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The Scarlet Masks

Never cared for magic, but if it's rare, then I can deal.

i have a character in mind, if you want me to PM you my idea :3

The Scarlet Masks

I actually like Medieval fantasy better =P

and what's an Arcana?

The Day The Earth Fell

Enjoy my short, sucky little post

I'll enjoy going back to sleep ^-^

The Day The Earth Fell

Fen turned his head to Shay and gave a yip of confirmation. He padded after her to the car, but he didn't shift back to his human form. As a wolf, Fenrir could run alongside the car and keep up. His legs were built for speed. The creature sat on his haunches as he watched Shay get in the car, practically squirming with excitement. He was anxious to see some action; it had been a while since he'd really done any good fighting.

As the car left, Fen took off after it.

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Isam turned to the gate keeper, Marcus was his name, and half out his right hand to shake. "My name is Isam," He said briefly, "Whatever you need, I can help you with." He may not have been able to turn into a two ton wolf, but Isam was pretty capable. He hailed from a country that was plagued by constant war, and had fought to live almost every day of his life before entering the city. He was nothing if not determined.

The Scarlet Masks

So would this be akin to the Victorian era, or later? Earlier?

From the ashes ((An anthro-optional post apocalyptic rp))

I may be interested.

I like making foreigners.

I have a couple characters in mind, one from Iraq, one from Russia.

Maybe you could use one of the Middle Eastern terrorist groups as part of this whole nuke war as well. Would hit closer to home to what we are dealing with in our current times.

The Day The Earth Fell

So I figured the city could have it's own little China Town off in the back.

Except with Arabs rather than Orientals.

Because of Isam's group.

The Day The Earth Fell

Isam didn't fail to notice Shay looking him up and down, sizing him up. He, however, refused to do the same to her. He had been taught by his mother, when she was still alive, to keep his eyes on a woman's face, and nothing else. The old bird, bless her heart, had been avid about teaching her son to respect people the way they ought to be respected. He could still tell, however, that Shay was a strong woman. She must have been, or else they wouldn't be calling for her in this time of need.

Everything happened quickly. One moment, they had been standing there discussing the issue, and the next, they were running towards the gate. Isam, even in his state of mental exhaustion, was in good shape. He kept up with the other two fairly easy, his boots pounding on the pavement as he jogged/ran. Beside him, he caught of glimpse of brown and tan fur.

Fen had slipped out of his sweatpants and shifted. As a wolf, his shoulders stood taller than Isam's head; his paws were big as tires. The massive creature had no problem keeping up with the three. He loped along, his large strides seeming effortless. Upon arrival at the gate, Fen skidded to a stop and looked around at the crowd that had gathered. He recognized a few faces. Marcus was there; his robotic body parts were unmistakable. Fen's tail wagged in greeting as he looked at the man.

He recognized Ramera, one of the harpies. They, of course, where probably one of the first informed. The harpies were the city's best sky watch. Fen was captivated by them; they were like angels in the sky. Nothing like the horrible creatures, also called harpies, that were in his books. He gave her a look and a tail wag as well.

And then there was Jacob. Fen didn't really know what to think of him. He never spoke to anyone, he didn't seem too overly friendly, and he kind of gave Fen the creeps. His tail stopped when his eyes landed on the man, and he quickly adverted them back to the other, friendlier faces.

Isam, who wasn't quite the social butterfly that Fen was, hardly knew anyone there. He was a man that liked to keep to himself, and maybe a few of his friends. Most of his friends, however, lived in the area in the far left corner of the city, sometimes dubbed 'Arab town'. Most of his group, the one that he had painstakingly led here, had all settled in that one area. Few of them spoke English, and the ones that did only knew a few crucial phrases. This had more or less isolated them from the rest of the city, making them like their own, small community.

A lot of his group still considered him their leader, even inside their new city home. That was part of the reason Isam lived on the other side of the city from them. He wanted to make it clear that he was not the leader of some some foreign cult that had just shown up on the city's doorsteps. The group of Arab town was free from his command, whether they wanted to be or not.

Isam came to stand by Fen, who was his closest friend here. It was hard not to like the younger man, although Isam had tried at first. The way the man often went around half dressed had rubbed Isam the wrong way at one time. But the longer he knew Fen, the more he understood. Where Fen had come from, clothing was something foreign. Being raised by wild animals was bound to leave a few strange quirks in a man.

The Day The Earth Fell

Isam hesitated before taking Shay's hand and shaking it. Men shaking hands with women was a Western culture, something he wasn't quite used to yet. But like many things, it was just something else he had to learn.

"Isam," He said simply.

Across the city, Fen had begun a curious search for his housemate. It wasn't that he was particularly nosy about Isam's business, it was just that the man worried him sometimes. What if he had another one of his episodes and got himself in trouble? Fen could remember several times that he'd taken Isam by surprise, and had found himself flat on his ass quicker than he liked to think about.

It didn't take him long to hunt the man down, what with his keen nose. Fen spotted him in the road, talking to some woman. He'd seen her before, but he didn't know her name. But the short and curly haired man was impossible to mistake.
"Hey Isam!" Fen bounded up about the same time as Sun did. Fen recognized him. He was one of the, what they called, "Blessed ones", like Fen. He was pretty cool, or at least Fen thought so.

Isam turned to look at Fen, who stood back while Sun talked. He couldn't help but notice that the younger man had, yet again, left the house only half dressed. It seemed that running around the city half naked was something that Fen did at least once a day, if not all day. He looked back to the boy, Sun, who was talking to Shay. It was something about the Dead approaching the city; that they may be in danger. Fen perked up.
"I'll come," He piped in. "I'm sure Ravenia won't mind the help."

Isam was concerned as well. Sure, he was tired, but sleep could wait. The thought of being under attack already had adrenaline running into his blood. Years of survival outside of the city had taught him to be ready on a moment's notice.
"Is there anything I can help with?" He asked.

Trade Station Alpha

I posted again

I forgot to give Omar a little spotlight

Anyone can feel free to visit him :3