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 Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 3:44 pm
((I now pronounce this guild... dead.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 3:54 pm
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DarkKingJilly Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 2:30 pm
[[....don't make me eat you....]]
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 8:20 pm
((Its not dead yet I am just getting back in... any one up for rp?))
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 3:54 am
[[ im up for it, i have two characters open ]]
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 8:03 pm
((Ugh, I can't think anymore. I've lost all want to play this character. I can't even manage to muster up a one-liner to post for an abrupt, crappy end really quick. *sigh* Sorry I asked you to do this.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 8:04 pm
((Ugh, I can't think anymore. I've lost all want to play this character. I can't even manage to muster up a one-liner to post for an abrupt, crappy end really quick. *sigh* Sorry I asked you to do this.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 6:14 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 1:54 pm
_MysticWolfRawr_ [[ im up for it, i have two characters open ]] ((Ok what are you? OR where are you? Meaning where should we meet?))
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 3:42 pm
((I love how I said the guild was dead after three days of no posting, and then everyone starts posting to prove me wrong. You guys suck... xd 3nodding ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 5:52 pm
Zing0619 ((Ok what are you? OR where are you? Meaning where should we meet?)) [[both of my chars are just in a random forest. wasn't specific in the location so anyone could randomly stumble upon them.]]
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 9:21 pm
Zarrius was wandering though a random forest. He was in a very calm mood. If one were to look at him they would first see a small, thin, sickly man in a black silk suit with a sword on his back that looked very heavy. When He got closer they would realize that he had no emotion on his face. When he got even closer they would see his eyes had colors spiraling and swirling at more or less random the colors were blue, black and purple.
He was in a mood to meet some one new regardless of weather or not a fight came out of it... It was all about the journey not the detestation...He was feeling very Zen. Meeting new people was always interesting. And if this proved to be boring he would go back to researching....He needed a bigger library...Maybe the next person he met would know of one.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 7:18 am
My world is
forever cursed
As it
remains unseen Chittera Chittera exhaled heavily, the memories had finally silenced themselves, the voices at bay. Though she was uncertain how long that moment would last. Within her silence she shook her head once, allowing her short white hair to fall along the sides of her face, the cloth that covered her eyes more visible to those is she ever passed them by. As she walked one hand would slid into the pocket at her hip to pull out a long, faint silver flute. darker lettering engraved upon the metal. The power of the small object could be felt within the air around it. Positioning her fingers upon the wholes, she was about to bring the object to her lips, but found herself stopping in mid motion.
She could feel it, something. It was close and growing closer. Her pale skin grew colder as she keyed in on the sound ways escaping the figure. From his footsteps to the breaths he took. Chittera could feel her skin prickle. It was something, and not some little animal either. Had it seen her yet? What side was the creature upon? Will it strike without warning? Insticts took over all her actions from that moment. The flute was brought to her lips, and gently the air left her. A sweet lullaby hung in the air. Most people who would pass by would think it was just one of those, of the moment songs, but it wasn't. Her senses would hieghten to the best of their ability to the air around her. Standing in one spot, she pin pointed the direction of the creatures.
A Rose Amongst The Thorns unspoken about
these eyes
will never see
what lies behind the walls.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 5:40 am
Zarrius heard breathing and what sounded like a flute....HE quickly began analyzing this situation. A long blue and black katana appeared in his left hand. He made the quick decision to jump into the trees. He began running along them silently. The noise he made would be to soft for most to hear. Any excess that went out most would just think was some animal.
Then Zarrius noted that all the animals withing the area were dead silent. Some days is just does not pay to be a demon. HE figured that is was to late stop making himself know through his aura.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 5:27 pm
My world is
forever cursed
As it
remains unseen Chittera 'worthless child.' the voice taunted her, it was familiar and freightening. The fear itself drained the blood from her face, but it hadn't stopped her fingers from gently tapping against the cold metal. It moved. The creature in the unknown moved. More swiftly than she had expected. Had it seen her? Well then again it wasn't too hard either. A lump began to form in her throat, making it harder for her to blow the air gently into the small flute. It began to circle her, like a vulture circling its prey. Dead meat, that was what she was. Whether she lived or died didn't matter to anyone. She was on her own. But then again she always once. But that voice. It haunted her, forever echoeing in her mind. She couldn't keep up with the figure. Remaining still she continued to play.
Trying to control her breathing, she could feel her heart pounding within her chest. The beat no longer keeping its natural rythme. Slowly the melody took on a different tone. Something brighter, more almost angelic. Unable to deciefer the man's air. She was unable to tell whether or not he was friend or foe. Then again rarely anyone was fully deticated to a side, leaving her alone once more. Chittera continued the newer melody, it seemed louder almost. The soundwaves would zig zag through the air, unseen by the eyes of anyone, unless they were like her. Blind. The waves would merely by pass the running figure, testing him. She had to sense the hostility for herself.
A Rose Amongst The Thorns unspoken about
these eyes
will never see
what lies behind the walls.
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