
cяєѕтƒαllєη.νιтαlιтy wrote:Trepidation… Consternation… Anguish… Malady…
Within the once magnanimous, bounteous valley of Urgaraz, an abhorrent cryptic conflict is rising. In this valley, thrive powerful wolven, which rule the provinces of the valley within their dominicle amplitude. All was harmonious, until a group of five wolven have grown bored of this serenity. There have been apologues of the gates of Hell, where if it is opened the ones who opened it shall be turned into wretched, horrendous demons. Snickering at the foolishness of the legend, they set off into the highest peak of the mountain, where there are two vast slabs of rock, and a massive outline of a immense gate. Around this area, are skeletal forms of deceased organisms, but yet the group of wolven merely chuckled at this scene. So then, they approached the two slabs, and immediately, the outlines lit up in a bright crimson luminosity, and a gate formed. Frightened, four of the wolven stepped back, but the most ruthless and reckless of them goes forward, and stands before the gate. “Ho! Open thy gate of thy Satan’s servants!” He cried, and for a few moments, it was silent. Then, ghostly clawed hands shot out of the gate, and grabbed the group of wolven. Shrieking with mass pain and terror, the wolven tried to wretch free of the grips of the phantom hands, but without succession. Their bones shifted inside them, their innards shifting along with the bones. Massive spike-like bones sprouted from the necks and upper-backs of the mutants, while long talons extend from their paws. They stood back on their hind legs, their once golden eyes blaring a deep red. The wolven they once were, are no more. They have been transformed into Demons with corrupted minds. Without the slightest hesitation, the demons flooded down into the valley of the wolven, and mutated a few more wolven to become like them. Some of the wolven fought back, and managed to chase off the Demons they came to call the Corrupted Ones. Their appearance was so horrid, that even the bravest of wolven even cannot stand to not become undaunted. So a war broke out, the pack against the Corrupted Ones. The wolven in the pack have a few powers, and might defeat the Corrupted Ones… Will the wolven win? Or will the demons flood the valley of Urgaraz?
“Be not afraid child.. For your death shall come quickly, and you’ll be comforted within the horrendous pits of Hell.”
cяєѕтƒαllєη.νιтαlιтy wrote:The General waited patiently aboard the rock, letting her black claws sink into its rough surface. Yes, the wolven needed to learn the Deadly Arts.. In battle, these Arts will be risky, and a lot of wolven will be lost sadly.. But they will be able to take down a few demons and weaken some before -- if -- their demise reaches them. As she heard the howls of Hera and Noko, Kukaku lifted her muzzle into the air, growling. The sound of the Guardians and Warriors running with unision, like the ferocity of thunder itself, filled her ears, and her eyes gleamed with pride. These were the wolves that she trained, the wolven that have earned sheer respect in the pack for their services.
"We're all here and accounted for Kukaku." Her ears swiveled as she heard Noko's voice, and she nodded down at him. Then, her gaze swept over all the wolven before her vocie boomed out into the air at a extreamily loud volume. "Warrios and Guardians of the Wolven Pack! A Hex had come from the realm of Hell, and had spoken to our Alphess, Marwolaeth. The Hex, Damon, had warned us of an upcoming attack from the Devil himself!" Her voice was keeping its loud volume and sheer strength. "The Devil wants our illusionist and nightwalker, Nightmare, as well as our fastest member, Noko! If he shan't get these two, a even greater war shall erupt. All of his forces will come down on us, with more power than ever before! That is why we must prepare! My Warriors and Guardians, of which I haved trained for many moons, I shall now teach you, the Deadly Arts! The Arts shall increase your power against the Demons, and Devil himself if you encounter him. The Arts are forbidden, yes," Cries of unsettlement were heard, but Kukaku continued. "but they can be used if the need is great! And the need is great now! If we don't increase our strength, the Demons shall vanquish us, and we all shall reach our demise!" She snarled into the air, her muscular torso rippling along with her movements.
"Starting tomorrow, you shall wake up each day, and take a morning run, ten miles all in unision! Then you will report to me, for steps on learning the Deadly Arts! Fail to learn them, and you shall be held back in the battle. Fail to be on time, and you shall be faced with a grim punishment. Am I understood?" She cried out, hearing the united cry of all the Warriors and Guardians. "Very well! The War is near, my fellow wolven! So we must learn fast! Before you run, though, make sure all of you take some chamomile to power your strength every morning from Fell!" She boomed finally, swinging her massive tail around.
Kukaku's gaze continues to sweep over her Warriors and Guardians, and a grin forms on her jaws. To heighten their spirits, Kukaku inhales deeply, and lets out a massive blast of flames to signal them to continue. Tomorrow they would start training. Kukaku was only more energized at the thought.
