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8 yrs ago
Mom is out of the hospital so I might actually have time to rp but we'll see
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8 yrs ago
'yo sis we need a thot slayer there's too many thots want to join the thot police we're recruiting'
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8 yrs ago
should I return?
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8 yrs ago
If that ain’t a college mood
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8 yrs ago
“Hullabaloo, and howdy doo! Musty prawns, and Timbucktu! Yeltsy-by, and hibbety-hoo! Kick ’em in the dishpan! Hoo hoo hoo!!”
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oh!!!! That makes sense.
Didn't you start it?!
@Maki Casanova
Lavica ran into Kaiden, by the way. Just because I thought it would be interesting to see them interact, hope you don't mind ^_^
And sorry my post is so short, next time I'll write something longer.
Lavica ran into Kaiden, by the way. Just because I thought it would be interesting to see them interact, hope you don't mind ^_^
And sorry my post is so short, next time I'll write something longer.
Lavica walked around Amaryth, lost and confused with no one with her. She had lost Roan once she entered the city and Lavica felt an amount of relief and fear at his disappearance. On one hand, she wouldn’t have to worry about a hungry beast feasting on her bones, but now she would have to worry about unruly men and thieving urchins. Lavica cleared her throat and glanced around the buildings for an inn for her to stay at.
Distantly, Lavica wondered what her mother would be up to at that exact moment. Lavica imagined she would be doing nothing except sitting around, cooped up in the Nizak estate. Lavica shuddered at the thought; the moment she became queen, she would set her sights on Kalnach. Her journey would be hard and long, but Lavica was positive that she would get it done. She would go down in history – she would change the world!
Without noticing it, Lavica had travelled towards the docks. Glancing around, she picked the first inn she saw – The Gutted Karak – and entered it.
“May I have a room for the night?” Lavica inquired and she received the key.
Her room did not hold the extravagance she was used to, but Lavica decided that this was best to keep a low profile in case her father had intended to come after her. Throwing the small knapsack she had onto the shabby bed, Lavica departed from the inn and walked around for a bit. There were posters all around, one of them advertising something about fighting and Lavica tore it down, folding and stuffing it into her trousers’ pocket, intending to check it out later.
The Evoker decided that maybe she should attempt to find Roan considering he had a Relic as well. She began shoving through the crowd, using her elbows and shoulders in any way possible.
“Understand?”A voice ahead of her said, and she ran into the poor. Stepping back, she called out a unladylike word which she took much pride in saying.
“Watch it.” Lavica hissed, crossing her arms and awaiting an apology even though it might have been her fault.
Distantly, Lavica wondered what her mother would be up to at that exact moment. Lavica imagined she would be doing nothing except sitting around, cooped up in the Nizak estate. Lavica shuddered at the thought; the moment she became queen, she would set her sights on Kalnach. Her journey would be hard and long, but Lavica was positive that she would get it done. She would go down in history – she would change the world!
Without noticing it, Lavica had travelled towards the docks. Glancing around, she picked the first inn she saw – The Gutted Karak – and entered it.
“May I have a room for the night?” Lavica inquired and she received the key.
Her room did not hold the extravagance she was used to, but Lavica decided that this was best to keep a low profile in case her father had intended to come after her. Throwing the small knapsack she had onto the shabby bed, Lavica departed from the inn and walked around for a bit. There were posters all around, one of them advertising something about fighting and Lavica tore it down, folding and stuffing it into her trousers’ pocket, intending to check it out later.
The Evoker decided that maybe she should attempt to find Roan considering he had a Relic as well. She began shoving through the crowd, using her elbows and shoulders in any way possible.
“Understand?”A voice ahead of her said, and she ran into the poor. Stepping back, she called out a unladylike word which she took much pride in saying.
“Watch it.” Lavica hissed, crossing her arms and awaiting an apology even though it might have been her fault.
Well, this died. If it picks back up again, please PM me ^_^
This obviously died. If it starts up again, please PM me.
Well, this has obviously died so if it picks up again, PM me. Till then, adieu.
Wraithblade6 said
So who are you going to play that will be able to interact with everyone else?
I'll mostly be cutting to scenes of Viorica and Vladimir and then GM it by giving hints of where she might have gone ^_^
Viorica paced around her room, having left the dining room when she couldn’t get the privacy that she so desperately wanted. She raked her hands through her hair and almost tore it out with anger at the thought of him. He was the bane of her existence and he would be the death of her. Viorica threw herself into the plush red chair next to the fire. Restless, she sat up again and stripped from her ruined dress, standing in nothing but her silk slip.
Suddenly, the large window slammed open and a bat flew in, smoothly transforming into a beautiful man. His platinum blond hair was slicked back with a single lock falling into his amber eyes and his strong, pale jaw clenched and unclenched. Viorica’s heart fluttered and thundered in her chest with fear and something else.
“Viorica…” He spoke, his voice satin in the thick air.
“Vladimir, it has been…awhile.” Viorica whispered, covering herself self-consciously.
“You are as beautiful as ever.”
“Stop – don’t flatter me, you vile, disgusting cre-.” Vladimir snarled, lunging and grasping her throat and chin with his strong hands.
“Don’t call me such names, not with the history we’ve had.” He seethed, his lips curling in dissatisfaction.
