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Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

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Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

With a frustrated snort that the beast managed to remain ahead of her, Anora quickened her pace. When they entered a rather deserted back alleyway, the thought that it could be leading her into a trap crossed her mind, but she knew this neighborhood like the back of her hand, and while, if she recalled correctly, ghouls had strength on their side, she had range and power.
She smirked when the creature turned down a branch in the alleyway she knew led to a dead-end. This was her chance to corner it.
Anora spread her arms slightly wider as she advanced upon the opening in the brick buildings, her speed never faltering, and the energy around her hands growing in anticipation.
She shouted in surprise when something latched onto her wrist the moment she stepped into the opening. Her arm yanked back painfully as it took her legs an extra moment to get the memo of the need to stop. Before she could spin around to face whoever had caught her, her feet were lifted from the ground by her arm. Trying to use the momentum of the action while keeping her left shoulder from dislocating, she swung her free magic-encased fist toward her attacker. The power crackled angrily over her fingers, but the feeling of dipping in cold water flowed over her body from where her captor gripped her, making her fist freeze mid swing and the vibrant energy fizzle out.
Panic blossomed in her chest and crossed her face as she realized she could not move, but the expression changed the moment she registered who--or, rather, what--had a hold on her. Anora gawked at the woman standing before her, from the scales that covered her very feminine body in a natural armored garment and jade-like plates over her lean stomach, to her voluptuously emerald hair moving of its own volition. Though reptilian, the impressively tall woman was nothing short of the most beautiful creature she had ever laid eyes on. Though Anora could still move her mouth, could look the creature over, words failed her, leaving her only to stare in amazed horror.
Her only answer to the woman’s indubitably rhetorical question, the woman’s musical voice holding a regal air, was an extended, ever brilliant, “Uh...” However, the prickle of the woman’s claws on her cheeks had a sobering effect, and Anora's nose and lips rose in a quiet snarl. This was very real. And if she did not collect herself, she would become another corpse added to the pile of “godly beasts” the woman claimed to have killed.
Of all the ways she had imagined stumbling upon another with some sort of power, having a scaly hitwoman out for her had not been one of them.
For the second time that day, Anora’s heart ferreted madly in her chest.
The moment her paralysis wore off, her right arm, its muscles still tensed in its swing, followed through with its punch, only to hit empty air as she fell to hands and knees on the concrete. She scrambled back to her feet, looking around wildly for the woman, but her search was in vain. She flinched and ducked cautiously as the reptillion woman’s cruel, disembodied laughter echoed around the alleyway. Her body tense and adrenaline coursing through her, she held her hands in front of her defensively, an indecisive mist of violet and gold swirling around her arms as it waited for her full command as to what form to take. The gold in her eyes intensified with the use of the power, her amethyst irises alight with a faint glow.
“Bring it, puny Gecko!” she shouted in response to the woman’s insults as she turned, trying to locate the speaker. Then, her eyes settled back on the ghoul she had been chasing, the creature standing some forty feet down the alley.
She gasped when the beast let out a moan filled with the drone of flies, wasps, and many other creeping bugs that emerged from its jaws in a pool of sickeningly yellow puss. Yet, it was the snakes, of all things, that burst from its skull that made her take a full startled step back, ready to run, but the cold, liquidy sensation slid up her leg. She jumped forward before it could spread too far, and it faded as quickly as it had started.
She only had one option, then.
Holding her breath, her body shaking slightly in fear, she had no time to waste. She could only hope what practice she had, even if it had been against foes existing only in her imagination, would suffice.
She swallowed hard, then inhaled sharply through her nose as the beast rushed toward her. In a single, swift movement, she crossed her arms in front of her, then stepped forward as she yanked them apart again. The mist that had coalesced around them stretched and formed into a shimmering translucent barrier of purple strewn with golden spider webs, followed her arms as she threw them partially behind her, then disconnected to stand on its own. The comforting tingle of the magical barrier surrounded her, caressing her skin as her powers eagerly awaited her next order.
Even her powers felt slightly different today. More fervid, more willing to obey as if even they knew she was in danger. Following some unfamiliar instinct, she waited until the ghoul was slightly closer, swished her left arm in front of her once more, then placed an open palm on the inside of the barrier. At her touch, electric sparks engulfed the outside, and she ran toward the ghoul with a wordless battle cry, the heat and electricity radiating from the shield making her hair stand slightly on end even on her protected side. Though she hoped to ram into the beast with all the fury of a lightning storm, she remained ready to turn should it dodge, to fire the crepitating shield she had created wherever it went. Even, perhaps, to wrap it in a prison of sparkling gold and deep purple.