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Marwolaeth peers around the vast trunk of the ripened willow, her crystalline, azure gaze locked immediatly on the rather plump roe buck. Almost at once, her maw began to water at the thought of her jaws tearing into the juicy, warm meat that would slide down into her famished stomache.. Marwolaeth swung her head from side to side, ridding herself of the thought to focus in on the hunt. The young buck stoops down, its narrow muzzle parting to munch on some foliose lichen that grew on the bark of a nearby lime tree, giving Marwolaeth a good amount of time to react.
"Quietly now, Marwolaeth.. Slowly.." Marwolaeth softly whispered to herself, while craning her neck down to the ground as she began to prowl forward. The roe buck had not yet detected her presence, so she crawled in a little closer, her lips pulling back over her ivory-tinged jaws, preparing to bite down on the creature. Snap! Marwolaeth froze, seeing that she had stepped onto a twig. The buck immediatly whips around, the whites of its eyes wide with fear. It bolts the other direction, full speed. "Damn it all!" Marwolaeth growled, and shot forward after it, using every muscle fiber within her limbs to propell her forward.
No! No! No! The thoughts screamed inside her thoughts as the roe buck continued to sprint farther and farther out of her grasp. Marwolaeth then snarled to herself, her determination not defueling that easily. She digs her black claws into the ground, continueing to push herself forward after the buck, not wanting to return to Xelthious empty-handed like she did the previous week. Thankfully, luck was on Marwolaeth's side. The roe buck had recently ran, before Marwolaeth began chasing it, and its stamina was quickly decreasing.
A wide grin appears on Marwolaeth's jaws, and the alabaster hellion throws herself forward, her hunter instincts fueling her limbs to carry her swiftly over the overgrowth. When at close range, Marwolaeth lunges, clamping her jaws down onto the buck's neck. They both tumble to the ground, and right before the buck gave up and went limp, it had kicked out, and hit Marwolaeth with powerful force in the side of her chest. A loud yelp sears past her jaws, muffled by the fur inside her mouth, but Marwolaeth keeps clamping down, until she was sure the creature was dead.
She then let go, and stumbled back down onto her side with a loud yelp. The spot where the buck had kicked her ached savagely, almost as if something was stabbing a sharp metal object into her. Marwolaeth hisses in pain, but forces herself onto her limbs. "Damn.." The white hellion growled softly, wincing as she staggered toward her kill, and plopped down beside it. She had to get Xelthious somehow.. But right now she was too exhausted, too exhausted to even howl. Marwolaeth, deciding it was no use, decides to rest for a few moments to gather her strength. Her frame covered the roe buck protectively, and her jaws were ready to snap at any indweller that dared t come near her kill.
cяєѕтƒαllєη.νιтαlιтy wrote: Derek is in trouble once again.. Not much of a surprise, the Vampyress thought to herself as she let out a soft yawn, applying the ointment that she had created onto her skin, which would enable her to survive out in the sunlight. It was a skill she had, working with herbs and other remedies to create useful items of which would give Vampyres to ability to do specific things that they are refrained from doing in their average forms. A mage, they call her. A witch, shaman, psychic, and many more. Truely, she was nothing but a mere Vampyress that only had a high interest in witchcraft, and decided to make her own little tweaks to the Vampyre world. She was viewed to some as a witch of eradication, seeking to completely vanquish every last Vampyre in existance. Others think she is trying to plague the Vampyres in some way to bring them suffering and torture.
Most view her as a toy for pleasure, not surprisingly. The Vampyress stood tall, about five feet and nine inches tall, with a very robust frame following with two vast spheres over her chest. Her hair is rich and silky, crimson red in hue, and hangs just below her shoulders like a veil, ending in small curls. The skin along her frame is pale, and completely scarless, having a very smooth texture which other males find hard to resist. The eyes of a Vampyre are usually a golden hue, sometimes even a shade of blue or brown. But hers were a stunning, exotic blend of a bright green and golden yellow, which give her a even more stunning appearance in addition to her beautiful frame.
Her flaws were mainly on head-on battles, of which involve her getting up close to combat with another Vampyre. She can fight with ranged tactics and agility, yes, but when it comes to physical strength that involes placing in weight and trying to pin another Vampyre or whatsoever, she is not much of a use. Her temper can also get the best of her, causing her to throw deadly threats that cause others to feel a wave of trepidation. Sometimes her anger can get at such an escalated level that she sends those who riled her to their horrid demise, Vampyre or not.
