is this the end? literate; full

[reasonable.]

PHYLLIS
Phyllis May Monroe
female | twenty-three | general
tagged: jared
outfit
the fields
feeling anxious and sick
no crush & single
❝ hold it... i think someone's watching us. ❞
— reasonable.

Phyllis had been walking for quite a while now, her legs slowly starting to get numb, the vibrations sending shivers up her body as she walked silently, forcing herself to stay on her feet as she walked. She was far from the others attention now, and each breath rattled in her lungs as she stepped forward gingerly, finally deciding to fall to her knees and take sharp breaths in. Her eyes glazed over, all she wanted to do know was lay down and take a nice and relaxing nap. Breathing out gently, her eyes immediately widened when she heard an earsplitting scream coming from somewhere Hayley and Tobias had been sent. Where they okay? Should she go an help. Biting her lip, she shook her head and placed her head in her palms, trying to focus. Stick to the plan. Getting to her feet, her boots scuffed with dirt as she walked, she drew in the breaths again before her heartbeat ran in her ears. She could feel their presence like an itchy rash in her skin.

Her breath caught in her throat when she heard something shift behind her. Immediately she whipped the large knife out, the blade glinting silently as the blood drained from her face. She was completely silent- not even daring to move. Rustling. Phil wanted to scream, but the noise was trapped with a large sensation of hate and anger that she wanted to kill a vampire that was behind the large bush. When something jumped out, she immediately swung, the sound of splintering bones and blood splattering causing her to look away, just as soon as she turned around to see what it was. A rabbit. She had killed a large hare, probably one that didn't even deserve to be hurt, let alone killed. Cursing under her breath, she watched as the thin line of red, velvety liquid travelled down it's body. How could those creatures eat that for a living? Shivering, she turned her head silently before continuing until she reached the top of the plains.

The vampires had chosen a beautiful place to settle. The orange/ dark red sky was shimmered with grey on top, making it all look like a layered cake. The sun was large, and she almost wanted to run after it, beg it to take her away from all the pain, all the headaches of planning and protecting. Breathing out heavily, she turned on her heel before stomping forwards and making her way to the center now. The shelter of the tall grass and surrounding trees wasn't enough to hide herself from creatures that lurked, along with the darkness that could swallow her up and drive her insane. Not that she wasn't already insane. Hearing the sound of moaning and groaning, she whipped her head around to see what was in front of her. A male, a vampire most likely, had blood stained all over his shirt, making it look almost red. He had been pulling them out, each one containing as much of the red liquid that you could fill into a cup. She narrowed her eyes at the creature. This was the reason she had to come into their filthy place, the reason she had to leave everyone she loved. She tried to hate him- she really did. But the pain on his face, the blood pooling out of him- it made her sick. And it made her sorry.

[coriander.]

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ˢᵒ ʳᵃᶤˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵍˡᵃˢˢ ʰᶤᵍʰ˒
ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵒᵐᵒʳʳᵒʷ ʷᵉ ᵈᶤᵉ

jared ryker

tagged: phyllis
location: the plains
mood: "i hate my life omg."

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After attacking what he'd quickly recognized to be Lachlan, Jared had been left with his fair share of injuries--injuries he wouldn't have sustained if Lachlan had been the human he was actually pretending to be. But for the sake of not blowing his cover, Jared had allowed Lachlan--or Tobias as he was to the humans--to attack him and "weaken him". Now that Jared was alone on the other side of the field he stopped pretending to be slow and hurt and stood up straight to examine his injuries. The throwing knives that Tobias had always been incredibly talented with had landed one in his stomach and one near his heart. Blood stains soaked his pale grey shirt and if he'd been human, he surely would have been laying, half-conscious, on the ground right then. But, alas, they were nothing more than wood splinters to him and he set to work at pulling them from his body. His long brown hair flapped into his face as he worked, his body healing rapidly the moment the pieces of metal left him.

