Nephriel said
Sorry about that guys... Family emergency came up. I'm back now.
Glad to have you back!
I have one other thing to finish writing for and some graphic work and then I'll post for Kylmi again soon.
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Glad to have you back!
I have one other thing to finish writing for and some graphic work and then I'll post for Kylmi again soon.
Sorry for my slight absence, I've been making trips to the hospital after work the past couple of days.
But I'm off for the weekend [yay] so I'm going to push myself into finish my post and other graphic things.
But I'm off for the weekend [yay] so I'm going to push myself into finish my post and other graphic things.
Sixsmith said
Get that kindle, water proof it with a large plastic baggy (careful, water droplets are assholes and can act like a multiple tiny finger presses to do stupid stuff to your crap), get a bottle of wine and a glass for it, set up a shelf in your shower, and commence the best goddamn shower in your entire life. Provided you have enough heat for a warm shower.
I will have to try this in the near future!
JJ Doe said
JJβs Random Comment of the Day:Does anyone play Pokemon or Tekken? How about Pokken? Cause that exists now. .
I saw it on my news feed the other day, it looks cool. dx
On a update: I'm writing gradually and finishing Roy's image, I was just beyond drained earlier in the evening [it's four in the morning for me right now too] and really didn't have the energy to write. Magdalena is being a little stubborn to write for this time around, but I have the majority of what I want, it's just little details here and there to add.
Anyways, this song was originally for Mags during her "changes" from apathetic doll to battle hungry psycho, but I find [think] it fits Sofia as well:
The Birthday Massacre - Blue
The entire procession, to Kylmi, felt like hours but could not have been no more than a few dawdling minutes to decide their, potential, ultimate fates. This could have been faulted on the fact that time was still not within her grasp, days could have been years and she wouldn't have realized. The repercussions of longevity combined with a prolonged torture saw to that in malicious detail, and she reflected on that briefly as the Kelpie beneath her stirred at the tumultuous effect of her mirroring empathy. Bleached hooves stomped, cantered, lanky hocks quivering in a rising anticipation of battle as blunted dentures and fangs snapped at any passer by that drifted too close to the Nymph. Some flinched and ushered their horses away, some whinnying their discomfort as the inky, hideous creature bore down upon them with milky eyes and teeth, the bones woven through mane and tail clattering eerily with his fervor. Only when he craned his thin neck around and gnashed his teeth against her plated shin did Kylmi stir from her musings, she hissed much like a tempestuous feline and bared her own simper and kicked his bony, gaunt face.
"Do that again and I'll return you to your mistress as a thorn festooned corpse." To emphasize her threat, dark tines began to writhe against his oily pelt, scraping bone and flesh and tangling deeper through his threads, her claws tugged on the plaits of his mane and directed him back into a straight tread. The Kelpie was still wild by temperament and his stubbornness shown in his random intervals in trying to gallop forward but for the most part he remained sullen and brooding, blowing through his velvet snout to broadcast his agitation. Kylmi smirked at that.
Then pay attention you wilting plant, the air is rife with enough tension without you adding to it.
She did not anticipate its' voice, a horrid sound that was neither feminine or masculine but a mindless droning cadence that was hollow and raspy, as if raked over bones and shards of glass. It was chilling and her body involuntarily shuddered when those peerless orbs seemed to rotate madly within its' hideous face and glare back at her. Thesipha had a sick, twisted sense of humour to make her ride such a thing.
"Do you have a name?" She inquired to him, her fingers woven tightly among slick hair and tangled reeds.
Your kind cannot, would not, be able to pronounce it, not unless you wish to kill everyone here. Kylmi flinched at the implication, though nearly emotionless and apathetic in tone, the prospect was enough to ward her.
