Oh, and there is no need to apologize about your being slow! I'm slow. Er. Ha! Are you in college then? What are you going to school for?
StarfrostedFox
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STATUS: To have actual creativity, motivation, and inspiration back feels like welcoming home an old familiar friend. Comfortable. It's nice. 27 days ago
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To have actual creativity, motivation, and inspiration back feels like welcoming home an old familiar friend. Comfortable. It's nice.
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Finally recovered from postpartum depression and ready to get back to being creative! My apologies to anyone I ghosted in my time of trial. I didn't understand what I was doing.
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Yay! I’m finally a mother! And no, I’m not biased. I know my son is the cutest! 💙
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Well, you seem to have stumbled across my user profile. I'm assuming you're here for a reason? Perhaps looking for details on this user StarfrostedFox? ... You can just call me Autumn! Or Josie! C:
I have been role-playing off and on for the last 20 or so years, which is surprising to realize, and I find it a relaxing and enjoyable hobby. After an accident that left me blind a little over 17 years ago, I couldn't role-play for quite some time, which was rather devastating. About the time that Apple invented Siri, I was able to get enough money to be able to purchase my very first iPhone. And BAM! The world of role-playing was once again open to me. It has been a long process getting used to dictating stories and I inevitably don't always catch every single mistake, But I have learned a great deal of patience and realize the value of taking things slow and working through my text when something doesn't sound completely right. It was only a couple of years ago that I came across this website and the stories I have had here have taught me a lot about myself. I love to create. Role-playing is one of the only outlets I have for the images in my head. So though I may have a tendency to go through cycles of depression and being antisocial, I always seem to come back in the end.
I love stories involving fantasy, supernatural, adventure, mystery, even romance. There probably isn't a genre out there that I wouldn't give a try before I will say that I don't like it.
My favorite style of role-playing is, hands down, one on one. It helps me feel more involved in the story, gives me a chance to be able to talk with the other person involved in a much more casual way, And more often than not results in a long lasting friend and some of my favorite adventures.
I have a tendency to write on a casual to low Advanced level throughout my stories, the minimum coming out to an average of a couple of paragraphs. I just have so much in my head that I want to get out, I have a hard time writing anything less. Another consequence however is that I can't seem to find a lot of patients with story partners that give me a really short and undetailed response every time. It's discouraging to take the time to write out several detailed paragraphs only to get a sentence in reply. If you're here thinking of asking me to do a story, please keep that in mind.
I do not tolerate swearing, extreme Gore, or sexual content in my stories. Period. Nor do I role-play same gender romantic relationships. That is just not going to happen.
If you made it to the end of this and I haven't scared you off, I think you deserve some virtual cookies. Heck, go get yourself some real cookies. Or donuts. Or pie if that is your preference. It was just me rambling away about myself after all. If you aren't scared off and you were indeed here looking to get a story started, feel free to shoot me a private message. I'm always looking to make new friends and have new adventures.
I have been role-playing off and on for the last 20 or so years, which is surprising to realize, and I find it a relaxing and enjoyable hobby. After an accident that left me blind a little over 17 years ago, I couldn't role-play for quite some time, which was rather devastating. About the time that Apple invented Siri, I was able to get enough money to be able to purchase my very first iPhone. And BAM! The world of role-playing was once again open to me. It has been a long process getting used to dictating stories and I inevitably don't always catch every single mistake, But I have learned a great deal of patience and realize the value of taking things slow and working through my text when something doesn't sound completely right. It was only a couple of years ago that I came across this website and the stories I have had here have taught me a lot about myself. I love to create. Role-playing is one of the only outlets I have for the images in my head. So though I may have a tendency to go through cycles of depression and being antisocial, I always seem to come back in the end.
I love stories involving fantasy, supernatural, adventure, mystery, even romance. There probably isn't a genre out there that I wouldn't give a try before I will say that I don't like it.
My favorite style of role-playing is, hands down, one on one. It helps me feel more involved in the story, gives me a chance to be able to talk with the other person involved in a much more casual way, And more often than not results in a long lasting friend and some of my favorite adventures.
I have a tendency to write on a casual to low Advanced level throughout my stories, the minimum coming out to an average of a couple of paragraphs. I just have so much in my head that I want to get out, I have a hard time writing anything less. Another consequence however is that I can't seem to find a lot of patients with story partners that give me a really short and undetailed response every time. It's discouraging to take the time to write out several detailed paragraphs only to get a sentence in reply. If you're here thinking of asking me to do a story, please keep that in mind.
I do not tolerate swearing, extreme Gore, or sexual content in my stories. Period. Nor do I role-play same gender romantic relationships. That is just not going to happen.
