[sashiyaki]

-windy forest
-hangs up wind chimes with different sounds to tell where he is going
-relies on hearing the most as well as touch
-bumps into alot of trees with his nose so often wears a bandage on his nose, can't smell very well because of it

[Northstar.]

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username;; Northstar.

name;; Vail Vaheer

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I am fearless.

At least, I tell myself this.

I am lost in hate, vengeance, heartbreak.

I don't want to be.

But it hurts to look back and see those I've lost.

Now I can't see at all.

This is my penance.

I could have fought harder.

I didn't.

I am bitter.

I am lost.
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Vail is stone. Her expressions and mannerisms are flat and smooth. Emotion doesn't cloud her vision, petty feelings don't upend her actions. She pretends to be unfeeling, uncaring - it's easier this way. As stone, she is strong, impenetrable and virtually invincible.

Under this cold facade is a rolling tide of emotion that she keeps carefully bottled and stored away. Because underneath the ice--behind the mask and just under her skin-- she is weak.

Vail is in a constant state of distress and hyper awareness. Is it day? Is it night? Where are my shoes? Do they match? Did I misplace them? Are the dogs okay? What time is it? are her morning worries. She's constantly worried that she's misplaced something important and if she can't find something she knows she put in a specific place then she falls off the deep end, either in tears or an angry fit at herself. It's hard and frustrating to find something lost when you can't see.

Is this the right way? Count the steps. It should be here? Am I lost? are the day to day thoughts that plague her when she actually leaves her home. Getting lost in the city is one of her greater fears, but being lost in the wood is far worse. She still has nightmares of the price she paid- to be blind and bitter- for revenge that never filled the empty space in her chest. So she stays deep in the cities, never venturing out into nature for the fear that clouds her mind.

There are only two things that keep Vail's head above water, keep her from drowning in a loathsome swirl of
what-if's and grey emotion. Her dogs- Argos and Pan. They are her constant companions and keep her on her toes. They are a comfort, a joy.

And thunderstorms. Because sometimes, when the lightning strikes, for just a single moment when the light is bright and blinding --- she can see. It's only for a hundredth of a second, less than a single heartbeat, but in that moment she can see. Color and shape and light, piercing that constant, heavy darkness. And her breath catches and her heart pounds and in that moment she's so happy-- that all her day to day struggles don't matter. And yes, she may laugh like a crazy fool in those moments. But she has hope.

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The forest is dead. Nothing lives here. No greenery, no life. The wind only whispers through empty branches, a promise or perhaps a curse.

There she sits, on an old rotten stump, as the sun sinks low in the sky. This is right. This is the way. She tries to reassure herself of her choices as she lights a match and starts a fire. What's left of her heart is like an open wound. It stings and aches with loss and defeat.

A beast of a dog lingers near, fawn with black points, drooling and fat. He watches his master, dark eyes bright with play, but she only tells him to sit. And who is he to disobey? Another dog lounges near her feet, short and stubby, the color of snow with a few patches of soot over his coat. Gathered on the stump is an array of useless items: lavender, nightshade, a handful of petrified bumblebees, a mysterious bone, a red ribbon, and a tooth.

The fire is warm but her soul is cold. From the woods emerge a figure, an old woman. A hag.

"Why are you here?" the hag questions, bundled in furs and mismatched cloth.

"It's none of your business, lady," Vail's tone is biting and sharp, bristling like the fur along her dogs' back. The big fawn brute stands before his master, a bull of a dog, slobbering snarls into the air. A gentle word, only for her dogs, echoes and they quiet.

"...May I sit by your fire?" the hag asks. Vail scoffs, eyes hard and slanted with disgust.

"Find your own, fool."

"But I am cold... I will repay you."

"You have nothing I want." Nothing will bring them back to me. Nothing.

It is quiet and time slips away. The hag stands, shivering, a fair distance from the flames but ultimately does not leave. Vail's blood boils.

"You came seeking vengeance." The hag's tone is flat and knowing. And when Vail's eyes meet her gaze, there is no surprise in them.

"Yes."

"I know why... Is this the path you choose?"

"Yes."

"Be careful what you wish for," the hags warns as she leaves, ominous and lingering in the dead forest. Vail does not care. She does not fear. Not anymore. Not since... Not since then.

She cannot linger in the past, with ghosts haunting her every breath. She cannot.

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When night falls in the dead forest, it is all at once. No gradually fading pinks of sunset, no birds flying back to nest, no crickets to welcome the night.... And strangely, no stars to light the way. Only a blood moon lingers as the wind whispers and howls. The shadows are like claws reaching out. But Vail does not care. She is not afraid.

On the stump is a burning bowl, wafting a charred, bitter smoke into the night. The dried lavender caught the quickest, the red ribbon following, and only charred teeth and bone remain. The dogs sneeze and whine. She shushes them, but does not comfort.

The wind stops.

All at once.

Silence.

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The dogs whine and cower and hide behind her. She does not care. She does not fear.

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Then, it comes.


