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Post by huntress on Mar 26, 2005 19:48:43 GMT -5
ooc: This is my non-wolven character, but also dubbed The Huntress. Fancy that...
BIC: The Huntress lowered her blade, which gleamed against the tranquil moonlight. The stars were betrayed by the veil of fog, so thin that it appeared almost to not be there at all. The marshy terra was one she was quite used to, for rain had always accompanied her. And better still it was well suited to the decayed trees, splashed with a bitter darkness. Shadows lingered and twisted to and fro among the branches, which desperatly attempted to grasp the moon itself.
Beside her, taking in his mistress's rage, was The Huntress's panther companion. His dubbance was Karesha, and with feline grace, he slithered into the shadows to better scope out their enemies. Karesha knew as well as his mistress that there were others here, those who might challenge The Huntress, who might challenge her very existance.
This, however, could not be allowed, and so with vigilance he would stand watch to guard her. The Huntress nodded with a mild neglect, unfeeling to her own degree.
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Post by Tanon on Mar 26, 2005 20:35:04 GMT -5
((/ooc I shall join. Please excuse me if I get something wrong, I'm kind of new to this kind of board...))
Tenoch made his way through the unerringly wet terrain, with a mixed expression of wonder and disgust. How could there be so much water in one spot? And why couldn't it stop going up his boots? He obviously was prepared for a much different climate, wearing dark, light silk and a red headband that by now was saturated. Now somewhat irritated, he hacked at a one of the trees in a fit of fury untill the short blade of his sword stuck in the mossy and actively rotting trunk...
((/ooc Is that ok?))
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Post by huntress on Mar 27, 2005 11:44:54 GMT -5
o0c: I think it's fine. I usually do Wolf Rp, but I'm waiting for someone to start that kind of thread. And yeah, her spells are actual languages, not just nonsense...you'll get it when you read my post.
BIC: The Huntress stood erect, suddenly alert of another's presence. Optics darting about, she came to realize the intrusion upon her privacy, and could hear the chop of a blade against decayed wood. "Karesha, find them!" The Huntress commanded in a toneless voice, but despite the emptiness of it, chills ran down Karesha's spine.
Animals were most keen to this type of thing.
Muscles rippling under his black pelt, Karesha weaved in and out of shadow....in and out of thought. Talons raking across the soil in his fast past, mist seemed to fly past him with edging speed. The sight itself was eerie, but Karesha paid no heed, determined to do his mistress's bidding.
The Huntress watched her feline companion dwindle into nothingness from her sight, then turned an unfeeling hand to point at the trees. "Arnucx...contryne...doth!" quivered her silky voice, which held a ghostly chime, and shiver the trees did, parting for her....for this beastly thing.
Karesha continued his pace, the scent of a male flooding his every thought. With all concentration, and utmost discipline, he smothered his instinctual roar. Prey was not caught by fear, after all.
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Post by Tanon on Mar 27, 2005 14:09:30 GMT -5
Tenoch ripped the blade away from the dank wood, silently chiding himself for his sheer idiocy. Anyone could have heard that... Come to think, someone probably did... He backed slowly off the path, keeping an eye all around, still having a hard time beleving how stupid a trick he just pulled...
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Post by XxAkarixchanxX on Apr 22, 2005 1:05:09 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]A horse whined as a chilled wind blew a crossed it's back. A hand came up to clam the frightened horse. The hand was a pale white color, and the finger tips were coated in dried blood. The blood caked nails were long and sharp. The hand belonged to a young woman. She looked at her arm which had a long gash from the elbow to wrist. She licked the blood that streamed from the wound. Her face had stains of blood and her crimson eyes glowed with ecstasy from the slaughter she had recently instigated. Another breeze blew her hood off and her long black hair danced with the wind. She ripped part of her cloak and made a bandage for her arm. Her head rose when she heard sounds in the distance. She glanced at the horse once and slashed it a crossed the neck with her lethal claws. The animal dropped, instantly lifeless. She stood up and on her side was a katana. It had a midnight black sheath. The blade was permanently stained scarlet; having been soaked in the life force of her executions. The blade blazed with unused energy. She stalked closer to the noise, her soft shoes making no sound on the dew soaked ground. [/glow]
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Post by XxAkarixchanxX on Apr 22, 2005 13:47:47 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]She had abandoned her cloak by the horse, and her tattered skirt swayed with her forward motion. Her shirt was red also with a single rips in both of its elbow length sleeves. [/glow]
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Post by Konakitsune on Apr 26, 2005 18:34:46 GMT -5
(Sorry if I get some stuff wrong too, this looks like an interesting roleplay.)
A young woman sat in a tree, hidden by it's branches. She opened her eyes; her eyes glinted like emeralds in a bright light. She closed her eyes again and hugged herslef lightly to keep warm. Her short, tight, brown dress clung to her. She sighed and let one of her legs sprawl over the side of the tree, her black, tall boots scraping lightly against the tree bark. She blew away a few locks of dark cobalt blue,almost black, hair from her face.
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Post by Tanon on Jun 26, 2005 20:06:18 GMT -5
(Know something... I think everyone's gone! Is everyone gone? Because I just remembered I can delete things...)
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