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| What do you think you'll be? |
| Werewolf / Lycanthrope / Shapeshifter |
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17% |
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| Vampire / Undead / immortal with a catch |
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20% |
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| Elf / Drow / immortal without a catch |
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17% |
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| Dwarf / Gnome / Halfling |
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| Yokai / Tiefling / Demonkin / something very BAD |
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| Celestian / Aasimar / Angelkin / Something pretty awesome |
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5% |
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| DRAGON!!! |
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| Minotaur / Centaur / Demi-human |
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5% |
[ 2 ] |
| Other / I saw it in a movie, so it COUNTS! |
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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 8:13 am
Anya returned with a small assortment of swords from the Lord's chambers and set them down before Santaiel and Lady Di'Mieantro. "I might have known that a Lord would only practice 'refined combat'. Silly men and their adherance to their 'rules' and 'etiquette' when the only rules are those of life and death and the only etiquette is that of weapons in combat. Regardless," she continued with a gesture toward the pillow case full of swords, "I brought enough for all of us, assuming you permit your servant to wield a weapon and you care to do so yourself, Lady Di'Mieantro."
She thought over a few things to herself for a moment, including whether or not Lady Di'Mieantro wished to be called Lady Di'Mieantro, if only for her child's sake, or whether she wished to be known by another name, and what Anya herself could do for better protection against the lycan that hunted them. "My Lady, I can't say I'm sure how long we will be able to remain here in this mansion; you might want to gather some personal effects or some food or something while we can, and, if it wouldn't offend you, I'd like to make some light armor from whatever the late Lord of the house had at his disposal and perhaps what is left over from the apparel you do not want to take with you."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 10:07 am
 “I’m not a servant, I’m a slave!” Santaiel burst out. The two women in the room turned and looked at him, surprised at his outburst. After staring at him surprised and confused, Lana lowered her gaze and spoke softly, her face full of sadness and guilt, “Yes, it is true. My husband bought you. But he is dead now Santaiel, you may do as you please.” She continued to stare at the floor, lost in her thoughts. Santaiel shifted uncomfortably. Finally, she looked up and faced Anya again. “Well, Lady Anya, I myself shall not wield a blade, I would do more harm than good to either myself or an ally. I know not how to wield a blade. However, Santaiel can do so if he so chooses. He is not beholden to me or mine anymore,” she paused, flinching slightly, readying herself for Santaiel’s reaction. When none came, she continued, “Please, good lady, take what you need to protect yourself. We are much indebted for the help you are giving us. I know my husband had some armor around from when he served, briefly, in the military. Once I am done up here packing, I will go down to the kitchen and gather bundles of food for us all.” She stared down at the floor once more, gathering strength and courage, and then looked Santaiel in the eyes, “If it wouldn’t burden you, would you please guard over my daughter when I go to gather food?” Santaiel kept Lana’s gaze for a long time before he nodded his head in agreement and glanced away. Lana visibly relaxed and turned to the catwoman again, “You have free reign of the house to take what you need. The room next to my husband held more of his personal affects so you should have luck finding protective things there. I shall begin to gather here.” She turned to go to the closet and paused, “Oh, and please call me Lana or Lady Lana.” She nodded and went to the closet. Santaiel grimaced at Anya and spoke in harsh tones, “I guess I can help you, Lady Redclaw, in your search for materials.” He gave a mock bow.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 11:41 am
{Cause you're pretty. That line stays with me for some reason... Anyway...}The Kaelan huffed at Santaiel in response with a look of chagrin on her face. "Well, since we're done with the honorifics around here, there's no need to call me Lady anymore, either. Truth be told, I don't really care for that kind of thing. Anya will do, or Redclaw, if you like, and I graciously accept your offer of materials here. I'll be in shouting range at the very least, and I'll come back here and help him watch over your child while you are away." With that, Anya turned and began to prowl down the hall, Santaiel more conspicuously in tow. "And I don't see what your dislike of me is based in," she began after she was out of Lana's hearing distance, "I've done you no ill, and you are now free, so what reason could there be for your mistrust of me, anyway? We're all on the same side here." She entered the first room near the former master's chamber and began to sort through the various keepsakes there, but only one caught her eye: an ornamented halberd. "Heh, it ain't that lycan's lucky day," she mused as she lifted the weapon from its resting place. The blade was still sharp and held fast; indeed, it was a service weapon that had been decorated after its capture. "This will do just fine... I suppose the armor must reside in the other room then."She made her way down the hall, checking corners and halls before she passed them. Anya found that the door was locked and frowned for a moment. "Can't all be easy fixes, now, can they," she muttered as she contemplated the situation. She smacked her lips after a moment, "I suppose the Lord would have the key himself... You can stay put if you don't want to go in there; I won't think anything less of you," she teased with a smile.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 2:08 pm
"There is nothing we can do against that Rider," Vasilisa said quietly, "His appearence here is unsettling... as it means a very powerful being from Mother Russia has come to this realm."
She walked further into the clearing, I must get some answers... but I doubt that even she would be able to provide them. She must have come because of the debt I owe her.