The Vampyress's name was Jin Kariya, and she was well-known amongst the Vampyres. She had been the one to raise Derek as a fledgling Vampyre, considering that male Vampyres were not of use for this category. Soon becoming Derek's 'adopted mother', Jin Kariya had kept Derek close by her, refraining other Vampyres from laying a hand on him. When Derek matured and became a full-grown Vampyre in a mere decade, he became close comrades with Jin Kariya, forgetting her motherly actions to him. Jin Kariya had been the same, then on treating him like she treated any other Vamp.. Except with more kindness and trust.
"Now Derek fell in love with a human, and the two kissed.. Can things get any worse?" Jin muttered crossly under her breath, pulling a plain red tank-top that bears her abdomen over her head, placing a black leather jacket over with long sleaves, that also, bears her abdomen. She then pulled on a pair of black cotton pants, glimpsing at her reflection in the mirror. From one battle, Jin had been presented with one scar, one along her collarbone which can be seen faintly. No matter. Slipping her black shoes onto her feet, Jin Kariya exited her domain, and walked up onto the streets of the human city.
The scent of the girl, Kat, immediatly drifted over to Jin as she stepped out onto the sidewalk, and soon spotted the group of males that were trailing after her. Since Derek had not yet recieved the ointment she uses, he cannot go out into the sunlight to protect the girl.. So that is why Jin shall take over today. "Here we go," She muttered in her old-lady-smoker voice, and bolted forward at an extremely high speed past the main boy, the one that had been gripping the girls forearms. Skidding to a halt on the opposite end of the street, Jin Kariya pushed the red hair from her face, and looked over at them. "Now what is going on there? Leave the poor girl be, boys," Jin called over to them, letting out a amused grunt as the male released Kat.
As he spoke to her, Jin sauntered across the street swiftly, and extended herself to her full-height, slightly inclining her head upward to look at him. "Look here, son, if you lay a hand on this girl again, I will ensure that you will die with your blood splattered across the ground. If you ever make a comment about Derek, whether it is rude or courteous, I shall come and snap that jaw of yours clean off your skull," Jin told him in a stern voice, watching as the boy flinched but then laughed. "Don't believe me?" Jin Kariya whirled around, swinging her leg up into the air as she caught one of his friends in the temple. The boy fell to the ground with a cry of pain as he scrambled away with fear. "Go now, before I will kick all of your rears," She said simply, and all the boys scattered, dashing down the street along with the boy that had gripped Kat previously.
With a huff of amusement, Jin Kariya turned her head around so she can look over at Kat. "You are Katherine, correct? The girl that had won Derek's love?" She asked, arching a brow as she took in the girls petite frame. "Before you go off running while screaming down the street, I'll tell you that I am indeed a Vampyre, but I am a close friend of Derek's. I've come to give him something, as well as assist him in being rid of the other Vamps within his former coven," Jin said, placing one of her hands on her hip as she awaited a reply from the girl.
cяєѕтƒαllєη.νιтαlιтy wrote: With final farewells, as well as a few punches, the assassins had finally went back to their normal lives, out of the trepidation that their newest addition had been causing for the past seven years. They themselves couldn't believe that the King himself had sent such a demonic figure to them to be trained to kill for a purpose, or even no purpose at all. Several men had been afraid to train with the figure, for fear that she may kill them without thinking twice. Yes, a woman. It is very unlikely for a lady to become an assassin, but this was no ordinary feminine figure that most people see every day. The woman is very robust, having about the same muscle-built as a knight, but yet, she is light on her feet like an assassin. Her complexion is very stunning and beautiful, that is.. until you see the scar that resides on the left side of her face. Countless of times, men had tried to seduce the woman to fall in love with them, but they always ended up having their throats slit without warning. Oh yes, the woman is a terror amongst humans now, especially her targets or those she passes along her paths. The leader of the assassins had to train her himself, since his men were much to afraid to even approach her.
Now, the red-headed assassin was now on the back of a brown-furred mustang, a very built horse that is made to last a very long journey. Her supplies are relatively simple; a few containers filled with water, a bag of hazelnuts, a couple of sandwitches, her weapons, and then the piece of parchment that had come from the King of Silicia. It was a letter, stating that the King had a special task for the woman to complete, so she was currently on her way to the Silicia Kingdom. After pushing some of the red hair from her face, she lifts her chin once again, clicking her tongue as a signal for her horse to proceed to a gallop. Soon enough, the woman was bracing her legs against the side of the horse, riding on its back as it freely sprinted through the open field of wildflowers and wheat. The rhythm of the collisions of the mustangs hooves continued on an on, and Aniera decides to think back to her past, her experiances with the assassins.
