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Sorry about skipping over Leith's arm throw, just now edited it :p
I finally posted Coco!
She's sleepy atm :p
She's sleepy atm :p
Coco Bean
Coco jumped. Her leaves puffed out so quickly and hardened so much that they hurt her head. Her heart skipped a beat, and then the corpse spoke.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, poking me like that?” The dead woman asked.
'B-But you're dead!' Coco said, yet no sound came out. Her necklace would not speak her words, and they were stuck in her mind as thoughts.
And then the woman took a hold of her spear and yanked. Coco nearly let go, but she yanked back. When her yank didn't pull her spear free, she brought the blunt end the woman was holding down on her face. A sickening crunch and a moan of pain were all Coco needed to hear before she yanked again, but to no avail. Though out of nowhere, an armored arm came out of nowhere and hit the woman's arms, letting Coco's spear go. Coco jumped back, 'Wasn't that fleshling dead?! What the sand is going on?!'
And the woman, cracked skull and half eaten face, stood up, picking up a piece of charred wood. "Why don't you speak, plant?" She asked, a threatening hiss and tone to her voice. Coco took a trained grip of her spear and assumed position. The woman took a step forward, and Coco met the advance with an impaled lung. The woman kept advancing, face distorted into a primal snarl.
Just as Coco started yanking to free her spear once more, the woman swung her improvised weapon at her head.
CRACK.
The last thing she'd hear, followed by the feeling of losing her balance and her warm, thick sap flowing down from her face. She was on her knees and arms and her leaves, confused, puffed up and back down several times in a short moment.
The woman leaned down and grabbed Coco by the leaves, pulled her up and wrapped her remaining hand around Coco's neck. her grip tightened, and Coco squirmed. Not because she lacked breath, as she didn't even have a trachea to begin with, but because the woman's nails were starting to dig into her neck, and the pain was unbearable.
For a moment, Coco dared not touch the undead woman, but now... As she squirmed and tried to get away, she had an idea. Instead of pulling, she pushed. With all of her remaining strength, she jumped at the woman. Narrowly avoiding stabbing herself with her own spear, she managed to take the fight right to the woman, when she prepared her hands and touched the woman's stomach.
The woman convulsed violently, and a sizzling was heard coming from the place Coco's hands met the woman's stomach. After a moment, and even though the woman's grip on Coco's throat tightened, the woman shot back a few feet, leaving a burning sensation on Coco's throat, and along the sensation, five deep gashes gushing with sap. Coco was quick on her feet, stumbling her way over to retrieve her spear as the woman convulsed, and running away. She avoided a few more undead, used her spear to push others out of the way, and finally made it to her friends, where she tripped, only to roll and try to get up again.
When she failed to get up and her leaves started freaking out again, she knew she was in trouble. She propped herself up on her elbows, yet the whole world was dizzy. She felt sick, and the wound on her head only seemed to get worse.
She rolled onto her back and everything seemed to turn into a mess of sounds, pain and darkness. She had just lost consciousness.
Coco jumped. Her leaves puffed out so quickly and hardened so much that they hurt her head. Her heart skipped a beat, and then the corpse spoke.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, poking me like that?” The dead woman asked.
'B-But you're dead!' Coco said, yet no sound came out. Her necklace would not speak her words, and they were stuck in her mind as thoughts.
And then the woman took a hold of her spear and yanked. Coco nearly let go, but she yanked back. When her yank didn't pull her spear free, she brought the blunt end the woman was holding down on her face. A sickening crunch and a moan of pain were all Coco needed to hear before she yanked again, but to no avail. Though out of nowhere, an armored arm came out of nowhere and hit the woman's arms, letting Coco's spear go. Coco jumped back, 'Wasn't that fleshling dead?! What the sand is going on?!'
And the woman, cracked skull and half eaten face, stood up, picking up a piece of charred wood. "Why don't you speak, plant?" She asked, a threatening hiss and tone to her voice. Coco took a trained grip of her spear and assumed position. The woman took a step forward, and Coco met the advance with an impaled lung. The woman kept advancing, face distorted into a primal snarl.
Just as Coco started yanking to free her spear once more, the woman swung her improvised weapon at her head.
CRACK.
The last thing she'd hear, followed by the feeling of losing her balance and her warm, thick sap flowing down from her face. She was on her knees and arms and her leaves, confused, puffed up and back down several times in a short moment.
The woman leaned down and grabbed Coco by the leaves, pulled her up and wrapped her remaining hand around Coco's neck. her grip tightened, and Coco squirmed. Not because she lacked breath, as she didn't even have a trachea to begin with, but because the woman's nails were starting to dig into her neck, and the pain was unbearable.
For a moment, Coco dared not touch the undead woman, but now... As she squirmed and tried to get away, she had an idea. Instead of pulling, she pushed. With all of her remaining strength, she jumped at the woman. Narrowly avoiding stabbing herself with her own spear, she managed to take the fight right to the woman, when she prepared her hands and touched the woman's stomach.
