Amaranth

Star Wars: TIE Fighter

I'm around!

Star Wars: TIE Fighter

Hey I got here through the IC, I'm interested if people are still around!

The Seer [A Traveling Roleplay] (IC Now open!)

As the Seer decried her dreams revenge out loud, Niana felt a wave of defeat wash over her. Her shoulders slumped. If she had cat ears they would have drooped. A fresh tide of tears came out and made their way down her already wet cheeks. Her family would never rest in peace it seemed. Their souls would be doomed to wander restlessly, justice eluding them. The feral girl wanted to storm out of the stupid human building and go running off into the wild, where she truly belonged; but for some reason she remained in front of the Seer who was doing some magic with a string. Not that Niana could understand any of it. She looked at the man next to the Seer. He smelled of herbs and spices. Some sort of shaman perhaps? It didn't matter. Niana grasped her knife around her neck with both hands and shut her eyes, trying to stem the tide of tears.

The Seer [A Traveling Roleplay] (IC Now open!)

So terrible! You must be punished *gets out flowers*

The Seer [A Traveling Roleplay] (IC Now open!)

I'm just waiting for Izaka xP

The Seer [A Traveling Roleplay] (IC Now open!)

I guess. There's you, me, Iceheart, Starbox, Athoriel, SilverWolfAngel, and NacNak but he's gone.

The Seer [A Traveling Roleplay] (IC Now open!)

It's someone's turn >.>

The Seer [A Traveling Roleplay] (IC Now open!)

*crickets*

The Seer [A Traveling Roleplay] (IC Now open!)

Posted~

The Seer [A Traveling Roleplay] (IC Now open!)

Names were being thrown at her as she stood in front of the Seer. "Whore!" one called out, "Put some damn clothes on you tart!" another slurred. Niana turned and hissed. Force of habit. A poncho was offered to her by a man next to the Seer. Niana shook her head but didn't say anything (although it's not like talking would come easily for her, years of solitude and no one to speak with will do that to a person.) As quick as a forest cat the Seer snatched the poncho and draped it over Niana, who squirmed and was obviously discomforted by the sudden covering of her body. The Seer began to speak, he or she commanded quite sternly that Niana not leave his or her side until their appointed strand of interwoven fate was unwound. The feral girl's eyes shifted uneasily to the Shaman biding his time at the side of the Seer. Suddenly, a command that made her blink in surprise. "Now speak." The Seer had said. The words were there, floating in her head, filed ever since she had first heard of the seer coming along. My family was murdered and I need help finding those responsible is what she wanted to say, but it was like there was a disconnect from her brain to her mouth. She focused herself. Her human voice came out, forming words as a child might, just learning to speak. "F-fam-ily.." She rasped, "Murdered..." It was all she could say. Painful memories flooded back. Ones she had been suppressing for so long. The faces of her family, her sister, her mother, her father all floated in her mind like three hot brands. Angry tears welled up in her eyes, full of emotion, raw like someone who had never learned to cage their inner feelings. Though tears added a gleam to her tanned skin, she did not break eye contact with the Seer.