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 Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 12:18 pm
-_-_-_-_Werewolves_-_-_-_- Character Name: Azarail Scythe
Species: Supernatural (Spirit Wolf)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 135
Eye color: pale gold/yellow
Hair Color: Blackish blue with streaks of white
Build: Can be described as lean.
(you can look up the definition on Dictionary.com if you don't know.
It will be number 9 on the second definition)-_-_-_-_Personal Information_-_-_-_-Personality: Azarail is a quiet wolf, but his emotions are rather pure. He can be sweet and caring, and loyal, but a bit stubborn at times and cold at others. When Azarail is upset, which depending on what it was that happened, can be pretty easy to come by, things can get a bit ugly. Like, say someone in the pack that he cares for gets hurt, he will first take care of that wolf, comforting them and assuring them revenge will be had, and then will seek out the person who did the harm with intentions to either kill or maim. Though he is patient, he doesn't like sitting still too long, and will often pace as he waits. At times he can seem apathetic about things, but most of the time he can be rather cheery and somewhat hyper.
Biography: Zairith and Azarail are twins, both born and raised werewolves. On the night of their birth, with a hallowed moon in the sky (also known as a hunters moon sometimes, and that's when the moon is orange and larger then usual in the sky) and the air so cold one could see a thick cloud of their breath when exhaling, they were found to have been born with their fathers traits...the Supernatural wolf. Azarail could turn into the form of a spirit wolf, shifting from a solid figure to that of a spirit for certain periods of time. Being a spirit wolf allowed him to harness the energy of spirit itself. Zairith was born as a shadow wolf, able, like Azarail, to change his form from solid to shadow for certain periods of time. This also gave him the ability to harness Shadow energy.
As they grew, being taught by their parents and the pack they were to join, they soon witnessed their first real transformations at the age of 4 years old when their forms finally became more defined. Azarail and Zairith were opposites in color, and Zairith's eyes were as orange as the moons was on their birth, while the others was a pale yellow like that of the harvest moon. They a sister who was always sickly, and she was considered the omega, but the two brothers didn't care and decided to keep her near them anytime they were home. Both took care of her until the day she passed away. No one could understand what had happened to her, nor why her wolf had rejected her body when she was actually born with it.
After her death, the two brothers became much closer, as twins do often, getting lost in their own worlds as they only spoke to each other and never really went anywhere outside of their house without one another. Several years later however, something changed that, and they both opened up to the world again. They had another frail sister, along with a brother and one other sister who actually made the birthing without the other twos frailty. The two brothers took care of her just as they had their last sister, but this time, they are trying to make sure she survives.
They eventually joined Shadowed Moon pack together, bringing their sister with them to live in a medium sized cabin in the woods. they take care of her there, all the while fulfilling their duties.
Side: Shadowed Moon
Position in the Pack: Epsilon (going to try for Beta)
Job: Epsilon (possibly temp) and works with his brother in a meat/herb (medicinal plants) store. Both Own this store as well.
Dominance: 9
Control: 9
Wolf Appearance: -_-_-_-_Other_-_-_-_-Other:
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 12:21 pm
-_-_-_-_Werewolves_-_-_-_- Character Name: Zairith Scythe
Species: Supernatural (Shadow Wolf)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 135
Eye color: ice blue
Hair Color: Blackish blue with streaks of white
Build: Can be described as lean.
(you can look up the definition on Dictionary.com if you don't know.
It will be number 9 on the second definition)-_-_-_-_Personal Information_-_-_-_-Personality: Zairith is a rather quiet wolf, choosing not to talk too often, especially to those he feels he has no reason to communicate with. This wolf is indeed quite a bit more cold hearted then his twin Azarail, and can have a cruel sense of humor. Though he can be..well..somewhat sweet to people, and can be kind to them as well, he usually rejects them and their friendships..though he won't avoid company. It's not like he wants to be alone. He is possessive and defensive about quite a few things, and those of whom actually get close to him most definitely won't have to worry about not having someone to protect them. Competitive by nature, he often gets into little scuffles with his brother when he either loses or wins. He usually seems dazed or apathetic at times when he isn't around others he cares for.
