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 Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 7:51 pm
You find yourself in the heart of Darkwood forest, where no light passes through the dense, malicous trees. Everything is dark..
Except..
For the light, not but a small little glow, off in the distance. Curious, and in need of directions, you make your way through the brambles and bushes, eyes set on that small little light of hope.
After many bruises and scratches, you finally find yourself in a small clearing, where one huge tree stand off to the side, it's bark peeled off to reveal it's fragile wood. And on it, there are writings. You lean forward, not even noticing the hollow in the opposite tree, filled with weeds and skulls and all other sorts of knick knacks.
Or the albino Clip-clop standing behind you.
Welcome to Thin's clearing
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 7:58 pm
Thin  Name: Thin [Though this is not her original name, that is for sure. What it is, though, she will tell no one. ] Date of Birth: Many, many years ago, decades, centuries, even. But the first time she has finally come out of her home was on the day Before Halloween, 2006. Temper: It is hard to realize her true demeanor at first, though it soon becomes evident that she is not right in the head. But still, this old thing's got one sharp tongue. History: So very little is known about her. She's recently come out of her retreat way back in the forest, where she's recollected and become old. Though she doesn't know many, she has mentioned about being in a war.. or atleast a fight. Maybe that was how she got her limp? Or maybe it was a lie.. and the crippled leg was simply the result of an accident.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 7:59 pm
~Fanart~ <3  An AWESOME picture done by Rapid! *Bows to* 8D <3
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 8:00 pm
The scribings of Thin
Cursive scrawing fills the bare bark, scratched in, then filled with crimson blood, most likely that of a small animal.
November 1st, 2006 It's been a few days since I've come out of the forest. It's been.. such a long, long time. And then, right after I was marveling how everything seemed new, some little biatch started screaming about how I needed help, and tryed to heal my limp. Damnit, I don't need any help! I'm fine on my own! I told her off. Though.. she did, actually heal it, for a second, but she's never going to know. And then this little p***k came up to me, calling himself 'The Epitome of Evil'. Puh-lease. I chuckled, naturally, as this is obviously the pig head of the century. Then he went and gave me a papercut. Impressive. NOT. Busy, busy day. And more to come.
November 6th, 2006 I ran into Mr. Epitome again today, while bringing some olive leaves to restock my tree. It is so rarely used anymore.. Age has taken so much from me. But anyways, back on topic. This little damn freak called Reaper, but refers to himself as "The Epitome of Evil" Jumped out at me. I screamed and peed myself. Not. Then he began rambling about how stupid, and pathetic I was. He said he would kill me right there and then. So I told him to go ahead. And get this, he charged at me with his eyes SHUT. And ran into a tree. It was hilarious! And then he kept on going and going, saying what a small vocabulary I had. Which is really just plain desperate. And then I went and stupidly said something about war.. I wasn't referring to.. that one.. But still, he started being a jackass.. If only he knew.
Oh, and I forgot to mention [It's sortof hard to erase, if you hadn't noticed.] HE began HITTING on me! Seriosuly, what the hell? He was saying stuff about how I wanted "The man behind the epitome of evil" PUH-LEASE. I don't know how old he is, but not many come even close to my age. I'm at the age people are wondering why I pretty much don't die already. But yeah, that was weird. I think he's retarded. Or high. Or just stupid. Or all of the above.
