No Evil O/A TWO Sins Open

Would you sacrifice yourself for the world?

Yes	20.0%	[ 1 ]
No	0.0%	[ 0 ]
I'd be afraid too	40.0%	[ 2 ]
Maybe	40.0%	[ 2 ]
Total Votes:			[ 5 ]

[SmotheringOctopus]

After centuries of sleep they have finally awakened. They whisper into the minds with great potential. Each letter is a sweet whisper and a nail ripping into your mind, your heart. They make you promises. Deals. Anything your heart desires All you have to do is find the sins. Unleash their power and welcome back the ruler of the planet.


The role play is now open

[SmotheringOctopus]

A cold chill slipped into the caverns from the open world. It pressed into every dark corner before reaching a wall of rock. The chill searched for cracks before it found the opening into the wall of rock. It slipped in brushing against a dark bundle. The bundle remained still for a moment before a dark shadow rose. It stared out into the darkness, to a regular human they could never peer so deep into the darkness, but to the tentacle the darkness was as bright as day. After a moment the black mass began to disperse revealing a tiny snow white body in the middle. The tendrils gently shook easing the little girl out of her sleep. Without a noise she woke and out of habit rubbed at her eyeless face. The feel caused her to stop and slump pulling her legs to her body.

Stray tentacles that weren't taking in the world pet her hair in comfort. She would have offered a smile if she could, but they could feel her thanks. They gave her light shoves and she complied slowly rising up. Her legs shook and the tendrils pressed into the ground to steady her. She gripped one and another wrapped around her waist. Lucie raised her head staring into the darkness. I'm awake. She thought. Her mind flashed to the last time she was awoken, when whispers woke her before her time. She stiffened before her hands ran down her dress. It wasn't wet. In fact it felt just as clean and as soft as the day she received it. Ooh. Lucie raised a hand to her head. She couldn't remember what happened after that night. All she remembered was sobbing, had her guardians brought her back? She didn't know. She wasn't tired but just thinking of that night made her feel mentally and emotionally exhausted.

Slowly the tendrils released Lucie and she could stand on her own. Taking a step her tentacles prepared to brace her but she was fine. Her bare feet walked across the cold stone floor before she reached the opening of her tomb. Had her guardians awakened? Her tendrils remained close to her but watching the world sending Lucie bare flashes of images. She suddenly wondered if it was time, had the world come up with a plan for the Dark Lord? Could she release the others and herself? Then again, Lucie had never asked if she could ever release herself. She was the anchor. It had all happened so quickly and Lucie only wanted to help, but now she was afraid. Clinging to the door of the tomb she felt so lonely. A tendril pet her hair. They spoke to her through feelings of love before telling her that the guardians had yet to awaken.

They..haven't woken yet? But..what am I supposed to do? After the incident she couldn't imagine leaving the cave. But, last time she did not have her powers. Now she could, in a way, see and hear. There came a loud grumble that echoed Lucies body. She jumped before realizing it was her stomach. She was hungry. Hunger, Lucie thought back to the last time she had eaten. The order had been gracious enough to offer the sacrifices a meal before they slept. Lucie had food she'd never tried. One of her tentacles rose to the scent of something familiar. If Lucie had a mouth she would be drooling. Whatever it was, it smelt delicious. Another grumble. Ah, she was so hungry. Maybe...maybe she could just look? See what it was? And if there was enough bring some to her guardians.

Lucie steeled herself before following her tentacles to the cave entrance. She stepped into the morning light. Her tomb had been placed amass multiple trees in a mountain but the air that brushed against her skin felt thinner as if the trees had lessened.

[Kai_Itsuno]

Whispered upon jilted lover's lips . . .

. . . I come to tell you

Perfect. The shimmer of Mila's yellow-green eyes began to flicker like a flame in the excitement of beholding perfection. Her slender brows were narrowed over her wide eyes. A look of utmost concentration on her face lessened only by the strands of brown hair falling around, and framing her face, giving her the appearance of being younger than she looked. She held aloft her crispy prize between her middle and pointer finger, and moved it so that she could look into its ridges at different angles through the fluorescent lighting. Yes, this was true mastery held within her hands.

Through the ridges on her fingertips she could feel each of the little grains of salt coating the outer layer of the gods. Never before had she seen, smelt or dared to taste one such specimen of divine transcendence. No, comparing it to the only acceptable and average works before was defiling of this beauty. Each groove and ridge that her thumb brushed up against sent clear and pure appreciation to the crafting of such an object into her mind.

Mila drew the prize closer, its unique and overwhelming extravagance made even more apparent by its nearing. She gazed at its perfect textures and sent a little plea for resistance to its temptations to the heavens. So fragile and breathtaking in her fingers . . .

CRUNCH!

Mila savored the taste of the potato chip as her taste-buds began to dance in appreciation. Chips, one of the greatest human inventions, were her absolute favorite food. The humans had no idea what sort of achievement they made when they created the potato chip. And then they struck gold when they decided to sell the chips in bags that she could carry around with her to eat at any place.