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

Victoria spared Illyad only a quick glance as he left. She looked up at Alex at the sound of her name, her pale-blue eyes slightly glossy. She took a deep, tremulous breath as he spoke. At his comment about Illyad, she gave a breathy, hysteric laugh.
“He... he does seem rather like the no-nonsense type,” she offered. She took another breath and sat up straight, her gaze on the ceiling as she rubbed the back of her neck.
She jumped when Alex’s phone went off from the kitchen, alerting all within earshot that he had received a text message. Her aunt, she guessed. Victoria had completely forgotten the woman was going to get back to her.
Slowly, as if testing whether or not her legs would work, she stood and went to retrieve the cellphone from the drawer chest she had left it on.
She leaned heavily against the chest as she checked the message. Her prediction proved correct. Aunt Cass had messaged with a service store’s address and all other necessary information for her to pick up a new phone. She texted back a quick “Thanks,” then gently replaced it on the chest.
She remained there, her weight mostly supported by the furniture item, just visible to the side of the doorway.
Alex's statement “Not in the centuries I’ve been alive,” had rekindled a question that was rather unimportant, but still, she asked.
“How old are you, anyway?”

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Glad you liked the video! It cracks me up every time.

No worries! It read a bit easier, anyway! Sounds like Pahn has an unrivaled liking for pizza. xD

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Anora’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel as she drove. The sensation that something lurked just beyond the safe shell of her car only intensified, hanging thick and almost palpable in the air. It set her on edge, every loud noise or sudden movement making her snap to attention. A couple times, a purple-gold mist swirled about her before she hastily banished it before it could do any damage. She already had a busted dresser. She did not need to add her car to that list.
Get ahold of yourself! she scolded herself with a scowl. That dream wasn’t that bad. Even as she thought it, a part of her knew there was something more to it than that, the maddening question of, “But what?” driving her near to insanity. Her tapping on the steering wheel intensified. By the time she pulled into the parking lot of Piggly Wiggly’s Grocery, she was surprised she had not created a series of dents in the faux leather.
Turning the car off, she took a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm her nerves and the ever-growing paranoia. Checking the time quickly on her phone, she sighed, and exited the car.
She straightened her shirt, then ducked back inside to grab her wallet from the dash. Though she could not say what made her look up, she found herself glancing to the opposite side of the street in front of her.
She gasped and, forgetting she was still partially inside the car, tried to straighten. A painful-sounding thunk followed by a moaned “Ow!” came from the cab. Anora pulled from the car, her wallet and phone dropping back onto the driver’s seat as she reached to rub the sore spot where her head had hit the assist handle.
She pushed the pain aside as she straightened and leaned on the open door, her amethyst gaze falling on a creature with rotting flesh and clothing in little better state hanging from its cadaverous body.
Had she finally cracked? Were her dreams spilling over into reality, or, perhaps, had she not actually woken up yet? No one else seemed to notice the zombie... no, that wasn’t quite right. It looked less human than a zombie. She had read once about a creature known as a ghoul. Zombie-like, yet not a zombie. Less mindless. More tactical, even though they shared the same affinity for human flesh.
Never taking her eyes off the creature, she closed the car door and took a couple tentative steps toward it, still trying to decide whether she had gone crazy or was, at long last, encountering one of the creatures she had so ardently studied. There was only one thing she was sure of; if she did not jump upon the opportunity to find out now whether it was real or a hallucination, she may never know. And every fiber of her being had to know.
The creature stepped away as slowly as she stepped forward, but it still stared at her with its beady, hungry eyes.
On the sidewalk opposite the creature, Anora dared tear her gaze away only long enough to glance down either side of the street to check for oncoming traffic. She sprinted across the street toward the living corpse, the chains on her shirt and pants clinking together and the task of shopping all but forgotten.
The ghoul turned and ran from her on surprisingly fast legs for a maggot-infested body.
“HEY!” she shouted after it as she wove through those crowding the sidewalk, gaining her a few choice words and nasty looks from people she nearly ran into. But she paid them no mind, her attention focused solely on the being she had only hoped could exist as she chased it through the city. Her sizzling magic, as invisible to the nearby humans as the ghoul seemed to be, formed around her fists, the magic ready in case the creature turned on her.
“GET BACK HERE!”