Biography: Zairith and Azarail are twins, both born and raised werewolves. On the night of their birth, with a hallowed moon in the sky (also known as a hunters moon sometimes, and that's when the moon is orange and larger then usual in the sky) and the air so cold one could see a thick cloud of their breath when exhaling, they were found to have been born with their fathers traits...the Supernatural wolf. Azarail could turn into the form of a spirit wolf, shifting from a solid figure to that of a spirit for certain periods of time. Being a spirit wolf allowed him to harness the energy of spirit itself. Zairith was born as a shadow wolf, able, like Azarail, to change his form from solid to shadow for certain periods of time. This also gave him the ability to harness Shadow energy.
As they grew, being taught by their parents and the pack they were to join, they soon witnessed their first real transformations at the age of 4 years old when their forms finally became more defined. Azarail and Zairith were opposites in color, and Zairith's eyes were as orange as the moons was on their birth, while the others was a pale yellow like that of the harvest moon. They a sister who was always sickly, and she was considered the omega, but the two brothers didn't care and decided to keep her near them anytime they were home. Both took care of her until the day she passed away. No one could understand what had happened to her, nor why her wolf had rejected her body when she was actually born with it.
After her death, the two brothers became much closer, as twins do often, getting lost in their own worlds as they only spoke to each other and never really went anywhere outside of their house without one another. Several years later however, something changed that, and they both opened up to the world again. They had another frail sister, along with a brother and one other sister who actually made the birthing without the other twos frailty. The two brothers took care of her just as they had their last sister, but this time, they are trying to make sure she survives.
They eventually joined Shadowed Moon pack together, bringing their sister with them to live in a medium sized cabin in the woods. they take care of her there, all the while fulfilling their duties.
Side: Shadowed Moon
Position in the Pack: Warrior
Job: Warrior (possibly temp) and works with his brother in a meat/herb (medicinal plants) store. Both Own this store as well.
Dominance: 7
Control: 9
Wolf Appearance: -_-_-_-_Other_-_-_-_-Other: He is pretty much blind in his right eye. The collar around his neck may play something important later on.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 12:24 pm
-_-_-_-_Werewolves_-_-_-_- I can also look like thisCharacter Name: Kaina Maybell Scythe
Species: Supernatural Wolf
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115 pounds
Eye color: One eye is a light brown, the other green
Hair Color: brown
Build: Thin framed in human form. She is sickly-_-_-_-_Personal Information_-_-_-_-Personality: Kaina is a quiet girl of very few words and usually has a very warm heart. She loves when people come to visit her, and smiles a lot even though the pain that's always in her eyes sometimes makes them look hollow. She has a love for water lilies and white roses, though her absolute favorite flowers are actually Dahlias. She seems to not really fear much at all, and finds no reason to be afraid of the infected wolves or hunters. She is actually rather friendly with both. (which no one but her really knows about) She only really gets angry when people act like she's nothing but a pup who can't do anything right, or when they try to hurt her brothers. She loves to hum, and sing when she can, or when no one is around. She loves to laugh, and she loves the outside, but can't go there often due to her condition.
She becomes sad easily though and can often be found crying or with her knees curled up to her chest. Her brothers and their friends don't really know it, but she is slightly self destructive but not to the point that she would kill herself. She loves to draw though, and if you want to cheer her up when she is sad, you can always bring her some flowers or sushi, because she loves both.
Biography: When Kaina was born she was small but healthy. She stayed that way until her 3rd birthday, when she wondered from her parents side while they were at a festival. They had been worried sick about her and searched everywhere for her. When they did finally get a hold of Kaina, though, she seemed fine, if not a bit messy because of playing in the mud. She seemed happy, smiling and giggling, like nothing was wrong. However, after two weeks, she started to seem weaker, and was constantly sick. The caretaker would come and take a look at her but couldn't find anything wrong other then a high temperature or the fact that she could hardly keep weight on her.
She suggested to keep her in bed or inside the house as much as they could so that she could rest. Her brothers took care of her from that point on, always watching out for attacks if they would come, or for any signs of infection. They didn't have any fears that she was indeed infected though because the caretaker said she showed no signs of it, nor did the doctors that came to look at her. Not only that, but her scent held no traces of the virus. In fact, her scent had always been strong and reminded them of the flowers she grew in the garden..but mostly of roses. Just like the other sister they had taken care of until their parents said she passed from illness who had carried the scent of Cherry blossoms.
What the others didn't know however, was how serious her condition actually was and is. They didn't even know the truth about what happened with their other sister who was, in fact, still alive. Since her brothers had left their home to live in a cabin within the woods, Kaina has lived with them, tending to the garden she has grown around the place, along with selling them when it was the right time. She has come close to transforming twice, neither of which times her brothers had been there. Though she was born a wolf, she has no control over it.