"I'll just call you Bones, then." The Kelpie didn't seem to mind, or care rather, and simply whipped his long, inky tail in response. Which she didn't complain about, one could only receive his voice for so long. Bones did not seem to mind the presence of her Frelseren, but in the company of Tarwin and Mundhir, he was mocking at best: snapping teeth, and resonating a strange click and grating noise somewhere within his throat that vibrated up through Kylmi's legs, she kicked him again. She couldn't imagine how he would face in the line of silver imposing across the hill and once again she glanced up, since they left the ruins she had felt eyes on her, admiration once again of course but also a slight appreciation for the fact she had donned armour rather than sporting nothing but flowers all cleverly placed. Her glassy, peridot eyes briefly glanced back over her bare shoulder, Shorus, as she had come to know by his preference of speech had taken to staring her down across her backside. Her stare flickered away as Bones made a low sound of displeasure, he obviously didn't appreciate attention, unlike she.
Kylmi drifted back into her thought, much to Bone's displeasure but remained silent otherwise. It had been nearly an entire century since had last even attempted to fight and even during their impromptu jailbreak, she had lingered behind and did nothing but be carried out into the light. She questioned her capabilities and tried to recall on memory of battle etiquette when the Prince's timbre broke through her revere. And not for the first time he pulled her from the brink of her darkening subconscious thought process, her stare brightened, lifting by the ascension of her smile that nearly beamed - canines and all.
"You presume right," Kylmi nearly purred, tipping her antlers donned in the pieces of her headdress and the wink of polished malachite. "I'll show you that and more." She uttered the latter to herself, in which Bones snorted through his nose and bared blunt teeth at Mundhir's choice of words.
This boy has no idea what he rides next to on that pitiful creature of his own.
The Nymph amused Bones with the digging of her stiletto heels, urging him forward when suddenly he reared, lashing out with his bony hooves and if it weren't for her vines and tight grip within his mane, she would've fallen. The sound he made was a deep, stuttering growl that capered off in a peculiar whinny that made her shudder.
"What the hell -"
Look at the creature the Elder Prince rides. His voice intoned, almost sounding bitter and within awe.
Kylmi's eyes wavered as their own Prince rode to meet the Elderborn, silver plating versus red silk, she did not favour those circumstance one bit, but her attention could only last on them for a second. For the aforementioned beast that Bones was afraid of visibly bothered and worried her, to the point where she stared vacantly with a pained expression creasing her lips and brow in a woeful grimace and disbelief. A pale white stag, being degraded to the services of a mount like a common animal when it should have been lauded and treated with a regal fanfare. Kylmi's habitual worships from many years ago thrummed within her limbs, but Bone's reluctance to approach any further kept her from beseeching to the pallid bull to who and what it was. The only other snowy creature she knew had been their own and only Cerv Albi and he was nothing more then a festering shade now, or so she thought. Kylmi's heart pained and tightened and the surrounding plant life responded just so, nervously crawling and wavering, bidden by her emotional state and beneath her thighs, Bones stirred and spoke:
It doesn't have a soul.
The Nymph gaped and tried to keep the Kelpie in place who stomped and twitched nervously, hair whipping across her body when his tail lashed, but she ignored it for the time being save for her small wince. When the Mad Prince mentioned his new queen, it concerned Kylmi beyond reason, he spoke of her with a confidence and arrogance, dismissed the mortal God who she knew nothing of beside his name, but the six foot tall Elderborne seemed reassured by it where as his troops did not share the same reverence. He seemed adamant in facing them in battle and Kylmi prayed, though she didn't know to who now, that the souless beast he rode was not what she thought or what Bones feared.
When Mundhir turned his horse from the unsuccessful parlay, the Kelpie and Nymph lingered, drawn and distracted by the creature akin to their own long forgotten Lord. If her mother had been there, would she have turned sides in respect of their dead and forlorn God? They were borne and cultivated on tradition, the older Dryads attempting to carry on their rituals and so on into the newer world to preserve their histories, Kylmi had never taken part, had only stayed true to lustful whims and splendors. Now she reflected on those before she and Bones reluctantly turned and followed after the retreating procession. She met the Prince's eyes when they rode up, Bones grinding his fangs and his milky, hollow stare troubled by the yellow shade that bled over the twin orbs. So they were going to fight, Kylmi was both troubled and eager by it, the vines across her hair trembling and cinching tighter around the elaborate mess she had made out of it. Her armour suddenly felt extremely heavy.