It wasn't until his body was mostly repaired and his focus returned to his senses that he could feel someone standing nearby. Spinning on his heels, his hazel eyes fell on that of an extremely tall, dark-haired... human. His eyebrows immediately dropped and he scowled at her, spitting "Enjoying the show, princess?" He quickly dropped into a crouch, fetching the bloodied daggers from the ground and leaping forward so he was a few feet closer to her. "How about..." he held up one of the knives and rubbed a finger down the sharp edge "I feed you some of this blood..." He blurred closer to the girl, grabbing her wrists so she couldn't lunge for any weapons. Of course, that left him vulnerable to any leg attacks. "And then snap your neck?" he grinned savagely, blood still on his teeth from his attack on Tobias. He released one of her hands, tightening his grip on her other wrist as if to say "move and I'll break it", and used his now-free hand to run the blunt end of the blade down her face. "How about it, princess? Care to join the pack?" He ruthlessly cackled under his breath, his eyes sparkling with the promise of violence. It was very obvious that he enjoyed being a monster.

[reasonable.]

PHYLLIS
Phyllis May Monroe
female | twenty-three | general
tagged: jared
outfit
the fields
feeling anxious and sick
no crush & single
❝ hold it... i think someone's watching us. ❞
— reasonable.

Phyllis almost made a run as soon as she saw him stand up to walk towards her. She willed her legs, her instincts to push her forward, to do something smart and just run for her life. But instead, she was trapped in his strong, firm grip. She almost tried to pull away, but instead, she breathed out slowly and almost wanted to crumple to the floor and completely give up. But her legs locked, the skinny pieces of flesh almost quivering, but she stiffened them to hide any sense of fear from herself. For she was not afraid, she was telling herself she wouldn't be afraid as the blade slowly trailed down her cheek. Her heartbeat slowly quickened, and she tried to make it calm down so that he wouldn't hear it. She listened to each word he spoke, the words ringing from his ears and echoing in her own mind. Would she want to become one of them? Just looking at the blood on the floor made her want to hurl. But she kept silent, raising her chin so that the blade wouldn't cut too deep if he actually tried to hurt her. But she doubted it almost immediately. Then it hit her.

They wanted her. As a part of their own pack. She bit her lip, chewing on it for a moment before she glared over at his greedy eyes. No. She wasn't going to even think about joining the worthless vampire party, they didn't even have a single trace of dignity in their skinny little bodies. All they used was their teeth, all they wanted was human blood. It was stupid, she had to admit, that none of the vampires had even thought about sharing the land, or just going off and finding a new territory that might as well be even better than theres. But they just wanted to start wars, didn't they. She couldn't stop thinking about sour things about the vampires until her ears burned, the tips turning a pale pink color before she didn't realize she had snapped her head down a bit, her skin peeling a bit as a thin line of blood trailed down her cheek and dripped onto the floor. Wincing at her own stupid little mistake, she paused for a moment. This was her chance.

"Maybe you'd want to think twice before calling me princess again." She murmured through gritted teeth before swiping her leg backwards, pushing it forward as it caught a hold of his foot as well. Pulling her leg back and kicking his back with her knee now, she wrenched her hand out of his grip before turning, holding the blade in her hand and sprinting as fast as she could through the fields. Her breath was caught in her throat every now and then, and she had almost forgotten how to breath every few moments. She didn't even dare to look back if he had caught up, she just kept running as if her life depended on it- which kind of, it did. The blood was now dripping into her mouth, but she spit it out almost immediately, her foot tangling on a tree stump as she flew, hidding the ground in a hard thump. The world had spun out of balance, the breath knocked out of her for a moment, but she pushed on, not even caring if her ankle had broken. She could see the camp now, feel the comfort of steel walls and doors protecting her from the beasts that called themselves vampires. She just had to.. keep... going.. Breathing out heavily, she almost wanted to lie down and rest, but knew she didn't have a choice. She had to run.

[kona.]

( I really need a reply from strawberry and coriander. )

[kona.]

[i know this thread is still relatively new and such, but was wondering if i should remake it since there is so much extra posting that's not role playing or forms? I'm not blaming you it's mostly mine haha.]

[reasonable.]

[[sure, as long as I can keep Phyllis as the General (I've grown quite attached) c:

[coriander.]

[[ sorry about my absence, i have medical problems and school struggles.
i'd gladly rejoin the remake. ]]

[kona.]

[that's okay, next time, if possible, i'd like you to pm me and let me know.
and if you rejoin you have to be active. c: i don't want to be pushy but i really want this to be active.
also this is now CLOSED. no more posting until i remake it. it will be remade sometime this week. i am busy as well.]