Like the creaking of a door.

Like nails on bark.

Screaming.

Singing.

Chanting.

"HERE PUPPY, PUPPY, PUPPY..."

Taunting.

"Does she want... does she want... does she wish? What does she WANT?"

She does not fear.

At least, that's what she tells herself.

The very shadows quake and quiver as the noise grows to a cacophony, a terrible orchestra of grating sound.

It emerges. Cloaked in shadow, dripping in muck. Hair falls in its face, like briny netting, tangled webs, dead reeds. It's eyes... are the only thing truly seen. Bright eyes. The color of the blood moon, but cold and dead. It breathes a hisssssssing breath between pinprick teeth. Rotten teeth.

The dogs run.

Vail cannot find it in herself to blame them. But she does not fear.

"What does she wissssshhhh? Does she wiisssshhh?" It's voice comes from everywhere, echoing echoing. Vail does not move. She barely breathes.

"I AM HERE.................................

...........HERE..........

.........HERE.

WHAT DOES SHE WISH..........................

............WISH..............

..........WISSSSSHHH?"

I want them... to hurt. To feel what I FEEL. To see what I SEE. I want to FORGET. PLEASE.

"I want revenge." Her voice shakes. She does not fear.

It smiles.

It is not comforting. It is the smile of a predator when prey falls into a trap. Vail does not fear. SHE DOES NOT FEAR.

"The price... the price... the price..." It asks over and over and over, a thousand voices projected in the silent forest.

"What of the PRICE?" Vail screams.

"The price is sssssteeeep."

"I'll pay it."

"Swear...............................

..............SWEAR..............

...............SWWWWEEEEAAAARRRRR."

"I swear."

She does not fear.

She does not fear.

She does not fear.

It looks at her, disappearing in shadow.

Vail sighs, her pulse slowing as she wonders where her dogs went.

Then it's there- in her face. It smells like rot and death and decay.

"SEE WHAT YOU SEE? DOES SHE SEE? DOES SHE SEEEEEE?"

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The dogs are far away, cowering in the hollow of a tree, when they hear the scream.

It echoes in the dead forest.

But the dogs don't move.

No matter their loyalty, their training.

They cower.

For they know their master's voice anywhere.

And they do know fear.

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[néktar]

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[ separate thread ]
res w/ damien aka snow raven
eyes — stolen by a raven [blind]
forest — trapped inside/calls to him [dies w/o him]
hide away — the forest, large abandoned castle in the center of it

personality,
— quiet
— cautious/skeptical/inquisitive
— gentle minded
— fearful of the unknown
— neat/organized
— clumsy
— dull
— reclusive
— monotoned

story,
— old time era [medieval 8th century]
— classified as “demon” by hunters/villagers
— often hunted for fun during the winter season by outsiders
— protects the forest that traps him [tries to leave but thorn bushes block his way]
— old folk tales about him from children [sing songs]
— tormented by loneliness
— often sings with ravens

[mango marmalade,,]

username: manymangoes
kalon name: lemme think
personality: female
short story: res w/ is a literal demon

[ibolya]

username: cicamicu
kalon name:
personality:
short story:

reserve what a beautyyyyyy

[what the hecky]

dream kal omf

username: what the hecky
kalon name:
personality:
short story:

[Unleashed Squiid]

username:
kalon name:
personality:
short story:

[mongrel]

Oh my goodness res
looked at a solar eclipse and blinded them, live in a forest with trees with real dense canopies that almost block out the sun bc eyes are v sensitive, hiding spot is an underground cave thing with a big nearly clear lake and a bunch of fireflies which they really like because the fireflies don't hurt their eyes.
username:
Imaginary
kalon name:
Zezili Kerrin
("blind beauty" - Zezili meaning "blind" and Kerrin meaning "beauty")
personality:
short story:

[rustyroxy]

username; rustyroxy
name; salem
meaning/origin;
gender; her/them
relationship; no
main era; 1690’s salem witch trials
secondary era/AU; modern 2017








personality;

//calm
they are very intelligent and don’t get upset unless they are in some sort of peril or danger. salem is very aware and cautious of her surroundings so she doesn’t fret about it.

//reserved
while they like talking to others they don’t talk about personal issues/concerns unless they really really trust them. salem will ignore others if they get bored of them.

