Donovan slept, just as he always did, music pounding in his head and in his heart, eyes slowly closing to shut out the world around him. Everything was the same. And yet, it wasn't. Tonight, as he fell into the darkness behind his lids, it felt like there was light somewhere deep inside of him. He followed it, curious, and was suddenly blinded. A hand flew up to shield his eyes as he blinked rapidly. Where… what…? He could feel others around him, hear bass beats and shuffling feet. The pack, he was with the pack somewhere. They surrounded him on all side, but somehow what was normally comforting felt oddly frightening.
Even as he tried to examine that feeling, it grew - the beat of his own music changing to reflect his rising panic. He didn't know where he was in the group. Couldn't see a way out. Everything and everyone looked the same - looked just like him. No … no, it wasn't supposed to be this way! They didn't all look the same, not like this. Spectres were the same kind of creature but each one was different, looked different, acted different.
…. Or did they? Had he only been imagining that his entire life? Was everything actually the same? Was he nothing but a face in a crowd of exactly the same face? Over and over and over again? Even as he thought that, his view seemed to expand he saw the pack he was in was huge - more than just his pack from home. It was all the Spectres, everywhere. And they all … looked … exactly the same. Exactly like him.
"No…" he whispered. "I'm different. I am myself …" But he knew it wasn't true. Deep down, he knew that. And the fear that it caused rose up in his throat like bile. "I AM MYSELF!!!" he shouted to the heavens. But his voice was lost, drowned out by the beat of the music around him and the endless shuffling of feet.
Not this again … no, please. He knew now that it had been a dream, a nightmare, but that didn't mean he wanted to relive it, go through it all again. Except he couldn't seem to stop it …
"I AM MYSELF!!!" came the shout again, and it was drowned out … drowned … almost, he was consumed by the crowd. But this time, Donovan refused to let it swallow him. His fists clenched and he shut his eyes, tried to shut out the music around him, to only hear his own. Slowly, slowly the beat in his heart changed, the tempo shifting. He could hear himself now, his own beat … and that gave him something to work with. His eyes cracked open and he pushed, just a bit - afraid that it wouldn't work.
But after a moment, he heard another beat matching his close by. Then another, and another. He was controlling the others! And upon that realization, he could see … they were not all the same. They were different, some shorter, some taller. Some wearing red, others black or blue or green. He was himself. He was himself, and he felt stronger than them … felt more like a leader than he ever had before.
MY STATS
My character's username: Phones My character's level: 28 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter+ Current party: --- Current Guild: --- Location: White Queen's Castle Small IC description of character: Pale skin, dark grey/black shadowy eyes, typical Mad Hatter wear in monochrome, earbud headphones he never ever takes out of his ears Character journal:BATTLE ENTRY LOG
Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 8:37 pm
"I cannot do this. Please, Elder. It's too soon." His much younger voice seemed so very distant. There was an unusual amount of emotion thick in his words but, as usual, the Elder seemed unmoved. As leaves crumbled and fell from his body, coating the ground at his feet with the ones that had not been picked up by the wind, Elder stared at Aurel with those unreadable green eyes.
"It is always too soon, Aurel." His voice was gravel scratching across his throat. Effort to talk was noticeable and he took several breaths before he opened his mouth again, "Time is irrelevant. This..." He waived his hand out, indicating to the forest around him which seemed quieter than usual. "All this will eventually end and it will be too soon. We all return to where we came from."
The younger Leshy looked helplessly at the creature who had found him when he'd first winked into existence. He'd always been so tall, so strong, so unstoppable and he was shrinking. The skin hanging in curtains from him was slowly cracking and browning, resembling bark now instead of flesh. His eyes were sunken in, his moss dried and brown. Everything on him was dying at an alarming rate. "That doesn't help. How am I supposed to guard this? Do this? I--"
"Enough, Aurel. You are my heir. This forest is yours." Voice was becoming fainter. Aurel could feel his chest squeezing as if someone was sitting on it but he ignored it, focusing on the older demon. "You are young, you are foolish, you have much to learn but what you have to learn I cannot teach you. Do not disappoint me."
And then he fell apart, legs crumbling, body falling down into the earth and leaving nothing but that pile of leaves. No time for goodbye, no sentimental nonsense. He'd never believed in it or encouragement. Aurel was left looking on the remains of his Elder with the perfectly still forest.
The memory twisted, then, the forest writhing and screeching with Aurel standing in the center of the clearing. His Elder's face appeared within the leaves. "You fail everything you try. You left school, came back, you don't try now. You don't do anything but stay in this forest. You are still foolish. I was wrong to leave you the forest. You disappoint me."
"But Elder, I---"
His voice was cut off - he tried to talk and nothing came out. The beratement started again, over and over again. Every little thing that Aurel felt being regurgitated back to him in the confirming voice of the only one he looked up to. He had no excuse. He was a failure.
The sinking feeling of failure seemed all consuming. There was nothing worse than being a disappointment – it weighed heavily on his heart and not even the peaceful quiet of the forest was any sort of consolation. The trees and birds and butterflies were all still and judging him silently. He could feel their stares on him, burning into his back. Not only had he disappointed his Elder he had disappointed his forest – which, for a Leshy, was worse than death. And the forest died with him, withering into brown, unloving husks.
Aurel lay there, head buried in the nest of moss his hair made and sobbed. He had never cried before – the wet tears felt foreign on his cheeks and though he did not like this feeling he could not stop it. Whether he laid there for hours or for years he couldn’t tell – time had no meaning when one had no purpose anymore.
Then something soft brushed up against his face. A small rabbit had ventured over from the judging group and nestled right against him. The fur wiped away some of the salty tears from his cheeks and he cracked an eye open to look at it. The rabbit made no noise, just wiggled its nose at him and closed its eyes. Another followed, and then the trees began to move again and he could feel the gazes fade away. The grass started to grow again, flowers bloomed and the healthy buzz of bees filled the air.
His Elder had been disappointed in him, but the forest had accepted him. It was flourishing again. Maybe he hadn’t failed, after all. Maybe he could do this.
No. He could do this. There was no maybe about it. Aurel reached out and pressed a hand lightly against the rabbit’s head and smiled. This was his forest. And nobody was going to tell him otherwise.