Her name was Aniera Wintermoon, her last name coming from the fact that she was born on the first night of winter, when the full moon had occured. It was her mother who had given her the angelic sounding name, but it was her father that had caused her heart to become cold, emotionless, hard.. The assassins had always feared Aniera, soon enoughing giving her the sobriquet, Bodacious Acrimony. She was fearless, and she was wicked. The sobriquet fit her perfectly, or so the others thought. Aniera wasn't as cold-hearted as she seemed, since it takes a lot to break through the thick sheet of ice that she cloaks herself with to prevent herself from being hurt once again like she was during her childhood. Deciding one day that her name was a bit of a mouthful, Aniera had shortened her name to Ani, which seemed like a rightful name for her new identity as an assassin. Oh yes, Ani was indeed a more solemn, and fearful name than Aniera, so that is what all others call her. If they call her else, she threatens to slit their throats with an eepe. Simple as that.
"Gid'yap! We must reach the castle before sunset!" Aniera snaps at the mustang, flicking the reins against the horse's shoulders. The mustang let out a riled snort, but obeyed Aniera's harsh command as it shot forward at its highest speed, trailing over the flat terrain with ease. Grunting with approval, Aniera lifted her head once again, soon spotting the silhouette of the castle in the distance. After a eight day journey, Aniera was finally close to the castle. Her legs were beginning to become a bit sore from riding for so long, and soon enough, she knew that she would have to stop to let the horse rest, and eat something herself. Her famished stomache began to snarl with hunger, but Aniera forced it down for now, deciding to stop after a few more miles beside the lake that she also spots within a few seconds.
After the very long run, Aniera pulls the reins back sharply, causing the horse to rear back onto its hindlegs as it stopped. With a grunt, Aniera leaped down from the saddle, stretching out her limbs as the mustang trotted over to the lake, and stooped down to drink the cool, crystalline water. Aniera walks over to its side, and takes one of the containers from the bag, flipping off the cork as she drank the water greedily. The suns heat had been pretty harsh, gleaming down harshly to try and attempt to sear Aniera's skin, but yet, it failed. Aniera's skin remined pale and smooth, only becoming rough where her scars were present. Another thing about Aniera that distinguished her from other men; she had much more scars than the average woman should have. The scars also add to the fear that others feel for her, which also resulted in crepuscular tales that are told to children, saying that if they misbehave, Aniera would come and slit their throats in their sleep. A very affective little saying, since the children actually believe it.
Finishing the sandwitch that had been made for her, Aniera placed a few hazelnuts into the horses muzzle before vaulting onto its back once again, and kicking its ribs slightly. The mustang broke into a swift gallop once again, heading on to the direction of the castle. Aniera, meanwhile, relaxes as she lets the horse run, adjusting the bandana on her forehead to keep her hair covering the left side of her face and also to hold it in place. When she made it to the gates, she didn't want to be questioned by the guards that stood there. Aniera always had been questioned about her scars, always being asked if she was some kind of outlaw or criminal. Each time, Aniera replied that it had been her father, who was now dead, that afflicted those wounds that resulted in her scars. Most didn't believe her, although some did.
Aniera reached the gates to the kingdom within a few hours, and immediatly, the guards blocked her path. "What is your buisness here?" One of the guards asked her gruffly, glaring up at her. Aniera keeps her face stoney, and holds out the parchment that the King had sent out to her. The guards realized who she was, and bowed their heads in apology. They then opened the gates, which Aniera passed through gratefully with her mustang, trotting along the streets of the Silicia Kindom. A few people look up to stare at her, knowing that she must be someone very dangerous by her frame and the way she covered half of her face with her hair. Ignoring their stares, Aniea tied her mustang to a column outside the castle, and jumped off of its back. Stretching out her limbs again, Aniera let out a bored sigh and sauntered forward, walking up the stairs that led into the throne room. Without even knocking, Aniera opened he doors, and walked forward along the carpet, her malevolent gaze locked on the King. "You called for me? For some kind of task that I need to complete?" Aniera spoke in a deep tone, one that held both her power and superiority. The King didn't daunt her, and if the knights attacked, she would just slaughter them with ease.





I currently would really like to roleplay a 1x1 with a plot based of a Anime series or a Fantasy RP like demons and Demon Hunters x3 If interested PM me!

The Only Exception wrote:The Only Exception wrote:~The Only Exception~
Hey, this is The Only Exception's request for a onexone.
