Status

Recent Statuses

9 yrs ago
Current Going to a festival fellas! So for the coming week I won't be able to post.
9 yrs ago
When you marathon Rick & Morty S2 and expected laughs but the ending just slaps you in the face...
9 yrs ago
School's in full "consume all his time"-mode so no posts for just a lil longer. Sorry folks! I promise I'll make up for it in the weekend!
10 yrs ago
Going to take a small break on most of my RPs for maybe a week or so.
10 yrs ago
Not near an actual keyboard until 21/06

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

Alexis Farreacher


Location: Callie's Car
Interacting with: Callie Lenson@Caits

Small things, that was alright for Alexis. Though deep inside she really wanted to see if she could ever be a panther. Or rather, just an oversized black cat. But apparently that was considered demonic and she wasn’t about to try anything that sounded that bad. But she did notice a small detail. The enzymes. She thought it told her two things: one, that certain enzymes somehow control the magic and that there might be something that does have those enzymes. Or there was a more biological explanation. Something to do about body mass. Alexis knew that there had to be, at the very least, some correlation between magic and science. Still, she was happy. “I do hope someday I can soar in the sky.” She mumbled, with a smile, looking up through the window into the blue sky.

“But was it sentient?” an odd question, but so far everyone talked about it like it was a monster. Like some feral wolf that just wanted to kill. Or turn, apparently. But it was a werewolf. Meaning that at some point it had to shift back to its human form, no? “Like, did it make a choice to bite them? Or was it like, an involuntary need?” That sounded a lot more frightening. The more she now thought about it, the more she realized. It didn’t eat them, so she felt that biting them was a conscious choice. He wanted to make more werewolves. “What if it’s his plan, you know? To turn them all? Maybe he wants to use them… Can it?” The question droned through her. It felt like a clever plan. Instead of raising them cub by cub just bite a handful and see which ones survive. Or maybe it was to distract Zoe? Alexis didn’t know terribily much about magic yet, but she knew about lunar magic. The moon itself was a powerful source of power. Maybe the werewolf wants to do something that night? She’d have to ask Callie that soon. But right then, another thing came up.

Her friends. Or rather acquaintances. She was going to help them. Or at least, try to. But how could she do that if they didn’t know they could trust her? Even now she knew she was just the weird girl in the group. A bit of a loner, a bit of a weirdo. She couldn’t just walk up to them in school and say: ‘hey, I’m a witch, which is a supernatural just like you guys! Mind if we hang?’ No, she had to talk to them. In private. And when would they be more private and more together than now? In the hospital? “Callie… I appreciate that you want to teach me how to fight. I really do and maybe we could do that later today?” she started off, hoping she didn’t sound too rude. “Instead… I feel like I first should visit my friends.” But then she swallowed. No they weren’t her friends. Not yet. “I mean, classmates. We probably should talk about the whole… me being a witch thing and… I’d feel a lot better if you were there with me.”

Going to post something soon! (I hope...)
@The Valkyrie Oh no no no, no toes stepped on mate! Not at all, no worries. Now that I think of it, William really would act hostile against Julianna so what you said makes sense.
@Fabricant451 Of course, not saying that she is an enemy or that anyone especially is for that matter--except maybe her rivals and the Prince of Abhainn, haha--but that doesn't make them friends either. But she does seem to plenty of motivations for the moment to play to Julianna's side.


If I may, why the prince of Abhainn?
Probably going to make some sort of elder vampire.
I love how everyone who dislikes the marriage arrangements is literally lining up in a distance.

William Pengrance

Location; Kingdom of Abhainn
Interacting With; Amaryliss Ward@Pundii and Lady Alice@Lionhearted


With wind blowing through his hairs, William sped through the forest to eventually reach the clearing. In the distance he already saw them. The carriages bringing his future queen. One forced upon him through some peace treaty. William had no quarrels with his father. But the peace was a foolish choice. Even with the best intentions, William could not understand why his old man chose that fate for his kingdom. The kingdom of Henry the Conqueror. So many generations ago a man built himself a kingdom and took half of Slibah. Now here they stood, trying to erase that conquest, as well as generations of Abhainn blood spilled on the battlefield with a thin wedding veil. If it was William’s choice, he’d reject the peace and the wedding. He’d rally the lords and knights once more and charge for his king. But it wasn’t William’s choice. It would never be his choice and he had resigned himself to that fate a long time ago.

Still, that didn’t mean he had to appear to be appeased by it. Quite the contrary, William chose to be rebellious. He left the castle a few days ago to go hunting. Giving the steward quite a headache. Or so he’d like. Of course, not showing up at all to great the many lords and ladies of Slibah would be an offense he could not make. Still, he made other choices. Like arriving drenched in sweat, smelling rather earthly for days in the woods. His hair was an absolute mess and to the side of his horse he strapped 3 dead rabbits. Small spots of blood visible on their fur. They’d make wonderful mittens for the winter. William arrived just after King Jack murdered his announcer. Still, he noticed the body being dragged away from the place, which earned a raised eye brow. It wasn’t someone from Abhainn. Or at least nobody he knew, so why care? As he looked back up towards the crowd, one of the stewards approached.

“My prince, you can’t!” He pleaded, almost desperate. “You must understand. There are other lords here. And ladies.” The way he said ladies disturbed William. “You must bathe. Or at least change your clothes. I insist.” The steward could insist all he wanted. Will didn’t care. In fact, he chose the outfit many days ago precisely because he know how his older half-brother went. Regal in deep red and royal gold. A true king greeting his queen. Will also knew how Julianna would look. Or at least, he took a guess. Long dress, a beautiful crown. Rings. Jewels. But on the opposite of all that, William would stand. Dressed in mud-brown with green. More like a huntsman than a prince. Even with the bow still strapped on his back. He had considered to offer her the slain rabbits as a gift. But he’d probably earn a scolding from his brother for that one and he could do with one now.

Still, not caring at all for the stewards pleads, William moved himself through the crowd. Until he spotted a rather surprising beauty: Lady Amaryllis. William barely recognized her. He was far too young when she left. Only after then did he start to hear the gossips about her. Right to the point where they absolutely ran wild. Was there truth to them? William couldn’t say. But as he strode straight towards her, he hoped some of it was. But then he saw Lady Alice, as well. Another admirer. Of course, the old flames came to see what replaced them. It was a bit of a crude thought, William knew. But why else would someone like Lady Alice stand here, outside? William knew of the lady’s hunger for power.

He approached both women from behind, looking over them to see his Queen in waiting: Julianna. Stunning, but Slibah. Which made his stomach clench. How could his brother even stand the sight of her? “Lady Amaryllis. What a pleasant surprise.” He came to stand next to her, not taking his gaze off Julianna. She was far too close to his brother. “What a beauty.” He said, though there was something off in his voice. A tone that sound a bit wrong. “How many days do you think it will hold?” That was straight out of line. And he knew it. But right now he was amongst, what he hoped he could consider, someone with an equal goal. He barely could stand the sight alone.
Looks interesting.
@HushedWhispers I've finished my prince of Abhainn! I hope you (and everyone else) like him.

© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet