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 Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 7:58 am
Invited peoples:
-Toxic Laurel-
Teres Minae
TaLirah / Un-sane Hattress
0DDESSY / Cat of Spades
Post your profiles ladies, and we'll get started as soon as everyone is up!
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 7:59 am
Name: Aellavelia Age: 19 Appearance: (minus the wings) 
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 10:41 am
Name: Daelyrie
Age: 19
Appearance:
 
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 10:45 am
I'm tough on the outside,and tough on the inside...•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«•((Love the name you gave the RP dear minion! XD ))
Name:Altessa Kimya Arabella
Age: 19
Appearance:
COMPANION!!
Name: Skatha
Appearance: Small black panther. The runt of the litter, her head comes to just above Tess' knee.•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«• ...but I'm still fragile.
♥♥
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 7:37 pm
I'm tough on the outside,and tough on the inside...•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«•
The sun had already begun to set, painting the sky a brilliant array of pinks, oranges, and purples over the darkening valley floor. Atop the eastern ridge, hidden behind a thin cover of trees, a small fire was lit, the flickering light dancing over the nearby foliage. Two figures watched the night approach from their perches, halfway up the aging oaks that stood between the dancing flame and the steep drop to the valley floor, already deeply shrouded in shadows. A soft growl sounded from one tree, alerting the other figure to the barely-concealed rustling from the bushes below. Two sets of eyes darted around and refocused on the clearing just in time to see the coyote creep from the bushes. No doubt drawn near by the smell of roasting rabbit, it slowly crept further into the small clearing, remaining cautious of the dancing flames. Another growl from the tree, slightly louder than the first, caused the coyote to lift its nose to the air, searching for its observer. Two living scents. Both potentially dangerous. It backed up as slowly as it entered. To it, the rabbit wasn't worth the danger. A short moment later, another growl is heard, but this time, to those skilled enough to hear, there was a victorious and slightly mocking quality to it. It was joined by a soft chuckle, and seconds later, two figures dropped from the trees between the fire and the still-darkening valley. One, a feline whose dark figure was nearly lost in the shadows and whose head just barely reaching above the knee of the thin human figure beside it. "You've saved our dinner," the wispy, silvery-blonde haired girl whispered as she removed the makeshift spit from the fire and stabbed one end of the pointed stick into the firm ground. "Dig in, Skatha. You've earned it," she added softly, taking a small step away from her companion's catch. The large cat looked up at her, yellow eyes glowing in the mixed light of the sun's last rays and the moon's first. A few silent steps put the feline in front of the rabbit and she glanced over her shoulder at her human companion. She softly dipped her head - an almost reverent gesture - and gingerly took the first bite. "I won't even pretend to understand you, Skatha, but I believe that there is much that you can still teach me."
Satisfied that the panther would eat its fill, the girl turned and walked slowly back to the tree that she had been perched in just a moment ago. With a soft sigh, she leaned against the tree, taking in the spectacular colors in the sky. This is my time she thought, remembering back over the recent months. Twilight. That time when it is neither day nor night, when colors are not quite right and things are rarely as they seem. My element, she reminded herself, trying not to dwell too much on the events of the past months, but remembering the lessons learned and the wisdom earned. The wind picked up, ruffling her fine hair and pulling on her loose, sunset skirt and scarf. Hypno - Blaze, she corrected herself - her scimitar was still leaning against a neighboring tree where she had put it before climbing the oak to watch the sunset. A feeling similar to relief tingled through her as her hand lightly brushed the carved pommel and crept a few inches down to grasp the hilt. She hadn't wanted to leave him on the ground, but he would only have hindered her climbing. No matter. I have him now. She lifted the scimitar, secure in its scabbard, and silently apologized before turning her attention back to the quickly fading sun-washed sky.
She could hear Skatha behind her, quietly consuming the rabbit that had fallen prey to her earlier. Tess knew that the panther would leave enough for her, but out of respect for the creature, the girl always gave her companion first choice. That was one of the many things that she had learned from Skatha in the past few months: respect. She was no longer a rebellious child, disrespecting her elders, life, or the gifts she had been given in this world. Skatha, she firmly believed, was one such gift, sent to her by some unknown force to help guide her down the path of her life. She had learned from the majestic cat about invisibility and stealth, grace and caution. And still, Tess knew, there was so much more that the feline could teach her, and there were times when she was sure there was a lesson going on, if only she could put her finger on what it was. For instance, she knew that Skatha was slowly teaching her how to track, starting with animals such as rabbits, and yet, there were times, like tonight, when she was not included in the hunt; times when she was left alone while her companion caught their dinner.