~About Me~
My name is something I am not saying over the internet but, you may know my nicknames. If you decide to PM me, you are enabled to call me Rhia, Toe, Fluffy or Bambi(My personal favourite). Anyway, onto more specific details! I am a girl currently residing in Scotland, Britain.(I would prefer if you weren't Brittish as I like to RP with those in other timezone's and countries. It let's me know how that country spells things so that, so as not to confuse others with my way of spelling things, I can mirror the spellings.) Some would call me mature for my age, other's insane and some would just go all out and gall me a freak. To be honest, I don't mind which you deem me as. I'm a freak and proud of it! Anyway, I consider myself to be semi-literate as once I get into my role, I can write a lengthy paragraph.(As you will see shortly!)
~Expectations~
I would expect at least ONE sentence from you. I can work with pretty mych anything when I'm in the right mood. That's it really!
~What I Want To Do~
The ONLY thing I want to do is Glee, but specific pairings. I will do either Kurt x Blaine or Blaine x Jeff. I myself, will be playing Blaine as I am in my roleplaying element when I am playing as Blaine. Taht leaves you with Kurt/jeff. YOU MUST BE OKAY WITH YAOI!
~Example Of Post~The Only Exception wrote:"You deserve to know."Blaine mumbled, trying hard to stop tears falling from his eyes."Kurt, you need to know that when I attended a public high school, there was only one 'out' gay boy. His name was Robbie Wilkinson and he helped me 'come out of the closet'. At this school, they were more intolorent than those at McKinley. Robbie invited me to the Sadie Hawkins dance and we were waiting for his dad to take us there when we were beaten up by kids like Karofsky at McKinley. Robbie was beaten up severely soon after that and had to get facial reconstruction. I had to come here. I ran away from what was happening. I'm such a hypocrit!" By the end of this, Blaine had tears streaking down his face and was struggling to speak."He was my only friend Kurt. And they hurt him! That's who I hate." He turned to look Kurt in the eyes."Please don't ever let anything happen to yourself Kurt."He sobbed."I couldn't bear it if anything were to happen to you."
~If You Are Still Here, Please Send Me A PM~
Shiverice wrote:Hi guys! I'm obviously looking for a one on one rp!
Things you can expect from me:
I can post a lot if I am in the mood
I use very good grammar
I use punctuation and capital letters
I am online all the time
I reply quickly
I have a sense of humor
I love to make plot twists!
I will not do a pm rp
I LOVE to color in pictures of our characters!
What I want from you:
You must use punctuation, good grammar, and capital letters (Typo's are fine.)
You must reply a lot unless you're on vacation or something
Tell me if you go on vacation
Don't post once and never reply!
Every once and a while I would like there to be a plot twist
What I will rp:
Twilight ★★★★★ 5/5
Twilight Wolves ★★★★★ 5/5
Glee! ★★★★★ 5/5
Warrior cats ★★★★ 4/5
100% Romance ★★★ 3/5
Percy Jackson ★★★★ 4/5
Dogs ★★★★ 4/5
Wolves ★★★★ 4/5
Horses (Maybe) ★★★ 3/5
Fursonas (Maybe) ★★★★ 4/5
I may do something else if you suggest it
What I won't do:
Anime or Manga
Mutants
Regular vampires or werewolves
Please pm me with details! Thanks!







bloody-red-vixen wrote:Day 1,
Hello, my name is Jane. The psychologist in this place, the asylum, believes it will help me if I write a journal. You might as well know my story, I guess. Well, it feels like just a year ago I was out in the world, I had friends, a boyfriend, family, and a life! Now look at me.... I'm in a mental ward with no chance of leave.
It all started out with one fatal trip. One trip I would do again and again if I had the choice. I walked down the forest road, my family was out camping, and I was just walking. There were no large predators in this forest, from what I had been told, but I guess they didn't really look all to well. 'Cause the minute my foot went off the trail and into the deeper part of the forest I heard a vicious snarl. I'm spooked and I run, feeling my Fight or Flight response kick in. At the time I did not know what I know now and it would have saved me if I had known to go back to the path, sadly I went even deeper.
As I ran, time seemed to slow around me and I realized how foggy things were. I turn my head back and see wolves, well they aren't your average wolves, they are wolves the size of full grown male bears! I try to scream but nothing comes out as they race after me at a speed that seems to be faster then a cheetah! Time goes back to normal and I'm staggering and stumbling as I try desperately to get away. One of the wolves, the wolf I will later find out is the beta female of the pack, lunges and bites my leg and drags me down. The female keeps hold of my leg till the rest of the pack catches up. These wolves are huge compared to my seventeen year old body.
Oh, by the way, I have long red hair, a bit like Jessica Rabbit, and my eyes are bright green but I have no freckles. I know it might be a bit strange not to find a red head with no freckles but it won't be the weirdest thing you find in this story. Now, back to my 'adventure.'
