The Darkness (New And Accepting)

[fawnisnotok]

William nodded, offering her his hand.

[☽✩ Moonstar ✩☾]

She took and it helped him up to his feet. "Well, what's our next move then? I say Will's in charge, if he can handle it."

[prettywhenucry]

(No one's roleplaying anymore, DX.. I'll just carry it on.)

::About three years later::

:: Macgyver jolted awake from the coma he had been in for as it seemed, not so long. No one was surrounding him, so he was as petrified as a squirrel being chased by a dog. Speaking of dogs, he hadn't seen his dog in ages. The only thing he really hoped was for his dog and best friend to be alive. ::

[prettywhenucry]

:: Remembering he was injured, and probably still recovering from a few broken bones, he fell back down to the ground and closed his eyes. He had vivid memories of who had attacked him, but still couldn't remember how he had fallen off the cliff. He tried his hardest to get up, and did so. He hobbled onwards for about five minutes, before he tumbled down to the sandy ground. He was in pain... a lot.
Remembering his teleportation power, he clenched his fists and teleported to his cabin. ::

[prettywhenucry]

(New roleplay style, yay :3)

♥ | : Serena | Burial Ground | Tags: Mac | ♥

♥ Serena felt queasy. She looked around her. She was lead down, with a coffin surrounding her. She was buried alive? She couldn't have. Breaking into a coughing spasm, she began to shout for help. "Mac! Macgyver! Ellie? Will?" ♥


⊗ | Macgyver | Burial Ground | Tags: Serena, Beowulf | ⊗

⊗ Hearing a voice from below him, Macgyver pulled tight on Beowulf's leash. He thought it sounded like his mother, but tried to decline the thought. Then he heard another vile scream from below. He rushed over to a tree and tied his small, fierce Silky Terrier up there. "Now you wait here, buddy, and I'll be right back." He rushed over back to the grave and read the stone. 'Serena Bradley' it read. Surely his mother couldn't be alive, or someone could be trying to dig her body up down there. Confused, he used his fix instincts to dig. A few metres down was a coffin, shaking as if a zombie was trying to open it from the inside. Wincing, he opened the coffin. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes to see a his mother hugging him. "M-Mother?" He stammered. ⊗

▩ | Beowulf | Silky Terrier | The Outskirts | Tags: Stick | ▩

▩ Beowulf padded forwards, being pulled back by his leash. He was waiting for his owner, Macgyver. He picked up a stick and began to play with it, before it fell into a pond. A duck squawked at him to go away, so he growled as if he were about to attack. ▩

[fawnisnotok]

((Bump.. we haven’t done this in ages! Thought I’d open up this roleplay again. I’ll start from a normal day, a new day— I’ll write what’s happened.))

The Darkness has consumed half of the territory already. William is trying his best to stop it, but his powers are becoming weaker. Charlie has given into the Darkness. It’s corrupted him, taken over his mind. He needs help to recollect himself, Rid himself of his parasite.
Meanwhile, William works on securing the sanctuary. He’s morealess waiting around for the Darkness to consume the rest of the land.