•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«• ...but I'm still fragile.
♥♥
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 7:47 pm
The darkness didn't bother her, not usually. Even tonight, she couldn't say that it was the darkness that was making her uneasy; it was just something about the night that didn't feel quite right. Perhaps there was something out there, just on the edge of her senses; something that, it if was closer, would send an alarm running through her system. Or perhaps there was a trap in the area that she was risking running into, traveling in the dark. Maybe she was being followed by someone or something with the skill to bypass her internal alarm system. Oh maybe, she thought with a soft sigh and a cautious glance over her shoulder, I'm just uneasy because I didn't make it out of the valley before sunset. She eyed the steep slope of the valley walls, knowing that somewhere, there was a way up. That's all it is, she assured herself, I'm in the valley after dark. Not the safest place in the world, and the walls seem so much closer together with the sun sinking as it is. She jumped when an owl hooted nearby, her right hand instinctively reaching for the hilt that could be seen peeking over her shoulder. Jumpy, are we? she chided herself, pulling her cloak more tightly around her and repositioning the sword on her back so that it was at least slightly less obvious. It wouldn't do to be caught in this neck of the woods with a weapon such as she was carrying.
There was the smell of woodsmoke in the air indicating a fire somewhere in the general vicinity. An open fire, or is there lodging nearby? she wondered, lifting her nose in what she suspected was a futile attempt at locating the smoke's source. Somewhere atop the ridge. East, as the wind brings it to me. How far, I can't tell. I need to get out of this valley, she decided, warily eying the steep slope again. Though it was tempting, she knew that she couldn't disrespect her blade by using it to climb to the ledge. She would simply have to wait until morning and find, or make if necessary, a selection of suitable stones to use. Unless, of course, I can find a simpler way up.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 8:32 am
Full darkness. The tiniest flicker of flame would have been enough to giver her away, so she tightened her already white-knuckled fists and held her breath as she waited for the right moment to act. She could see her twin rapiers dangling from the hooks in the wall, right next to the door, just high enough that she would have to jump to reach them. No worries there, she assured herself, a half-smirk making its way to her face. Reaching the rapiers wouldn't be a problem; it was getting to them and then escaping that would prove the challenge. She could still hear the voices of her captors - a band of wealthy brigands that hadn't taken too kindly to her attempted thievery a few months back. No matter. I will get out of here. Tonight. she promised herself as she settled more securely in her hiding place, waiting for the hour when the brigands would be drunk enough that just about anything could get by them. She had spent her months of capture observing them until she knew their habits by heart. She knew their schedules and had calculated her best chance of escape. Tonight was her only chance, unless she wanted to wait another month. And that, just wasn't an option.
"The b***h still tied?"
"Yeah. Checked on her before we broke out the ale."
"Gunther drop off those shackles yet?"
"Yeah. Came by this morning while you was out."
"Go put 'em on 'er. One such as her musta figured a way out of the ropes by now. Can't hurt to have 'er chained."
"Yes boss, I'll do that right now."
The conversation was followed by the soft clunk of a mug being put down, some shuffling of items, and the opening of a creaky-lidded box. Then there was the clinking of chains and heavy footsteps in the adjacent room. The heavy door slammed open and and the doorway was blocked by the large brigand. As he stepped out of the doorway, the light from the other room lit his face and she could see the malevolent smirk on his face. It no longer scared her, but she wouldn't let him know that.
"I got a present for you, b***h," he sneered, lifting the heavy, iron shackles and advancing towards her with slow, deliberate ******** off, fatty," she shot back, her typical response to anything this particular man said to her. He was the one that she dealt with the most. He was, in a sense, her keeper; entrusted by his fellows to make sure she was 'taken care of.'