When the wolves surround me they let out a loud howl, it almost makes my ears burst its so loud. I cover my ears with my hands and look down at my wounded leg, blood was seeping from the wounds and the wounds looked very deep. I look around at the other wolves and frown. I watch as a large black wolf, female of course, walks forward and narrows her blue eyes. I'm talking ice blue! The color of ice over the deep sea kind of ice blue! She bares her teeth as she circles me, sniffing my neck and back. She growls close to my ear and I respond in the way I saw other, normal, wolves do when a larger wolf comes towards them in an aggressive manner. I quickly lay on my side and make a sort of whimpering sound that seems to please the female.
The female looks at the pack and so do I, then I realize they are all female. The female turns her attention to me then my leg and glares at the beta, who is a kind of misty gray color with the same, but more bland, blue eyes. The beta backs a bit and dips her head low while her ears are plastered against her skull, showing submission. The alpha turns to me and barks loudly, once again almost breaking my ears, she pulls on the back of my shirt until I am forced to my feet, but I soon crumple from the wound in my leg.
The alpha female is obviously annoyed that I can not stand. She growls lightly and turns to the smallest female in the very back and gives a mix between a bark and a growl and the female lowers her ears, head, tail, and stature as she warily walks forward and picks me up onto her back, carrying me, then looks at the alpha female to see if she has done right. The alpha has stopped growling and gives a small nod to the smaller female, who wags her tail and looks excited to please the alpha. The smaller female is a brindle color with brown eyes that are rather plain.
The female begins to carry me at the back of the pack, I'm laying with my stomach on the females back, and I can tell this female is either new or has been the omega for a long time. I'm suddenly very glad I did that report on wolves the year before. I watch the pack, still surprised to find them all female. I watch as they follow the large black female with the stunning blue eyes, the gray female not far behind the black one.
Soon we are in a large clearing and I'm dumped in the middle once more as the pack looks anxious to check me out, they also look more relaxed now that they are home. I'm quick to lay down on my side and kind of curl up to show I'm no threat, hoping the black female won't give the word to tear me apart piece by piece. What the black female does when she approaches shocks me. She turns human. She has long black hair and her eyes are the same, stunning icy blue. The rest of the pack does as well. The wolves coat color seems to represent their hair and their eyes stay the same.
"Who are you?" These are the first words that come from the alphas mouth. I'm still in shock and I can only stare with wide eyes and a hanging jaw. The female growls once more, "Who are you?" This time there was a deadly edge to it and I'm forced to respond. "Jane." Is all I'm able to manage. The pack still looks anxious to meet me, maybe fight me. I look at the alpha with pleading and desperate eyes. The alpha is not fazed but rather amused. I can tell by the smirk that twitches and flashes along her lips. The female is beautiful, and I'm jealous. I'm no lesbian but this female is so stunning that I envy any male who gets to be close to her.
"My name is Mirage." The female responds. I can no longer refer to her as 'female' and now you will be hearing her called Mirage instead.A tone of seriousness washes over her face and voice. "Why were you in our forest?" She says in almost a growl, and I'm reminded that these girls were just the same snarling wolves I had seen a minute ago. I look down and mutter, "I was walking home and wanted to take a short cut because I shouldn't be late tonight, my grandmother is coming."
The female, err, Mirage snorts and said, "You intruded and now we can't let you go otherwise you might expose us.." These words take me back and I look up at her with a shocked expression. "What? No! Please! I need to go home!" My pleas go unanswered as Mirage turns to her pack and nods. The girls all come around me and push me to my feet and start shoving me to a tree. I scream at the top of my lungs when I see one of them bring a knife out as they pin my arms and knees to a tree.
I clench my teeth and close my eyes tight as I await the piercing knife go wherever they please it to. But instead, I hear one of the other girls scream and I feel the pressure from my arms and legs disappear. I slowly open my eyes to see someone in front of me. Someone with raven like wings that look as if they suck the light right out of the forest. He pulls a sword that glows like its made of pure starlight and I have to look at his wings again, but this time they glow as well. They glow black though and I can't see his face as his back is to me. He stares at the werewolves and narrows his eyes, I can tell from the way the skin on the side of his head moves just slightly.