Mystery Inc: No Trace Left Behind { Angel & Siaya }

Nate blinked in the sudden light, his eyes adjusting slightly quicker from already being accustomed to the illumination of his flashlight, which he now held almost defensively in front of him. The familiar phrase of “Zoinks” gave him pause. But, unless Shaggy had drunk a potion-gone-wrong and turned into a female, the mouth from which the exclamation came was not one he recognized.
His left shoulder throbbed slightly where the door had hit him, but he ignored it. He looked down at the brown-eyed woman who had fallen back to the floor, an old, burnt-out electrical box now that much more busted laying not far from her and a table marked with dents, slashes, and a few burn marks. Perhaps ”junk room” would have been a better term for the large space. Shelves lined the walls, each filled mostly with what looked like discarded bits of laboratory equipment, from beakers discolored from use, to the largest cracked telescope lens Nate had ever seen tucked away in a corner, and everything between and beyond.
“Who the holy hedgehogs are you?” Nate asked the woman, staring at her with a mix of disappointment and surprise. He had the feeling that, whoever she was, she was not the one responsible for Mystery Inc.’s disappearance.

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The ease at which her attack succeeded shocked Izzy. Cerasus did not so much as raise a hand to push or pry her away. With the strength and speed he had displayed thus far, she was sure he could have. What was he playing at? But any reservations that still clung to her faded the moment the thick, crimson ambrosia poured over her tongue. How much she drank or for how long, she could not say, nor did she care. She felt Cerasus begin to tremble in her grasp, but paid it little mind. It took her a short moment to realize when he spoke, but she heard his quiet words all the same.
Then the sound of Trevor’s voice called for her attention. Reluctantly, she pulled from Cerasus’ neck, licking red from her lips as she looked to her friend, surprised he had exited the building. Though he had shown a disregard for his own safety at least once before with Psychotic Episode, this was no battle with a half-vampire.
“What’re you doing?” she groaned out, panic at him being in the open in her eyes. Her brows furrowed at his second statement. He was the one who suggested slaying Cerasus, and now where was something not right about it?
She stared at him contemplatively at his question. Her attention turned to Cerasus again at the change in the atmosphere, but before she could so much as say something, a portion of the barn blasted away. Even half drained of his blood, his powers were still frighteningly impressive.
“Trevor!” she shouted, her grip on Cerasus loosening as debris rained down on her friend. “You leave him alone!” she growled in Cerasus’ ear. She returned Trevor’s gaze when he looked to her, apparently unharmed.
What had he seen that she had missed? She ran everything pertinent to the situation leading up to this day through her head as quickly as she could, from Cerasus’ promise to return her to humanity in payment for the regain of his powers, to his shockingly quick resignation the moment she went for the kill.
Slowly, she looked from Trevor to Cerasus. “You... want this. Don’t you?” Her brows furrowed deeper. “But then, why not have just let yourself die the night I found you? Why drag yourself who-knows-how-far to save yourself?”

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Oh! Well, thanks. :-) Seriously, though, I love the dream memory. Kudos to your imagination! (And I'm thankful you didn't mind that I did that. Heh. Wasn't sure if you'd find it annoying or not.)

... *Cries. Gets over it, pulls out an insanely thick dictionary, and puts my thinking face on. Whispers excitedly,* Let's do this!

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

Full Name: Anora Rose Feldington. She’s told it’s a name that’s been in her family for as long as anyone can remember.

Nickname: Nora. Her closest friends occasionally call her Cam, which is short for “Chameleon,” gained thanks to her frequently changing her hair color.

Age: 19, though she gets told she looks younger. Much to her annoyance.

Race: Guardian

Appearance: Nora is of a petite build, stands at about 5’5”, and weighs around 117 pounds. Her hair falls just below her shoulders and, though naturally a honey brown, is currently died black. However, she likes to change this every few months, though rarely goes with natural hair colors. Out of her entire appearance, her eyes are both the strangest and most memorable part about her: a deep amethyst lined in black and flecked with gold. As far as she knows, no one in her family history shared the same eye color.

Distinguishing Marks: She has a “birthmark” on the front of her right shoulder. It’s black and looks more like a tattoo than a birthmark. It is in the shape of a wonky S with a slash through it: the symbol of the Guardians.