"Ah hush," he retorted, backhanding her across the cheek. The jeweled ring that he wore cut into her face, and she felt the warm blood trickle down her cheek as he locked the heavy shackles onto her thin wrists. She didn't even try to struggle. It wasn't worth it and she needed her strength to rethink her plan. Rope I can get out. Iron will pose a challenge.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 3:52 pm
I'm tough on the outside,and tough on the inside...•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«•
It seemed hours later when Tess felt coarse fur against her calf, but it was still twilight, which meant that barely a few moments had passed. "Finished, Skatha?" she asked softly, leaning slightly to rest a hand on the feline's head. Indeed, when she glanced over her shoulder she could see the remains of the roasted rabbit - just enough for her, set aside gently before her companion had devoured the rest. "Thank you my dear," she whispered, turning towards the fire and kneeling by the chunk of rabbit meat. It was warm on her tongue, and juicy. She felt a brief moment of pride at not overcooking it this time. Something else that Skatha had taught her in their short time together was the value of food. Had she overcooked it, they both would've eaten it anyway. There was no point in wasting it, especially when you didn't know how long it would be before you had a chance to eat again. She wiped the juice from her chin with the back of her hand and stood up. The sky was darker now, a purple that was almost black, and as tempting as it was to make camp here for the night, Tess knew that they needed to keep going. They would make camp at dawn, as they had every dawn since they had left the mountain that fateful twilight. Serves them right, teaching me what they did. They must have known it would happen sooner or later. If not me, the next student perhaps, she thought, glancing at her sheathed scimitar as she lifted the rabbit carcass and moved it out of the circle of firelight. Something else would finish it - the coyote was probably still hanging around. "Skatha, are you ready," she asked, throwing dirt on the fire and scattering the ashes. A soft, audible answer from the cat, and they were off, keeping close to the trees in case they needed to get off the ground.
•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«• ...but I'm still fragile.
♥♥
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Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 9:35 am
The iron was cool against her skin, but the chain of the shackles was shorter than the rope had been, and she was now forced to stand on her tip-toes. Dammit! she winced as one of her feet slipped and the iron rings cut into her already swollen wrists. The thief smirked at her pained face before turning and lumbering out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He shut the door? She stared at the thick door in wonder, realizing that the wooden door would act as a sort of sound buffer for the clinking of the chains. Previous nights, the door had not been fully closed - just enough that the brigands would not have to look at her, but could peek in every so often to check on her, and hear if she made too much noise.
She glanced up at her hands and was relieved to see that the chain was only draped over the hook in the wall, not actually attached. They may have just made this easier for me, she thought with a sparkle in her eyes. The rope had been wrapped around a beam in the ceiling, then tied to another support beam before being wrapped around the hook and tied to her wrists. Indeed, the chain was going to be easier. The tricky part would be getting out of the shackles. Or detaching the chain...
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 9:20 am
The valley pressed in around her as she slunk through the trees, eager to shake the feeling that she was being followed. Perhaps if I just rest and continue in the morning, I will see the foolishness of my fear, she thought, scanning the nearby trees for one suitable to spend the night in. Yet, she knew that she would not be capable of falling asleep with this feeling washing over her, sending chills down her spine every few moments. She would have to keep moving, stopping only briefly to survey the area and test her senses for information. Why would they be following me? she wondered as she ducked under a low hanging branch. Unless it is my father's people, though there is no possible way that they could have found me so quickly. They probably still think the note was real, she thought, suppressing a chuckle as she remembered the faux kidnapping note she had left on her trunk.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 5:08 pm
I'm tough on the outside,and tough on the inside...•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«•
They had only traveled for a few moments before Skatha paused, her ears swiveling, a low growl in the back of her throat. Tess closed her eyes and listened, trying to pinpoint what had upset her companion. Skatha knows best, she reminded herself when she couldn't locate the danger that the feline was warning her of. She reached up and grabbed the lowest branch, pulling herself into the tree and climbing as high as she could and still be able to travel between trees. She heard Skatha move forward on the ground, slinking through the night as she was born to - a predator of the darkness. Tess let her get a few yards lead and then cautiously followed, nearly twenty feet above.
•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«• ...but I'm still fragile.