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 12:54 pm
Role Play Halloween event Crowfoot Thin limped along the edge of the forest, face alit with a horrible grin, revealing cracked yellow teeth. Life was a game, why not bend the rules a little? Sanity wasn't something anyone needed. It was replaceable. Usually. Red eyes darted around nervously, almost as if she had a twitch, as her blood-caked mane shivered in the breeze. Who's blood was it? Thin would never tell, but the fresh cuts on one of her legs revealed the answer. A crow skull, once full of live, now thumped against her chest like a hollow old drum. That limp leg of hers, spattered with mud, dragged across the dryed leaves as she looked around. Where to? Where might the albino be able to leave an impression, and have some fun, too? Oh, yes. Twin Meadow Hill. The two bumps in her otherwise smooth world, were crowded with life. Other clip-clops, a gryphon, a centaur.. and what were those? Furless creatures that somehow balanced on two legs. Her eyes may have been old, but they were as sharp as a hawks. With a bemused look, the old clip-clop began the slow, but tiring way towards them. Konalou Bre nodded. "Darkwoods....center..." She whispered to herself. Oh why did that sound so familar?!?! She sighed, then spoke up, "The center of the Darkwoods rings a bell in my mind, but I can't put my hoof on it. Still, I'll journey there as well.........." Her eyes quickly darted to a shadow approaching the group, and gasped at it's owner. She saw a pure white mare limping towards them. Her left back leg was stained in dried blood, and her horn and mane was drenched in fresh blood. "Look! That Clip Clop! I think she needs help!!!!!!!!" Skybreeze shrieked, Crowfoot Her ears were pretty sharp, too. Snorting irritably, Thin decided that ugly little mare was refering to her. "I'll make you need help, twerp, if you keep shouting like that!" Flipping her scroungy mane out of her eyes, and revealing the delicate pattern made by mud so many years ago, the albino limped up the hill, often pausing to curse rather loudly and pull her limp out of a rabbit hole or otherwise. Finally, she reached the top of the more populated of the two hills. Leaning next to the twerpy mare who had thought of her as helpless, Thin whispered loudly in her ear, panting in between words. "I.. don't need no.. feckin'.. help." Konalou Bre rolled her eyes, the snorted back in the same tone. "You may not want help, but you need it." She sighed, "I can use the little magic I have in my horn to ease your limp. The question is, will you allow me to?" Skybreeze shook her head regretfully. She was, although fully matured, so young! There was only a scarce amount of magic in her horn, and Bre had doubts about how much of a difference she could make. Nonetheless, she was good at using the little powers she had to their full potential, and wasn't going to hesitate to help this mare. Crowfoot Thin laughed, a harsh, mean sound in the quiet, that quickly caused the few birds to flee from the trees. "Do you not think I have tried, you ignorant child?" Red eyes hardened, and she stared intently at this.. imbecile. "One must learn to live with pain to become strong." But there was something not quite right about her voice.. something tilted.. something not quite.. sane. And then she laughed again, almost crazily, as she threw her head up to the sky and laughed, and laughed, and laughed. "And why, I must ask, would ye want to help such a sorryful old mare?" That wasn't how it was done. It everyone for themself, wasn't it? Konalou Bre stared at the manically laughing mare, completely shocked by her question. "Why, because you need help!" She blinked, thinking it was pretty obvious. "Never mind, but hold still." She instructed. Bre bended down, and lightly touched Thin's limp with her horn. A warm starlight radiated from the tip, but was Thin's pain at the very least, eased? Crowfoot Thin growled roughly, and jerked away from the horn, before lightly shaking her limp, and wincing. "'That supposed to do sumthin'?" She raised a brow, unimpressed. This mare thought she could actually help her! Such an ignorant fool.. The albino scowled at the amre. Konalou She sighed, slightly dissappointed. Still, she tried again. This time, a light brighter than the stars themselves flew from Bre's horn. The intense glow wrapped around the albino's leg. Innocent eyes widened. Bre had never been able to use so much magic before. ...Why was such a surge of power happening now? Crowfoot "I told you, i' doesn't help any! Now get yo' filthy horn offa me!" Thin growled and jerked away roughly, and limped a few steps away.. wait, no! She took an actual step.. without limping! But then, before she could even fully realize it, it was gone, and each step was as painful as the last. But the stubborn old thing would never admit it had worked. "See? Din' do nothin'." Konalou It took all of her self restraint to keep herself from grinning. Instead, she pretended, well, tried to look downcast as she mumured, "At least I tried." Then, the young mare turned away, swallowing down her giggles. Crowfoot "Even though I told you to feckin' not too. You have alot to learn, twerp." And with that, Thin huffed angrily and limped over to the other group of 'Clips. Maybe they would be more intelligable. Hahah. Fat chance. Tamiko_kitten Raine snorted, a shiver running through her as she thought of venturing into the deepest part of the darkwood forest. And yet strangely, it wasn't a shiver of fear, more, anticipation. She wasn't stupid, she knew it would be dangerous, she wasn't eager...no, that wasn't it either. Simply, she just wished to know what was there, a desire to see what almost none else had, to wander into unknown parts of her world that never before had she, or any she knew, seen. She was adventurous by nature, and when presented with the oppertunity to go somewhere, anywhere new, she jumped at the chance. Of course in this case there was a little less jumping for joy involved. The prospect of facing whatever was changing the clip clops was a little frightening, but an overwhelming curiosity kept her from being too afraid.
