Agatha often waved it off as imaginative rumors. He himself had done just that, and now he was caught in a situation he'd refused to even consider. He sighed, lashing his tail in annoyance at himself for not even at least accepting the possibility that they'd been truth. Humans, after all, could never be trusted. How stupid of him to have neglected to remember that fact, when it was so ingrained into his very being. Suddenly his cage began to tilt to the side with a creak, and the humans moving his cage began shouting and panicking. He could hear ropes snapping, and the canvas cover ripping. He gripped the floor, trying to remain upright against the pull of gravity. It was no use, and he hit the new floor of the cage with a grunt, it having fallen completely onto its side. Light streamed in, making Zash blink repeatedly until his eyes adjusted. The cover had been completely torn off, leaving him able to see out around him as well as others to see in. The lead human in charge of his transport was cursing profusely and ordering the others around, trying to get a new cover on his cage. Apparently Zash was supposed to be a secret. Nate watched the proceedings with profound interest, head tilted to the side. Amazing. Absolutely astounding. How the creature hunters had managed to trap an Alphyn, of all creatures mythic, was a miracle. He could have sworn that they'd all vanished by now. He quirked an eyebrow, watching the head of the caravan and probably the leader of the group turn red, apparently not finding the frightened workers to be working as fast as he'd like. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Of course, being a bit mythic himself seeing as he was a mage and all, Nathan felt quite sorry the poor beast was trapped. Especially such a rare creature. He frowned. The poor thing would probably be sold for a pretty penny, and that would mean that either a Noble or a King would buy it. Which meant that there'd be no way the beast would escape. He thought to himself for a minute, wrestling with the idea that had wiggled to the surface of his mind. Unfortunately, this town was not one of those against the mistreatment of mythic creatures, so the process of trapping and selling was not prohibited here. Of course, no matter what Nate did there was a very, very good chance he'd have no way to help it. He sighed, pulling his unruly bangs out of his face. It was worth a shot. "If magic would actually work this time, that is..." He shook the apprehension off, shaking out his arms and clearing his throat, palms facing the Alphyn. He took a moment to shape his intentions in his mind, the magic he needed not contained in any words of power, threading his magic into it until it was ready to explode. The tingling, electric feeling running down his arms into the center of his palms was exciting, and he felt as if it would actually work. "Release!" ......... Nothing happened. He'd felt the magic shoot from his hands, knew it had met with the creature, but... Nothing happened. Of course. Could he have really expected anything different? He sighed, shrugging before wandering innocently closer to get a better look. Maybe it had done something he couldn't see quite yet. Hopefully. And hopefully it hadn't made matters worse. Unfortunately, his magic had a tendency to do that. |
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| Super Professor Sarah-nyan | Sep 9 2009, 11:37 PM Post #8 |
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The beginning of the chilly day was proving to be rather irritating on the nerves and mind, to say the least. The tiny creature hated early spring mornings when the earthen ground was soggy and dewey. Not only was it inconvenient to step over but it muddied his precious paws and annoyed his sensitive senses of smell. It tantalized him with lively scents of hope and peaceful quiet in the acred woods, though those traits were far from what the area was currently experiencing. There was nothing to cover the chaos of the human's sudden breach of tranquility. No, not just that - there was anothe reason lingering in the air for his distain; it laid with his knowledge of who needed assitance. Pinning his ears against his head agressively, the tiny fuzzball in question crept closer with small, determined hops. His destination, odd for word, was one of the nearest human towns. He angerily scratched his tiny paws at the earthen soil below him as he dug his way ahead, a gleam in his dark brown eyes of no satisfaction whatsoever. Something felt off today, and he was not quite sure why; he always had these particular feelings before an event unfolded. His sensitively was leading him to this location, one he did not approve of, but he could not restrain himself from visiting all the same. The town was in his line of sight, the measley wooden buildings not too far away. He halted at the outskirts of the forest to merely watch the town for a moment before hopping any closer,choosing to land inside a bush for protection from any witneses. This was human territory, after all, and war could be waged whenever necessary. For a while he watched and did not notice anything out of the ordinary in this field of view. Nor did he actually see the rotten sight of a human silhoutte in any shadowy areas. The brush of the undergrowth sharply scratched at his side and raked against his chest when he hid in the middle of the bush, but he hardly thought of it, his long-furred pelt keeping the uncomfortable feelings away. The sight of this innocent critter wouldn't fool anyone. He wasn't too special-looking, in his honest opinion. Neither was he a mystical creature with a gracious price dangling over his ears. This odd-spirited rabbit just happened to harbor a certain gift. The names Luck