//cautious
they have abnormally excellent hearing, their blindness is made up by the heightened hearing ability. they can hear almost everything in the forest. their friends also help notify them.

the townsfolk;

“a devil worshipping witch lives in those very woods,” the elderly kalon murmured to the other, “it is said that if you step foot into their territory, they will curse you and steal your eyes.” a middle aged kalon shook his head in agreement,”a priest from another town not too far from yonder said that they will curse and spoil all of your crops!” more heads perked up from shabbily made huts,”it’s true! it’s true!” another kalon announced,” my uncle said that the witch cursed his wife and now she can’t read her commandments or focus when religion is mentioned!” many gasped in aw, heads snapped back and forth, confusion and rage swept among the gullible crowd.

they all had been riled up by their idiotic assumptions and rumors, tears built in some of their eyes while others were consumed by a contagious madness. “i say we capture and burn the witch!” one cheered, others glared at them. they agreed but they knew not to step into the forest. the ‘witch’ was not the only thing to be feared.

in the damp forest, pine trees weren’t spread too far from one and other, the floor was littered in decomposing leaves and dead twigs. you couldn’t get very deep into the forest without crushing something vile smelling, multiple spiky bramble bushes were laid out across the bottom of the trees, their brambles tore out chunks of fur from passerbyers. poison ivy was generously sprinkled along paths. mysterious creatures lurked in the shadows and waited for groups to spilt up, they would wait until they were completely alone and then strike. many people who went into the forest went missing while others would come out as giant messes.

the towns folk shook and lowered their heads, they all resumed their previous businesses. the idea of the witch hunt slipped their mind, as for the fear of the forest consumed them next.

the forest;

many dangerous creatures lurked in the forest outside the town, they were responsible for most of the disappearances. some liked to socialize with the other outcasts while others reacted violently to social contact. all that lived in the forest were cast out by the ignorant people of the town, their anger eventually consumed them and turned them into the beasts they are now.

salem loved talking to the others, she could relate to them and they were the only people who would understand her. she was very soft spoken to them and always helped them. she’d let them sleep in her cave if she trusted them and considered most friends.

her cave was very big and located on the end of the forest opposite to the town. multiple pieces of cloth, fabric and blankets littered the ragged floor. her floor was generally flat with a couple patches of rough rock, her paws were always covered in little cuts and scrapes. a couple of lanterns were hung up on the walls, every two weeks she would sneak down to the town in the dead of night and steal candles, goods and food. she had never been caught before. her stolen goods had been neatly stacked in the very back of the cave.

salem felt safe in her cave surrounded by her friends away from the villagers, the thick trees covered the view of her cave. nobody else would dare lurk in the forest.

witch impression;

“i bet you can’t do a convincing witch impression.” ringo said jokingly as he lightly nudged Salem. she shrugged, “i could too. after all, i am a ‘witch’” ringo shrugged and shook his head,”you obviously can’t” A look of disgust formed on Salem’s face, “are you discrediting my acting skills?” she said angrily. she trampled away and then sharply turned 180'. in an old lady like voice Salem spoke, “foul beast! you have come to my forest one last time!” she began to feel around for a stick and found a long one,”i shall curse you for not heeding my warning!” ringo sat down and laughed. salem picked up her stick and did her best to point it in his direction, “i curse thee to become a swine!” ringo flopped onto his side and mimicked a pigs squeal, they both began to laugh until their stomachs hurt.

her eyes;

salem was born blind. her past is unknown and when it is mentioned she grows very uncomfortable and agitated. it is if she had caused a commotion in her younger years and ruined another’s life along with her own.

she has a very good sense of hearing, her ears are very sensitive and powerful. if she doesn’t use her ears to guide herself she uses her paws. she has memorized the textures of everything in her forest, she marks everything with specific scratch marks similar to a braille.

she usually is accompanied by one of her best friends ringo, he helps guide her and watch her back.he constantly follows her like a puppy, to all but her, he is cruel. he trusts her with his life as she does him.





map of town/forest;



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modern AU;

quick summary of Salem;
-still single
-lives with ringo
-very few friends
-owns a book shop with ringo
-ringo is the owner and runs shop
-ringo does most of the work while Salem tries to help him
-lots of braille books for Salem
-barcodes written in braille
-obsessed with witch/wilderness aesthetic
-lots of mystical painting are hung in their shop/house
-still blind but friends guide them
-went to college for further education
-special college for the blind

dating anyone?;
nope! they’re content with living with ringo as friends.

favorite foods;
-ramen
-fish
-fudge
-hashbrowns

their outfits;
a silky dress (just a sketch)
-the dress feels very soft and silky. they constantly stroke the fabric and it relaxes them. ringo picked it out because he thought she looked beautiful in it.



ringo’s hoodie
-it smells like cinnamon, ringo always has some sort of cinnamon spray or mints on him, it’s a very strong smell but it’s not overpowering. salem loves the smell of it. its several sizes too big for her and runs down to her knees.



their hair/hair styles;
ringo styles her hair for her, she likes when he brushes her hair because it feels good on her scalp and because it makes her hair feel soft. every now and then you’ll find her sliding her tiny paws through her hair.

-her hair is tied up in a bun so she doesn’t trip over it. she doesn’t really like this hair style because she can’t touch her hair
-half tied up and half down is one of her favorites because most of the hair is tied up but there’s a couple of of short strands to play with
-it’s cut constantly because it grows too fast
-hates tangled hair!!! washes hair at least 1 (usually 2) time a day



random sketches;




edit; [11/18] i don’t think I’ll be able to finish the below things bc i won’t have WiFi next week ;-((
!!!; working on- writing/drawing looting gear

-drawing/writing their favorite modern food/activities