She listened to Tarwin, considering his option and glanced her eyes to her Frelseren and back to the others when Bones seemed to laugh, a troubling chortle that vibrated in his thin chest, it was mocking surely and Kymli pulled on his various plaits to silence him, the two working into a spectacle of his cantering irritation and her hisses that snaked down before a screech tore through her throat.
I don't like this, the air tastes peculiar, I don't trust this Prince of yours either.
Kylmi didn't know what to say to that, and remained contemplative even when the others conversed about their plan. The Mad Prince would die today, but one thing could not be forgotten.
Speak then.
"I'm troubled by the queen he speaks of, new Gods and such do not rise so suddenly, not without a cause or purpose," she began, felidae canines worrying the pout of her lip. Kylmi never showed such habits before, but something unnerved her to the point of fidgeting. "We kill him and lose any sort of information about her, we kill him and a war is ended. But if he speaks true of a new queen, then another will rise in her service, such is the way of histories. Power is a tempting force, we may stave off a massacre but it wouldn't be long until her name would come across us again."
Bones threw his head up and down, as if to agree. He was as old, or older than she.
"We could interrogate him," she mused aloud, flexing her fingers. "I could try and pry information from him, either way it is as you say, we kill him and the others will disband or rally against us in revenge." Vines coiled around her, beckoning. "Capturing him, I believe would yield the same response but we cannot dismiss his queen, I fear it will come back to us tenfold and the beast he rides..." Her voice faltered dipped into a strange keen.
"There are too many variable here for me to just simple attack and slaughter, not without reservation."
"Do that again and I'll return you to your mistress as a thorn festooned corpse." To emphasize her threat, dark tines began to writhe against his oily pelt, scraping bone and flesh and tangling deeper through his threads, her claws tugged on the plaits of his mane and directed him back into a straight tread. The Kelpie was still wild by temperament and his stubbornness shown in his random intervals in trying to gallop forward but for the most part he remained sullen and brooding, blowing through his velvet snout to broadcast his agitation. Kylmi smirked at that.
Then pay attention you wilting plant, the air is rife with enough tension without you adding to it.
She did not anticipate its' voice, a horrid sound that was neither feminine or masculine but a mindless droning cadence that was hollow and raspy, as if raked over bones and shards of glass. It was chilling and her body involuntarily shuddered when those peerless orbs seemed to rotate madly within its' hideous face and glare back at her. Thesipha had a sick, twisted sense of humour to make her ride such a thing.
"Do you have a name?" She inquired to him, her fingers woven tightly among slick hair and tangled reeds.
Your kind cannot, would not, be able to pronounce it, not unless you wish to kill everyone here. Kylmi flinched at the implication, though nearly emotionless and apathetic in tone, the prospect was enough to ward her.
"I'll just call you Bones, then." The Kelpie didn't seem to mind, or care rather, and simply whipped his long, inky tail in response. Which she didn't complain about, one could only receive his voice for so long. Bones did not seem to mind the presence of her Frelseren, but in the company of Tarwin and Mundhir, he was mocking at best: snapping teeth, and resonating a strange click and grating noise somewhere within his throat that vibrated up through Kylmi's legs, she kicked him again. She couldn't imagine how he would face in the line of silver imposing across the hill and once again she glanced up, since they left the ruins she had felt eyes on her, admiration once again of course but also a slight appreciation for the fact she had donned armour rather than sporting nothing but flowers all cleverly placed. Her glassy, peridot eyes briefly glanced back over her bare shoulder, Shorus, as she had come to know by his preference of speech had taken to staring her down across her backside. Her stare flickered away as Bones made a low sound of displeasure, he obviously didn't appreciate attention, unlike she.
Kylmi drifted back into her thought, much to Bone's displeasure but remained silent otherwise. It had been nearly an entire century since had last even attempted to fight and even during their impromptu jailbreak, she had lingered behind and did nothing but be carried out into the light. She questioned her capabilities and tried to recall on memory of battle etiquette when the Prince's timbre broke through her revere. And not for the first time he pulled her from the brink of her darkening subconscious thought process, her stare brightened, lifting by the ascension of her smile that nearly beamed - canines and all.
"You presume right," Kylmi nearly purred, tipping her antlers donned in the pieces of her headdress and the wink of polished malachite. "I'll show you that and more." She uttered the latter to herself, in which Bones snorted through his nose and bared blunt teeth at Mundhir's choice of words.