The woman convulsed violently, and a sizzling was heard coming from the place Coco's hands met the woman's stomach. After a moment, and even though the woman's grip on Coco's throat tightened, the woman shot back a few feet, leaving a burning sensation on Coco's throat, and along the sensation, five deep gashes gushing with sap. Coco was quick on her feet, stumbling her way over to retrieve her spear as the woman convulsed, and running away. She avoided a few more undead, used her spear to push others out of the way, and finally made it to her friends, where she tripped, only to roll and try to get up again.
When she failed to get up and her leaves started freaking out again, she knew she was in trouble. She propped herself up on her elbows, yet the whole world was dizzy. She felt sick, and the wound on her head only seemed to get worse.
She rolled onto her back and everything seemed to turn into a mess of sounds, pain and darkness. She had just lost consciousness.
A few months ago, there was this "RPG doesn't have any formatting at all" problem in my PC. I contacted Mahz, even though he seemed missing at the time. And surprise surprise, he replied and helped me! Ever since then, the problem is gone.
Was it luck? maybe? Was Mahz awesome back then? Pretty much, yeah.
The guild may not be as active or as big as before, but its certainly conserved its personality. We can still do the same things we did before guildfall with only a few changes that, in honest to heaven truth, are not palpable. You could go and say that the Guild is dying, but I see it as a... Renovation of sorts. A lot of the old, experienced writers have left and they've been replaced by new writers. New writers who happen to be as friendly and as active as the old ones were in their prime.
Where did the old writers go? I dunno, I like to think that many of them decided to try their hand at traditional writing and got themselves published.
My point is: Even though it seems like Mahz and the moderators are gone, they're still there. If you've got a serious problem, they'll help you in any way they can and will respond to you as quickly as possible.
Was it luck? maybe? Was Mahz awesome back then? Pretty much, yeah.
The guild may not be as active or as big as before, but its certainly conserved its personality. We can still do the same things we did before guildfall with only a few changes that, in honest to heaven truth, are not palpable. You could go and say that the Guild is dying, but I see it as a... Renovation of sorts. A lot of the old, experienced writers have left and they've been replaced by new writers. New writers who happen to be as friendly and as active as the old ones were in their prime.
Where did the old writers go? I dunno, I like to think that many of them decided to try their hand at traditional writing and got themselves published.
My point is: Even though it seems like Mahz and the moderators are gone, they're still there. If you've got a serious problem, they'll help you in any way they can and will respond to you as quickly as possible.
omg I just want a post in at page 300
k, done :P
k, done :P
Actually, it's a quadruple post xD
Liam catches Samson
Was it even possible for the horses to escape in such a way? By biting the straps? Had he knows the straps tying them to the wagon were of such a low quality, he would have told the rest that the horses were trying to escape, but by the Gods, how was he supposed to know?
Minutes he spend planning how to track the horses. It would have taken days, if not for the moment in which Aramir burst from the treeline--Huge, heavy draft horse on her tail.
"What the-?!" Ears perking up and tail stiffening, Liam exclaimed in surprise. In no time, Samson, the horse, had gone into camp all crazy and in panic. Wasting no time, Liam climbed atop the wagon. Then in a smooth movement, he dropped onto Samson's back. A bright flare of pain rose up from his crotch, yet he dared ignore it as best as he could. For seconds, he only let out groans and grunts as he took a hold of Samson and made the animal stop bucking.
When Samson tired himself out and was calm enough to be still, Liam dropped from the back of the animal, face scrunched up to show his discomfort. He limped one step and fell onto his butt, both hands placed over his groin.
A long, low whine was all he let out as his tail thrashed wildly.
"M... My beautiful kits..." He whispered in a ragged tone.
Was it even possible for the horses to escape in such a way? By biting the straps? Had he knows the straps tying them to the wagon were of such a low quality, he would have told the rest that the horses were trying to escape, but by the Gods, how was he supposed to know?
Minutes he spend planning how to track the horses. It would have taken days, if not for the moment in which Aramir burst from the treeline--Huge, heavy draft horse on her tail.
"What the-?!" Ears perking up and tail stiffening, Liam exclaimed in surprise. In no time, Samson, the horse, had gone into camp all crazy and in panic. Wasting no time, Liam climbed atop the wagon. Then in a smooth movement, he dropped onto Samson's back. A bright flare of pain rose up from his crotch, yet he dared ignore it as best as he could. For seconds, he only let out groans and grunts as he took a hold of Samson and made the animal stop bucking.
When Samson tired himself out and was calm enough to be still, Liam dropped from the back of the animal, face scrunched up to show his discomfort. He limped one step and fell onto his butt, both hands placed over his groin.
A long, low whine was all he let out as his tail thrashed wildly.
"M... My beautiful kits..." He whispered in a ragged tone.
I had a Lian psot ready two days ago, but I lost it :/ Give me a bit.
The Foreas' theme song, due to what I have planned for the species >)
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