Side: Shadowed Moon (depending on my decision may change later)
Position in the Pack: Omega
Job: Omega, She likes to sell flowers that she grows around the cabin her brothers and her own in the woods.
Dominance: 2
Control: 1
Wolf Appearance: -_-_-_-_Other_-_-_-_-Other:
Some times her eyes become an unnatural shade of purple. She has feathers wound through her fur and seems to be able to use Telekinesis (The movement, bending, breaking, or manipulating of physical objects with the mind) This she can use freely, but cannot use to move other wolves or people unless they have a weak mind or will. Even then she can only push them a tiny bit.
and very slight control over Thought-form which she can only control for a few minutes. (thought-form is the projection of something with the use of the mind. Much like Illusions being created using the mind. This really tires her out and is guaranteed to make her fall unconscious after use. Even after waking she will not be able to move for a while either.)
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 3:40 pm
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Mistress of Monsters Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 9:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 8:33 pm
-_-_-_-_Fae_-_-_-_- Character Name: Liam Raine
Race: Fae (Diwata)
Appearance Age: 19 - 20 years old
Age: After reaching 200 he stopped counting. (he's much older now)
Gender: Male
Height: approximately 6'2"
Eye color: They often switch from a steely blue to a light purplish blue.
Hair Color: A bluish black that can fade to a more pure shade of black at his will.
Build: lean-_-_-_-_Personal Information_-_-_-_-Personality: Like many fae, he is a bit mischievous, tricky, and really hates to be bored. However, for the most part he seems calm and collected, almost to the point that it often gets on others nerves. He also acts rather cold and distant when things that others may consider as terrible occur, and will often be a jerk about it too if someone else brings it up to him. It's not like he can't be kind, because he can, it's just that he hardly ever shows it to anything or anyone other then those who live directly in the forest and respect it. Even then the signs of kindness are probably hard to see, since he is extremely detached from his emotions. When he speaks, he usually tells the truth. One of the main things in his personality however, is his unyielding devotion to the forest around him, and especially to the area he has deemed his own to protect, and will become furious and hateful/vengeful towards any who would dare to do harm to it.
He has a fury that is almost impossible to calm once sparked, and can only be calmed by a few things. What those things are, you'll have to find out on your own.
Biography: To be honest Liam has never really lived in either of the courts, and his parents were never a part of one. He does know though, that his parents parents were most likely in one, and that one most likely being the Seelie Court. However, his parents must have left, or refused to join for some reason right? At least, that had always been his assumption, since he never really had the chance to question them. You see, Liam heard sometime in the distant past, that his parents forests were destroyed, their homes somehow discovered by either humans, or perhaps another race, and obliterated, along with them. It hurt him to know that his parents were killed, but due to his detached emotions his outward reactions made this only vaguely noticeable. It wasn't that he hadn't cared, it was simply that he had trouble showing it.
Eventually, he had moved from the area that his parents had lived in, away from the burned down, broken, ruined forest that used to be breathtakingly beautiful, and found a new home. This home was near the town called Lone, and even though the place seemed much colder, and more devoid of the life he was used to, he had found an area of the large surrounding forest and settled down. After he had found the right spot, he had encouraged his home to grow, a massive tree that is hidden behind a glamor of sorts so that most people wouldn't be able to see it. (Though if you had the ability to see through glamors then his actual home would be visible and reachable.). For a long time, all he did, was wonder the forests, mountains, and any other place near by him that he could, and learned about their inhabitants. To his surprise, there were actually a few races there that he had never come across in his old home. The were creatures here were more powerful, larger or quicker, and much more abundant. Oh and another thing he noticed, was the fact that there seemed to be some sort of illness spreading amongst them, one that turned them into much larger, more powerful though much less in control, wolves...and that the others were scared of them. Then there was the odd ones that called themselves vampyres, and many others to go along with them.
To be honest, even to this day, he has hardly ever seen another fae in his woods or any of the other surrounding areas. He does sometimes go into the towns, but the iron is difficult to avoid once there, so he tries his best to stay on the same path he takes there every day, so that he may work
Side: Neutral
Rank: He has no rank
Job: He works as a sort of Florest in his small shop at the edge of town, selling some of the wild flowers that grow around his home, and that he gathers on his trips through the woods. He also works as a guardian for the forest, of his own choice, and at no ones request.
Powers: As a Diwata, he has a few abilities. Some come naturally to him, and others, though still considered natural by some, that came to him later.
