- Afterlife - Semi-Literate

[Noel]

Skye Briht
Cold, Bored, Sleepy

Skye Briht had died violently. When his body had first been found, it was just a smear of torn up flesh and blood, a few strands of blond hair here and there. It took two weeks for people to fully figure out who he was. Such a tragedy. They would say, but no one really cared. He was a smart boy, even if he didn't talk much. He could have gone far. They would muse, before turning their backs on the conversation and leaving. They were being nice; Skye Briht had never gotten a grade higher then a B- on anything in his life. He took to the streets, learning what he needed to stay alive should he end up without a place to go. Why was simple; his own parents barely shed a tear over his death, hardly caring that he was gone. Skye had never been able to stand them anyways, and the only thing he regretted with them was that he didn't get to stab them before he died.

He was walking through the streets despite the freezing rain, ignoring that it was making him cold and wet. What he didn't like was all the puddles of water; too bright, too reflective, they kept showing him what he looked like now. Black hair was so new to him, but Skye didn't really care, he liked to think it was almost punk like, the way it was always stuck up around his head and refusing to flatten down. True right then he had it tied back in a short ponytail to keep out of his face, but it was messy nonetheless. One of his small feet smashed down on the latest puddle, spraying water over him and the ground but shattered the image. Skye cursed as his shoe was promptly soaked through, but kept walking anyways. He noted that he no longer had to duck under the overhands of the buildings; his new form was small, maybe 5'3, and quite thin. Already it had it's uses, letting him slip through passageways he used to be unable to hope to fit through. And being small didn't mean his was weak, given the terms of his rebirth, which was a double bonus.

With a sigh Skye located a bench slightly covered by the banner of some grocery shop, siting down. He was tired and impatient; he didn't want to sleep, so focused on revenge that he had been awake the entire night. But it was wintertime and it was bitterly old out; he was going to need to get inside, get some rest, and get warm soon enough.

((My trial post. ^^))

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{ most of my replies will not be very fancy, just as a heads up. I got pictures, hopefully they aren't as large as they appear to me... The girl in the bottom set seems to be the only correct size, can someone tell me if they are that size or larger? Sometimes when I do pictures and resize them they appear to be the right size to everyone but me...
Oh, what are the rules for the werewolves shifting patterns? Can they speak to each other as they are a wolf, and when can they shift? Lol, that should be all my questions... I will have my werwolf as a wolf at the moment, but will change it if you weren't going to have them shift at will ^^ }

..........Shay Collins

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Shay bounded over snowdrifts, snow kicked up from his hind legs in great plumes. His bright pink tongue hung from his mouth, over pearly white, razor sharp teeth. He was muscular but only medium sized, and a reddish brown mix that made up his shaggy pelt. It was soft to the touch, but his hair was in need of a cut- so, so was his wolves pelt. He snapped at birds as they exploded under his feet, distunred from their slumber by his pounding feet.
Shay loved to go on morning runs, doing it often as possible, especially on the cold, snowy winter months. His thick pelt kept him snuggly warm, and everything was so pretty in the forest. Covered in white, undisturbed, quiet. Until the wolves stirred it up of course.
Nearing the edge of the wooded area, he slowed, panting heavily. He stood in the break of trees, peering out on the houses. He could see people moving inside, but no one outside. Everything was just covered in a Lanier of white, just waiting To be disturbed.
The brown wolf turned back again, back into the trees, and set off at a trot into the trees, skirting a few meters just into the trees. Perhaps he could find a few other packmates who had decided this morning would also be a good morning for a run. He put his head down to pick up the faint scent of somone familiar, and let it lead him somewhere deeper into the trees.

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[color=transparent].......... Rose Landa

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Rose woke to the pitter-patter of small, clawed feet on her floor before she felt the sudden coldness and snuffling in her ear. She was startled immensly at first, bolting upright in bed and tangling herself in the bedsheets. If you woke her suddenly like this, she would often woke suddenly and scared like. The brown girls sleep was riddled with extreme nightmares, the reason for this.
But, it turned out to be a dog instead. A puppy no taller than halfway up her shin, it's whole body wriggling in excitement as it tried furtively to pull itself onto her bed. With a sigh, the dark skinned girl reached out to pick the puppy up, cradling it into her arms. "Good morning, dear," she cooed with a soft smile. In a few moments, the dog jumped from her arms and raced out the bedroom door, most likely to go downstairs and be let out. Rose laid back for a few moments, before pushing herself out of bed. She checked her phone, though she knew she had not received any messages or calls. She had been alseep for little over three hours all night.
Raking a hand through her back length wavy brown hair, she sighed, getting up and out of bed. She stuck her fingers in the bars of the cage on her dresser, patting the head of her other dear pet- a chinchilla named Skitter. She used to have a snake too, but... She had to give it up. She was a definite animal lover, horse's most of all.
Going to the closet, she pulled out what her hand hit first. Gray sweatpants would do, with a pink tank top that was lacy at the top and bottom. She pulled a zip up sweatshirt over it, zipping it halfway before going to the bathroom to tame her wild locks of hair and tie them back, and go through the normal morning routine. A's desperatly hopes someonewould be available to hang out, maybe go to the movies- or just stay warm. She hated the cold and the icy snow- therefor, she despised winter.