“You wouldn’t kill me, Vladimir. Like you said, not with the history we’ve had.” Despite her bravado, Viorica swallowed fearfully and averted her eyes from Vladimir’s golden ones.
It was silent until Vladimir swooped down and pressed his pale lips to Viorica’s red-smeared ones. It was a passionate kiss, searing and burning into their minds as they knew what was to become. This was the end of their tragic love story.
Pulling away, Vladimir rested his forehead against hers as he crushed her beneath his hand, her face crumbling under the pressure of his marble strength. In one last act of compassion, Vladimir impaled her neck with his fangs and headily sucked up her undead blood that poured from her veins, stolen blood that she herself had ingested an hour before. Vladimir always loved the taste of her skin, the suppleness of her flesh giving way to his ivory canines. Viorica fell slack, her eyes glassy and her life barely clinging to her dead body. Vladimir embraced her body, slowly lowering to the ground. He travelled to her closet and picked a dress that Viorica never had the guts to throw out; it was plain and blood-soaked – it was the dress she was turned in, something that held such sentimental value that she could never leave it no matter what. Vladimir elegantly slipped Viorica in it.
Viorica could feel the life drain from her neck and crushed face; to die so broken, like a shattered China doll, it was disgraceful, but at least Vladimir allowed her to keep her decency. Viorica let out a hollow chuckle as a dim thought crossed her mind: at least she was going out with a bang…
“Please, don’t leave me here.” Viorica barely managed to say through her twisted lips. “I want to…be outside when I go instead of in this stuffy room.”
“Of course, Viorica.” Vladimir said lovingly, caressing Viorica’s face before lifting her into his arms and disappearing.
If anyone were to enter the room, all they would see would be her blood leading to the window and then nothing. There was no trace, no evidence of what had transpired, and Viorica’s heart faltered as she plummeted to the ground in her ex-lover’s arms, completely limp.
“I hope…my death won’t be pointless.” Her mere words seemed to break Vladimir’s icy exterior as he glanced down at her with his impenetrable golden orbs.
“Your death is coming, my sweet, but not yet. I still have plans for you yet.”
Suddenly, the large window slammed open and a bat flew in, smoothly transforming into a beautiful man. His platinum blond hair was slicked back with a single lock falling into his amber eyes and his strong, pale jaw clenched and unclenched. Viorica’s heart fluttered and thundered in her chest with fear and something else.
“Viorica…” He spoke, his voice satin in the thick air.
“Vladimir, it has been…awhile.” Viorica whispered, covering herself self-consciously.
“You are as beautiful as ever.”
“Stop – don’t flatter me, you vile, disgusting cre-.” Vladimir snarled, lunging and grasping her throat and chin with his strong hands.
“Don’t call me such names, not with the history we’ve had.” He seethed, his lips curling in dissatisfaction.
“You wouldn’t kill me, Vladimir. Like you said, not with the history we’ve had.” Despite her bravado, Viorica swallowed fearfully and averted her eyes from Vladimir’s golden ones.
It was silent until Vladimir swooped down and pressed his pale lips to Viorica’s red-smeared ones. It was a passionate kiss, searing and burning into their minds as they knew what was to become. This was the end of their tragic love story.
Pulling away, Vladimir rested his forehead against hers as he crushed her beneath his hand, her face crumbling under the pressure of his marble strength. In one last act of compassion, Vladimir impaled her neck with his fangs and headily sucked up her undead blood that poured from her veins, stolen blood that she herself had ingested an hour before. Vladimir always loved the taste of her skin, the suppleness of her flesh giving way to his ivory canines. Viorica fell slack, her eyes glassy and her life barely clinging to her dead body. Vladimir embraced her body, slowly lowering to the ground. He travelled to her closet and picked a dress that Viorica never had the guts to throw out; it was plain and blood-soaked – it was the dress she was turned in, something that held such sentimental value that she could never leave it no matter what. Vladimir elegantly slipped Viorica in it.
Viorica could feel the life drain from her neck and crushed face; to die so broken, like a shattered China doll, it was disgraceful, but at least Vladimir allowed her to keep her decency. Viorica let out a hollow chuckle as a dim thought crossed her mind: at least she was going out with a bang…
“Please, don’t leave me here.” Viorica barely managed to say through her twisted lips. “I want to…be outside when I go instead of in this stuffy room.”
“Of course, Viorica.” Vladimir said lovingly, caressing Viorica’s face before lifting her into his arms and disappearing.
If anyone were to enter the room, all they would see would be her blood leading to the window and then nothing. There was no trace, no evidence of what had transpired, and Viorica’s heart faltered as she plummeted to the ground in her ex-lover’s arms, completely limp.
“I hope…my death won’t be pointless.” Her mere words seemed to break Vladimir’s icy exterior as he glanced down at her with his impenetrable golden orbs.
“Your death is coming, my sweet, but not yet. I still have plans for you yet.”
So I am gonna post and I have a curveball for you guys, Viorica isn't dying. I was going to leave this, but after writing, I felt much better after my disastrous week and decided to continue this. So, Viorica is NOT dead, she will come back (:< I will still be roleplaying, but it will be shorter and so this way it won't hold up the rp.
This is Vladimir by the way....
This is Vladimir by the way....
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