Living Wilds: He can control the areas of the forest around him in order to defend not only himself, but the forest itself. This means that he can make the vines, branches, petals, leaves, roots, all come to life at his will and either simply move them about to create walls, or, to use them in an attack. He will only use this in a case of emergency. He prefers to keep the forests respect, after all.
Sharp Thorns/Razor Petals: He uses a barrage of petals and thorns to attack those he finds a threat. The petals he uses are generally a light blue, and they carry an unnatural, though beautiful glow with them. The thorns are generally black as coal, and pack a slightly hallucinogenic poison that can not kill, but may cause one to hallucinate.
Blessings and Curses: These are generally nothing serious, though, they can still cause those who fall under one some trouble, or maybe, they might bring some good into their lives. (The curse/blessing will not be used without the permission of those who are supposed to receive them. This will hopefully be something that can be fun for both parties involved. ^ ^ Oh and only if the person wants, will the curse be really serious.)
Glamor: Almost all fae have this ability, and it's pretty self explanatory, but just in case, here's a quick little summary. Glamor is the ability to manipulate ones appearance, for the most part, not physically or literally, but visually. To the naked eye, or to one without the ability to see through glamors, they will look like what they want them to see. (don't get me wrong though, some Fae can make others physically feel the glamor as well, though it may feel a little off.)
-_-_-_-_Other_-_-_-_-Other: Most Diwata have perfect skin without the usual wrinkles on the elbows or fingers that humans and other races have. His skin is also pale and smooth with a slightly cold feeling about it.
Also, he lives in a section of the forest near a small pond. There is a massive tree with blue petals instead of green leaves or the usual blossom colors there, whose roots grow partially underneath this pond. It is hidden by a glamor that would usually make others feel as though they should avoid just where the tree is, and that makes it seem like a dead tree that was struck by lightning at some point. (those who can see through glamor, will obviously be able to see the tree.)
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 8:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 5:16 pm
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Mistress of Monsters Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 4:12 pm
-_-_-_-_People Magickal_-_-_-_- Character Name: Alyssia Bellhart (Hawthorne)
Type: Conjurer (Witch?)
Age Appearance: 8 - 9 years old
Age: 9 years old
Gender: Female
Height: 4'3"
Eye color: Orangish Red
Hair Color: A very light, pale blonde
Build: Lithe -_-_-_-_Personal Information_-_-_-_-Personality: Alyssia is a very quiet girl, especially around other people, though, as a child, she is still very curious, and can become excited when it comes to most new things. She hardly talks, and seems to be distant at times, though not emotionally, simply in the mind, as though she were deep in thought about something most of the time. She dislikes meeting new people, and only really ever trusts Sera, often clinging to her or hiding behind her at times when she is scared or upset. Sometimes she gets extremely sad, and will start to cry, even though she is never completely sure as to why she does so.
Alyssia is mostly honest about things, though when it comes to how she feels, she tends to try and hide her face or hide it in general from Sera, not wanting her to see her as a cry baby or someone who only knows how to cry. She is most happy when away from large groups of people, preferring to wonder the mountains or forests and such over being in a town, though she is willing enough to follow Sera into the towns, if that's where she wanted to go. As a little girl, she tends to be afraid of some things more easily then most, and one of her biggest fears is being left alone, and another, well, sadly enough, wolves.
Biography: Alyssia wasn't always traveling with Sera, in fact, she used to have an actual home, with parents, and a brother, who may not have been the best of people. Born to one of the Archmages on what others considered, "The Dark Side" of her kind of people, a lot was expected of her parents and in turn, any child that was born to them. So imagine a child being born, pale blonde hair, hellfire eyes, and yet a purity and affinity for most things light, into a place that dealt mostly in Dark Magics. Her parents of course, ignored it, knowing that with time the child would learn anyways, and that most babies came into the world pure as this one had. They still loved it, and cherished it, though their son did not.
The son (Sabel) took one look at the child after it was born, and knew that when she grew up, she would cause their family trouble. However, he couldn't act yet, since he knew that until at least her 3rd or 4th birthday, his parents would be keeping a very close eye on her, wanting to be sure that she was safe, and that she started learning things at a young age. He himself had a lot of training to do, and a lot to learn still, even at a much older age then his new sister, and therefore he found no reason to worry too much about it anyways.