♥♥
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 11:44 am
It took more strength than she had anticipated to pull her entire body up by the chains and wrap her legs around the rafter that the rope had been tied around before. From her upside-down position, she lifted her hands a few inches and grabbed the middle of the chain, focusing on her hands. A few seconds later she felt the metal beginning to give way and dropped the chain back on the hook in the wall. Taking a deep breath, she used her legs to swing back and forth, pulling the chain against the hook until the red-hot metal separated. Her arms free for the first time in months, she grabbed the rafter and unlocked her leg hold, dropping to the ground in a nearly perfect crouch that was marred only by the still red-hot ends of the dangling chains hitting her arms as she fell. That's gonna leave a mark, she thought as she stood up and gently touched the fresh burn marks on her forearms.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 7:37 pm
 Chrysalis
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An apprentice witch with a little something extra. She is new to the craft but shows signs of extraordinary power. Her days of servitude as a peasant slave did little to deter her outspoken bold personality although it did instill an unnatural shyness and submission. After being bought and freed by a sorceress she began training her powers. Within mere weeks she was abandoned by her mentor for she had already overcome the sorceress in her abilities. She has been slowly learning to control her powers.
age: 17
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 7:55 pm
It's eerie...I feel like I'm being watched, yet I can't sense anyone nearby. Could someone be watching from atop the ridge? Could they see me down here, even with the cover of the trees? She didn't notice the first wet step, but when her next step had her nearly knee deep in frigid water, she jumped back in alarm, suppressing both a laugh and a shriek. The water was cold, and the stream had a strong current. Where does it come from? A current that strong must stem from a bigger river, and a bigger river will lead to a town, she thought, sitting down on the soft ground and pulling her soggy boots off. I can't believe I walked right into it, she smiled and softly shook her head as she stood up, her boots in one hand. Mud squished between her toes as she walked along the bank of the stream, and every few steps she could see the starry night sky between the trees. It's actually kind of peaceful out here, she decided as she strolled along, her mind off the eeriness of the night for the first time since the sun went down.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 11:45 pm
((All along the key was music!!! I should have known I would be worthless without it. Thank you pandora!!)) *~*~*
Chrysalis
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 A small cloaked figure moved quietly through the dark forest of the valley, picking her way carefully with a tall staff gnarled and bent over becks and under low hanging branches. For some reason she felt the desire to shield herself from spying eyes, though she could see none. In fact, she heard, nor saw, bird or beast. She paused in her trek to look about. How odd. Unnatural, even. Looking up, moonlight speckled through the trees like a thousand eyes, though it allowed no true light to hit the forest floor. Like the trees didn’t want it to. She shivered and pulled her hood closer around her face (it wasn’t a cold night) and hurried onwards. Where she was going she didn’t know, for she had stumbled unknowingly into this obviously changed valley. Yet, for all her trying, she couldn’t seem to find her way out either. That, too, was unnerving. She dared not even summon a light orb for all eyes that were bearing down on her. She hurried forward until she was far too sore to will her feet to move another step, and stopped. She looked around for a stump or something to sit on but there was not a dead thing in the wood. No stump, not even a fallen tree was to be found. The only thing worthy of a seat would have been a rather large tree root that belonged to a tall and menacing bent and spooky looking tree. She dared not disturb it, for this forest was very much alive. And not in the way that is healthy for a wood. She finally settled for sleeping on the ground. Now if she could only will herself to lay on the most and fertile soil. “Comon, girl. You used to be used to this sort of treatment. This is no time to turn into a duchess.” She scolded herself. She lay down her small leather bag of belongings onto the ground next to her. Usually, she would have hung it high in a tree, but…looking up and hearing the creaking of the ancient branches…she decided she trusted the ground more than the great oak. She pulled off her cloak and set it down as a barrier between herself and the soft earth. Usually she would have felt lucky to have such a plush bed as the fertile soil of this valley, but for some reason she had the eerie feeling that *this* forest would suck her down through it by their roots and straight to the earth’s core if given the chance. Yes. There was something *very* wrong about this place, as though it had become sickened, and corrupted. She shuddered before willing her heavy eyelids to close. She peaked out only once… at the oak. “Now hear this, I don’t mean you or this forest any harm or vengeance. I would appreciate it if you would let nothing happen to me while I slept here.” With that, she passed out cold. After all, she had adequately warned the Old man Oak.
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