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 Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2018 10:07 pm
Quote: Your character(s) visit a graveyard at the edge of the forest at dusk on a dare. Everything seems fine, if only really spooky. As you turn to leave, you see large shadows moving behind one of the tombstones.
The Grimm youngster might have been trying to not think about that bit too hard.
She pulled her sweater tighter around herself, tail somewhat curling around her legs as her ears flickered every which way. The dare was made during a game of Truth or Dare, and since everyone else had done a dare... well, Reina didn't want to be the odd kid out, right? Plus they'd all been looking at her so expectantly... The group of freshlings had giggled and snickered when she'd said dare! but in her mind, Reina only assumed it was just what you did in a game like that. Cuz why would the kids saying they were her friends laugh like that otherwise, right? She tried to not to think of how as the sun continued to dwindle and lower, the shadows from the trees and tombstones grew and seemed to twist and sway. Just her imagination. That's all! Nothing else.
Nothing else...
Yet one of the shadows seemed to shift more than the others, and she froze, her ears up and alert, eyes wide as they absorbed the sudden stillness of where she thought she saw something... behind one of the tombstones... "W-who's there?!"
Roserain I CAN EDIT THIIIIIINGS I wasn't sure how Z'ev might come in BUT LEMME KNOW IF IT WORKS OR NOT??? If not I can def edit things it's no prob at all <33333
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2018 4:37 pm
((SORRY FOR MY SLOW-ASSNESS))
Z'ev reached out and tapped a stone with a claw and then thought better of it. Never knew who's stone it was, or if it was rude. Weird to think they still owned something, even when they were dead. Did they own their own bones even if they weren't around? Maybe it was different for different races. What did wild Grimm do with their dead? For a brief second he wondered if they ate them, but that was stupid. But... if they were wild? Was wild the right word? What if he was wild and just didn't know it? He stuck his tongue out, decidedly against the idea of eating someone and wished he hadn't thought of it.
...A voice? He was pretty sure. An ear swiveled towards the noise before he looked up. Too foggy and dark to see anything, and who would be here anyway? A couple of bad scenarios went through his mind as he decided whether or not to investigate. In the end curiosity won, though he really hoped they weren't here to eat a dead relative or something.
Moving towards where he heard the voice, he peeked from around each statue and tombstone, trying to catch a glimpse. He sniffed, but there wasn't a good wind for that, besides the fog weighed all the scents down. Nothing stood out anyway. Pausing behind one particularly large monument, he tilted his head as he saw a silhouette of a small figure, and could now hear breathing if he really tried hard to focus on it. Well, that ruled out the ghost theory. Could ghosts talk anyway? Trying to get another peek, he shifted and got called out for it. Oh. It was just some kid.
"Me."
Was he supposed to show himself? That didn't seem right, he found them first. He stuck his head out from around the edge of the stone to look in their direction, squinting to make out any details. Smallish, pale, purple? Not much info yet.
((Wow this kid is a morbid s**t. Also the heck are you doing in the graveyard kid you never said. Weirdo. You and your creepy glowing eyes.))
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