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vampireluver123 rolled 2 20-sided dice:
18, 1
Total: 19 (2-40)
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 Posted: Tue May 13, 2014 5:57 pm
Story Time!
Character || Wind girl
Name || [what is their name if you win them?]
Theme || Vices
Noun || Advice
Entry ||
[Insert story here]
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Reoakee rolled 2 20-sided dice:
1, 9
Total: 10 (2-40)
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 8:15 am
Story Time!
Character || Wind girl
Name || Faelie
Theme || Arrogance
Noun || Family
Entry ||
Small little fingers reached up and brushed the gift momma had given her before while her young mind relieved the strange things that had all happened until now.
The yelling permeated the room even louder than before. “Don’t you dare!” “No I won’t do it.” “It’s for the sake of our family!” “I told you no!” “Don’t let your arrogance kill us all!” Faelie wandered wide eyed into the tent her parents had set up for the night. The yelling always stopped when she came close so Faelie learned to come right away if there was yelling. Momma was crying but papa was upset too. This time wasn’t like the others where papa always gave the too wide smile and gave her a hug. This time he walked past Fae without so much as a pat on the head. Confused Fae tootled over to her mother who clung to her very tight, so tight it was hard to breathe. “Faelie dear. It’s time to take a trip. We’re going to move our family to very very quite spot.” Momma was looking at her so strangely then like she wanted to cry. Nodding her mother hugged her again. “Papa isn’t coming right now. He’ll come back later. I” Momma’s voice was all strange and she looked sad about something. “He’ll come later. I … promise.” Faelie could only grin. Moving wasn’t strange. It was what her family did all the time. Maybe momma meant this trip was going to be a longer one? That was exciting not scary, so why was momma so sad?
The trip up to the cold place, Zena momma called it, was long and had taken forever. Papa hadn’t caught up yet but Fae stopped asking about him after the fourth day when momma had broken down in tears. Last night momma had given Fae a gift! It was the pretty headdress she had on right now. Fae couldn’t stop touching it since it felt so odd to have on. Momma had even told her a story last night too. Not a story that she had grown up like normal but a special story! She closed her eyes and her little lips mouthed the words as she told the story to herself now.
Once upon a time in the wondrous world of Tendaji. Momma had to tell Fae to sit still at this point. There was a man who was a good man but who wanted to be more. He had everything anyone could ever want. He had a wife and even a beautiful baby girl. Momma had chuckled when Fae asked if the girl was a princess. Of course she was a princess. A princess of the traveling road and dancing winds. That had been exciting to hear. Princess stories where always fun. The father of the princess wanted more though. He was very smart and wanted to be recognized for it. He didn’t think anyone saw how smart he was so he was going to go to a far away place where many people lived and see if they would see him as he was. Why didn’t the people see how smart he was though? I don’t know Fae. Sometimes the world just doesn’t see things how people want them too. That was silly and Fae said so, her mother only smiled that sad smile and kept telling the story. So the man left his little princess and his wife because the wife didn’t think going to that place with all those other people was good for the princess. Fae had asked why not but her mother made the ‘hush’ motion so Fae obediently went quite. The wife made a mistake though. She didn’t know she was sick until after the princess’s father had left and they had gone too far into mountains for help to arrive in time. She would have sent her princess away with him had she known. If only… Momma had started to cough then. Fae wasn’t worried nothing could happen to Momma. When it passed Fae asked what happened next. Well the princess’s mother.. she passed away and left the princess all alone in the mountains because she was foolish and thought she knew what was best just like the princess’s father who left them alone because he was so prideful. Don’t ever be like them Fae. I love you my little princess. Momma had made Fae get ready to sleep then promising to tell more of the story later. Now Momma was off getting food, but she had been gone all day. Fae sat there quietly wondering how long it would take for Momma to come back. They had a long way to go yet and there was still more story to tell.
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Tasinei rolled 2 20-sided dice:
17, 7
Total: 24 (2-40)
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 7:35 am
Story Time!
Character || Wind Girl
Name || Aseara
Theme || Trust
Noun || Decision
Entry ||
First her father had been called away in the darkest hours of the night. She could hear her mother’s soft pleas as she tried to keep her husband from going to the war front and possibly losing his life. His responses were too quiet for Aseara to hear, but over her mother’s growing sobs it was hard to hear anything else. She knew her father had slipped out of the house when her mother’s sobs grew so loud she had to open her eyes and sit up in bed. That morning was not a pleasant one, the empty spot at their table an all too obvious sign that her father’s decision to leave was official.