If you made it to the end of this and I haven't scared you off, I think you deserve some virtual cookies. Heck, go get yourself some real cookies. Or donuts. Or pie if that is your preference. It was just me rambling away about myself after all. If you aren't scared off and you were indeed here looking to get a story started, feel free to shoot me a private message. I'm always looking to make new friends and have new adventures.
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Sorry, things have been so busy. I finally have found some time to work on replies. I feel bad that I don't really pay attention to the out of character section. I'll try to make a concerted effort to check it more.
And I am fine with a time skip unless you were planning on having something jump out of the woods . :)
And I am fine with a time skip unless you were planning on having something jump out of the woods . :)
The carved wooden bowl was comfortingly warm against the inside skin of her palms and fingers as Kaylia wrapped her hands around it, The smell of the soup curling up from the surface of the liquid in tantalizing curls of steam. She found herself taking several deep breaths of The fragrance, the combined use of her senses somehow giving her an inexplicable feeling of comfort. Scooping out a mouthful of broth and potato, The young woman then savored the flavor of the vegetables and rehydrated meat on her tongue, focusing once again on working the tension out of her shoulders that had crept up without her noticing. Cainmere's suddenly bounding off alone into the forest quickly shattered that attempt however.
Eyes widening with surprise, Kay cast A questioning glance to the man sitting across from her, noting The way that his hand gripped the hilt of his knife tightly long after he had spoken words of reassurance at the unexpected behavior. Needless to say, she didn't feel the least bit reassured. Feeling almost as if something inside of her stomach was thrashing about in an attempt to escape, The young woman slowly lowered her bowl to the ground in front of her folded legs, swallowing against the taste of acid at the back of her throat. She almost missed Garris's next words as she struggled against the unexplained feeling of panic, though she focused just in time to catch his offer of traveling together.
"I wouldn't say no to the company." She admitted with a sheepish smile. "All the stories I've heard about this sickness going around has me spooked." And for good reason it seemed. A shiver of apprehension ran the length of her spine as she then listen to the Ranger recount his experience with the deer earlier that day, putting truth to the rumors that she had hoped had been nothing but superstition.
"so the stories are really true then..." Kaylia whispered, unconsciously rubbing her hands up and down her arms. The idea that the farmers and travelers hadn't been making up tall tales was rather frightening. ... What do you think is causing this to happen?" She asked, turning her head to focus on Storm as the stallion lifted his head from his grazing, ears swiveling this way and that as he listen to the sounds of the forest.
Somewhere in the darkened woods, a creature moaned unexpectedly, the sound low and mournful, resonating for only a few seconds, but seemed to take an eternity to finish. The sound made the hairs all along Kaylia's arms and the back of her neck prickle uncomfortably, her head instinctively jerking around as she searched for the source. But nothing moved other than the flames and her horse, the stallion tossing his head nervously. "do you think that Cainmere is alright?"
Eyes widening with surprise, Kay cast A questioning glance to the man sitting across from her, noting The way that his hand gripped the hilt of his knife tightly long after he had spoken words of reassurance at the unexpected behavior. Needless to say, she didn't feel the least bit reassured. Feeling almost as if something inside of her stomach was thrashing about in an attempt to escape, The young woman slowly lowered her bowl to the ground in front of her folded legs, swallowing against the taste of acid at the back of her throat. She almost missed Garris's next words as she struggled against the unexplained feeling of panic, though she focused just in time to catch his offer of traveling together.
"I wouldn't say no to the company." She admitted with a sheepish smile. "All the stories I've heard about this sickness going around has me spooked." And for good reason it seemed. A shiver of apprehension ran the length of her spine as she then listen to the Ranger recount his experience with the deer earlier that day, putting truth to the rumors that she had hoped had been nothing but superstition.
"so the stories are really true then..." Kaylia whispered, unconsciously rubbing her hands up and down her arms. The idea that the farmers and travelers hadn't been making up tall tales was rather frightening. ... What do you think is causing this to happen?" She asked, turning her head to focus on Storm as the stallion lifted his head from his grazing, ears swiveling this way and that as he listen to the sounds of the forest.
Somewhere in the darkened woods, a creature moaned unexpectedly, the sound low and mournful, resonating for only a few seconds, but seemed to take an eternity to finish. The sound made the hairs all along Kaylia's arms and the back of her neck prickle uncomfortably, her head instinctively jerking around as she searched for the source. But nothing moved other than the flames and her horse, the stallion tossing his head nervously. "do you think that Cainmere is alright?"