She looked to the northwest, where Ivan was being held, then to the south, where the Rider was heading towards Baba Yaga.
After a few moments, she shook her head, "I hope I don't regret this..." and headed south.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 5:32 pm
((OOC: It’s one of my favourite quotes. Granted, most of them are my favourite, lol.) “The lady asked me to watch over the child,” Santaiel spat quietly at the woman once they had reached the hall. I don’t like you because you smell funny, Santaiel thought, Same side or not. He then cocked his head to the side then the other, puzzled as to why he would think that. He had never disliked or distrusted someone because of their smell before…He tunes out Anya while he deliberated over the scent dilemma. He came back to the present when he saw the girl pick up the elaborated jeweled weapon. He eyed it greedily, glancing impassively at the other trinkets in the room.
He followed silently behind the girl and glared at her in disdain when she smirked at him, questioning his bravery and courage. “I have no problems going into the room,” he growled, “nor do I care what you think!” He stomped huffily down the corridors until he was in front of the lord’s room again. He paused as he reached for the handle, seeing the cat’s expression he scoffed and quickly turned the handle, pushing the door open to reveal the bloody scene.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 7:38 pm
User Name: O Pandemonium Character Name: Aali Gender: Female Age: Unknown. Physical age appears to be around nineteen. Race: Demon. Appearance: Aali has dark hair, golden eyes, and lightly tanned skin. In human form, her apparel often consists of a scantily short white dress, frilled at the bottom, a clean white choker, also frilled, and a golden anklet, located on her left ankle. When in beast state, she takes on the shape of a fierce golden tiger, the golden band still looped around the left ankle. A notable addition to her tiger appearance is the tip of her tail, aflame with hellfire. She is immune to fire attacks. Last but not least is demon state. While completely unclothed, she's just as quick and strong as she is when in beast form.    First/Human state^______________________Second/Beast state^_________________________Third/Demon state^ Brief history: Aali was born into a highly demonic family. Her mother and father were both full-blooded demons. When she was young, barely older than seventeen, she had already fallen deeply in love with a young human man(Zaium). His mortality was what attracted her to him, other than his witty attitude and positive view on his short life. They grew close, but eventually, he was taken away. The cruel roulette of life threw him far into its endless abyss of an afterworld and left her alone without him, and emotionally broken. With time, her emotional wounds healed and she headed back into the colorful world once more, this time finding that warm hearts were both far and near, and no matter how far away her old lover was, he would always be around, and so would all of the other mortals she ever cared about. With her views changing yet again, she attempted to settle in on this world, and eventually did. Personality: Aali likes watching. Her golden eyes flicker happily when they're on something (or someone) moving. She's calm for a demon, sometimes on the wild side, somewhat sensitive to others' feelings, independant, strong, and fast/agile. Theme Song: Theme.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 10:03 pm
Beann paused in her reverie to notice Vasilisa leave. She rose to follow then stopped. She was not bound to this woman. She looked at the phoenix and minotaur and sighed. Heavy hearted, she turned and went back to the wood she knew so well and now didn't know at all. She walked up the familiar path along the creek and found herself at the lake, staring across it. There was a new lady of the lake, but this was the only lake she knew. She walked slowly forward, feeling the icy water lap at her until she was waist deep. Then she took a breath a dove in for the last time. Underwater, she found the wreckage she had tended so carefully and swam down into it. She laid a hand on caledfwlch and forced herself to breathe deeply. Her lungs cried out as they filled with water for a moment and then the moment was gone. [[thanks for goods times folks, farewell]]
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 8:05 pm
({[ I'll stick around a little while longer to see if anything happens, but it looks like the thread is dying. Sorry, no pun intended. . .]})
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 4:48 am
((I'm still here! -waves hand- I'm just waiting for my partner(s) to post. But, I can't complain, I was gone for a good month or two. redface ))
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 5:39 pm
{{My life has collapsed again. Sorry about being out. I'll try to get back to work on this. If you wanna find that key on the dead guy or his dresser or something Santaniel, feel free to do so while I get myself back on track again. I don't think O Pandemonium will be posting any, either.}}
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 7:36 pm
((Not a problem, kiddo. I hope it gets back on track soon! For your sanity's sake, yeah? -sending wishes, love, and prayers-))
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 12:58 pm
((I kinda wrote myself out of the way for a bit. Honestly I'v had wrighters laze. (too lazy to write anything) I'll try posting something good this weekend.))
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 4:02 pm
As Fey made his way into the brush, stalking there in the spot he was headed to was the white clothed demon. As he came closer, she felt her breathes become deeper and she purred silently, her glossy eyes following him closely.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 9:34 am
"This should be far enough" Fey said as he came to rest deep in the brush of the forest. He sat down on the ground and began to relax his breathing. The smell of the forest had always calmed him down even as a cub. Fey began to close his eyes when the scent of another creature caught his attention. He shrugged it off at first, but the feeling of being watched made his fur stand on end. 'Just keep your eyes closed. let them slip up and give away there position.' He told himself as he prepared for an attack. "I guess resting is out of the question." He said aloud.
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