Over the years Alyssia grew up with her parents by her side, or another mage of some sort to teach her, or to take care of her. However, it was clear, to at least Sabel, that her abilities were still tilting more towards a lighter sort of magic then what his parents and the rest of the magic users on their side, normally wielded, not to mention that Alyssia herself seemed to avoid using most of the things taught to her. Even though she seemed like a natural in her ability to wield magic, she hardly ever did so, most of the time letting her attention slip to something else, though since she was only 4 by then, it was somewhat understandable. A child is going to want to run and play, not sit around and try to grasp the concept of magic every day.
She was also smarter then most children her age...which gained her a lot of attention that Sabel honestly didn't think she deserved.
Things went on like this for a while, up until she reached the age of six. Already she was strong enough to be considered a little ways under a Master, but her age is what prevented her from taking position as one, not to mention her unwillingness to do as she was asked. Her parents gave her a lot of leeway, that they wouldn't normally give Sabel or anyone else for that matter, and though some of the others accepted this, many others did not, one of these people, obviously being her brother. One day their parents had to leave for a few days to take care of an issue that had been brought to their attention about the other (guild?), leaving the two for the most part alone with each other.
Alyssia had wondered outside, her seventh birthday coming the next day, she was allowed to wonder a little more freely then she used to be, though still not allowed to leave the grounds. Sabel had found her near the garden, sitting in front of a pond, staring down at a few drifting water lilies, her fingers drifting slowly through the cool waters. She seemed tired, and as though she had been crying, and her lips were moving as though she was talking to something or someone. It was odd to him, but he didn't question it. Instead he remained where he was and watched her.
Alyssia had had a dagger with her, having been told that she had to carry it with her at all times when she left the building, and she had it laying across her lap as she smiled and spoke to a fish that drifted through the water of the pond, every once in a while popping its head up to watch her, or to n** playfully at her fingers.
After he watched her for a while, and after he noticed that she had curled up on the grass, fingers still in the water, but her eyes closed as though she had drifted off to sleep, he made his move. However, just as he had gotten her far away from their home, but before he could set her down, she woke with a start, frightened to see her brother holding her and that he had taken her somewhere strange (all the while knowing that he hated her for everything she was), and tried to get out of his grasp. She had barely succeeded as he tried to keep a hold of her, just barely slipping out of his arms, and just managing to slip the dagger she still held out of her sleeve, and with what strength she did have, stabbed it at her brother as he tried to knock her out. The blade went through his hand, and furious, he still managed to strike her, knocking her to the ground, and tearing the thing from his hand. He left it and her there, and left her without a single look back.
For at least least half a year, she wondered alone, surviving off of very little as she went. She honestly didn't know how to take care of herself, and by the time Sera found her, she was already seven and a half years old. Since then, she's been traveling with her. However, Alyssia has also lost her memories of her past, and of her abilities, making her seem pretty much human.
Side: Born Dark, is more Light but for now is Neutral
Rank: Conjurer
Job: She doesn't have one, she is young and follows Sera
Powers: She honestly doesn't remember her past all that much, and right now might as well be considered almost human since she doesn't know how to use her abilities. However here they are.
Conjure Spirits: She is (will be) able to summon spirits to fight for her, or to speak with in order to (hopefully) gather some small bits of information/help. Most of the fighting spirits that she will be able to summon are those of two particular elements. (Earth and Ice) They often show up in the form of animals.
Animal Speak: She is able to communicate with certain types of animals, one of these types being fish, obviously. She can also speak to felines, and avian type animals, most others being extremely difficult to understand.
-_-_-_-_Other_-_-_-_-Other: Right now she doesn't remember anything of her past, other then her dagger stabbing into someones hand. She has flashbacks but they make no sense to her and often upset her. Alyssia is rather strong, but due to the damage done to her, that also caused her loss of memories, she has lost some of that strength, and right now, can't even wield her magic...at least, not on purpose. Most of the time when it even accidentally slips, it isn't with anything really noticeable.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 4:16 pm
Okay so I'll reserve this for a sample post. Also, This will be my last character for a while.Fear Not This Night, You Will Not Go Astray
Though Shadows call, still the stars find their way
Awaken from a quiet sleep, hear the whispering of the wind
Awaken as the silence grows, in the solitude of the night <--Alyssia-(Hawthorne)-Bellhart-< I Can't Remember Who I Really Am
Nor Why I Am Here With You Right Now ╔══════════════╗ Darkness spreads through all the land,
And Your weary eyes open silently
Sunsets have forsaken all and must open their eyes now
Nightmares come when shadows grow,
Ice glows and heartbeats slow, ╚══════════════╝ Darkness, cold, horrible, painful darkness. It surrounded her, surrounded her every thought, and her body ached from it. Something strong, hard, and heavy collides with her head, over and over again. Over and over and over and over, until she can't take it anymore and that darkness pulls her under again, away from the hateful person behind the pain.
