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Silence, when can we start?

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| | After Stone makes her second character. :3 She has to make one more Townsmen. I believe we will most likely start tomorrow, if Stone finishes her last character. | |

[baestille]

When are we going to start this RP?

[baestille]

| | After Stone makes her second character. :3 She has to make one more Townsmen. I believe we will most likely start tomorrow, if Stone finishes her last character. | |

{{Hint hint right? Lol. I may just do a little rough draft so we can get started, and edit him later. Rainbow- After I finish my character .-.}}

Oops! Sorry! I was supposed to asking on a different rp, no rush. Sorry.

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| | Okay! I'll go ahead and add Stone's characters to the list. x3

We can officially start! DD

Alright, all of you can start, it doesn't matter who posts first. At first, there won't be any violence! Let our first posts just be friendly, witches hanging out with their friends or just doing something and the town boys just chilling out. XD Friendly start off, and then later on we may add a little action, like one of the boys suspects one of the ladies for a witch and such and you know what's next. xD I'll start working on my own post right now. :3 | |

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>>> ow could something so sinister be so cute? Who knows. Dare sat quietly on a flat, wooded chair, watching the sky, as if it had answers to the questions she knew didn't have one. Her soft, multi colored eyes reflected the sunlight, but instead of yellow, its like they had a light of their own, forcing it grey. A low growl popped out behind her, and it seemed to flow her into reality and out of world of misery and questions. Racer, her minion, also one of her best friends, had come back from a long hunt. Blood dripped from his mouth, a few white feathers had bed left hanging from his chin, and his dark burgundy eyes were flicking with joy and evil. If that can make any sense at all. Dare smiled softly, and even though, to her or anyone smiling was a sign of weakness, she did it anyways. Her brown hair was flown behind her shoulders, her dress was flatened against her waist, and her shoe laces, became neatly tied and tucked under the flap as she stood, her magic making her look nice and collected at all times.

Magic. Who could ask for more. Dare a seventeen year old, beautiful as ever, had magic. Well what a surprise. Dare came to balance after the magic was gone, and she could see the windows of the broken down warehouse were shattering. Raising her hand a slight, and than turning it so her fingers were aiming at the windows, she clicked her tongue and almost instantly the glassed entwined again, leaving yet only a few cracks to be seen. Her eyes reflected her happiness, but her face showed absolutely no expression of emotion. Her hand loosened and she fell silent, only the sound of a panting Racer came here and there. Their was a bark from the front, and Racer looked up at Dare. She sighed softly laid a finger on his nose. "Who is it, Racer." The dog opened it mouth, but their was another bark. "Its Illusion." He said and her finger slid down his nose, and under his chin, to his chest. Within a few moments, Dare had made Racer feel better, with love and a few scrubs and pets on the chest.' How interesting.' Another question to add to her dreams. A large whimper came from the door. With a flick of Dare hand, the door springed opened and a dark, german Shepard with glowing brown eyes scattered into the house, as if the wind had nipped her in the butt and sent her home.

Thw witch stood, letting the breeze flow through the house, refilling it with air. Fresh air, and than, with a snap of her fingers the door slammed shut. Illusion jumped up onto a pile of cushions from old couches and dropped what seemed to look like a bird out of her mouth. Its eyes were black, looking at Dare sweeping her into the darkness. Its feathers were white, but after the time being in Illusion's canine teeth, blood had covered all of feathers. When Illusion nudged the bird, un patiently waiting for a praise, Dare couldn't help but notice the chunk of meat that had been torn from its stomach. "Illusion, dont eat without the rest of us next time okay, but you did good, girl. Thank you." The dogs eyes became dim, but when the praise came, t was like an orphan who had never eaten before, never had a toy and never say television. Racer came over took the bird from the bed, and dropped it in front of Dares feet. Dares mouth opened, and she let out a whistle, and it was as if the air, took the feather, the dripping blood, and flew it away. The head slowly evaporated into dust and flowed with it, when finally, it was as if it was sucked into the floor. Racer gave a snarl a the whistle buck ignored it any other possible way. Once Illusion saw the thing, or whatever was gone, she jumped up retrieved the bird, and began chewing at the flesh.