Right now Mila was content to sit on a wooden bench near the woods of a small town. She knew this place quite well, having been here before and many times over in the few hundred years she's been alive. The slight breeze tousled her hair, sending strands of it onto the hand holding the chip bag as well as all around her face. She stared vacantly over the surrounding area, not caring much that the view had changed frequently. It was all a part of the human life cycle, after all. They just keep changing and changing.

There is always something new going on in the world. She was swinging her legs back and forth from under her. Being quite short her feet barely brushed against the ground, and so this did nothing to hinder her enjoying the feeling of being fully off the ground at any given moment while sitting. In all her years she had noticed the change in culture, language and knowledge. Humans were always developing, not unlike her own species. But the biggest change she had perceived was the shift in attitude. Chivalry, goodness, genuine heroism. These qualities were getting harder to find, and it fascinated her.

Mila pushed off the bench and stuffed her half-eaten bag of chips into her coat pocket. The wind picked up at the same moment, sending her hair into a wild frenzy of strands that began to resemble tendrils of darkness invading the serene landscape around her. Mila reached up, a frown gracing her lips, and attempted to control her hair. Of all the days to have lost my hair-tie.
She couldn't explain what, but in this moment that the wind died down Mila felt a change inside of her somewhere. Her eyes lost their sight for the briefest of moments, barely enough for her to register that she had lost it. A shadow cast over her thoughts, making her realize that maybe the humans weren't the only things changing.

There's a change waiting inside all of us . . . Right?





Mood: Introspective, Appreciative of the potato chip gods.
Place: A bench in a small town, near the woods
With Who:Nobody.
Thoughts:There's something in the air.

"Everyone has secrets."

[Victoria Mirabella Gates]

wнo ι'м wιтн // No One
wнere ι'м αт // Leaving her tomb
ooc // First Post

❝ Hell happens when the e v i l of the w o r l d exceeds our b e l i e f that we can s t o p it

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Eyelids twitched before fluttering open revealing nothing but darkness to their owner. The only difference between the inky black void of sleep and the darkness she was experiencing now was that for the first time in a long time Llewellyn was conscious of the fact there was darkness. She was waking up; at least she thought she was waking up. Perhaps she was not waking up so much as becoming conscious of her own mind; though she could have sworn, she felt her eyes open out of instinct. As the next few minutes ticked by, muscles and nerves began waking up one by one, much like someone flicking on individual light switches inside her body until everything was able to move and function properly. Oh yes, she was definitely waking up but the next thing to come to her mind was she suppose to be waking up. Unease and the lingering effect of the sleep paralysis weighed down her limbs causing her to work harder to get her figure in an upright position.

A gentle heave of her body had Llewellyn onto her feet in a few seconds though the action did cause her knees to over extend and her legs to give out under her. The only thing that prevented her from crashing to the floor in a blaze of klutzy glory was her grasp on the alter and her ability to fall towards it. ”Dang it! Come on legs wake up!” Llewellyn growled out in a frustrated hush tone before smacking at her legs to help wake up the muscles. Once she was sure that they were willing to work and would not give out on her again, she moved about the medium sized space slowly. Pale-skinned fingers glided blindly along the walls and over the stone surfaces inside her tomb leading her about the space while creating a mental map of the tombs layout. Bare feet padded across the dirt flooring returning the familiar scent of earth and stale air to her memory. If memory served her right, her guardian would be near the opening to the tomb. Of course, that was only if they had not woken up first and ventured out without her.

A few tentative steps more and Llewellyn was at the lower entrance of her tomb. The realization caused her to reach out until her hand collided gently with the slumped head of her guardian allowing for her to brush her finger’s over the strands of hair on the guardian’s head. A sense of relief settled in Llewellyn’s system before showing itself in the form of a sigh of relief escaping her. Thankfully her guardian was still present in the tomb but from the feel of things was still asleep and that little bit of information was concerning. If she was awake now, shouldn’t they be as well? Frowning slightly, she chose to continue her exploration through the entranceway her guardian slept beside, each of her movements slow and calculated as Llewellyn took the upward climbing stairs cautiously.

It did not take long for the stairs to reach a conclusion and smooth out into a cool to the touch stone floor. The echo coming from Llewellyn’s footsteps provide some knowledge that she had entered another room to the tomb. Blindly she sought out a wall before locating one and following it around the space in hopes of finding another door. A few steps forward gave her the opening she was looking for as skilled fingers danced over the creases left between the stonewalls and door. Bracing herself, Llewellyn placed her palms against the stone door’s surface before giving it a hard shove with all her might. It took a few shoves but the door finally gave way to the force of her shoves and scrapped open flooding the space with the smell of fresh air and the sounds of birds. It seemed fitting that they had entombed her in a mausoleum Llewellyn thought as she inhaled the smell of fresh air deeply for the first time in centuries while working to fix the band of cotton cloth secured tightly over her eyes. ”I wonder how much trouble I would get in if I wandered just a few steps farther.” Llewellyn mused aloud to herself before taking another tentative step forward out of the tomb and into the warmth of the sun.

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And, being h a u n t e d by your m i s t a k e s is a fate far worse than d e a t h ❞