She couldn't understand, couldn't grasp at why the person who had done this to her, who was doing this to, held so much hatred for her, had always held so much hatred for her. Try as she might, she could never wrap her tiny little hands around a reason, could never keep hold of the memory of the persons face. It was always the same, pain, pain, pain, and before that, a flash of silver, a sound of agony, rage, and blood. Crimson blood pouring out over the blade before the cold hand collided with her skull, knocking her to the ground.
Alyssia couldn't take it anymore, and just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, she found herself, once again all alone and wondering the streets, the forests, and the mountains by herself. She found herself running from a pack of wild wolves, too big to be natural, a terrified look on her face, eyes wide and a scream tearing from her throat as tears slid down her cheeks. Somehow she had managed to hide from them, huddling in a fallen tree with a hollowed out trunk, knees curled to her chest, arms wrapped around them as her body shook with every sob.
She was alone, truly alone, and no one was there to save her, to comfort her and tell her that she would be okay. Then it was back to the darkness and the pain, and once again she screamed, though this time it was out loud as she thrashed around in her sleeping bag, tears that had escaped in her sleep, slipping down her cheeks and onto the cloth. Then she was sitting up, lips parted still as her scream burst from her again. Without intending to, or really realizing she had done so, she had released some of her magic, and a large stream of light blue, almost iridescent butterflies suddenly lifted into the sky, tiny silvery bits of ice trailing behind them as the drifted away from her.
Her gaze darted around, searching, desperately for someone, anyone, just so she was sure that she wasn't alone. That's when her gaze landed on Serah, who seemed to be leaning against a tree, most likely awake now due to her screaming. Alyssia slid out of her sleeping bag and crawled quickly towards her, tears streaming down her face as she did so. Once she had reached the vampyre she threw herself onto her, and buried her face into her shoulder, sobbing. She hated seeming so weak, but she couldn't help it, not after what she had just gone through, again, for more then her hundredth time. ╔══════════════╗ Auroras make circumstance,
In the solitude of our life,
Pleading silent arias gently grieving in captive misery
Darkness sings a violent song
Yet our hope can still rise up
╚══════════════╝ But I Know That You Are Someone I Can Trust
Because I Know You Won't Leave Me Behind >-----The-Conjurer------> And though the night skies fill with Darkness
Fear not, press on, hold out and take my hand
Fear not this night, You will not go astray
Though shadows fall still the stars find a way [align=left][i][size=9]Fear Not This Night, You Will Not Go Astray
Though Shadows call, still the stars find their way
Awaken from a quiet sleep, hear the whispering of the wind
Awaken as the silence grows, in the solitude of the night[/size][/i][/align]
[align=right][size=20]<--Alyssia-(Hawthorne)-Bellhart-< [/size][/align][align=right][size=12]I Can't Remember Who I Really Am
Nor Why I Am Here With You Right Now[/size][/align][imgleft]http://i1173.photobucket.com/albums/r589/transparentIllustrator/Untitled-6.png[/imgleft][align=center][size=18]╔══════════════╗[/size][/align][align=center][size=9]Darkness spreads through all the land,
And Your weary eyes open silently
Sunsets have forsaken all and must open their eyes now
Nightmares come when shadows grow,
Ice glows and heartbeats slow,[/size][/align][align=center][size=18]╚══════════════╝[/size][/align]
[align=center][size=9].[/size][/align][align=center][size=18]╔══════════════╗[/size][/align][align=center][size=9]Auroras make circumstance,
In the solitude of our life,
Pleading silent arias gently grieving in captive misery
Darkness sings a violent song
Yet our hope can still rise up
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[align=right][size=12]But I Know That You Are Someone I Can Trust
Because I Know You Won't Leave Me Behind[/size][/align][align=right][size=20]>-----The-Conjurer------>[/size][/align]
[align=left][i][size=9]And though the night skies fill with Darkness
Fear not, press on, hold out and take my hand
Fear not this night, You will not go astray
Though shadows fall still the stars find a way[/size][/i][/align]
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 9:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 10:45 pm
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Mistress of Monsters Captain
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