- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, Action, Adventure, Mature, Cyborg, Dark Romance, Demons, Supernatural, and all of the above.
Color Code
My character and general GM stuff
Ansley(Mao) Jed(Jed) Violet(Vanessa) Mark(Exces) Mujer and Cruxis(LuLu) Fluffy(Majem)
A new wind flowed through the treetops, gently blowing the leaves in its passing. But it was no ordinary wind... It was tinged with the flavor of magic, newly returned to the world from whence it had originated centuries before. The forest rejoiced with its return and grew brighter, more vibrant, almost as if in welcome. Deep within a single creature perks up at the strange change in the wind, intrigued and yet more than a little baffled by the new development in the home which she had only just begun to try and understand...
Deep within the swamp the waters flow and swirl as they have for centuries, disturbed only by the passing of the native inhabitants making the rounds of their watery territory. The kings of the swamp, these two brothers have ruled by tooth and nail for decades. When their many scarred hides cut the water, all other creatures scatter and scramble to escape... But they had little interest in such sport today. They were summoned, and compelled to obey.
They made their lazy way to a cottage, hidden deep in the reeds and dragged themselves up out of the water. Their normal perches were waiting for them, a space on each side of the door where years of scratches had worn the wood to the grain. They took up their positions and waited for their masters return...
The streets at night are a dangerous place, filled with predators of all persuasions. Those who choose to walk those streets do so for their own reasons, but all should walk with caution... But just because they should doesn't mean they do so. A man swaggers his way down the street holding a look of mild disdain upon his face. As he passes the alleyways and street corners he can hear the occasional call of," Heya cutie... looking for a good time?" or ," How about giving me a whirl?" He ignores them though, used to them now and in no mood for fun. Something in the air has him restless, unable to settle, though he cannot for the life of him figure out what it is...
Its late... but a true Journalist is more than ready to sacrifice a little sleep for a big scoop... and this journalist is certain he is on to something. In his small office he has slaved away the day, gathering and organizing reports of odd happenings and creatures which have been multiplying over the last month or so. Most of the other newspapers in the area had already dismissed these reports as superstitious locals or people looking for attention... and yet... something was off. The reports had all begun at nearly the same time, and many had multiple witnesses... Where other, larger newspapers were brushing it off, this reporter planned to pick up these scattered puzzle pieces and fit them together to form a picture of what was really going on in this town...
A true journalist never rules out possibility... and as he read over the reports he had to smile. Especially when the story is as juicy as this one might prove to be.
A whole world away another being reacts to the changes taking place... Though he feels them far more keenly than any other. The life and magic which normally flows in an unending cycle about Marae has begun to jump and start. To flow in entirely new directions and even disappear... That should not be. Magic is unending, when used and expended it merely returns to the flow of life, never should it disappear or be destroyed. As a Genesis of Marae it was his duty to find out what might be happening to the magic, the very life of his world, and find out he would.
With determination he sets out to follow the flows of magic to the source of this strange disturbance.
In darkness he stews... in madness he broods... his only companion the silent beast upon which he rides. The old mans thoughts wander, as aimless and directionless in their intent as his beasts padded and clawed feet. There is much he has forgotten... but hatred he will always remember. This dark world is not his home, nor will it ever be. The light of a world long denied him still shines in the back of his minds eye, and yet he is always separated from it by the shadowy tendrils of despair which creep up on him out of Junos darkness.
Many of his brethren had long before acclimated themselves to this new world... but not him. He held on to a hope... a dark dream of vengeance yet to be wrought. He would continue on his own path, and one day, take back the light...
Alright there we are. Everybody up... I'll go ahead and do my IC post and then all will be good XD (or so I hope~)