A sharp turn of her head, and she caught the strange appearace of an albino clipclop, old looking, bloody, limping. She watched as one of the others made repeated attempts to heal the old one, but the albino kept pulling away. The one seemed...not quite right some how. Her mannerism was...off. Raine knew of no way to explain it in simple terms. She grew more interested as the one clip clops horn emitted light, stringing itself around the albino's damaged leg. For a moment, just a moment, the Albino's leg became walkable. but, the old one didn't notice, probably didn't want to notice anyways. Raine's curiosity was once again peaked. She stepped forward, addressing the albino one. "Who are you?" A simple question, but with inumerous possibilities that Raine knew the old one would probably never delve into, but it couldn't hurt to try, right? melodymh4 'Darkwoods? Stars above?' Gaea stared at Thea, bemused. "Your world..." she said thoughtfully, looking dazed. Whoa. How on earth did she get here? Glancing at her hands, she then shook her head softly, causing her long brown hair to ripple with soft waves. Nah, my powers wouldn't do something like that.The centaur and the griffon had caught her attention as she had drew nearer, and she was surprised when one of them spoke, and listened intently to his speech. I sure have a great timing for appearing here...Return home? At this word, Gaea blinked. It wasn't as if she thought of the world she came from as her home, but, nevertheless...Biting her lip, she made a decision, meeting the centaur's steely gaze, "I think...well...I can stay to help. If you don't mind." Hearing more hooves in the distance, the teen turned to see a white mare with bloody stains and her hand flew to her mouth. Oh. My. God. Crowfoot Thin's head snapped to the side, to face the blue mare. Great. Another one. "And why would you want to know?" Her voice was a thin, hoarse, whisper, and those ruby eyes were hard. Even that forever-thumping skull seemed to silence and come to a sliding stop at her chest.
An intent, stony eye slid over to the teen, but for now, the albino ignored this strange creature. A bad impression never killed anyone. Tamiko_kitten Rain looked at the white clip clop with a slightly wary gaze. "Why do I want to know? Well, you do look as if you've been through, a lot of situations." She remarked, allowing her gaze to travel over the clip clop's bloodspattered mane, to the limp leg dragging by her side. At Thea's suggestions, Raine looked over to Griad. "I will also come to darkwood. I have a feeling I would be better able to help there." She glanced at the albino. Yes, doubtless the old one would never accept help from her.
A stumble alerted her to another clip clop's trouble, and she turned her head just as Skybreeze almost fell, and then settled to lean heavily on a tree. Raine looked at her with a little alarm. "Are you sure you're fit to travel to the darkwood in that condition? You shouldn't push yourself too hard..." She didn't want the other clip clop being injured because she was too worn out. Crowfoot A knowing, suddenly old look fell into Thin's eyes. "You don't know the half of it." The look was gone in an instant, and red eyes swiveled over to the odd trio of the three creatures. A centaur, a gryphon [She curled her lip slightly at the sight of him] and a thin clip-clop with wings. Darkwood? What was this about? The elderly albino often traveled through there, as a shortcut. "Oi, what's going on?" Her voice was loud, and a bit hoarse.
Turning around to face that pesky young mare that had tried to help her, a smirk crossed her lips as the satisfying sound of her collapsing resonated through the air. That was better. shadowicedragon1 "Something's been happening to the Clip Clops recently," Luna replied tensely, tearing her attention from the humans to focus on the newcomer instead. "It seems to originate from the Darkwoods - at least, that's what these two mutated Clip Clops told us. We're all banding together to try and find out what it is. You can join us, if you want."