MY STATS
My character's username: TheBoughman My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: N/A. Current Guild: N/A Location: Red Queen's Castle Small IC description of character: A six foot tall male with long, messy green mosshair and the default Mad Hatter outfit - earth tones, baby. He may or may not be an awkward turtle. Character journal:Battle Log
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 9:23 pm
The Nightmare
Walking down a very long hallway lined with doors, Scies frowned at these doors as this nightmare had been plaguing her for a while now. Touching one of the doors as her had wandered to the door handle to find that it was locked. Sighing as any door she tried to open up never did. Which frustrated Scies to no end! She wanted to know what was on the other side as she had a small feeling that it was something important on the other side something that had been forgotten. Yet so close but so very far away.
"Why won't you open up you stupid doors!! I so want to remember what I have forgotten," Scies yells at yet another door at her frustrations of having no memory of her past. Yelling, punching, scratching, bashing, setting on fire and tail bashing that none of the doors gave way to force. "Give me what is mine!"
A voice softly starts to laugh as the dragon yells at the voice to stop it, but it only gets louder and everywhere. Scies does more screaming at the voice as she starts to run down the hallway as fast as she can as the voice keeps on laughing and giving her the feelings that she will always keep on forget as it would only be a matter of time when she did so again. Running to escape the laughing voice since she didn't want to keep on forgetting what could possibly be important to her.
Scies was so familiar with this hallway as she walked but this time something was different from the last time she had been down this hallway. Stopping at one of the doors touching it and trying the handle. It was still locked and she was totally fine with it. As there was no feeling that there was something importaned to her at all. Still knowing that there were still things that she had forgotten, but now weren't too important.
Hearing laughter but it wasn't a mocking type like it had been but one that she could feel warmth and happiness from. It was just all so strange and yet she wanted to find out where that laughter was coming from as that voice did now feel important to her. It made her wonder to who the voice belong to as she didn't think there was anyone that was yet important.
Starting to run down the hall as the laughter gets louder and more familiar and what looks like the end of the hall another door, but this hallway was never ending, she thought. As this door wasn't lock or even closed it was half open with light pouring into the hall. Taking a deep breath as she took hold of the door and opened it as she was now excited and walked though.
"Surpise!" the voice said with a hint of that warm laughter still there. Blinking a few times to get use to the warm light. It was her guardian. She smiles at the Fuu Dog, "And what is this for?" she answers to the banner, the party favors and lots of sweet.
"Well I thought you would like something for getting accepted into Amity and mostly because I can," the Fuu Dog answered warmly
"Umm thanks. That is really nice of you," Scies answered really unsure on what to say since she hadn't been the nicest person to deal with but it truely touched her and for once Scies was really happy and cared for her guardian even if she rarely showed it openly. She was still happy and liking it.
MY STATS
My character's username: HotRocks My character's level: 27 (25 exp) Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: Small IC description of character: Short dark red hair, black tail, red,a small pair of black/red wings and black claw padded feets wearing the red and blue Royal Gryphon clothing. Pink eyes with black Sclera. Character journal:Here
Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 10:18 pm
Nightmare
The dark ate his voice before it even made it out of his throat. Chains bit into his limbs, chest, and wings. Each time he tried to move, he could feel a deeper, sharper pain as the metal sunk deeper. Moisture collected and fell. He couldn't hear his blood dripping onto the stone floor, not in that sound devouring darkness. But he could easily assume. Knew it must be pooling. The ground felt slick beneath his feet. How much was from him, how much was from the prison itself... impossible to judge. Impossible to know.
Time itself had no meaning. No light showed itself. No ticking of a clock. No stars. How he got there, when he arrived, for what purpose... all of it was lost to the dark. He had no beginning. Simply was. Bound. Shackled. No voice. No name. A body barely. The dark ate all. Chains restricted what little remained. Pain existed. Perhaps he could count time by the inches the chains sunk into his flesh? The limbs he lost when the chains cut too deep? Pain existed. Pain in the dark. The dark had not yet eaten that. He pulled at the chains again, adjusting his weight on his feet. They cut deeper.
He counted one.
His body swayed, torso straining against the binds. He counted two.
Three. His wings twitched, then twitched again at the pain. He counted four.
Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Did the chains bind him together? Keep him from falling apart? Falling to the dark? The pain was something. The pain existed. The dark had not yet taken the pain. The chains gifted him existence with the pain. If they let go, would he fall to nothing? Fall into the dark, lost? Unheard? Forgotten? Where was there ever record of him? Where did he exist outside the chains and the dark?
Flame. Sparks. Light. Too bright. He closed his eyes, turning away from the white and red and orange. Around him. In him. The flames sparked and roared. He let them come, entering his body through the chains. White hot. They sung. His flesh began to boil. Bubble. Peel away from the flames. Sliced, gashed, torn, it fell away. Into the dark. Into the nothing. Forgotten, unheard. The light did not remain. White hot faded to yellow, to orange, to red. Faded. The dark crept in. Cooled. Ate. Stole away. He opened his mouth and roared with the last flares of the fire. For a moment, he thought he heard. Heard through the dark. His voice. He. Beyond the pain, beyond the chains. Till the dark swallowed his voice. And then him.
For a moment, his eyes opened. Not one eye. Two. Stared into... nothing. Confusion. He tried to sit. Couldn't even move a finger. Nothing responded. He strained against his own body. All too soon, he was falling back. Into sleep. Into the dark. It merged so perfectly with his nightmare, resurfacing to his memory. The chains, fighting against his own body. Cut into flesh, severing limbs yet holding them together. Was this what he was to remember? This nightmare? The sensation of being captive? To be nothing beyond the last moment, the pain of the moment. Breath that burned and scorched his lungs. He breathed all the deeper, letting the binds cut into him further.
He counted one.
Was that all he could be? Possessed? Chained, lost, bleeding and fading to nothing. He knew how the nightmare would play out. He'd seen it before, and as his body swayed and he counted two, he knew each new count. Each new inch, each new pain. Each was the ticking of a clock, time passing by in the only increments he could comprehend there.
Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
He knew what came next. The flames, the sparks, the light. He did not turn his gaze this time, burning gold locked onto the red and orange and white. It flared, it breathed. He breathed with it. Scorching, soaring. A new pain lit him. Sparked him. His fists clenched beneath the chains, and though more blood was spilt from his dark skin, he did not flinch from it. Did not count it. He counted the sparks. He counted the flames. He counted them in feet, in degrees, in volume, in mass. He counted each pulse of his heart, fueled by the flames as they poured into his skin, into the veins and arteries sliced by the chains. The flames wrapped around him, a cocoon to suffocate, to smother, to burn alive. He took into him the flames. The flames of the hatred and pride of this long forgotten place. Rode it, held onto it. Not harnessed. Nothing could harness such a force. A force that burned. Consumed. Melted. Molded. Remade.
Just as he could take the flames in, he could bring them out. Burning gold locked onto the darkness before him, muscles flexed against the chains. And he roared. He unfurled his wings to the sounds of hissing chains. White hot chains. Metal scorched, burned. Melted. Burned, scarred. But they fell away. His voice rose, shattering the dark. Flames soared higher in the air, breaking through the ceiling above him. Rock. He could see the room for what it was. A long dead volcano, the cold lava tunnels sealed from the magma chamber served as his prison. His wings beat through the air. Slow, pained. Grew in intensity, till he was able to kick himself into the air and push himself upward. Out. Away from the darkness. Away from the white hot remains of the chains. Flames flared and followed, a roar of pulse and voice and fire and something else echoing around him. Following him. Pushing him higher through the tunnels. To the sky that burned with smoke and ash and fire as the volcano joined him in his fury. His freedom.
MY STATUS
My character's username: BridgesBurn My character's level: 32 Character's HP: 40/40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character:
A tall man, his skin is dark and eye a bright gold color. Two sets of black horns curve upward from a mass of curly, short-cut pale hair. BridgesBurn has taken on a Gryphon coat of black and gold accents. The black and gold hat is accented by a golden feather. A loose white shirt can be seen under the coat, along with red pants and a heavy brown belt. An eyepatch over his right eye completes the look. Multiple belts lay outside the coat.
Zel did not like the sensation of falling - or worse, the darkness that surrounded him. That was - until the light shone brightly and he reached out, taking a card in hand. It had been a rough landing, it had jarred him somewhat. But he walked along.
Things came to mind, things he wasn't sure he wanted to remember....
“Pathetic,” the voice spoke from behind, gruff and angry. It was a familiar voice. Quite simply, it was his own. “To think, that I was a reflection of you. You took the gift of knowledge I gave you and you threw it away.”
Zel looked up, blinking as he now sat face-to-face with the glaring red eyes of a shadow version of himself. He was struck by a sense of Deja-vu, and he cursed under his breath.
“I thought I had suppressed you. You’re just a figment of my imagination,” Zel grunted, turning the page of his dream-textbook and sighing. “Go away, I’m busy.”
“No, not this time – I’ve had enough of you running away from everything. So it got a little hard, that’s no reason to- “
Zel quickly stood up, throwing the book at the shadow of himself and watching it dissipate away into nothing. Even in his sleep his head throbbed painfully. Turning, he came face to face with another demon, this one standing an easy head over him. Another Cornugon, this one had a body covered in scars. Chains adorned its body, all spiked and glinting in the sudden fire-filled surroundings. Its hand reached down and slowly wrapped its large claws around his head, lifting him up so that they were eye level.
“This is not what we sent you here to do,” The voice of his father rumbled painfully in his ears. “We sent you to grow stronger – so that you might succeed me. Not to grow soft and bookish – to chase ghouls and entreat with monsters…”
“But father… I…” Zel began to argue, clawing at the claws that were slowly starting to press harder against his head. “I haven’t… chased… any… ghouls…” The pain was growing even worse in his skull now. “Stop… You’re… hurting….”
“Oh but you have… you just don’t remember... You didn’t even have enough bravery to face the truth…” His father growled, slowly turning him so he could see a hazy silhouette that should make sense. “See what you have run away from.”
Zel tried to clamp his eyes shut, but the pressure of his skull was too much. The silhouette began to solidify, but before he could actually see anything resembling a shape, his skull splintered, and everything started to fade to black.
... No, Zel shook his head - that is not how it happened.
“Pathetic,” the voice spoke from behind, gruff and angry. It was a familiar voice. Quite simply, it was his own. “To think, that I was a reflection of you. You took the gift of knowledge I gave you and you threw it away.”
Zel turned, eyes narrowing as he felt the rage billow up, hot and heavy from his heart.
"You never were me - you couldn't have been, for I would never have been so unkind, as to give me knowledge you knew full well I wouldn't know how to handle."
“No, not this time – I’ve had enough of you running away from everything. So it got a little hard, that’s no reason to-"
This time, instead of throwing something at the shadow of himself, he simply stood his ground, and spoke loudly.
"I did whatever I did because it was what I needed to do at the time. It was my choice - MY DECISION. You have no right to tell me I was wrong, nobody does. I made a choice and I will live with it."
“This is not what we sent you here to do,” The voice of his father rumbled painfully in his ears. “We sent you to grow stronger – so that you might succeed me. Not to grow soft and bookish – to chase ghouls and entreat with monsters…”
Zel turned again, his shadow fading into the darkness, defeated and forgotten. He looked up at his father - the elder Cornugon towering over him, his head, not counting his horns, easily sitting 9 ft above the jet black floor..
"I will gain power in my own way, I will gather what allies I can - I will not truck solely with other demons - times are changing father, and if we are to survive we must change with them. We cannot be bound to the past - we must accept that the future is coming and we must strive to move with it. If you cannot accept that - then it would be folly for me to follow in your footsteps because you would not appreciate the changes I would make - you would not respect me - and how can I lead if I do not have your respect?"
His father stood there, sighed, and reached out to clasp him on the shoulder.
"You will have to explain to me in great detail what you mean, and ensure that you do not being steered down the wrong path."
"I can do that easily, father, come - let us talk..." Zel said, turning and head down the path before him. "We can't be bound to the past - but we also can't forget it - come, I will teach you of how we can move forward, if you will advise me how we can preserve what we have left behind."