Clothes Wear: Pretty much along the same style as the above picture. Depending on the current color of her hair, she adds accessories that match it as an accent color to her normal Gothic style. She also has multiple ear piercings, which are always filled with some kind of interesting combination of earrings.

Occupation: Waitress at a small mom-and-pop place. Evening shifts, normally. Since she’s known the owners most of her life, they thankfully don’t care about her rather quirky hairdos. Though they do still make her wear their uniform of slacks and a simple shirt.

Power: At present, she has only discovered the ability to generate a sort of magical energy. While she can see it in a physical form, humans, at least, cannot. So far, she has used it to move objects, target practice when she got really bored, thinks she might be capable of creating a force-field (though she has not actually tested it), and a simple manifestation that she can play and form into various shapes.

Weapons: She keeps a knife in one of her boots, because “you never know when you’ll need a knife.” She found it at an antique store her mother dragged her to once. Its hilt is what looks like a varnished silver, and has various mythical creatures depicted on it, a couple of them with colored stones for eyes. Whether or not it’s actually legal for her to have something with the blade length it has, she can’t say, but she still keeps it on her. Its sheath is carefully attached to the inside of a boot so it still keeps the weapon hidden, but accessible.

Personality: Anora is an adventurous sort of girl, and is often the instigator of the misadventures she and her friends often have. She is open-minded--after all, she has powers, so why can’t there be other things out there equally shrouded in magic and mystery?--and her curiosity knows no bounds, which, when mixed with her rather impulsive behavior, is known to get her into trouble. She won’t give up until she’s gotten whatever she’s after, and she tends to be a bit more self-assured than she should be.

Quirks: Twirls her hair. Bites lip when nervous. Rarely seen not listening to music outside of work. Always keeps a sketch pad and drawing utensils in her backpack.

Family: Parents: Jannette and Austin Feldington. Siblings: Melodramatic Madelyn (fourteen years old) and nosy Ethan (twelve years old).

Other: Has a fear of heights and snakes. Is addicted to French fries slathered in both cheese and ketchup. Always brings a backpack to work with a change of clothes so she can change out as soon as her shift is over. Whenever she uses her powers, the gold in her eyes intensifies and the purple glows slightly. She draws, a lot, and is extremely talented with it.

Short Bio: Since she was a small child, Nora knew she was different, and so did her family. For one thing, while she had her mother’s hair--which her siblings also inherited--her eyes were enough to give anyone pause.
Her parents were loving people, and did their best to raise her and her siblings fairly, but for as long as she can remember, there has always been this nagging feeling lurking in the back of her mind; as much as she loves her family, she has never felt like she truly, fully belonged, like there was something more out there for her, something that she just had not yet seen. So, through the years, she has held onto the hope of finding out what, exactly, was missing.
She found herself drawn to the concept of mythological creatures and beings, studying about them in her free time. Something about the myths and lore seemed to help fill that inexplicable longing.
Then the dreams started. She was around fifteen when her dreams became haunted by lucid visions of creatures and wars she could not explain. From god-like beings and ferocious monsters, to docile creatures she had only seen through fairy tales all ran rampant through her unconscious mind, feeling more like long-forgotten memories than nightmares and dreams merely the product of her fascination.
Sometime when she was sixteen, she discovered her powers by accident one night when she was furious with her parents. After storming to her room, a purplish aura seemed to flood her vision, before it swirled with her anger and sent things flying from any open surface.
From then on, she had another thing to devote her time and efforts to: developing and figuring out how to control the new power that she had gained. Something about its use just felt right. Like it was meant to be, like she had known it was there all along, waiting for the right moment to manifest.
For about the next three years, she worked on controlling and using her powers, seeing what she could do with them with her limited knowledge and space to test them. The longing to find that “something missing” only grew. If she had powers, there had to be more out there, others with abilities like hers, right?
But, alas, she never encountered anyone else with magic, at least that she knew of. That is, until she ran into him.

Melodramatic Deities and an Ageless Taste for Pizza

First off, that RP title! It's just amazing.

Your working vocabulary is freaking outstanding. Though, admittedly, I kind of felt like I was trying to decipher an original copy of Shakespeare or something. Heh. Which also makes me think of this. xD

Hope you don't mind that I reiterated the dream, both to add in Anora's view, and make sure I got the gist of it. Let me know if I need to adjust anything!