A dog a wolf, and A witch, how weird. What could go wrong? Another question to add. Sitting down a old rocking chair, she picked up a small bag that laid against the heel of the chair. She rested it in her lap, stuck her hand inside, and began feeling for something. Suddenly something rough, tough, and smooth, came into contact with her hand. Pulling it out, the stick, expanded into a glowing mass of colors. A wand. A soft, yet cheating smile crossed over Dares face, and she became aware of startling power surging through her. One zap could cause destruction. Yet that was not meant to be used unless needed. One zap and. Bread. A hot loaf of bread sat in her lap. Dare knew she could make food whenever, but she was always worried that even magic could run out.

The wand slowly shrank back into a stick, and she tucked it neatly away in a bag of something only she could guess.Picking up the loaf of bread, she pulled the bag out from under and laid it next to the rocking chair, gravity forcing it to sag over. The whole broken down shed of a house was dark, but had Dares spice to it. Piles of cushions made up for couches, a small wooded table, sat near the door, wood chairs making the table a sitting place for visitor, like the young girl had any. Though her minion and pet normally took up the couches, so she got the rocking chair. With no one to talk to, she decided to find another witch. There were only too that she knew of, well them and the quiet ones.

Katherina and Hallo the witches, her friends. Aneria and Eden the the other witches who dont talk much. Katherina and Hallo were the people to hang with though. "Racer come." She said, rocking back and fourth, and watched as her minion came to her side. She ran her fingers through his silky hair and sighed. "Im bored." She murmured. Her index finger trailed down to his smooth wet nose and she smiled watching his eyes light up as the power surged though him. Go find Zurri, and tell Hallo and Katherine to come over. I bet you there over in town, or their place. Please?" The wolf nodded. "Sure." She smiled, removed his finger and peeled away a piece of bread. She set it in her palm and watched as Racer engulfed it, avoiding her flesh. She bent over to the side and laid her pink lips on his coal nose. She made a pecking sound and pulled back. Her hand flicked to the side, and the door flew open. "Thanks Racer. Now be safe and whatever you do, dont get caught. Espically be aware of the townsmen, the one with black hair. He scares me. Cute, but very fierce.Whats his name, Ma- Malachy" Racer tilted his head. "Im kidding. Just be safe." Her eyes gave that away before she said it, and Racers ears were already perked back up. She laughed softly, and watched the wolf let out a howl to Zurri and raced out of the place he called home. The door was slammed shut behind him.

"See you later boy." The words slipped out of her mouth like silk, and she couldn't help but smile. <<<

|{{ Hope you didn't mind be using your characters sticks and stones, Hallo had her wolf name, I didn't know what, LittleArchangel's wolfs name was. Plus, I think Malachy is cute so you know. Like yahh. ;D I know. Im sorry. Oh well, sorry its so short. WB Sorry for any mistakes, im on my phone. c;
nobody has to read below I just normally do this so i can reacord how im doing in writing c;
word count: 1280
Post belongs to me, please do not copy or plagurize in any way. I have had it be done to be before, so please, dont do it to me again.


Thank you again.}}|

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| | Rawr, beautiful post. c:

Just a reminder, none of the witches know who the Servants are! So none of your witches know that Aniera and Eden are servants! They just think they're normal witches! ^-^

/is currently trying to make a decent post while dealing with indescribable writer's block/ ;-; | |

[eden .]

((question: do the servants know if they're servants/know who the other servant is? ))

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| | Yes, Eden and Aniera know that they're servants. They were both marked by Lucifer himself, and he even told them that they're his servants and that they must be not known by the other witches and people. xD So, Ani knows Eden is a servant, and Eden knows Ani is a servant, but no one else knows that. :3 | |

[eden .]