"This can be done - come, my son, let us talk."
And so father and son continued on, and fell into talking...
MY STATS
My character's username: HornDevilMaster My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Royal Gryphon Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: Small IC description of character: Dark tan Skin, rust color eyes with rust color hair. Wings and two sets of horns. Wearing the standard Gryphon outfit. Character journal:Here
Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 10:44 pm
Darren was used to falling, really, if he was used to anything it was landing on his rump roughly. He had dusted himself off and had trudged along until he hit a place he could no longer go - As the light shown around the card and he grabbed it in his hands, pulling it to him as he suddenly recalled everything...
Everything... even...
He was running an errand for Rosy back at the coven, only he’d forgotten exactly what it was he was supposed to be doing, and so he was quickly making his way back to her in order to have her tell him what exactly it was that he was supposed to do. Normally it was about now that he would be intercepted by his mother and punished for his failure to remember what Rosy wanted – but that is where the dream took a turn for the strange.
He managed to make it back to Rosy’s room, only instead of just Rosy being there, she was with Siku, and they were… being rather touchy-feely. Darren cleared his throat, causing Rosy to turn. Thankfully they hadn’t been doing anything major, both still fully clothed, but Darren had a sinking feeling that had he entered a few moments later that would not have been the case.
”What do you need, Darren?” Rosy huffed, her red eyes lacerating him with her pointed stare. It was obvious she was not pleased at the interruption.
“Pffft, he just wants to keep us from having fun,” Siku chimed in, a claw reaching up to stroke along Rosy’s cheek. “Just ignore him, he’s not worth it.”
“Tsk, no… I think he needs to be taught a lesson…” Rosy said, rising from her position on Siku and floating over to Darren, clicking her tongue slowly in a way that sent a chill down his spine. There was only one other person who made that noise.
“Yes, he does, he’s been quite the useless steward hasn’t he?” said another voice from behind him, one that chilled him even more. Their mother.
“Hello, mother,” Darren said, keeping his gaze on the floor. “It is good to see you.”
“Don’t lie,” Their mother hissed, turning to smile at Rosy. “Shall we teach this useless pile of flesh a lesson?”
“Oh yes, let’s!” Rosy said. “Siku come help!”
“Oh this is going to be fun!” Siku chuckled, moving over and helping Rosy pin him to the floor by his arms. The more he tried to struggle, the tighter their grips became, Siku going as far as to nail his arm to the floor with ice spikes, causing him to cry out.
“Now then…” Their mother began, tapping her chin with a finger. “I took his eye last time… I think we’ll just take everything else this time.”
“Oh yes! That’s perfect mother!” Rosy giggled with glee, her knee digging into Darren’s forearm as he tried to pull it free.
“No, p-pl-lease s-st-stop…” Darren whined, deeply afraid, even though he knew, deep in his heart it was only a dream… Or was it? The pain he was feeling couldn’t possibly be real could it? He felt his gut sink when his mother floated away, only to return with a large, rusty, serrated knife. She handed it to Rosy.
“Start with that arm,” she cooed to her daughter, who soon set to work removing her sibling’s arm from his body in long, smooth cuts of the knife.
Darren cried out in agony, crying for mercy the entire time. He didn’t even feel the arm go, before seeing the knife being passed to Siku to remove the other, which the boil seemed to do with glee. The second arm gone with the first, Darren couldn’t do anything but lay there and whimper, before his mother was handed the blade. She placed it against his throat.
“You’ve been a very, very bad boy… Darren.” She smiled. “Bad boys get punished…”
She pushed the blade against his throat, then started to saw. He didn’t even feel it sever, he was completely numb now. The only way he knew she’d finished was when she’d lifted his head up and placed it atop the mantle.
“There, he’s much better as a display piece than a steward.”
“Agreed,” said his sister and Siku.
He stared, silently, out at the three of them. And wept…. The world around him fading into a murky black cloud –
No - he thought, his fingers clenching around the card in his hand. No - Rosy would never do that to him... Neither would Siku - as much of an a** he was he was not a sadist. Obviously - this nightmare was wrong...
Instead, he managed to make it back to Rosy’s room, only instead of just Rosy being there, she was with Siku, and they were… being rather touchy-feely.
Darren cleared his throat, causing Rosy to turn. Thankfully they hadn’t been doing anything major, both still fully clothed, but Darren had a sinking feeling that had he entered a few moments later that would not have been the case.
"I am sorry, to intrude," He said, even though it was a lie. Anything that put a snit in Siku's nose amused him greatly.
"What is it, Darren?" Rosy asked, a little annoyed but at the same time, mindful of her brother.
"“Pffft, he just wants to keep us from having fun,” Siku chimed in, a claw reaching up to stroke along Rosy’s cheek.
"Shhh, Siku, be nice!" Rosy said, smacking her boilfriend lightly on the chest before she slowly rose from his lap and moved over to her brother.
"I forgot what it was I needed to grab you - I'm sorry," Darren said, bowing his head slightly.
"Darren, I didn't ask you to get anything... I asked if you wanted to go to the maul with Siku and I later. Jeeze, you'd forget your own head if it wasn't attached."
"Is mother okay with me going out with you and Siku?" Darren asked, chuckling sheepishly.
"Mom said we should do whatever we want, she said Dad won't be home til way late and said we can order out for food if we want. She also told me to remind you to feed your mini's but I'm sure you've already done that."
Darren laughed and shook his head almost unbelieving, but no - this was his dream - this was how life should be.
He felt his eyePhone ring and he picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hey, baby, did you forget about our date?" A somewhat familiar female voice that he couldn't quite put his finger on asked him over the phone.
"Oh, yeah - no, I'll be there in a few minutes," Darren said, wincing a little - he must have forgotten!
"Okay! But hurry or we'll miss our show! Bye!" The voice faded out as the line dropped.
"Sorry, sis, but, I gotta take a rain check on the maul - I almost forgot I had a date with my ghoulfriend," Darren made a face.
"Oh geeze, GO! GO! She's a good ghoul and you totally need to be there..." Rosy said, making a shooing motion.
