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 Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 6:18 pm
(If you can make it fit into the storyline, it'll do for me! just try not to make it too confusing...)
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 10:32 pm
(sorry, umm vampire, but no one knows that yet. And he doesn't like Vampires much anyhow)
Peter sat in a tree overlooking the camp.. he was hungry, his stomach growled fiercely. His clothes where tattered and worn, his eye's dark with soot and dirt. Peter's short black hair was thick and matted with dirt. He looked malnourished and in pain.. after a moment. He slid down from the tree, his small thin frame taking the fall quiet well. He slowly walked over towards the center of the camp, his eyes on the ground. Waiting for the people to react to his sudden presence, he was unsure and afraid of how they would react.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 6:51 am
Rosealla picked up the child in her slender, but strong arms. She glanced at the new-comer and took a step back. The camp went silent.
"Who are you?" Rosealla asked. She set the child down and staightened up.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 7:51 am
rose noticed the new guy "I wonder wat he is dosent look like a vamp"sed rose to rosealla looking at him supishusly the other vamires of the forest would have been well fed and clean
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:04 am
Peter started to reply.. or at least he tryed.. he started to open his mouth, but stopped as if in pain. Then shook his head sadly..he looked into the woman's eyes apologetically. Then down to the ground as if ashamed he couldn't answer..
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:30 am
Rosealla's elven instincts shouted vampire! in her head, but she calmly approached.
"What's wrong?" she inquired softly, her teal eyes shimmering with both curiosity and worry.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:42 am
Peter clasped his hands behind himself, his fingers fidgeting with worry.. Hesitantly he looked up to the woman and slowly opened his mouth wide. Inside his mouth was his tongue, the most of it cut off. Explaining how he couldn't talk. If you fallowed the line of his teeth you would notice his canines where sharper than usual.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 9:52 am
Rosealla nodded, understanding instantly.
"I'm Rosealla, leader of this clan. We got stuck here in the forest..." her melodious voice didn't quaver with fear or tears. She held out her hands, showing her unarmed except for a single knife for cutting wood.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 10:35 am
Peter seemed confused slightly.. mimicing her he held out his arms, as if showing himself unarmed also. As he held out his arms his sleeves pulled up to his elbows, numerous bite scars decorated his arms. Sharp teeth had penetrated his skin and torn in the flesh to get his blood.
Peter looked around. Then kneeled to the ground in the dirt he scratched with his finger. "peter" in sloppy childish print. He looked seven or eight.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 10:58 am
Rosealla's teal eyes widened at the sight of so many scars. She ushered the elven children away, wanting to help somehow... But she knew she couldn't heal with magic. She despised the use of magic and used it sparingly.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 11:08 am
Peter looked down to where Rosealla was looking, then drew back his hands.. the large bagy shirt's sleeves covering the marks of his past. He looked towards the trees.. his eyes not trusting the shadows that lerked within them.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 3:31 am
rose came forward"I'm sorry forwat my bretherin have done but I can heal you andbring back your tung my cat amplifys magi and I'm vary skiled in magic any way"she drow closer keping her hands in viwand showing she was un armed"I shal not harm you"she spok softly as if sending confedens with in it her cat transformed nerby into house cat mode and came out of he trees coming over to roses sid she feled next to the guy and put her hands over his face a cupel of inches from his skin and started the magic of heling and regrowing his tong
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 1:28 pm
Peter took a step back, understanding she meant no harm, but not wanting the old wounds to be fixed. They had become a part of him.. and he was use to them.. he couldn't imagine himself without them. He didn't hid them for fear or shame, but as a curticy to others who felt unnerved by them.. And he would not part with this part of him, even if it did represent something dark. He shook his head to this woman to empathize, he hoped she understood. He pointed to his name again written in the dirt at his feet.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 3:11 pm
she understudbut the tung thing was a need not a want if he wished to servie hehad to have one her brethernwould kill hime without a scond look if he couldn't talk"dont you wish to talk agen I understand wanting to keep the others they are a sine of honer but a tung is a nesesity"sed rose still neling in thesame spotif you wishtell me this way wat you want throw telepithy gust simply think it and I'll her it as if you spok it alod if you wish I can only go into your mindwenyou wish itsed rose telapthicly to peter
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 5:12 pm
...I don't need a tongue, I've done fine without one.. I like the quiet.. What do you mean Brethern? He tilted his head slightly looking at her with a questioning look.
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