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((Werewolves can talk to each other in wolf form, and can shift whenever~ I don't know on pictures I'm pretty clueless xD
Everyone's accapeted by the way))

She wasn't quite sure about having come back to life, what was she supposed to think? To feel? She could barely remember fragments of her past life... She had remembered however, she looked nothing like she did now... She was stood in front of the mirror in her attic bedroom. The room was pretty lacking in decoration, she'd only aquired it a few days ago, when she'd come back to life. There was a four-poster bed squashed into one corner, and a set of drawers next to it. There was also a wardrobe and a mirror... The rest of the room had too much of a low ceiling to have any furniture, so half of the room was filled with furniture while the other half was a meter-high ceiling with empty space.

She yawned slightly, still groggy from waking up. She began the process of gelling up her hair. She'd never had a mohawk before, yet there was a first time for everything so a few hours after coming back to life she'd had a haircut. Her hair had been a rats nest when she'd come back to life. It used to be a dirty blonde, yet now it had darkened to brown - it almost looked black when she was indoors. Her eyes, once a soft pale blue were also brown, and now dark as if they were reflecting upon the dark times she'd gone through. Another modification she'd done to her 'new' body was a tattoo. A small black tattoo across her shoulderblades. She'd wanted it to be irnoic, but also to remind her of what had happened. The words 'Run with the wolves'.

Maisy had been torn to pieces by werewolves a few months previous, such a lovely finish to an eighteenth birthday party.

Deciding the gel would have to do, she headed to the bathroom to wash off her hands, and to change. She emerged from the bathroom in her generic look - black jeans, bright colored t-shirt, military style boots. She headed downstairs for breakfast. Food was a novelty she'd missed in the Afterlife, and it was brilliant. She loved to cook... Alright she wasn't any extremly good at it, she was decent at best, but it was the thought that counts.

The kitchen, a cramped space, that was only big enough for the kitchen units and the table. Maisy set about creating a breakfast for anyone and everyone who wanted some.

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His heart pounded in his chest, his feet slamming against the ground. Run The single word raced as a thought through his head. Run! The russet wolf smashed straight into the snowdrift and what may have looked like a race of fear soon became clear it was a race of fun and games. Alexander picked himself to his feet and shook the snow from his long furry pelt. He spat snow from his mouth.

Slowly, the playful wolf morphed into the laughing form of a seventeen year old boy. It was time to head back after the cold morning of running around in the snow. He pushed his long brown hair back out of his hazel eyes, and shook the snow from his hair with a grin. A blast of cold air hit his tall yet skinny frame, and he pulled the sleeves of his jumper over his hands. The show of cold lasted for a few minutes, as he dredged his way back through the woods, before he gave into the cold and switched back into a wolf.

Wolves can talk to each other, though to a human it would sound like growls, snorts, and the regular feral wolf noises. So Alexander had no problem talking to Shay when he saw the other werewolf. He snapped playfully at Shay's heels before full on tackling the other wolf in a playful manner. Alex was ever so slightly larger than most wolves when he was in his werewolf form, yet he wasn't exactly muscular so it would be easy to throw him off if he started messing about like usual. Alex had a restless demeanour, and had to be contantly occupied, and was perhaps the most playful person you'll ever meet.

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((Just a side note, I've now added this roleplay to the Roleplay Blog in my sig~ It will tell you all of events and ideas I have about the roleplay.))

[scolipede.]

||Serenity 'Viricia' Ducelle||17||Single||

Waking up from a long night. Getting ready didn't feel like anything, anymore. Sighing, she got ready and walked out of the still dark alleyway.

The medium tall girl's auburn hair flew around her in a flurry. It was long enough to reach her lower back and cover part of her shoulders as well. Her light blue eyes speckled excitedly as she traveled, her slim body swaying partly in the wind. She looked just like a shadow walking by itself, slinking through the depths of the place, aimlessly wandering. Her pale skin looked even paler in the light sunlight and the snow lightly moved with the small wind. If it was cold, she couldn't tell.

Snow lay on top of trees and the roofs of houses varying in size and color. Ponds were slightly frozen and not many were wake and wandering. The snow brought back memories, didn't it?

Pant pant her pink tongue hung out of her mouth as she chased someone. She was hungry and was having to find something for three others besides her. She had smelled something, rather fragrant. Probably some kind of overly used perfume. Well, whatever it was riled her senses. She began to feel more feral and animal like, her tongue watered and she began to speed up. She howled as a sign to some of the others that what she was chasing was hers. Soon, it turned the corner, as did she, into an alley, one that had no escape. She snarled and jumped at the human.
She knew anyone could guess what happened next, the human was ripped to shreds. The only thing left was a couple strands of her brown hair and some clothes. That's all they found. After that, we had a good meal. She thought to herself and chuckled at the end.

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((Accepted~ Feel free to continue~))

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..........Shay Collins

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Following the scent, Shay had his head half buried in the snow drift. He pushed his head in, sniffing out a rabbit. Compared to others, Shay kept himself on a very tight rope when he shifted. He kept his conscious there and the dominant figure, instead of letting instinct take over. He shuddered to think of killing someone, but he didn't mind killing a rabbit and eating it for lunch.
Every time Shay met another of his kind, he always wondered if they had taken apart in- or even agreed with- the human killings that had taken place a few years ago. He shuddered thinking of them, couldn't imagine how guilty those wolves must feel... But considering the violent and clear brutality of the killings, it seemed almost dilibret, and Shay wondered if they even cared- if they even remembered. Sometimes though, he wodered what it would be like to let himself go completely. He had heard of wolves doing that, the Huambo just... Slipping away in them until they were pure wolf.
No. That was always the answer. He couldn't do that to himself, couldn't allow that. He didn't agree with this killings, and knew it would come back to haunt all of their kind if found out. Even if they weren't found out as werewolves.
With his head stuck in the snow, he did not hear or smell another wolf approaching. He gave a very loud yelp of surprise, and both were thrown heartless into the snowbank. Panicked, he lashed out with his hind legs, feeling a foot connect with flesh- unsure if he had clawed them hard enough to draw blood or not, and unsure of where he had kicked. That was before Alexander's scent flooded his nostrils, the heady scent making him sneeze. He barked once and sprang away before he tore off into the snow, sending snow flying backwards. The other boy had scared him half to death, but he hadn't gotten far until he spun around and came trotting back, panting. He lowered his head, studying the other boy with a small whine- an apology for kicking and most likely scratching him. He reached forward and nipped the wolves scruff playfully though, before turning on heel and dashing back into the forest, a clear challenge to see if the other boy could catch him. He laughed inside, overjoyed to be out playing in the snow like a little kid.

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.......... Rose Landa

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Rose came downstairs slowly, her parents already gone. She was still trying to get used to these new people she called parents, still getting used to the fact she didn't listen to them fight every single night like she had listened to her parents from before scream every night. Most nights, she had stayed huddled in her room, crying and huddled with her husky dog as they screamed. She could hear every word from her small room, every hit, every thing thrown. She could never hold back the tears, she had been just as sensitive and still innocent as she was now. She had to get used to her new body too. Before, she had frizzy, unruly hair that she could do nothing with, and had been rather heavy set and curvy. Her eyes had been dull brown, and she was just... plain. No interest from boys what so ever.
Now, she felt the eyes of boy son her every time she went out, and it wasn;t as enjoyabke as she thought. Not when people it was flirty and unwelcome, boys constantly trying to rub against her. Her hair was halfway down her back and wavy in just the right way, and was a silky, shiny brown. Her eyes were a bright green, and she was slim and fit, with just the right amount of curves. IT was so odd... Her personality was rather the same though. Animal lover, sensitive and sweet girl.
The girl reached down to feed the dog at her feet, who was prancing around, excited for food. She stood and slowly went to the window, pulling the blinds back and peering out like you would imagine a locked up princess peering from her balcony long ago. She spotted a boy that couldn't have been much older than her sitting down across the street, and she tilted her head to the side quizically. Why was he out there, in such obviously cold weather?
Rose was also very helpful and concerned for others now, so she opened the door slowly and stepped out barefoot. She walked down to the sidewalk, standing with her arms crossed against the cold. "Excuse me?" she called. Her tone was naturally warm and soft, inviting. "You look awfully cold, and if you don;t mind me asking, what are doing?" She could not recognize him from so far away, and did not know if she knew him, but she felt awful, so she added. "You could step in a moment, to warm up if you'd like."

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He had expected some sort of reaction from the other wolf, though perhaps not one that would be painful. He gave a low whine as Shay scrambled away, and began to inspect his shoulder. From what he could see, there was no blood, but he reckoned there'd be at least a little brusing when he was back to human form. All worries about cuts were forgotten however, when Shay came back to challenge him. Alex snorted, as if to say he'd win the contest no matter what the rules were, and raced after Shay.

Racing through the snow, Alex chased after Shay, pushing to go faster to catch the challenger. Giddy, and likely oxygen starved since he kept holding his breath when it came to running through snow, Alex pushed to go faster. Paws scrambling for purchase in the cold wet snow.

Faster, faster, he pushed to go even faster, and managed to nip at the back of Shay's heels. He was known to be the hyperactive wolf in the pack, and what he lacked in strength he made up for in speed. He caught up, tackling Shay once more, before jumping up and backwards to let Shay up.

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..........Shay Collins

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Shay tore off into the trees, dodging and ducking quickly, leaping over branches and logs with ease. For his size Shay was an amazingly agile wolf, and quick too. He kept ahead of the other wolf pretty easily, until he began to tire. He could only sprint for so long, and he had been loping along for quite a while before this two.
A heavy weight slammed into him from behind and Shay went tunbling head over heels until he hit the trunk of a tree. He scrambled to his feet before he stepped away from the and shaking the snow from his pelt, spraying it in sll directions. He sat down with a heavy sigh and a wolfish grin, looking around with his head tilted. His clothes were nearby, that he knew, and he thought he shoulder probably find them and start heading back home.

[pretty short, sorry >.<]

[Noel]

Skye Briht
Cold, Confused

Skye rubbed his gloves hands together before holding them to his mouth and breathing out in a vain attempt to warm them. Being sopping wet on such a day was never a smart thing to be, Skye was quickly learning. His old self hated the rain, hated hot days, hated cloudy days, and just all around hated being outside. But the new Skye was finding himself drawn outside, unable to stand the confines of four walls. His new parents were not what Skye would have chosen if he was allowed to pick, and didn't care at all that their son was wandering through the streets on such a cold night. They were probably dead drunk, knowing them. Better then his old ones anyways though, at least they were quiet and got along even if they were sick drunkards. His old ones would take out anger on him, and often locked up the house leaving him to the outside he had hated. The new ones had a room for him on the second floor of the house, which with a flick of a lock could separate him from the rest of the world. Besides, the new ones weren't too good at hiding the alcohol, and Skye was finding his new self drawn to the substance.
He looked up to see the girl on the balcony, instinctively drawing the wet hood of his coat further over his head. The urge to keep from being seen was new to him, probably a result of being violently torn apart by werewolves in his first life. Skye was entirely unaffected by her looks, in fact he didn't notice her to be anything other then a 'girl'. He had yet to find out about his new self, but Skye did know that in his first life he had been homosexual, and so far he had yet to notice anything special about girls; they just held no interest for him. maybe that would change someday in his new life, but who knew.
Seeing her vanish from the window Skye drew out of his little drawn-back position, pulling his frozen hood off of his face. Naturally he had a small panic when she stepped out of the house, visibly jumped. Fear of strangers, that was new, Skye noted to himself in annoyance. His new self really was small and weak. Given the girl was barefoot and trying to fend off the cold it was very hard to view her as a threat, though he barely managed to hold back the cutting retort he wished to give. "Staying away from home." He answered simply with a shrug. Skye didn't like being inside after all, and drunk parents made things much harder to stand, so he had left the house several hours ago and didn't even bother to return when the soaking mix of rain and snow began to fall. Hearing the offer, if he had ears they would have pricked up, Skye was not about to refuse. True had never seen this girl before, but he was freezing and the dampness in his clothes was going to freeze at that rate. "I'd like to, thank you." Skye answered gratefully, standing up and walking over, pausing about five feet away from her. It was still awkward; a girl who he had never seen before offering to let him warm up in her house. He observed her for a quick moment; pretty by the standards of boys who cared about that sort of thing, not particularly strong looking, about an inch taller then him at the very least(Skye didn't like admitting that his new form was short). Not much of a threat as far as he could tell, but still...