Darren laughed and ran out the room - heading for the door, card clenched tight in hand.
Yes - this is what dreams were made of.
MY STATS
My character's username: WalkingMeatShield My character's level: 26 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Sentry Caterpillar Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: Small IC description of character: Pale skin, green hair covers right eye only showing a single red left one. Wearing the standard caterpillar outfit. Character journal:Here
He's alone in the darkness, the faint glow of phosphorescent mosses bringing only the barest amount of light - and that is more for decoration than anything else because the Grue Clans to a one can see perfectly well without any form of light present. Ahm reaches out in the darkness, wanting the solace of his sibling, his twin...but Nahm isn't there. Ahm knew he wasn't, he couldn't feel Nahm's presence...but he had hoped that something had been wrong with his senses, that it had been just as simple as reaching out to reconnect with the one being that he just could not live without.
Sitting up and swinging his feet over the edge of...it wasn't a bed, what was that? He couldn't tell...even looking directly at it. The shape and textures kept changing...maybe there was something wrong with him? He felt weak too...and...wow, so thin! Ahm looked down, feeling over the still-healing gashes...the bones that were so easily seen under his pale skin - he was skeletal. What happened?
Suddenly another form comes in - Nahm's name dies on his lips even before it's born into the silence - it's the Elder. His grandfather. He looks...sad?
"Wha-t..ha..p..nd?" Speaking is hard, sounds only coming with extreme effort and from rusty, unused vocal cords. Suddenly his entire body goes frigid and numb. His grandfather stands near him and puts both worn hands on his shoulders, looking down at the Heir with an expression that...makes him want to start shaking his head.
"They're dead. All of them. Humans came."
Ahm starts shaking all over, his head bowed and lips moving with words he can't even bring himself to speak. 'Nahm...mother...father...everyone...'
The old Grue gives his bony shoulders a squeeze and then pushes him back against the...bed? table? whatever it is, it's hard and should feel cold, but Ahm isn't feeling much of anything...he just keeps thinking about his family...his twin. Together they could do anything...alone, he's only half a Grue! Without Nahm...'...oh Jack no...'
"You let this happen, Ahm. You're carelessness killed over half the clan. If you'd done what you should have, this wouldn't have happened!" Ahm looked up at the cold, hard eyes of his grandfather, guts twisting painfully inside with each hate-filled word. "you are to blame for their deaths, not the humans."
Ahm curled into himself and sobbed brokenly, a keening sound of animal pain and loss hit his ears and it took him moments to realize that Jack-awful sound was coming from himself. Over and over he replayed their deaths - he couldn't possibly know how each had come to die but he imagined them over and over...each time more horrifying and painful than the last. It went on and on until the Elder started to leave. The old Grue had remained quiet for some reason while Ahm tortured himself, but had a single parting shot for him; dark shapes and gleaming red eyes in the near-perfect darkness.
"Useless Grue, you should have died instead of the others."
[ Second Verse! Same as the first: a little bit lighter, a little less hurt! ]
RavenousDelirium lies alone in the darkness with only the faint glow of some phosphorescent mosses to keep him company and to cast the barest amount of light; which is more for decoration than anything else, because the Grue Clans to a one can see perfectly well without any form of light present, ambient or otherwise. He reached out in the near-perfect darkness, wanting toe solace of his sibling, his twin...but Nahm wasn't there. Jack, he knew that his younger brother wasn't there - he could see that the room was empty - nor could he feel Nahm's presence. But he had hoped that he was wrong, that something had been amiss with his senses and that it would have been as simple as just reaching out to reconnect with the one being that he just could not live without.
Sitting up and swinging his feet, connected to gawky legs over the edge of...well, it wasn't a bed, so what was it? He oculdn't tell, not even directly looking at it - it seemed to shift and change, the shape, size and textures all slowly fading from one to the other until he had to look away lest his brain explode. Maybe there was something wrong with him? He felt far too weak and when he put a hand to his leg, his stomach, he could tell he was scarily thin. Wow. Mouth looked down at his body, gingerly felt over some still-healing gashes...saw the way the bones of his body were so easily seen under his pale skin - he was practically skeletal! What the Jack had happened?
Suddenly, breaking his questing train of thought, another form comes in - Nahm's name dies on Mouth's lips even before it's born into the silence - it's the Elder. His grandfather....and he looks...sad? It doesn't suit the old Grue, at all and suddenly RavenousDelirium fears for the worst.
Pushing his clearly unused body and voice, he manages to grind out a short question. "Wha-t...ha..p..nd?" Speaking is hard, sounds only come to him with extreme effort and from rusty vocal cords, a clumsy tongue and chapped lips. But he manages, because he has to know. Has to. His body is frigid, numb feeling as his grandfather stands near to him, placing both calloused hands upon his shoulders; the old Grue looks down at the Heir with an expression that makes the boil want to start shaking his head, denying what he doesn't want to hear, doesn't want to know but must both hear and know.
As suddenly as he had come in, RavenousDelirium's grandfather begins to smile, beaming down at him. "Everyone's okay, child. Humans came, but thanks to you and Nahm, our fatalities were very low." Clearly, by everyone he'd meant within their direct family line, rather than the entirety of the Clan, but still - hearing those words from his grandfather made him want to leap for joy. The dread, the feeling of deja-vu that had been telling him something horrible had happened, seemed to disappear as happiness bubbled up from deep within his heart and soul.
Mouth started shaking all over, head bowed as tears of joy trickled down his cheeks; he couldn't bring himself to speak, afraid that he didnt have the words...that they wouldn't come out right and would somehow break this wonderful, magical moment. 'Nahm's okay. Mother's okay. Everyone is okay! We did it!'
The old Grue gives his bony shoulders a squeeze and then pushes him back against the...bed? table? whatever it is, it's soft and warm, but he's not feeling much of anything...thinking about how lucky he is, how his family - the Clan - are fine! Together, they could do anything...hadn't they proven that? Was that something that Grandfather understood now? Alone, they were only half the Grue they could be! Surely he had to realize it, if was the pair of them that had saved the DeVarr Clan.