This boy has no idea what he rides next to on that pitiful creature of his own.
The Nymph amused Bones with the digging of her stiletto heels, urging him forward when suddenly he reared, lashing out with his bony hooves and if it weren't for her vines and tight grip within his mane, she would've fallen. The sound he made was a deep, stuttering growl that capered off in a peculiar whinny that made her shudder.
"What the hell -"
Look at the creature the Elder Prince rides. His voice intoned, almost sounding bitter and within awe.
Kylmi's eyes wavered as their own Prince rode to meet the Elderborn, silver plating versus red silk, she did not favour those circumstance one bit, but her attention could only last on them for a second. For the aforementioned beast that Bones was afraid of visibly bothered and worried her, to the point where she stared vacantly with a pained expression creasing her lips and brow in a woeful grimace and disbelief. A pale white stag, being degraded to the services of a mount like a common animal when it should have been lauded and treated with a regal fanfare. Kylmi's habitual worships from many years ago thrummed within her limbs, but Bone's reluctance to approach any further kept her from beseeching to the pallid bull to who and what it was. The only other snowy creature she knew had been their own and only Cerv Albi and he was nothing more then a festering shade now, or so she thought. Kylmi's heart pained and tightened and the surrounding plant life responded just so, nervously crawling and wavering, bidden by her emotional state and beneath her thighs, Bones stirred and spoke:
It doesn't have a soul.
The Nymph gaped and tried to keep the Kelpie in place who stomped and twitched nervously, hair whipping across her body when his tail lashed, but she ignored it for the time being save for her small wince. When the Mad Prince mentioned his new queen, it concerned Kylmi beyond reason, he spoke of her with a confidence and arrogance, dismissed the mortal God who she knew nothing of beside his name, but the six foot tall Elderborne seemed reassured by it where as his troops did not share the same reverence. He seemed adamant in facing them in battle and Kylmi prayed, though she didn't know to who now, that the souless beast he rode was not what she thought or what Bones feared.
When Mundhir turned his horse from the unsuccessful parlay, the Kelpie and Nymph lingered, drawn and distracted by the creature akin to their own long forgotten Lord. If her mother had been there, would she have turned sides in respect of their dead and forlorn God? They were borne and cultivated on tradition, the older Dryads attempting to carry on their rituals and so on into the newer world to preserve their histories, Kylmi had never taken part, had only stayed true to lustful whims and splendors. Now she reflected on those before she and Bones reluctantly turned and followed after the retreating procession. She met the Prince's eyes when they rode up, Bones grinding his fangs and his milky, hollow stare troubled by the yellow shade that bled over the twin orbs. So they were going to fight, Kylmi was both troubled and eager by it, the vines across her hair trembling and cinching tighter around the elaborate mess she had made out of it. Her armour suddenly felt extremely heavy.
She listened to Tarwin, considering his option and glanced her eyes to her Frelseren and back to the others when Bones seemed to laugh, a troubling chortle that vibrated in his thin chest, it was mocking surely and Kymli pulled on his various plaits to silence him, the two working into a spectacle of his cantering irritation and her hisses that snaked down before a screech tore through her throat.
I don't like this, the air tastes peculiar, I don't trust this Prince of yours either.
Kylmi didn't know what to say to that, and remained contemplative even when the others conversed about their plan. The Mad Prince would die today, but one thing could not be forgotten.
Speak then.
"I'm troubled by the queen he speaks of, new Gods and such do not rise so suddenly, not without a cause or purpose," she began, felidae canines worrying the pout of her lip. Kylmi never showed such habits before, but something unnerved her to the point of fidgeting. "We kill him and lose any sort of information about her, we kill him and a war is ended. But if he speaks true of a new queen, then another will rise in her service, such is the way of histories. Power is a tempting force, we may stave off a massacre but it wouldn't be long until her name would come across us again."
Bones threw his head up and down, as if to agree. He was as old, or older than she.