Luna was beginning to feel that waiting around was the more nerve-wracking that if they actually left, she wasn't accustomed to standing still for long and she was having trouble keeping awake at the same time - even if her mind was fully awake her body was still shaking off the last traces of sleep. If they were going to go, they should, she thought slightly impatiently. She didn't like the Darkwoods ata all, but the sooner they went, the sooner they left, right? Crowfoot "I wasn' talking to you." Thin turned towards her again and growled, but she was interested. "Whadya mean, 'Been Happening'? Everyone knows that place ain't a park." A brow raised. "Mutated clip's? Where?" She didn't see any odd Clip clops.. sure, there were a few fanciful ones, but no extra heads t be found. "Oi, It's something to do. I'll come." Tamiko_kitten Raine looked at the albino and tossed her head in the direction that the two strange clip clops had departed in. "You just missed them, but they were here. Two skeletal things, one with a heavy robe covering his body. They said that strange things are happening to the clip clops, that they're being dragged into the Darkwood forest, and changed." She snorted softly, looking with distaste towards the forest. "We have to do something about it..." At the old one's words, she looked back, eyes moving over the limp leg. This one didn't seem in much shape to travel, but from what she had already learned about the albino, Raine wasn't surprised. And she suspected the old one wouldn't be held back by common sense either... shadowicedragon1 Luna stared back at Thin, amused yet a little perturbed by the other's attitude. She nodded in agreement with Raine's words, adding, "They weren't particularly helpful, but they did say it had something to do with the DarkWoods." Shrugging slightly, she started walking on. "We should probably get going already, they said something about the potions taking a short time to work -- the quicker we find out about it, the less likely that we get caught like that, too." Crowfoot A dissapointed sigh found it's way out of Thin's throat, and she grumbled something about her leg always slowing her down..
"Changed? Whas that supposed to mean?" She grunted heavily, glaring at the blue clip intently. She knew a thing or two about herbs, and much about folklore, the old mare had a few of her own tales herself. Nothing about this, though.
"We? Hell, I could care less about the stupi' clips crazy enough to go near this place." She snorted indigantly, before continuing, "But still, I might be able to show you ignorant fools the way it's done." The albino's eyes narrowed as she caught Raine looking at her leg. "It's not polite to stare." Thin's voice had a hint of malice in it, pink eyes hard. Crowfoot
Thin nodded with a slight grumble. "Thankyou, Ms. Obvious." A dry laugh echoed through the air. "Potions now, eh? I might be able to help you babies." Taking a deep breath, the albino began walking, too, but with slow, uneven steps.
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 12:55 pm
Role Play Halloween event Crowfoot With a snort, Thin glared at the two. "Of course I'm fine, never been better. What, are you expecting me to keel over any second? Not before you." For now, she would ignore that awful griffin. You could never trust one, anyway. She laughed darkly, and stumbled on with the group, keeping a close eye on the Darkwoods. There really was something darker.. more sinister, about it. Well, it was that time of year, was it not?
The smell, iiick. Thin gagged, her eyes watering, and even her limp seemed to cringe away from the smell, causing her pace to slow down considerably. Sharp pink eyes soon spied out the cause.. a Clip clop? No, it couldn't be. But it was. The albino eyed this horrible deformed creature, that couldn't possibly be alive, without fear. Atleast, not any that was showing. Silent Spy Reaper stood quietly, eyeing around the area, smiling wickedly. Oh, the thoughts of corruption that went through his mind. Not too far in the distance was another Clip~Clop, who seemed to be sewn together. This Clip~Clop, who appeared to be a mare, had no eyes, but instead a dark black void of darkness. Oh, how maliciously evil.
Reaper took a few steps closer to the mare, ready for anything to come his way. His red eyes glared, as if they were glowing.
"Well, hello there," said Reaper, in a dark, creepy and eerie monotone voice. As polite as the words were, the tone of his voice made it sound so malicous and twisted that it was practically intimidating or threatening. Reaper still was a distance away from the mare, but focusing all his attention directed towards her. Crowfoot Thin blinked, and her head turned, suddenly thawed from it's frozen position, staring at that lifeless thing.. never, in all her experience, had she seen something so horrible. Even for her, it just wasn't right. Her gaze was now stuck on a clip-clop, one so similar to the sewed up thing. A skeletal print hugged it's black fur, but asides from that.. It certainly looked like a clip-clop she could get along with. "Oi. You there, Mr. Dark and Creepy." Silent Spy Reaper turned towards the new voice, to see yet another mare, this one was albino. The albino mare stood not too far from Reaper, and seemd to be covered in blood. How appealing she was to Reaper.