"You...and Nahm made this happen. I have perhaps been misguided in trying to keep you separate. If you hadn't done what you did, dragging him along with you when I had forbidden it, this wouldn't have happened. I'm sure more than half the Clan would be dead right now, were it not for how well you compliment each other." Mouth looked up at the strange, hard eyes of his grandfather, guts twisting painfully, nervously inside with each slow-coming word. And admission like this was not something that he'd ever expected - nor had it come easily to the Elder Grue.
He snuggled into his warm bed-like thing and wiped at the tears of happiness that wouldn't stop their slow seeping from his eyes. His grandfather remained quiet, contemplating something while the Heir tried to get control over his emotions, but it was clear the boy had been over taxed by the battle and his wounds. After a moment he seemed to make up his mind, rose to his feet and left the room, with one parting shot: "I expect great things from you two. Don't disappoint me." Mouth was about to close his eyes when he realized what his grandfather had said "from you two!! He turned to look at the slowly closing door where the Elder had been moments before, eyes lighting up as they caught sight of a very familiar, very beloved face.
"Nahm!" Younger by moments, Nahm raced across the room and climbed into the bed-like-thing with Mouth, each fussing over the other sibling like mother-hens. Both had bandages and were thin, Nahm less so than his elder brother, but it was clear they had been injured together, with Mouth taking the brunt to shield Nahm. "Did you hear!?" A pair of massive smiles, decorated with happy tears bobbed as the heads they were attached to nodded before settling down to rest further; safe, secure and happily reuinited, the twins would fall asleep and dream wonderful dreams, tails twined tightly as the bond between them.
OOC
My character's username: RavenousDelirium (Mouth) My character's level: 33 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job class: Royal Gryphon Current party: -- Current Guild: -- Location: Red Queen's Castle Small IC description of character:
Tall, lightly muscled with glowing red eyes and dark grey, mottled skin, RavenousDelirium wears the black and white with gold-trim Royal Gryphon-class set though there are many patches and additional "accents" added to the basic set. His dark hair is long and thick, slightly waved from being pinned out of his face and his overly-wide mouth is rarely given to any emotion beyond scorn or smirk.
The cards have manifested in their final form! This now takes the place of the 10th dice roll card. So whenever you roll a 10, you will summon this card, and the effect will activate. Go ahead and add it to your deck as the special 10th card!
The card in Gabriel Santiago's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Cheekiebirdiee
Gabriel Santiago's true weapon takes the form of [ a forked spear ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Trex2000's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Grey Dragon
Trex2000's true weapon takes the form of [ a shadowy broadsword ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in fouof's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Huni Pi
fouof's true weapon takes the form of [ ninja stars ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in RazerHead's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Huni Pi
RazerHead's true weapon takes the form of [ a spiked yoyo ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in r3dkill's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Kuumeii
r3dkill's true weapon takes the form of [ a skeleton key ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in r3dkill's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Kuumeii
r3dkill's true weapon takes the form of [ a skeleton key ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in JabberWhut's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Lady in the Golden Wood
JabberWhut's true weapon takes the form of [ a clock staff ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in DreamCatcher's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Lilwolfpard
DreamCatcher's true weapon takes the form of [ a spear and tattered ribbon ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in AblooFox's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Lilwolfpard
AblooFox's true weapon takes the form of [ a three trailed pronged flail ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in 00zingTea's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Madness_insanity
00zingTea's true weapon takes the form of [ brass knuckles ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Snakebyte's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Meegane
Snakebyte's true weapon takes the form of [ giant needle-shaped spear ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The cards have manifested in their final form! This now takes the place of the 10th dice roll card. So whenever you roll a 10, you will summon this card, and the effect will activate. Go ahead and add it to your deck as the special 10th card!
The card in HadesKnight's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Melodine Cantus
HadesKnight's true weapon takes the form of [ 3 interlinked daggers ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Haunting Lights's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
phantompanther13
Haunting Lights's true weapon takes the form of [ feathered scimitar ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Chocolate Hooves's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
phantompanther13
Chocolate Hooves's true weapon takes the form of [ winged halberd ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Jack_Blue's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
poke mattix
Jack_Blue's true weapon takes the form of [ great lance ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in OCTOPU55Y's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
quite uneventful
OCTOPU55Y's true weapon takes the form of [ a giant wrench ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in konpeito's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Random Artist
konpeito's true weapon takes the form of [ a giant paintbrush ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Shyduck's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
sammpai
Shyduck's true weapon takes the form of [ a spiked chainsaw ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Phymi's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
the_scowling_cat
Phymi's true weapon takes the form of [ a broken cleaver ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Finitay's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
`Swirly
Finitay's true weapon takes the form of [ a butterfly staff ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in IttyBittyBatty's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Twilight Jaws
IttyBittyBatty's true weapon takes the form of [ batwing bow ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in AngelofSong's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
iStoleYurVamps
AngelofSong's true weapon takes the form of [ a rose staff with wings ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Wiz's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Viva Viola
Wiz's true weapon takes the form of [ a great spear ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 11:39 pm
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Caiden tossed and turned in his bed as his nightmare clawed at him. He was running, running, but where? There was no landscape, there was just white as far as he could see. There was no one else around, not even his twin. That was what unsettled him the most. He and Cadence were almost always together, two sides of one coin. He stopped running. Why had he even been doing that? There was nothing even chasing him.
Suddenly the ground rumbled beneath his feet, but it sounded like the growling of a giant beast. Oh. So that could have been why he was running. His boots hit the ground as he sped off again, but it seemed there was no end to whatever beast was coming for him. The white surroundings turned black, and the floor split beneath him. He let out a gasp of surprise as he fell, grabbing for the edge and hanging on for dear life. He didn't turn to look, but he could hear the breathing of some huge monster beneath him, feel the hot breath coming past him. He cursed under his breath as his fingers began to slip, once by one until the very last. He screamed as he fell into the abyss...
And then he woke up in a cold sweat.
Except he wasn't awake. Not really. He was falling, had been falling for hours and hours. It was pitch black, and he could feel the wind passing him as he fell still. His heart rate sky rocketed as fear raced through him. Whenever he finally hit bottom, he'd be a pancake. Just so much meat and bone, shattered and scattered on impact.