((kk, if you need help w/ something to respond to, Eden can bust in.
She's good at that. ))

є∂єη єℓιzαвєтн вαтнσяу

--------------//Are you going to remain a slave for the rest of your life?
--------//Give in to the night

ѕєяναηт σƒ ℓυcιƒєя||ƒємαℓє||Ι7||ѕιηgℓє, ησ cяυѕн
ℓσcαтιση: Aniera's house||ωιтн:Nevermore, as far as she can tell||∂σιηg: shouting, being annoying||ƒєєℓιηg: impatient

EDEN BURST INTO ANIERA'S HOME...

...with the intent of kicking down the door. Of course, it didn't much work out like that. As it was, the door creaked and cracked a little before popping open. Eden frowned. The effect would've been more dramatic if the door came off its hinges and flew into the house. She could always use her magic, she supposed, but using magic on such a petty thing seemed like a waste. Besides, Eden wanted to say that she was able to knock over a door by her own power. Eden had a strange pride in that way.

Above her, Never cawed in protest at Eden's sudden charge at Aniera's doorway, but Eden scoffed it off. Not like Aniera would mind...probably. Not that Eden was overly worried. In truth, she felt a sisterly bond towards Aniera that Aniera probably felt towards her. Or at least, Eden hoped. And she also hoped their strong bond wouldn't be destroyed by one simple mishap with her house. Or maybe Eden was being overly hopeful.

"Aniera!" Eden shouted into the house, stepping over the threshold without waiting for invitation. Again, Nevermore shrieked in condescension. This time Eden ignored her entirely and looked around the house. "Aniera, I need more frog tongue for my spell. Do you have any? I really don't want to go into town, today." Eden was in the middle of brewing a powerful sedative that she knew would be helpful in the coming months, especially with the miniature war the town was having. Usually Eden would say that she wasn't worried about the townsmen people hurting her at all, but that was just a stupid and bold front. Eden wasn't stupid, even if she was prideful. It was better to be prepared in these sorts of situations.

Furthermore, there had been movements around the entire country. Eden had heard whispers of men that were actually trained to hunt and kill witches. The very thought made her skin crawl. She knew the Church was zealous, but she never thought they'd actively produce warrior and trained professionals for something like this. It didn't really seem to fit the image of the Gothic domes and stained glass windows. Of course, nothing was rarely as it seemed in this town. Eden placed an absent hand on her stomach over her pentagram. It was almost time.

"Aniera!" Eden called again. "Seriously..."

"...I NEED YOUR HELP."

cαѕραя נαу αℓєχαη∂єя

-------------//Take the fall and run for heaven. All is lost again, but I'm not giving in.
--------//I will not bow. I will not break.

тσωηѕмαη||мαℓє||2θ||ѕιηgℓє, ησ cяυѕн
ℓσcαтιση: Church||ωιтн:no one||∂σιηg: training||ƒєєℓιηg: driven

THE STATUE OF JESUS...

...seemed to smile down upon Caspar's head as he looked up from his prayer from one of the benches. He had just finished his daily confessional, and Caspar was ready to face the rest of the day. The town had been ravaged by rumors of witches and reports of Black Magic. Caspar and the other townsmen had gathered to protect the innocent from these crimes. To think that such devil-worshipers walked the earth...! Well, Caspar only knew that too well. What hurt him most, however, was that he would never fully remember his family.

And who's fault was that?

Encouraging the fire that was gathering in his belly, Caspar burst from the doors of the church. While they were in a smaller town and the House of God was modest and small, Caspar appreciated it simplicity. He felt that sometimes the ornate decorum of the grander churches distracted those who came to pray within it. Dismissing these thoughts, Caspar retreated to the back of the church where his regular fighting gear was. The men of the church had taught him the basics simply for self defense, but Caspar had successfully transferred those skills in such a way that he could fight a regular townsman but not a professionally trained man. It was disappointing, but everyone had their limitations.

Setting the wooden blade on the ground for a moment, Caspar sat himself down on the ground and breathed in, out, in, out. He considered his calloused hands and glanced towards the town some ways off before glancing up at the manor overlooking the town. He could see the serfs and workers toiling at the fields even from here, although the town was more or less quiet. Caspar knew that it would start up soon, however. Markets were about to open. Caspar snorted a little. Even with the threat of witches and death...

...IT SEEMED SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGED.