- I have tons of muse right now, and I'm looking for a sci-fi fantasy r.p., preferably with powers.
Also, I'm looking for an active avian-human r.p., or other animal-human / genetic altering r.p.'s. c:
the s i l e n c e wrote:
I have tons of muse right now, and I'm looking for a sci-fi fantasy r.p., preferably with powers.
Also, I'm looking for an active avian-human r.p., or other animal-human / genetic altering r.p.'s. c:
"Long long ago, in the small town of Salem, there was a young lady, a beautiful one at that. Her name was Luka Megurine. Luka was a humble one, sweet and kind to all. No one ever suspected she would be accused. But she was. She had fallen in love with the prince of Salem; Prince Gakupo Kamui, and this caused a commotion across the village. Due to the fault of a young priestess and childhood friend of the prince had told the prince that his beloved was a...witch. She was ordered to be burned at the stake at noon high, without given trial because of the order sent out. Her long hair whipped her back as she was forced to kneel in front of the prince. Looking up with hopeful eyes, Luka was responded with pained, cold eyes. A lone gasp escaped her lips as he sliced her hair, the strands falling to the floor, swept away by the breeze."Prepare the stake. We hang her at dawn."Miku, the priestess said coldly, patting her childhood friend's arm as she grinned cruelly at Luka."
"Ƭhe next morning, as order, Luka was tied back, her dress in rags, her cheeks stained with blood and dirt. Looking at the crowd, she closed her eyes, whispering prayer. Miku and Gakupo stood in the screaming crowd, Miku raised her arms as she read out of the sacred bible."REPENT. REPENT!"The crowd screamed as the knights tossed fire torches into the pit that surround the stake."ANY LAST WORDS WITCH?!"Miku shouted as Luka turned her head, eyes filled with tears."Yes!....IF YOU CALL THIS LOVE BLACK MAGIC THAN----"she took a deep breath."LIGHT THE FLAMES OF HATRED." At this moment, Gakupo understood. He was wrong, she wasn't a witch. She wasn't. But it was too late. With a high pitched scream, Luka broke free of her bonds, large feathered black wings sprouting out of her back as she shot into the air. A gust of wind blew the group back, who were astonished and they understood. Miku was baffled, trying her best to explain why her, a priestess would do this to an innocent lady. Luka wasn't a witch after all... She was an angel."
The twins finished their tale, bowing low at the crowd."Might this well be a lesson, so remember it well."the girl said, retreating to the church."Don't mistaken an angel, for a witch, you see."he said, leaving too. the twins were never seen again. Time by time, the tale was passed on, in the small town of Salem. Of Luka, Gakupo, and Miku too. Now as years passed, in 1692, the tale was altered to a different way. They forgot the words of the twins, still believing witches and such. So when little Tei fell sick and began going insane, there was only one blame. Witches.
Иow, it's the same thing again. The fire. The screaming. The hunt begins again. As a so called 'witch', you hide from the royals, the village, locked away in your house. Hidden from the others. Nights pass, nightmares fill your head. You know they're out for you. You have to be careful. But how long can you hide?
This is it. They're after me. They're after all of us. Rowena thought, her back pressed against the wall of her house, sweat dreanched her forehead, dress torn by thorns. Rowena had run all the way from the bakery, hearing the words of 'witch catching'. Out of fear, she had gave the baker's daughter a hasty good bye, and dashing off. Taking a deep breath she sat down, wiping the dirt of her dress. The people had no right to accuse people like her. They didn't have to right to make her live like this. But they did. Glancing at the darkening sky out of her window, Rowena closed the drapes, knowing they might be still roaming outside...
Rowena mentally slapped herself for leaving behind the bags of bread she had bought for dinner. Great. Now she was dirty, tired and dinner-less. Could it get any worst? At least she would go wash herself off... After taking a quick shower and changing into a fresh white blouse and long blue skirt, Rowena took a step outside of her house. It was the evening of course, and she knew at least the bakery or bar was still open. Wrapping her warm shawl closer, she shuffled to the small stable by her cottage, letting her horse out. Hopefully she wouldn't bump into anyone on her way to the baker's... Riding quietly to the village, she secretly wondered of how all this witch nonsense started.
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post-apocalyptic. wrote:Well, I've got an idea for two different roleplays.
First; a boarding school roleplay where all the kids are talented in some sort of sport, including horse riding.
Second; a roleplay based off the 'Gone' series. Just abou the children in the FAYZ and such.
If you are interested in either, just let me know and I'll consider making it if I have enough time and muse. I have serious muse for a 'Gone' roleplay right now, but I'm insure if anyone would want to join.
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