Even in a dream, a sudden shock like that could stop your living heart. He was gone, forever. There would be no more Cadence, no more family, no more school, no more anything. He was finished.
But there was no impact. In fact he was slowing down, and when he did finally stop, the world was getting brighter. There was someone there with him. The sudden light blinded him but when he could see, it was a welcome sight.
"I told you I'd always be there for you, brother." Cadence smiled at him, and he knew then that even if he were up against insurmountable odds and digging himself into a grave, she would be there. His twin would always be there for him, like he would always be there for her.
They were twins, and they were best friends. They always would be.
OOC
My character's username: RockerReaper My character's level: 32 Job Class: Royal Gryphon Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Short, curly black hair. Boots, pirate coat, pirate hat. Blue, green, black.
Running came naturally to Phoenix, quick and surefooted. She didn't bother trying to open any doors, instead moving at a rapidly increasing pace. At some point, though, she has to look back, has to make sure. And then she collapses and falls out of the dream and into reality.
Into her own bed. Across from her, there is Kostya, soundly asleep, and somehow they'd become separated. Distantly she wonders if this was why she hadn't been able to find him, despite all searching. Despite finding so many others. His hand is inches from hers, and maybe, just maybe if she were to hold on to it, he could either pull her out of the dream, or she could pull him into it. Either way they could be together. Either way would be enough.
Her hand couldn't move. Couldn't even twitch.
She tried to speak to wake him up but motion and sound were beyond her.
America was trapped and the distance may as well have been a world away for all her ability to cross it. Still she struggled against the oppressive stillness of her own body, fear trickling in that if she didn't grab hold of him now, he'd be lost to her forever.
A hand gabbed her shoulder and pulled America down into emptiness. Into lost, sinking apathy until all she has are a pair of cards and the instinct to grab the white one. Memories and a sense of self fill her like a vessel and the nightmare rises in their rippling wake.
There is a silence within you, a body that remains cold and still though your thoughts race to seek out the familiar rhythms. You are naked and alone, but there is one who watches as the symbol carves itself into your chest. It should hurt, you should be writhing and fighting, but your body is still and you can only watch along with the wordless observer as the symbol grows and warps across your skin. Red ravines stretch and twist, pulling skin tight until your breasts are flattened and then they are gone. Your womanhood is gone. Every scar and mark of life is gone.
Washed out flesh twists over your fingers, your throat, your mouth, your nose. Your senses are gone, one by one. And finally it takes your eyes. The world you knew is gone, the life you loved is gone. There is only skin: pale, cut, and bleeding.
And suddenly there is heat and following on its heels: pain. An excruciating pain that sears you from the inside out. Fire engulfs you and as you burn, you finally, finally have the ability to scream. The heat flares as your voice rises and you are consumed. You burn down to ash and all is as it should be.
There is rhythm that thrums across your charred remains. Quiet at first, then gaining in strength. Amidst the ashes, thin streams of molten lava begin to seep out, laying delicate traceries of fire, the veins lengthening with every beat. Your heart continues to sound, warmth and light flaring in tandem with its pulse. Lungs form next, twin bellows that lend power, strength, and speed to the process. Everything else follows quickly, bone, organ, muscle, tissue, and skin: strong and lit from within by your own relentless vitality.
You open your eyes, your eyes, and stare down at this body, baptized in fire and made anew. In quiet awe you lift a hand, and plunge it into your chest. Thick, wet rhythms surround your fingers as they graze across something thin and stiff. With a smile you pull the white card from your chest, and laugh, soft and pleased.
Believe in the heart of the cards.
OOC
My character's username: Phoenix My character's level: 38 (exp: 75/100) Character's HP: 40 Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character:
Tall and curvy with a proud bearing, Phoenix strides about in red and black Gryphon armour like it was designed just to swirl dramatically about her and emphasize how freaking majestic she is. From the name, to the cockscomb of a faux hawk, to vivid orange-red eyes, Phoenix's appearance announces: I bring the fire.
The cards have manifested in their final form! This now takes the place of the 10th dice roll card. So whenever you roll a 10, you will summon this card, and the effect will activate. Go ahead and add it to your deck as the special 10th card!
The card in _k1llzerKeR843_'s hand changes form and becomes something greater.
amicableAggressor
_k1llzerKeR843_'s true weapon takes the form of [ bladed boomerang ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in PcktHottie's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Beejoux
PcktHottie's true weapon takes the form of [ a fishing rod spear ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in NomAllTheThings's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Enoh Love
NomAllTheThings's true weapon takes the form of [ clawed gloves ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Harebrained's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
[Eskimo]
Harebrained's true weapon takes the form of [ a flametongue sword ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in DrgnZ0rd's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Grymoire
DrgnZ0rd's true weapon takes the form of [ a flamethrower ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in SugarPuss's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
baby_gwing
SugarPuss's true weapon takes the form of [ a large hammer ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in BrotherOfWar's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
baby_gwing
BrotherOfWar's true weapon takes the form of [ a long mallet ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in TheBoughman's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Kyribird
TheBoughman's true weapon takes the form of [ a tree staff ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Phones's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Manda
Phones's true weapon takes the form of [ a segmented staff ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in afroQueen's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Ol-j-man
afroQueen's true weapon takes the form of [ winged wand ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Angel_Moon's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
poke mattix
Angel_Moon's true weapon takes the form of [ pair of cutlasses ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Ra.One's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
ramenli
Ra.One's true weapon takes the form of [ a claymore ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in BigMac's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
ramenli
BigMac's true weapon takes the form of [ pair of katanas ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in Rhythm's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
shadica
Rhythm's true weapon takes the form of [ a pair of handaxes ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in PunchyMcShutup's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Smerdle
PunchyMcShutup's true weapon takes the form of [ long trap shears ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in second.try's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Sora_Akumax
second.try's true weapon takes the form of [ a rapier ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
The card in killsteal's hand changes form and becomes something greater.
Ol-j-man
killsteal's true weapon takes the form of [ a broken axe ]. It manifests and replaces their current weapon in battle whenever they [ Roll a 10 ].
Vaith hated it. He was scared of it like nothing else. He couldn't imagine it.. and yet, here he was.
In a world with absolutely no ghouls or women.
