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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2016 7:36 pm
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Nadiya/Intro/20 HP
She was playing in the waters with her little sister Yira while Ahren watched from the shores with the triplets, “Hey look, Diya!” A laugh escaped the other girl as she held up a beautiful stone, “Isn’t this beautiful?” The whole ocean was covered in these gleaming rocks and when Nadiya gingerly touched a toe out towards them she could hear a clear melody. Chimes.. Suddenly the girl found herself dancing across the rocks, performing her own melody, while her family applauded her talents.
It was then that the first drops of rain hit the ocean. At first they sounded in tune with the music, but the next thing Nadiya knew the ripples were growing. Each grew and grew until the whole ocean started to roar and Nadiya watched as her family suddenly turned away. Only Ahren seemingly cared enough to reach out for her as the ocean shook.
Hopeful, she reached out for his hand…But then his expression shifted, his gaze becoming malevolent and crimson like blood. Rather than crying out to save her he was laughing at her. Fall! His hands, once her anchor, shoved her away into the nothingness.
Screaming Nadiya closed her eyes as her whole body went backwards into the abyss…
Waking up in the strange area, Nadiya sighed. She normally didn’t have nightmares, but shouldn’t she be awake now? Perhaps if she just waited then the dawn would wake her sleeping body, but the girl decided she was too antsy for that. After such a transition in her dream the girl wanted nothing more than to be looking for a way out!
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2016 7:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 7:54 am
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|| Jakkoa ღ ❅ || Post: 1 || HP: 15
Jakkoa sat in the center, nude but for a gossamer gold sash draped over his hips. The ‘center’ of what precisely was indefinite, but behind him, crystal water trickled down a stoney cliff in a slow fall. He sat on a rock, surrounded by a pool so clear, the fishes could be seen within, swimming as though they were flying, and around the bank of that at the pool’s dry edges, people had gathered: with easels, with journals, charcoal, pens, or paint, stray scraps of paper or great canvases—it varied. But all of them had their focus on him, their gazes flitting sporadically from him, down to their work, up again, and back down as they drew.
It was comfortable. The sun warm on his skin, the air still and breezeless, and the sky bright, blue, and clear overhead like a canvas of its own unblemished by clouds.
Then, a ripple of cold struck. A shiver that seemed to affect not only him, but the world about him, and no sooner had he lifted a hand to his shoulder to rub as his skin prickled with the chill than the rest of the scene pulled and contracted, twisting and shifting into distortion. His heart sped for a moment in his throat—and then he was falling, stomach lurching.
He landed, still disoriented and vaguely nauseous, with his boots on fertile ground.
Frowning, he pulled at his cloak, tugging it tighter about his shoulders as a low wind skittered over the dreary, alien landscape. Mottled and smeared with strange colors, it was, and to look at it, everything felt off. Wrong. He brushed his hands over his front, adjusting the fur-lined overcoat under his cloak and then reached back. When his fingers brushed the upper limb of his father’s bow, a sliver of tension eased out of him. He was a terrible shot, true enough, but sometimes, it helped to simply have the availability of a weapon in and of itself. He let his hands fall back to his sides.
Then, after surveying the abstract scenery once more and holding his ground as another breeze pushed from his left, causing the tips of his cloak to flap and catch at his ankles, he ran a hand back through his hair. Waiting would do him no good when nothing else was occurring, and he foresaw it becoming very boring, very quickly. So, after taking note of the relative position of the sun and identifying the most reliable landmark he could spot in the area, Jak started off for the treeline.
One would hope the beasts were ‘friendly.’
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 10:16 am
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Rhonann - Post 1 20 HP
There was a tall, dark man, his lips pressing against her with affection... And she was grinning as she punched his smug little face, pleased as he begged for forgiveness. She would show him for deceiving her!!
As Rhonann went in for another swing, a strange tunnel opened up where her fist went. She reached out for the man, but she was sucked right into the tunnel. The desert world she was in drained with her, but it all melted into a blur of colors...
When she felt her feet touch solid ground again, she opened her eyes with surprise. The land was strange. She didn't recognize it at all! ..Well, what else was new with her, anyway? Smoothing her clothes, she looked around with confused interest. So.. where was she? ...And where had that jerk Kian gone?!
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 10:22 am
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Faamy - Post 1 15 HP
Faamy was dancing around the stage, flying as light as a feather. Her audience watched and listened with rapt attention as she sang and played her lute. Each handsome man reached a hand out as she passed, which she would press a quick kiss to. Ahh, her adoring fans...
All at once though, the stage seemed to end. She hadn't seen the edge there! She yelped as she fell, looking back to see the hands still reaching for her. Her vision went dark though, and she wondered where the floor was, still falling...
Her eyes opened with a start, gasping slightly. What a crazy dream!
As she sat up though, she frowned with confusion. What... what had happened. She wasn't home! The sky was freaky, and the land just as much! ...Nothing made sense, so she did the only thing she could. She started humming a tune, putting words to it in her mind.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 10:28 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 10:28 am
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Dexurn - Post 1 HP 20
He was home. Shikori was there, leading him through a lush garden. He could hear the ocean in the distance, and the cool breeze on his face was soft and salty. He looked up at Shikori, the older woman smiling, full of life and laughter. Dex could walk with her forever...
When the colors started to fade and meld together, he screamed. He tried to hold his auntie's hand, but even she was fading away! The ground seemed to drop away, and he cried out as he fell, seeing Shikori's blurry face look toward him with sad eyes.
When he landed, Dex splayed out on his back, panting heavily. Once he realized he was okay, he slowly took stock of his bearings. What had happened? Where was he? Somehow.. he didn't feel scared.
He picked himself up, brushing off himself and his shield. He had to find out what was going on... and how to get back to Shikori.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 10:31 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 10:38 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 10:58 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 3:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 4:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 4:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 4:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 4:46 pm
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