"We could interrogate him," she mused aloud, flexing her fingers. "I could try and pry information from him, either way it is as you say, we kill him and the others will disband or rally against us in revenge." Vines coiled around her, beckoning. "Capturing him, I believe would yield the same response but we cannot dismiss his queen, I fear it will come back to us tenfold and the beast he rides..." Her voice faltered dipped into a strange keen.
"There are too many variable here for me to just simple attack and slaughter, not without reservation."
Anima said
Welcome back Rockette! A nice foot soaking - in warm water mind you - eases the fatigue in my opinion~!
Usually a shower, a nice drink and a book helps. c=
But now it's back to writing and graphic works.
Ex said
Posted! This post introduces a new ability for Emily, which with Prisk's permission I'll post here and add to her character sheet. I'll leave it to her and you guys to describe Emily's fall and "death" from an outside perspective; I think it was more powerful to stay internally focused for my part. I'm planning for her to be unconscious through the ambush and up to around the Sofia reveal, but if people want to JP with me to carry her, describe her situation, whatever, I'm happy to help. Don't leave her there, please! D:
I think Mags will have an interesting reaction to it, though I haven't read the post yet.
I just got home for work, has been an utterly exhausting day. I envy you students.
Thanks! c=
Now I'm working on something for Kylmi!
Now I'm working on something for Kylmi!
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OHOHOHOH
I bloody well knew it! Soon as I made that banner!
Very nice post girls, some times things need to be rushed and picked up to get things going! I really love Sofia. d;
I can get in a post either tonight or tomorrow.
OHOHOHOH
I bloody well knew it! Soon as I made that banner!
Very nice post girls, some times things need to be rushed and picked up to get things going! I really love Sofia. d;
I can get in a post either tonight or tomorrow.
Sixsmith said
Oh, and that looks positively amazing, Rockette! Even if it's still a WIP. I love the picture you're using. Roy's sexy pose is irresistible. ;3 I'm refraining from reading the text post until it's finished because those things are most powerful for me when everything seems to work in tandem with it. But, no pressure, since I'm actually very, very easily impressed by various forms of art and most things like the lyrics/poem you're using impact me easily.
SexyRoy is my favourite Roy. d;
I try to find text that I [personally] think matches with what I have read on them thus far and what goes well with the provided quote stuff. Music helps a lot too to get the image I need in my head.
Prisk said
Oh dear heavens! Rockette, darling, congratulations! Is she adorable? I bet she's adorable!No, it's not one liners, but it's definitely a short post in which what your character has to say and his or her thoughts and movement/expressions are central. I suppose it could be difficult to drive a conversation like that unless there is a strong subject matter to lead it, but there will be. I've also been thinking about including tiny notes that state what new timelines that I introduce are for, their purpose, so that there is no confusion about that. For example, 'character interaction', 'private character development', 'story progression', 'reaction', and so on.Anyway, as an example, you could easily post short dialog posts by including a reaction from your character, a statement or reflection, and then a specific or open-ended question to someone else or everyone. It's a lot of take and give. When it comes to things like this, which is quite important and perhaps the cornerstone of what we're doing, I can see how some people are extremely allergic to when every character in the play is an emo or whatever, a loner, and doesn't want to say anything. Dialog is, after all, one of the primary ways of showing your character's personality.There will be an opportunity for this at the end of my next post, when Anima's character is introduced and who the main antagonist is/will be. There will be plenty of things to talk about as a group, and that's the key thing to remember here β 'as a group'. Collaborations are still the best way to do lots of dialog between two or three people.
She is quite adorable, yes! Despite the machinery she is hooked up to at the moment. And thank you!
I get what you're referring to and it'll probably be easier to do with situations that require the dialogue sorts. I'm sure the upcoming reveal will be a good test run for it.
Insatiable said
@Rockette: Congrats for your niece! I had that feeling when my older brother and his wife had their first born. It's quite weird at first since I was just 17 years old back then and haven't been realizing that I'm already an uncle. I'm sure she's absolutely adorable as what Prisk said ;)
I enjoy being an aunt myself. c:
I have a nephew as well, but I don't see him often, unfortunately. I'm not as close with his parents as I am with my niece's.
It just makes me feel incredibly old. These are my younger siblings and they're getting married and having children already.
Thank you!
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