He has black hair and tan skin and he looks as if he has worked hard his whole life. I cannot help but admire his wings, I reach my hand out to touch the large, glorious, wings but they move just slightly before my wings can touch them and it makes my hand shoot away from them. I see Mirage turn into a werewolf and she snarls as she moves towards the man in front of me and she swipes her claws out at him but he deflects and slices his sword at her and it hits her shoulder and she howls in pain and backs up slightly, her black coat beginning to clump with blood.The girl with the gray fur and blander blue eyes jumps to Mirages side then turns to the man in front of me and snarls. She jumps at him and manages to pin him but he runs her through with his sword and she goes limp as her heart stops beating and her eyes turn flat and milky.
"MIST!!!" Mirage screams, agony and disbelief filling her voice. Tears run down her cheeks as she turns human and pulls Mist from the ground after the man has stood and Mist turned back to her human form. Mist couldn't be much older then me. She has a gray colored hair and blue eyes that are now milky and gray as her hair. Mirage is weeping over the girl. They look like sisters. I feel guilt twinge in me, though I have done nothing to harm the girl. The man has kept his back to me the whole time and has not allowed me to see his face. I turn to him as he looks ready to once again kill off another werewolf. The werewolves all move around Mirage, most crying as well.
Mirage has gone into a full sob as she buried her face in the crook of her sisters neck and kept one hand on the wound that ran straight through her heart. I would admit, Mist had no chance against the man who is protecting me. Mirage looks up and sets her sister down then kisses her forehead and closed her eyes. She glares at both me and the man and screams, "YOU KILLED HER!! YOU KILLED MY LITTLE SISTER!!!" She looked as if she were ready to take a knife to both of us and run us both through. I am in shock, once again, and almost scream when I see large black wings cloak around me and cover me, sadly the shadow covered my protectors face once more.
I feel a sudden wave of relaxation and calmness wash over me as the dark wings surround my whole body and I close my eyes and melt into the cradling wings. I feel like I'm flying. Everything is nothing and nothing is everything. I can no longer tell the difference between night and day and the world slips away. My senses are overloaded with a mix between pure joy and an amazing amount of relaxation. I feel kind of high. Not drugs high but the laughing gas at the dentist high.
I open my eyes when light swirls around me and I'm back in the forest, though not in the same spot I was. I'm alone. My wound is gone and there is not even a scab or scar. If it had not been for the black feather in the palm of my hand I would have thought it was a dream. I sigh to myself, just noticing the feather. Had I really seen Mist be killed, or had I dreamed it all and a black feather flown into my hand? I shook it off and began to run home, unknown to the fact I would be seeing my protector more then once in the next week. It is time for me to retire for the night, the guards have shut off all the lights in the asylum so I cannot write anymore and will have to finish up my story a bit later, my apologies.



MaGaNe LeN wrote:Heyoo~ <3 Well, apparently Magane wants to RP. ;D I've got some things that you have to look at, though. >:D
~About Magane~
Well, I live in the Central Time zone. :3
I most likely will NOT reply in two seconds, I have family around... D:<
Forums, please. O3O My uh, PMs like to glitch in a matter of seconds. D':
You can expect me to chat in OCC~ :L I'm a chatty gal~
I usually offer about 5 lines. O3O Depending on how many characters I have, and what my state of 'BLOCK' is. :L
~What does Magane expect~
I expect good writing. Not 'he this' or 'he that'. Something more or less, 'The blonde shook his head.' or 'The blunette nodded, a slight smirk crossing his face.' (VOCALOID~! >:D)
At least one post a week.
To let me know if you're going on vacation. :3 That way I can find other things to do than wait for you to post. (Obsessive little bratt, aren't I? ;D)
I expect you to address me with respect. Nothing like, 'Hi, do you wanna RP with me?' More or less formal. Here. Use this:XD Naw, you don't have to. But I really like formal offers. <3
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Hi, Meiko.
(Insert message here ;D)
From,
(Youu~)
I am not flexible. If you want to do something I don't, I simply won't. Period. I'm stiff as a board. CB
No Mary-Sues/Gary-Stues... I get annoyed. I dun like them in things that are based off things. D:< So know Xion in KH. >:D I dun like her. At all. I:<
~What Magane will do~
Vocaloid. {10/10}
--Must contain Yaoi. O3O;--
Yaoi in general. {9/10}
--Should be based off something... :L--
Fursona. {6/10}
--Maybee~ CB I got bored the last time.--
Legend of Zelda. {5/10}
--Pahaha~ With my limited knowledge.--
SUPER SHMASH BROTHERS BRAWLL~. {10/10}
--Seems fun. ^^ Played the whole game through, I know what I'm doing.--
Kingdom Heartss~ <3 {11/10}
--WOOP~ I just simply love it. Yaoi please, if not then never mind~--
Yaoi pairings? OKAY~
Zemyx (DEXION? 8D), SoRi (RiSO!), Laito (or Ken, whichever~ Len x Kaito) Mike (Marth x Ike.) XigDem (Naw.. Maybe. O3O As long as I'm Demmy~! <3)
~What Magane will NOT do~
Twilight.