Vaith had to resign himself to this world. He sat at his favorite coffee shop, that usually had his favorite band of lovely ghouls. Not, boils replaced all fo that. Boils replaced everything. Everything. Even the porn magazines now issue boils for.. boils. Vaith (and many other boils) had cried themselves nearly to death after all the ghouls disappeared.
The world felt black. It was eating at him.
Somebody walked into the coffee shop, the bell on the door ringing loudly. By now, Vaith had no interest in who was inside. It was probably a boil anyways. At this rate, Vaith would have to reconsider his no-homo rule. He was reading a porn magazine because there were no ghouls around to scold him anyways.
"Why read those magazines when you have us?"
But then he saw a familiar wisp of blue hair hanging over his shoulder. A ghostly blue. That was distinctive. On his other shoulder, there was a shade of dark blue hair. His two favorite---
WHAT IF THEY WERE TURNED TO BOILS (and then he would really consider his no-homo rule!)
He turned around frantically and saw .. ghouls?
Vaith tackled them and hugged them on the ground.
"Bless this world and ghouls! BLESS MY TWO FAVORITE GHOULSSSS~"
(SHH DONT JUDGE ME CRACK SOLO OK ;; )
CHARACTER STATS
My character's username: n0izyboi My character's level: 28 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Blond haired draconic mad hatter Character journal:n0isyboi
Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 4:08 am
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The door swings shut just as he rounds the corner of the house, and Noah breaks into a jog, swallowing down apprehension. He rattles the knob, pulls on the door. It's locked.
He needs to get inside. Something is following him and he needs to get inside. The garage door is closed. He tries the door on the side of the garage. The knob turns, the door starts to swing in, and then something pushes on the other side, and no matter how hard he pushes he can't keep if from closing. The lock snaps closed, and Noah swallows hard. He has to get inside. Something is following him.
He runs now. The back door is locked. The side door is locked. The curtains are closed on all the widows and he can't pull the frames open. Maybe on the second floor. He grabs at the trellis on the wall in the garden, starts to climb, and the wood snaps under his feet, dumping him back to the ground.
He has to get inside. Something is following him. He runs.
Something is following him, and he has to get inside. This is a dream, he realizes. He's had this dream before. He's had this dream before, and every time he runs, climbs, rattles the doors and the windows, and he can never get in. He never sees what's following him, never reaches sanctuary, and he wakes up shivering in a ball under the covers.
He knows he's dreaming now. He's stronger than the dream. Better than the dream. He's not afraid of the dark, not much. He climbs the steps of the front porch. Whatever is following him is approaching. He can feel it about to turn the corner, and the door in front of him is locked.
He turns around and waits for it to catch up.
When he sees himself come around the corner, wide-eyed and terrified, running from the monster chasing him, he's confused for a moment. Then he looks up to meet his own eyes, and he understands. There was never any other monster here. He's been running from himself all along.
With that realization, the other him stops and blinks at him. It doesn't smile. Neither does he. After a moment, one of them fades. He's not sure which, because he finds himself halfway between the spots where he stood, halfway up the steps.
There's a key in his pocket when he reaches in to find it. He turns and walks up to the front door, and unlocks it, and goes inside, calmly, no longer afraid.
MY STATS
My character's username: InvisibleDog My character's level: 25 Character's HP: 40 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Doctor Current party: - Current Guild: Eat Me Location: Small IC description of character: Tall male with light skin, short purple hair, and hazel eyes. He wears white mouse ears and a pair of tiny white feathered wings. His Dormouse coat is white. Character journal:Log
Kentra slept fitfully, tossing and turning uneasily as his mind dreamed....
All around him was dark cold water... dark and damp it clung and pulled him down deeper. His hand stretched forward to the light far above. No matter how he struggled or strained it receded farther and farther away, a cold searing pain in his leg as something dragged him deeper... A muted scream and stream of bubbles as the light blinked out.
Skele_Wooife was running from something, something that got closer every time he looked back. It was dark here, an endless corridor to flee down. He took one last look behind him and saw nothing. It was gone… Turning back around the eyes of the shadow gleamed in front of him.
-snip- Kenta woke up and shook his head, he was in his room, in his real body. He was finally awake! He sighed with relief, that dream or game or whatever had been weird! He tried to get up, his body hurt but he wanted to move around. BUt something invisible held him down. Panicking, he struggled against the hold until the panic vanished and he lay back, tired once more. NO! If he fell asleep, he might not wake up! He thought with fear as once more he found himself in the corridor. “You belong here.” A voice told him. No! He didn’t, he belonged in reality! Not here in this weird and messed up dream world! His eyes snapped open again, and the panic and struggle returned, but it was no use. Back into the dream, back into the darkness he fell.
Darkness all around, no memories, no thoughts, no identity. A doll, a puppet. A card floats by, reaching out a hand to grab it, he remembers. Words and images flow back into him, he knew who he was. He knew that something like this had happened before, except this time he still held onto his memories.
The card in his hand unfurled, and a nightmare began. He knew this one, the drowning dream. The dark and wet clinging to him.. Shivering he struggled against the cold and dark that pulled him deeper and into the wet depths away from the light. But this time something different happened.
The water still pulled him down, but he found the strength to pull out of it’s cold grasp. Without the clinging to his foot, he found himself able to swim to the surface, back to the light and warmth.
astrazilla
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zoo said you still can-- "Tell them to just sneak a tea post in, Just 1 is fine"
<3! feel free to add in your ooc stats after you do that, and quote astrazilla here!
Cool! I did it~ Here's the link to my post for the tea party~ Makes me all set!
OOC
My character's username: Skele_Woofie My character's Class: Caterpillar Sentry My character's level: 27 Character's HP: 40 Current party: na Current Guild: na Location: White Queens Castle Small IC description of character:
Skele_Woofie has tan skin, with the right half his face looking slightly paler, and blak wolf ears and tail. His right arm and leg are skeletal;(You can't see them due to the heavy clothes but they are there and look thinner than the left). His left eye is gold and right eye is an empty socket. Longish black hair that's shaved on the right side. His hands and feet are "paws" though they are still covered in gloves/boots that match the paw shape