or even Lucky may have suited him better than his current-stead name for this purpose, but a certain stick of his current name had never betrayed him. True, it was not a fairly common name for a rabbit - more of a human name, luck forbid - but Jock the Luck Bearer preferred his name over anything else in the world. Luck. The single four-letter word seemed as though it was always stringed to his paws, racing through his heart with each ferocious pump of blood through his tiny arteries. Magic was a light term for luck, but Jock never wished to think of it as magic or anything relating to the craft. In fact, this high-spirited youngster hated the reference of magic. It wasn't foreign or had harmed him in any way possible, but he still resented its presence. Magic was a substance that could physically harm him and other creatures of the forest, a trait he dispised. To him, he possessed a gift to provide reassurance to the other creatures of the areas outside the outlying human towns. Jock was one to use his gift to grant others another chance for life. Most people did not see rabbits as important no matter the reasons, however. When humans see the small, fuzzy tail of a rabbit racing away in retreat their first thoughts are not of evtravagant riches or grandour. Neither were there any signs of hostility against the creature or a profound reason to catch a rabbit. To humans, rabbits were the lowest lifeforce on food-chain. The world saw them with no importance but to eat or hunt for enjoyment. That is, that was the belief held for most rabbits in the current age. Human thought of their existance as a needed resource for food, and it was the only comfortable way to describe it; there really was no other way to believe a rabbit had any significant value in the marketplace. In fact, all anyone probably saw was a weak creature who might become excellent game for hunting, and ultimately land on a wooden dinner dish within a poor household. However, that is not the story to be told with Jock. There was a tiny lurch in his stomach. It cried to him some feeling he had never felt before in his life - it was the reason he was being pulled there to this particular place. Jock had refused to adhear to the nonsensical treatment of running away from his fears, pressing onwards to his destination with courage. He had calculated what feeling it could have been, but it still made no logical sense on all terms flat. Maybe it could have been the familiar tingue of mistrust for any creature than his fellow rabbit race, but the eave of emotion that saught him afterwards told him otherwise. There was a indiscribable lump of pity and anxiety in his stomach, clinging to him and his senses. It was as if it was gripping him and pulling him forwards himself. Some creature was being mistreated again, and this being a creature he may not know well. However, that didn't matter; a creature was a creature in trouble, whether they were small or large. They were all the same to him, and that was a fact. Since he appeared as if he were no humanly threat, or just not important in any case at all, he could freely wander from the creature-lain woods to the human town in no flat time and not be the slightest bit worried about capture. Capture had no meaning to him at point, but the accusion of him not caring for his safety was heavily incorrect. He pondered if pursuers would chase him at some time or another, but it had never happened yet. No one would suspect him of having any gift, especially the power to bestow positive fortune upon another's soul, whether they be beast or man. The clear-cut lines of those "powers" or so to be described were not incredibly powerful enough to last forever, or for even longer than a few days, but they had sufficient effects. It was pretty easy to understand, however: Jock was still young and learning how to control his own course of gift. Nothing was perfect or refined yet, not a single thing harnassed to an all-knowledge of what a grand future he could provide for the forest. Bunnies could do large-scale heroic deeds, if they really wished. With the appearance of knowing what he was doing, this young bunny was no comtender to clash with; speed, as well as luck, was on his side to escape in a heartbeat. Someone with a normal racing ability had no chance to catch the last little end fur on his puffy tail with their lack of luck to support them. Jock had been able to escape several enemies in the past since he was born and raised, even if this pursuer was a fast predator. Yet, Jock knew he stood out among most rabbits for his coat color instead of mysterious "gift." He was terrifically easy to spot in the wooded areas, if anyone so chanced to head there and find him. Jock's coat, a stunning crystal-white flavor, was distinctively stained by a large circle black spot on his back. This feature was his trademark distinction. None of the other rabbits actually knew about his gifts, but only knew him straight-away from this visible genetic trait. After twitching his extended whiskers, he decided to race for it. Carefully, the tiny white blob of long-fur hopped out of the bush he resided in with a powerful kick of his hind legs. A quiet rustle of leaves erupted from his sudden rocket speed, sprinting fast towards the town through a field of high, itchy green grass. For the life of him, he had to figure out what was bothering him so blasted much or he would not be able to rest until he did. This was obviously going to be a threat to his safety, but the opposition of now knowing the truth would keep him upset. Though, no one would readily see him as anything important but a local animal. After all, no one would suspect a rabbit of being valuable. Edited by Super Professor Sarah-nyan, Sep 11 2009, 12:01 AM.