Dust motes swirled through the shafts of sunlight that managed to filter in through the windows, stirred into a frenzy as a young elvin woman pushed open the heavy wooden door to the library , and stood still for a moment, pausing for just a few heartbeats as she allowed her eyes to adjust to the comparatively dimmer light of the building's interior. Elma Telthris, as she was known, stood at just shy of six feet by an inch,, making her not the tallest of her race, but she Felt as if she stood out in a crowd of humans like a beacon whenever she was among them. She had a long wirey build, but portrayed a gentle evidence of muscles even through the soft green fabric of her tunic and leather jerkin. Her skin was lightly sun kissed, telling of many days spent out in the light of day, with a few scars evident along her forearms, the backs of her hands, and one small vertical white line on the bottom left side of her chin. Her hair, long and straight, was a pale blonde streaked through with the faintest of pastel greens, and was currently, as was her usual preference, pulled back into a French braid starting at the midpoint of the back of her head and fell to just above her hips. Bangs framed her angular face, of which had high cheekbones common among Elves, but had a pointed chin and a long nose that were all her own. Beneath arching eyebrows, her eyes were slanted almond shapes that were a light forest green in color that gradually changed into a cornflower blue around their pupils. These were currently a light with curiosity as she finally moved into the room, closing the door softly behind her.
The smell of dust, parchment, leather, ink, and wood polish made for a pleasant mixture of smells in the air as Elma began to weave her way through the bookcases, though part of her preferred the woodsy smell of a forest over the smell of a library, she still had to concede that this sort of atmosphere had its own charms. Running her fingertips along a few of the spines of The leather bound pages as she walked by, the elf enjoyed the soft texture beneath the pads of her fingers immensely, even as her gaze flickered around continuously in search of other occupants of the building. In particular, she searched for a man called Matthias. Instinctively it seemed, her free hand reached up to touch the exterior of a message satchel bound to her waist as the name crossed her mind. Inside, nestled up against her own letter, lay a thick parchment envelope sealed with a wax crest of the royal family of Elethrian, the name of King Microm inscribed above the red wax. She had been surprised when the king over the human kingdom had not only sent her a message requesting her aid in a rather dire circumstance, but even more so when he continued on to request her assistance with recruiting someone else to the cause, including the letter to the unknown Matthias to help with the persuasion process.
Shadowy creatures had been steadily moving down from the north, twisted abominations that ravaged cities and villages unbiasedly, only a handful of survivors managing to escape to bring news of the attacks, babbling about twisted monsters and rotting corpses. It was unclear what the source of the creatures was, Who controlled them, who summoned them. But it was painfully clear that whoever was behind the attacks, they thirsted after destruction. Elma had been specifically sought out to investigate The source of the abominations, urged to seek out who was behind the chaos, And somehow, this Mathias would somehow be able to help her. Stomach twisting with apprehension and uncertainty at her ability to accomplish such a task, the young elvin woman came around yet another empty corridor of bookcases, frustrated somewhat by the lack of another living soul. Holding back a heavy sigh, Elma finally lifted her voice to call out in an accented soprano lilt, "Matthias? Hello?"
The smell of dust, parchment, leather, ink, and wood polish made for a pleasant mixture of smells in the air as Elma began to weave her way through the bookcases, though part of her preferred the woodsy smell of a forest over the smell of a library, she still had to concede that this sort of atmosphere had its own charms. Running her fingertips along a few of the spines of The leather bound pages as she walked by, the elf enjoyed the soft texture beneath the pads of her fingers immensely, even as her gaze flickered around continuously in search of other occupants of the building. In particular, she searched for a man called Matthias. Instinctively it seemed, her free hand reached up to touch the exterior of a message satchel bound to her waist as the name crossed her mind. Inside, nestled up against her own letter, lay a thick parchment envelope sealed with a wax crest of the royal family of Elethrian, the name of King Microm inscribed above the red wax. She had been surprised when the king over the human kingdom had not only sent her a message requesting her aid in a rather dire circumstance, but even more so when he continued on to request her assistance with recruiting someone else to the cause, including the letter to the unknown Matthias to help with the persuasion process.
Shadowy creatures had been steadily moving down from the north, twisted abominations that ravaged cities and villages unbiasedly, only a handful of survivors managing to escape to bring news of the attacks, babbling about twisted monsters and rotting corpses. It was unclear what the source of the creatures was, Who controlled them, who summoned them. But it was painfully clear that whoever was behind the attacks, they thirsted after destruction. Elma had been specifically sought out to investigate The source of the abominations, urged to seek out who was behind the chaos, And somehow, this Mathias would somehow be able to help her. Stomach twisting with apprehension and uncertainty at her ability to accomplish such a task, the young elvin woman came around yet another empty corridor of bookcases, frustrated somewhat by the lack of another living soul. Holding back a heavy sigh, Elma finally lifted her voice to call out in an accented soprano lilt, "Matthias? Hello?"