It only took a few days for her mother to solidify her own decision pushed by the echoes of war approaching. She wrapped a cloak tightly around her and then one around Aseara, her mother was quiet as she pulled her daughter along. People were leaving, war was coming. Outside their neighbors home a cart waiting, other children sat looking solemn. Her mother grabbed onto Aseara and handed her over to another woman. She was too young to comprehend what was going on at the time that her mother had intrusted her with someone else. “Trust me Aseara, I will be back.” We’re her mother’s final words.
The cart was on the road for days, the children fed with tasteless soup and hard bread. When their journey ended their destination was an old wealthy home that had been converted to an orphanage to keep all the children afflicted by war. Aseara was stuffed into a tiny room with three other girls; they were to share quarters now. This was her new family. Should their parents return they would leave, if not than they were to stay here until they were old enough to make proper decisions of their own.
Her mother’s words echoed every single day that Aseara was in the orphanage. When the war was over, she waited with all the children at the door for their parents. Parents who never came, those who came back injured, and even those returning uninjured. Every day she waited and every day her mother’s words seemed to have the opposite effect on her. Trust, trust, trust. Something that at a young age Aseara learned to despise, learned that there was no such thing as trust only empty promises. She would remember this, remember her parent’s decisions to abandon her and break her trust.
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jayoku rolled 2 20-sided dice:
19, 9
Total: 28 (2-40)
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 7:46 pm
Story Time!
Character || [Wind Girl]
Name || [Korra]
Theme || [19] - Virtue
Noun || [9] - Family
Entry ||
So this was it, Korra stood at the top of a very small hill looking down at the plains beneath her. Alright so the hill was more like a small mount of dirt, and perhaps she was exaggerating, but she did feel rather proud that she had made it all this way all the way to......wait where was she exactly? Standing there a finger to her lips Korra tried to pinpoint her exact location by sight alone. When she still drew a blank she thrust her hand into the satchel at her side and pulled out a crudely drawn map. With clumsy reflexes she nearly dropped the map several times before firmly digging her fingers into the edges and allowing her eyes to examine it with a certain amount of scrutiny.
She should of been been at her cousin's place by now. Her finger came to poke at the map, landing on a small scribble that was suppose to be the orphanage where she had come from and then tracing her tracks by memory. When she was down retracing her steps by hand it landed on what was suppose to be her cousin's home. So there was no doubt, she had followed the directions so clearly their home must be.....right beyond that...hill!
With a dramatic pose she pointed in the direction the map had indicated which revealed, not a hill but ...flat grass land and in the greater distance...was looked to be a forest. A blank stare and after several heartbeats later the map was thrust back into her face. Staring at the image that was suppose to be a great mound of earth in front of her.
A Hill. Her eyes glimpsed back over to the map's edge as if she expected the scenery to suddenly shift to the correct location. But only the scorched dry plains rolled out before her.
There was a long pause, as if reality had frozen the girl to the spot and Korra didn't move. As the wind picked up, it tugged the map from her hands where it then drifted in the breeze for a couple moments before settling into the dust. She felt weak in the knee's as if the shock of this discovery would make her pass out.
Was all this work for not? Would she never find the home of the only family she had left? Was she doomed to wander this wasteland forever? Korra couldn't believe it, this wasn't exactly the first time getting lost. Actually, she always getting lost and perhaps it was only the virtue of her honesty that got people to try and help her. Though even with help she still managed to get turned around. Often ending up back where she started much to the dismay of the helpful individuals.
Did the gods like to mock her? Sighing Korra looked to the ground where the map had fallen. Moving over to pick it up she frowned, tilting her head to examine it. OOOOOO it must be that she had the map upside down. OF COURSE. Turning around she gave a loud laugh that was suppose to bolster her courage.
"OHO HO HO HOHO." She managed despite the fact that even..this direction didn't have the hill she was so desperate to locate. Perhaps it was just a little bit further...yes that must be it. Onwards! Trying to bolster her belief it was just a little bit farther and that she just needed to keep traveling in this direction she would be at her cousins before dark!
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Fluffesu rolled 2 20-sided dice:
9, 5
Total: 14 (2-40)
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 5:27 am
Story Time!