--DEAUGGGHHHH.--
Harry Potta~
--No wai mon~ Don't get me wrong, I like it in all, but SRSLY.--
Naruto-san!
--I like Naruto in all, it's just no fun to RP though...--
Boy x Girl ((Maybe KH.))
--D: No yaoi?--
Girl x Girl ((Yuri.))
--Ew.--
Shapeshifters.
--BOHORING~--
School.
--Never have, never will. ((RP, I mean. X3))Example wrote:The blonde stood up. "Ow." He said, rubbing the back of his head. "You know, if you're going to push me off something, at least warn me first." Len stalked off towards Gumi's room. He was bored, and Gumi was a good friend of his, despite her shyness. "Gumi~" He called, knocking on her door. "It's Len."
Gumi looked towards the door, her dark green hair flopping lazily against her shoulders. "Oh, Hi Len." The carrot lover replied, standing up and opening the door. "What do you want?" She asked, looking at him with curious green eyes. She really had no buisness at the mansion, but Len would always make her stay. She really did not want to stay, but she had to, considering that Len would slap her arm if she tried to leave.
The blonde shrugged. "I'm bored~" He replied, "And Rin pushed me off the couch~." Len really had nothing to do, despite going outside. Something deep in his mind told him to go see what went on inside, but he always ignored that part of his brain. "So, I came to see you~."
Gumi raised an eye brow. "Why don't you go see Neru?" She questioned, search Len's pale blue eyes for any doubt or something. "There's Meiko to bother, too."
The blonde looked up at the greenette. "I bother you?" He asked, looking at her with his sweet, I-use-this-to-get-my-way eyes. He looked really immature, though.
The greenette couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Uh, yeah." She let the blonde into her room anyway, just because she had nothing better to do. She felt... like she wasn't shy around him. She could talk to him. She... she felt normal. With others, she felt shy. She wouldn't talk to anyone. She felt like... she didn't matter. The two Vocaloids talked.
From a Roleplay I'm currently in. <3 (Vocaloid, if you pahleese~)



Jedward ♥ wrote:Jedward ♥ wrote:Jedward ♥ wrote:This is Jedward ♥. I am looking for New 1 x 1 Rp'ers that are Semi-Literate.What I will do:
Romance/adventure {With a background plot}
Semi-Literate
Vampire/VampirexHuman/VampirexWerewolf{Romance styled obviously...}
(NOT Twilight. I mean *SPARKLE!* It's just not right, even if they
aren't human.) Vampire Diaries style preferred.
Real-Life Human(Teenager)
Spies
CSI Themed
WWE. I like watching it and all, and I would like to try out Rp'ing it.
Inception. It was an awesome movie, so I would like to do a RP with something similar.
Percy Jackson. It's a good film. I liked it and I also wouldn't mind RP'ing it.
ALL role plays must include at least a little romance.
Pm'd or forum is fine with me. ^
New below:
I want to do a Band themed one. It MUST be to do with people/groups such as:
Nicki Minaj, N-Dubz, Olly Murs, Jedward and other similar singers.Is there something you do that is not here?
Please feel free to ask me via Pm. c :What i won't do:
Spiders
Lycans(Or anything like this or unless to do with above)
Literate (It just takes up too much time.)
Illiterate(I'm doing too many of them at the moment,
I want to get more Semi-Literate in)
Currently looking to do a Pm'd RP with someone willing to go over PG/13:
You must be old enough to cope with this, not a kid who doesn't understand it.
You must be on as much as possible and try to post at least once a day. I get bored when an RP only lasts one day and then the people can't be bothered to even post to say they wish to quit. If I seem to not post on there at all and haven't mentioned that I want to quit or anything, the chance is I forgot about it. Please feel free to Pm me and remind me about it. c: I will cancel any 1 x 1 Rps where you seem to be quite simply ignoring me. If you haven't been online for a week or two, I will be able to tell that. in that case I will happily wait until you are online because i know you aren't able to access CS. ~
If it starts off Semi-Literate and then all of a sudden it sinks down to Illiterate and you want Semi-Literate back, please say so. c:I prefer to RP girls, but I will RP a boy IF I get to RP a girl as well.Currently most wanted:
(Read above for more info)
--~ What to expect from me ~
~ Good Spelling & Grammar ~
~ Active ~
~ Friendly and reasonable ~
~ Posting daily (Unless a problem occurs) ~
~ What I expect from you ~
~ All the above ~
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