Hey, I have never played the game, but the plot sounds really intriguing and like it would be a lot of fun to work with! I would definitely be interested.
My apologies for taking so long to reply! For some reason, I thought I had posted. And then when I checked and realized I hadn't, I ended up with some writers block. But I finally got my reply up! I hope you like it.
The huffing of great lungs suddenly drifted in from the rain, filling the cave with soft echoes of the panting that steadily increased in volume, drawing the attention of the wolf and human that was considered a wolf. They turned their heads in unison, Kichiro lifting his from where he had been resting it against Ranna's shoulder, gazing intently into the darkness beyond the mouth of stone until they spotted a pair of shapes moving like ghosts amid the falling droplets.
A smile of relief touched the young man's lips as he recognized the outline of the white figures, just as his sister came to the same realization and she thudded her tail against the ground behind her, a low howl of welcome coming from between her parted jaws. A moment later, a similarly pitched howl followed in answer, joined almost immediately by a deeper bass howl. It seemed like only a moment later when the two wolves sprinted into the cave, One right after another, pausing only long enough to shake the excess water from there fur. Kichiro grumbled slightly as he rubbed droplets from his face with the back of his forearm, but rose happily enough to greet his father and sister with Ranna.
"what did you discover?" He asked excitedly as the pair sank to their haunches, pink tongues lolling as they panted. "are the humans coming?"
"Yes!" Ichira responded triumphantly, her yellow eyes bright with excitement.
"We caught sight of their fires Beyond the next ridge." Marron continued in his deep rumble, The anticipation of the upcoming fight evident in his voice. "we will be able to ambush them the day after next."
A smile of relief touched the young man's lips as he recognized the outline of the white figures, just as his sister came to the same realization and she thudded her tail against the ground behind her, a low howl of welcome coming from between her parted jaws. A moment later, a similarly pitched howl followed in answer, joined almost immediately by a deeper bass howl. It seemed like only a moment later when the two wolves sprinted into the cave, One right after another, pausing only long enough to shake the excess water from there fur. Kichiro grumbled slightly as he rubbed droplets from his face with the back of his forearm, but rose happily enough to greet his father and sister with Ranna.
"what did you discover?" He asked excitedly as the pair sank to their haunches, pink tongues lolling as they panted. "are the humans coming?"
"Yes!" Ichira responded triumphantly, her yellow eyes bright with excitement.
"We caught sight of their fires Beyond the next ridge." Marron continued in his deep rumble, The anticipation of the upcoming fight evident in his voice. "we will be able to ambush them the day after next."
As the arrow thudded heavily into the trunk of the tree from which she was hanging, Aeylisia felt her heart stutter in alarm with the proximity in which she had just been from death. Becoming almost as still as a statue, she quickly ran her violet colored gaze from the man's face down to the second arrow he pulled smoothly to his bow and then back to his eyes, trying not to let her surprise show on her face as she finally registered the distinctive color variation in his irises. The emotion was pushed to the back of her mind however as the arrowhead was aimed at her chest, his expression hardening his eyes into a Ruby and Sapphire.
"Who are you? Rather, what are you? Lie to me, and it’ll be the last thing you do."
There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that he would kill her if she lied to him, though a very small part of her thoughts couldn't help but question the validity of his statement. How could he know if she was telling him the truth or not? But the weariness in her body, the minute trembling in her fingers drowned out that small voice is she bit down on the inside of her lower lip, considering the very limited options that she had left to her. The real question was: how much should she tell him?
"I am called Aeylisia..." she finally admitted with a heavy tone coloring her voice, hating being at the mercy of a human. But she rained in the temptation to snarl at him through her elvin lips The way she had done as a wolf, finding that she had to keep reminding herself that performing any spells strong enough to kill him, to free herself, would probably end up taking away the last of her strength and kill her instead. That didn't stop the next words from feeling like acid against her tongue. "I am one of the race your kind call elves.”
"Who are you? Rather, what are you? Lie to me, and it’ll be the last thing you do."
There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that he would kill her if she lied to him, though a very small part of her thoughts couldn't help but question the validity of his statement. How could he know if she was telling him the truth or not? But the weariness in her body, the minute trembling in her fingers drowned out that small voice is she bit down on the inside of her lower lip, considering the very limited options that she had left to her. The real question was: how much should she tell him?