Character || Ice Youngling Boy
Name || Aldren Phairdon
Theme || Imagination
Noun || Cough
Entry ||
He dusted the pads of his fingers along the tops of the smooth, silken fronds of bright green grass. All around him, there were flecks of white, yellow, red, and blue in the form of the tiny flowers that dotted the plain. Insects leaped from the greenery as he moved, then quickly disappeared back into its depths. Others fluttered nearby, their shimmering wings catching the light and reflecting it all around. Aldren's golden orbs were wide with wonder and delight. He'd never seen so much color on Zena, except in his picture books, of course.
He inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent of sweet pine and warm honey. At least, he supposed it smelled something like that. Having never come in contact with anything even remotely similar to this field, the specifics were left up to his imagination. He could only hope something so colorful and had a scent to match, right? And yes, his father had informed him that grass was itchy, but how could such a sleek looking sheet really cause any kind of discomfort?
Aldren grinned. Anyone with this much cover would surely make the most excellent hunter. Undoubtedly, all kinds of beasts lived here, just waiting to be sought out and preyed upon. The youngster crouched in the grass, tucking down until the inky splodge of his hair was concealed beneath the greenery. He was too young to join the hunting parties with his father and the rest of the tribe, but really, how hard could stalking be? Probably easier in this vivid landscape than in his dreary Zena home, where the snow crunched underfoot and left the most obvious of tracks.
There was a rustle in the grass. Aldren lowered himself close to the ground and dusted the strands to the side. The creature had a tongue that snacked out to pluck at the flowers. Black eyes, brown fur, hooves, huge ears. As the ice boy sucked in an excited breath, the beast tensed, its gaze shooting up to find him. It stared for only a moment, before it darted in the other direction with a low wail.
Aldren chased it without pause. His heart hammered, his chest burned, his muscles ached. It was hot. Within only moments, the beast had escaped him, leaping daintily across the plain and hot of sight. Aldren panted softly, trying not to become too annoyed over the loss. Instead he tipped his golden gaze accusingly to the sky, where the sun blared with ferocious intensity down on him. It was different than overheating in a fur coat. This heat actually singed his skin and sent droplets of sweat skating over his icy flesh. And despite the fact that he was no longer chasing his prey, breathing didn't become any easier.
Why?
He'd chased after friends and neighborhood pets and never felt this before. His gaze tore around the prairie in confusion and fear. He had nowhere to run to. Wasn't even sure what he was running from. It was all he could do to stay on his feet and continue desperately trying to suck in air.
A cough tore from his throat, and suddenly someone was shaking him.
"Get up, son." His father's voice. Aldren's golden orbs popped open. "Get up." The older man ordered, as he shook the youngster more insistently. He was only vaguely aware of the dark haze in the room, of his twin sisters whimpering close by. It wasn't the smog clouding his room or the terrifyingly warm glow that spurred Aldren to scramble from his bed. It was the urgency in his father's voice. Someone so composed had no business sounding shaky at this hour of the night.
As soon as he was standing, one of the infant girls was shoved into his arms to free up one of his dad's hands. It could've been Seraphine or Chrystyne for all Aldren knew. The girl had been hastily bundled into a thick blanket and little else. One more moment and Aldren was also swathed in one of the thick blankets from his bed. His father grabbed his shoulder and pushed him toward the window. The ice youngster was still in a daze, and he stumbled forward on uncertain legs.
The window resisted opening for a second too long. With nothing else to do, Orin slammed his elbow into the smooth glass, tucking his daughter close in his other arm to keep any stray shards from hitting her. The glass shattered, and the older Ice man spared only a second to dust the largest pieces from the pane. "Go, be careful of your sister." Aldren's father ordered as he lifted his boy the two feet off the ground to get him through the window. "Careful." He said again as the small boy struggled to keep hold of his sister while still doing his best to scramble through the broken glass without letting any of the sharp shards near his bundle.
He'd hardly breached the threshold when he was suddenly tumbling toward the ground in a heap. There was a squeak of pain from the girl in his arms before she suddenly started wailing. But Aldren had no time to check on her. He scampered a few feet away from his home, his thick socks instantly soaking with water and his blankets dragging and tugging against the ground. He'd hardly made it two steps when a strong arm locked around his middle and plucked him (and consequently his younger sister) from the ground.
With his father carrying him now, he was free to spare a glance back at the home he'd known all his life, only to see it shrouded in thick black smoke and red hot fire.
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