Shadow Dragon

The Rise of WillowClan

Blackpelt: Camp, Base of Highstump

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Blackpelt walks to the bottom of the Highstump, and sits down, tail flicking about. He seems.... unstable, like he hasn't had a good night's sleep in almost a moon. He takes a deep breath, and licks at his chest, trying to calm down. I'm not seeing any of them....yet. Why am I so jumpy? Am I coming down with something? His eyes flick from one cat to another, bloodshot and somewhat wild. His small frame, matted pelt, and wild eyes make him look somewhat crazy.

The Light In the Darkness

Taranis studies the petrified wizard for a moment, then he hears something about a tree nymph. He turns to her, and studies her. He winces when Arney starts screaming again. "Arney, maybe if you stopped screaming at her, she'll be able to get a few words in. Just maybe." He sighs. "I apologize for his.... volume. Just between you and me, I don't know if he knows any other way to communicate." He shrugs. "So, a nature spirit. I'm guessing you live in this garden?" He leans on a wall, and tilts his head. "Do you need anything to make up for us intruding? Some clean water or plant relocation?"

The Draining

Devon walked behind his master Justus, and the other three apprentices follow suit. He looks around though his mask, the mask he uses to hide his..... unusual markings. He was found alone, just a homeless child, waiting outside the school steps almost ten years ago. His face was tattooed with strange ruins, but the most striking thing of all was that his shadow didn't match his movements. It seemed that whoever marked him used it to give him a living shadow, though he doesn't know why. Nor does he care, for that matter. Just another thing that makes him strange. Another thing that makes him a freak.

He looks around, his dark eyes flicking from person to person, and the few that meet his gaze flinch seeing him. Or maybe it's the eerie gaze of the dark puppet that is his shadow that scares them. He sighs, and his master taps him on the shoulder. "Control your puppet." He blinks, and pulls the shadow back to it's proper place. "Apologies Master." He looks around, seeing that everyone else has taken a step or two away from him.

Anyone wanna rp with a lonely young adult?

Bump

Anyone wanna rp with a lonely young adult?

Bump

Anyone wanna rp with a lonely young adult?

Bump

The Light In the Darkness

Taranis lands outside the tomb, and walks in quietly, the wind muffling his footsteps. "His body still has that much power flowing through it? We are certain that he is in fact dead, right? Not in some frozen state to keep himself alive?" He begins scanning the air around him, trying to bend it to see what he can learn. "I don't think that he's truly gone. Are we sure he isn't here, watching us from beyond the grave?" He nods at Cyprian's suggestion. "Of course. When would you like to start the spell?" He takes a deep breath, and his eyes flare as he channels his magic into understanding what it is he's seeing. "The air here hasn't changed in all the years he's been here. If he's in some sort of magic stasis, we could be in trouble if he decides to wake up."

BLOOD MOON RISING

So one can turn into actual wolves, the other turns into a bipedal wolf man?

BLOOD MOON RISING

What's the difference between the two?

The Light In the Darkness

Taranis begins drumming his fingers on a wall, in a nervous tic. He looks up, and shivers. "So, what kinds of defenses are there, if any? Magic, constructs, that sort of thing?" His glowing eyes scan the walls and streets. "You'd think there'd be more dust and dirt from being empty for so long....." He begins weaving wind around his body, his cloak whipping around him, and he funnels it around his legs like a small cyclone, lifting him into the air, dust blasting away from his body. He looks around, his glowing eyes floating to each member of the group before sending him higher into the sky, the bent air making a bubble that he's hovering inside of.