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| Pookie | Sep 11 2009, 03:13 PM Post #9 |
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The Evil Genius
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ooc! Thought I'd add another character to spice things up a bit, still working on him though so... xD Since we seem to be a bit male-heavy here, I've got something planned for the mage. xD Just to let you know. >:3 Muahahaha... -is plotting evil things- Oh, and this takes place in a completely different area, in case you couldn't tell. xD bic! Magelights of every size, shape, and color lit the inside of the castle, sending a cheery light and warmth throughout that was in complete contrast to the reality of those living there. It was difficult for anyone who might have been visiting to see a great difference, but the trained eye could decipher the frightened glances, the stiff backs, and strained smiles. Snatches of hushed whispers rang with horror, and every once in a while soft sobbing could be heard. A man dressed in luxurious clothes, and fitted with a circlet proclaiming his seat as King sat comfortably in the large stone throne. The man smiled to himself in spite of the disgust he felt. Humans truly were such simple creatures, so easy to manipulate and twist to one’s own whims. Take, for example, his own situation. He was indeed very handsome. His long, dark red hair accentuated his curiously light hazel eyes, framed by thick, dark lashes and boasting a face that every human women- and in some cases, men- melted for once a smile lit it up. He was tall, and muscular, with fair skin and a very fine taste in material things. Yes, the humans fell right for him. When he’d come to the mortal realm, he’d needed a way to get into a place of influence, somewhere he could… Change things. Never had he imagined he’d catch the fancy of a Queen. Nor had he thought the foolish wench would kill her own King so he might take his place. It all worked out in the end, though. Now, since his ‘beloved’ Queen had taken ill and died, he was King. There was oh so much to do. A malevolent smirk stretched across his features, and he couldn’t help the raucous laugh that escaped. The human servants here already knew their fate, and the true nature of their new King- and they were too frightened or, in some cases, obedient to do a thing about it. He was, after all, from a place all mortal creatures feared, and spent their entire lives trying to avoid. The Netherworld. Home of Demons. Every once in a while the illuminations caught just right, and his visage suddenly swirled with all shades of those colors that comprised his image. It frightened and awed the humans- not that he had to worry about that. Their minds were so very fragile, especially those peasants… A few kind words, talking them around in circles; they had no defense against him. It was almost… too easy. Well, he could warp their minds to whatever ends he wished with a simple thought, but... He much preferred to play with their minds. Torment them. It was so much fun! He yawned, stretching his length across the throne to fit more comfortably. In reality he looked nothing like a human; a more accurate description would be a mix between wolf, hyena, and cat- but then, even that wasn’t exactly true. His coat, swirling shades of scarlet and purple that danced and changed even as he stood still, rippled over his muscles as he moved. Darkened areas around his eyes, tips of his ears, feet, tail, and tips of the long, stiff hairs rising from his neck seemed as if to be made of shadows upon the evanescent colors of his coat. He kneaded his claws on the throne, the solid stone like nothing more than thin fabric to his unearthly claws. Heavily muscled shoulders led to long, thick forelegs, which ended in massive paws. A stiff, almost horse-like mane ran down his neck and ended part way down his back; his long, cat-like tail swished languidly. His legs looked almost too long for his body, giving him a gangly look; but looks didn’t matter. He was one of those at the top of the food chain, both in the Netherworld and Mortal realm. He had powers that surpassed simple magic; he could twist the very fabric of reality to his own. Of course… Now wasn’t the right time. He’d only just completely crossed the threshold between the two worlds, and he was, regrettably, still weak. And besides that, he needed the right host. But he had time. All the time in the universe. After all, who was going to stop Rhenquist, the Prince of Madness? For a moment, the illusion gave way to the beast behind the man, and golden yellow eyes with red pupils gazed around the chamber. Soon enough, this world would belong to him. Edited by Pookie, Sep 11 2009, 06:25 PM.
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| Sarin | Sep 13 2009, 09:28 AM Post #10 |
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Quill Dreamer
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(... oh, this sounds like it will be quite fun. xD And I promise Ark will join in at some point. Maybe. o-o; ) A leap with her powerful legs, and a painful flap of her flightless wings, were enough to carry the angel to the top of the overhang. After that sudden flurry of movement she froze, seeming a perfect statue - her pale skin echoed marble in the still-rising light, and her features were just alien enough to appear as some artist's representation of earthly beauty. Of course, her sudden movement earlier would render her impression useless now to any who had seen her, but she wasn't too concerned about that. Most people seemed to be distracted by the quickly developing scene around the cage, and besides, she wasn't doing this to hide. It was only that she imagined the hunters would be quite incensed by this point, and she didn't trust humans as far as she could throw them (although she did quite enjoy throwing them, when she had the opportunity). If they were to suddenly decide that their prey included all critters with so much as an inkling of magical nature in them, then she wanted to be off the ground. And her wings certainly wouldn't help that. And also, her perch gave her a better view of the scene, her navy eyes now raised above the heads of the gathering crowd. She smiled with the detached interest of one watching a movie. An Alphyn? She wondered where they had managed to dig up one of those. Well, either way, she'd have nothing to concern herself with now. The men would certainly be more concerned with their treasure than with some humanoid freak. She leaned forwards from the balcony, her wings arching around her, very pleased with the morning's show. The painful reminder that one day it could be her, the delicious relief in knowing that today, it wasn't. Then, her eyes narrowed suddenly. Magic. There was no mistaking the feeling that seemed to fill the air. She was too far away, too unfocused, to tell where it came from, where it was directed... but it meant that perhaps she should, after all, get involved in the little charade. If the magic was a harbinger of threat to the hunters, then she might be able to get a cut of their profits. And it never hurt to raise her standing, a job such as this might buy her months of peace. An Alphyn! Poor beast; but how do you compare another life to your own? Another flutter of feathers carried Eves gently down to the ground. She strode straight towards the cage, her long legs carrying her at a quick pace though she seemed to be moving lazily. She let her wings flutter mildly behind her for appearance's sake, but also for their practical purpose: the crowd cleared more readily for grandeur than for uncertainty. |
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