Forest for Creeps. [Horror/Fiction RP]

[Scar.]

((Personally, I see no problem with it, although my opinion may be a little bias, s'long as we all comply with CS rules, then, yeah, I think we're okay.))
Taka Ryland
'All the world's a stage. And all the men and woman merely players; they have their exits and their entrances..'
The young man shielded his eyes from a non-existent sun and looked up to the sky, a slight frown passing over his features. The stars, they reminded him of eyes that gathered to watch some ensuing chaos, and he assumed that somewhere, that statement would be true. And so he pulled the jumper he wore tighter around himself, willing the cold of the night to leave his body as he made his way through the forest, having no particular destination in mind. Just the thought that the further he found himself from humanity, the less chance he would have of being plagued with the dead.

[StevoMagnus]

((Please edit the name of all posts to the one as shown:
Re: Forest for Creeps. [Horror/Fiction RP]
This will fix up my mistake for breaking the rule (one of which I have not even seen because it has been posted on a RP advertising thread) and I have also removed the logo from the original post, so it only looks like a fictional horror RP rather than what it was to begin with.))

((EDIT: I'm still a bit sceptical, mainly because it hasn't been approved by a lead admin (I think) and it was posted in a thread that is for advertising RPs in general. So if it was listed as an official rule for all to see (and not to find) then I would have known clearly and not have named the RP as it was before.))

[Scar.]

((Not a bad idea. And I'll have to keep that rule in mind in the future.))

[StevoMagnus]

~Xelar Reon~
Location: The cliffside, beginning to head to the dark forest.
Feeling: Bored and slightly lonely.

~Xelar Reon~
Xelar stood up from the cliff side and turned around, his bandage dangling from his hand. He began to walk towards the dark forest, thoughts rushing through his head as though they were bees buzzing around their hive. He kept thinking of the same few questions such as, "Who am I?" and "What am I?"
He sighed as he reached a fallen tree that had a sign reading "danger" hammered onto it. He ignored the sign, since his home was within the forest itself. He still had no clue about the dangers that still lurk around in the forest, but neither did he care. He was still alive, and that's all he wished to be.

[Scar.]

Taka Ryland
'All the world's a stage. And all the men and woman merely players; they have their exits and their entrances..'
For some reason the city always seemed to pull him back, which was why he so often found himself wandering the same path back into the forest. Hands shoved in his pockets, a cold, indifferent expression on his face. He had long thought that houses reflected the emotional state of its occupants, and the house he found himself heading away from was a prime example of that: sagging gutters choked with leaves from another season, missing shingles, scabrous paint, peeling wood and an untended yard. How he hated that house. It seemed to slump toward him, eager for a shoulder to lean on. People always offered him money. Food. A warm drink. Or physical harm if he didn't give them the peace they so desperately sought. Others viewed him as a freak. Which was fine with him. It meant that they kept their distance, only ever daring to look for him if a question plagued their mind. Or a loved one had passed on, and they had shed their skepticism in hope that he could help.

[StevoMagnus]

~Xelar Reon~
Location: Dark Forest, heading towards the run down mansion (within the dark forest).
Feeling: Cautious, bored and slightly lonely.

~Xelar Reon~
What creeped Xelar out the most about the forest was the eerie silence that loomed over it, along with the dense mist. He yawned as he retraced his steps back to the centre clearing of the dark forest, where an old run-down mansion still remained. He liked the place. It was isolated from the mass of society, it was quiet and it was relatively safe.
Xelar wrapped the bandage around his head again to cover his right eye, and lifted his hood over his head so that he couldn't be seen instantly from a distance. He kept going forward, trying to get to the mansion before anything could find him. Rushing through the dense trees, he picked up a feeling that something was following him and turned around. Blinking, he was face-to-face with something that he couldn't recognise, bit in scared him. "Oh dear god!" he blurted out as he turned back around and doubled over. I need to remember to take that thing down, he thought as he continued to head to the mansion.

[Scar.]

Taka Ryland
'All the world's a stage. And all the men and woman merely players; they have their exits and their entrances..'
The world around him seemed hushed and quiet, not even the stray sound of an animals cry broke through the silence. It was dark. The light of the moon offered little guidance as he walked. There were very few things he liked about the forest, the silence being one of them. Even the sound of traffic was muted, no interruptions of trucks as they passed by. But he never knew the time. He never knew when a good time to fall asleep would be, and when a good time to sneak back to the city to get something to eat. Or to see the kindly owner of the local sports shop once the trainers he wore had been worn down to tatters on his feet.

[StevoMagnus]

~Xelar Reon~
Location: Centre of the Dark Forest, in front of the run down mansion.
Feeling: Calm, safe and slightly lonely.

~Xelar Reon~
As he arrived at the clearing which contained the run down mansion that he called 'home', Xelar felt a sense of safety and calmness. He looked up at the sky, the moon right overhead which means it was midnight. He knocked on the front door of the mansion, the sound echoing throughout the clearing as a slight breeze rushed through. The door opened with a loud creak as a person in a yellow hoodie and black mask opened the door. The person said something that sounded extremely muddled and inhuman, but Xelar managed to understand what he was saying. "Hoodie... I have told you so many times that I am not going back to the city," he muttered, his tone sounding as though he's getting agitated, though he is only annoyed.

[Scar.]

Taka Ryland
'All the world's a stage. And all the men and woman merely players; they have their exits and their entrances..'
The silence the enveloped him was as unsettling as a scream. That was the second time a noise had ever evoked fear into his being, but the first time he had been right to be afraid. So he ran, years of doing so meant his footsteps were almost silent against the forest floor, making only a muffled sound beneath him. He needed to find something, anything that would mean he wasn't alone in the forest. His eyes searched the darkness ahead of him, his ears sharpened, listening for any sound that may break the silence that had suddenly enveloped him. He took a sharp turn to the right, now starting to breathe hard. And then, for the first time, he heard voices. Muffled, barely breaking through the silence. But still there. So he slowed his pace, still moving quickly, and headed in the direction he was sure he could sense something, although every fibre of his being told him just to turn around and go back.

[Cloudsong]

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