"Hello there, Miss White and Bloody," said Reaper, in response to what the mare had said to him. Reaper still had the same montone ring to his voice. Crowfoot "I prefer the term Albino, thankyou." Thin's tone was cool and frosty, as she stonily eyed the skeletal being. He might have been appealing to her, if she had still been in her prime, but that time had come and gone long ago. A bit unnerved by his tone, but still pretty sure this being was worthy of her name, she abruptly anounced, "Th' names Thin." Silent Spy "Interesting," said Reaper, not showing any interest in the albino mare's name. Rather, he was much more interested in the other mare, the one sewn together.
"Oh, I suppose I could introduce myself," said Reaper with a groan. "My name is Reaper. Consider me the very epitome of evil."
Reaper said this with a malicious and manical laughter that even the most terrifying creatures could be haunted by the sound. Crowfoot "Yep." Of course, it wasn't her real name. Oh no, it was once something long and fancy, back in the olden days, it always was. But a long and fancy name got you no wheres nowadays, and often caused rifts and even the occasional international war if one could not pronounce it right. So it was just Thin. When Reaper introduced himself as the Epitome of Evil, even Thin couldn't help but roll her eyes and laugh. What an egotistical freak. Silent Spy "Do you find something funny?" asked Reaper, turning to Thin angrily. Reaper was normally one to be calm, but when he was irritated, he would be furiously and violently angry.
"Do you have a problem with me? If so, I do suggest that we settle this right now," said Reaper. The montone sound of his voice was replaced by a tone of bitter hatred. Crowfoot Thin laughed again, her eyes wild with glee. "A bit touchy, are we?" She laughed again, but soon the albino turned to face the skeletal clip-clop, not at all unnerved by his tone. She had seen worse, and anger never killed anyone. "Oh, would you really hurt an old little cripple?" Thin used a mocking tone, making her voice high and girly. Silent Spy "Do not taunt me!" shouted Reaper as he stormed closer to Thin. After each step closer, Reaper's pace began growing faster and faster until he began charging at the mare, ready to attack. Reaper bent down his head so his horn was pointing towards the mare, ready to pierce into her belly. Reaper continued to charge at Thin, ready for an impact. Crowfoot "Why ever not, Mr. Epitome of Evil? It's evvver so fun." Her tone was mocking, imitating his cruel and cold voice. Ooooh, so he was attacking now, was he? Thin grimaced, and began to shuffle to the side, but that damn limp of her stopped her from doing so in time. She would surely be hit. Silent Spy Reaper continued to charge. He sensed that the mare had hardly moved. Oh, how stupid of the mare. Reaper felt the impact on his horn as he rushed past the mare. He then began to skid on the ground, but then turned to look at the mare, seeing what damage, if any, he had inflicted upon her. Crowfoot Damnnn. He was fast. The little bugger was already past her as Thin began to feel the pain. With a weak gasp, she looked down at her left shoulder, acknowledging the thin slash on it's side. He had only grazed her, but it still hurt like hell. Blood dripped down her ghastly white shoulder, some of it even onto her crow skull, making it look fresh. Even Thin knew, now was the time to shut up. Really. Silent Spy "I warned you," said Reaper, returning to his malicous voice again, yet panting at the same time. "Next time you better watch yourself."
Reaper started walking back towards his original position, distanced from the bloody albino mare, who seemed to have even more blood now than he did before. At least he knew he was successful. Crowfoot Most sensible clip-clops would have straight away, healed the wound with that ever-so-conveniant horn. But Thin was not sensible. She let the blood drip down her shoulder, wincing. But after the original sharpness of it had died down, it hurt in a good way.
"Well. I suppose you did. But with me, you're going to need a sign. Watch myself? There will be no next time,thankyou very much. But I will stock up on some herbs. I hear foxglove isn't exactly good for the digestion." A smile fluttered across her face. Silent Spy Reaper rolled his eyes at the mare. She was really beginning to get on his nevers. How he detested those who thought they were more superior than him. There were other Clip~Clops around as well. Reaper hoped that they didn't bother him. Reaper was bloodthirsty, having a desire to attack all the others around him. He resisted this urge, focusing all his attention, and his frusturation as well, towards the mare that blocked the entrance.
The mare was even more appealing than before. Reaper stood into her eyes, or the lack thereof, in amazement and awe. Oh, this Clip~Clop must have potential.
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 12:59 pm
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