"I am called Aeylisia..." she finally admitted with a heavy tone coloring her voice, hating being at the mercy of a human. But she rained in the temptation to snarl at him through her elvin lips The way she had done as a wolf, finding that she had to keep reminding herself that performing any spells strong enough to kill him, to free herself, would probably end up taking away the last of her strength and kill her instead. That didn't stop the next words from feeling like acid against her tongue. "I am one of the race your kind call elves.”
I am so sorry it took me so long to get back to this! Life has been unexpectedly busy and throwing a lot of curveballs. Hopefully, things will start to slow down now... I am not going to abandon this no matter how busy it gets though! But I did want to say that I'm sorry for how long it has taken.
I would love to see a character sheet of your pony! I will put my own up at one point.
I would love to see a character sheet of your pony! I will put my own up at one point.
For a moment, Twilight Sparkle looked honestly worried about the idea of sending her friends without her, Gazing up at rainbow as she tried to think of how best to respond to the Pegasus's questions. Nearby, Fluttershy saw her friend's discomfort and moved close to the princess's side, giving her a calming hug. It seemed to do The trick, the alicorn giving her friend a gentle smile for her gesture of kindness.
"I would like nothing more than to come with you all, but I am needed elsewhere." Twilight explained, frowning. "Princess Cadence, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna and I are needed elsewhere. Ponies are suffering all over Equestria, It's our duty to go and help them."
Pinkie looked as if she might start whining at any moment, so Applejack stepped in quickly before the volume could go up. "there's no need to worry about Twi. I'll be right there by her side, watchin' her back."
Undaunted, this only prompted the pink pony to shriek shrilly, "WHAT?!"
"Pinkie!" Fluttershy gasped, casting her enthusiastic friend a concerned and slightly chastising glance. "Twilight is A princess. She needs to go and help those who ask for help."
Again, Twilight felt another surge of affection towards the shy Pegasus pony, A small sigh escaping her at the idea of being separated from four of her best friends for an extended amount of time. But, Fluttershy had spoken the truth. She was a princess of Equestria and the ponies needed her help now more than ever. "My asking you to go is not a sign that I wish to be separated from you, but rather, it is my acknowledgment of the confidence I have for your success. I wouldn't trust a job as important as this to any other pony." She smiled around at each of them in turn, trying to project her confidence into each of them, before Rarity made a comment that caused her to look a little confused.
"Zecora has a sister?" Fluttershy gasped with surprise, asking the question that everypony else seem to be wanting to ask. At least, almost everypony.
Pinkie seemed thoroughly unfazed by the information. She brightened, giving her head an excited bob. "Of course she has a sister! I threw her a welcome to Ponyville party as soon as she arrived!"
Blinking away the stunned expression on her face that she was sure that the others shared with her, Twilight couldn't help but give her head a small shake, smiling somewhat. Count on Pinkie to have knowledge about anypony coming to town, whether they wanted her to know or not. "I don't think it would hurt to talk with her. She may have some information to help you."
"I would like nothing more than to come with you all, but I am needed elsewhere." Twilight explained, frowning. "Princess Cadence, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna and I are needed elsewhere. Ponies are suffering all over Equestria, It's our duty to go and help them."
Pinkie looked as if she might start whining at any moment, so Applejack stepped in quickly before the volume could go up. "there's no need to worry about Twi. I'll be right there by her side, watchin' her back."
Undaunted, this only prompted the pink pony to shriek shrilly, "WHAT?!"
"Pinkie!" Fluttershy gasped, casting her enthusiastic friend a concerned and slightly chastising glance. "Twilight is A princess. She needs to go and help those who ask for help."
Again, Twilight felt another surge of affection towards the shy Pegasus pony, A small sigh escaping her at the idea of being separated from four of her best friends for an extended amount of time. But, Fluttershy had spoken the truth. She was a princess of Equestria and the ponies needed her help now more than ever. "My asking you to go is not a sign that I wish to be separated from you, but rather, it is my acknowledgment of the confidence I have for your success. I wouldn't trust a job as important as this to any other pony." She smiled around at each of them in turn, trying to project her confidence into each of them, before Rarity made a comment that caused her to look a little confused.
"Zecora has a sister?" Fluttershy gasped with surprise, asking the question that everypony else seem to be wanting to ask. At least, almost everypony.
Pinkie seemed thoroughly unfazed by the information. She brightened, giving her head an excited bob. "Of course she has a sister! I threw her a welcome to Ponyville party as soon as she arrived!"
Blinking away the stunned expression on her face that she was sure that the others shared with her, Twilight couldn't help but give her head a small shake, smiling somewhat. Count on Pinkie to have knowledge about anypony coming to town, whether they wanted her to know or not. "I don't think it would hurt to talk with her. She may have some information to help you."
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