Noro
Freshman
[M:7500]
I believe my fate lies with ice, though I desire the deep reaches of fire.
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Post by Noro on Mar 16, 2007 17:06:09 GMT -5
(( If you don't know how to play this game, then here are the rules. Someone will start a thread as following:
"To be continued:_____"
Then, you read the RP and continue it as you think it would go in a book. That is all.
Please post only one paragraph per post! ))
A harpy's song played quietly in the background. A voilet and indigo sea of carpet slowly runs crimson. Blood ran across the floor, soaking everything in its path. The man from which the scarlet stream was coming lay on the floor, unmoving. Several bites and scratches were scored across his body, oozing a sticky black liquid.
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Illia
New Student
A lone wolf cries in the distance as you slowly lose you life...
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Post by Illia on Mar 16, 2007 17:18:45 GMT -5
Suddenly the man jerked into life. The black liquid that was oozing out of his wounds suddnely hardened, and began to work it's magic. The man was only in his late teens, presumed to be about seventeen or eighteen; but right now, he was about to go through more than most men will ever go through in thier lives. His ears sharpened into fine points, and his teeth followed soon after. His body jerked again and he was flipped onto his stomach as his back was split open on either side, allowing room for wings to slice through to the air. He screamed in agony. His nails then grew into jagged claws; and an inky darkness spread over him as his skin turned blue. The jerking came to an abrupt stop; and the man's eyes opened, black as night. He drew in a shallow breath and blinked slowly, while shakily getting up. The hair on his head was lank and sweaty. During his change, it had turned a dark navy blue. His calf muscles suddenly rippled as his legs gave way to fatigue. He landed on his knees, scrapping them bloody. A few minutes later, he still sat where he had fallen. His wounds still stung, but at least they had stopped bleeding. He fanned his wings to get used to the feel of them. The size of them made them feel bulky and uncomfortable on his back. Still aware of his change, the newly transformed Jaiking found the strength to get up and face the bloodied and broken mirror on the side wall, to get a better look at himself. What he saw before him was a beast unlike any other.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 16, 2007 18:10:44 GMT -5
"Dammit..." He muttered under his breath after the slight shock wore off, he had still not grown used to this unsightly form after all the years he had used it. He shook his head angrily before he looked towards the door, a small trail of blood soaked foot prints lead outside and he knew that sooner or later he'd have to follow them and get to the beast on the end which awaited to kill him. His mind coarsed with memories like life through his body.
"You cannot run forever Jaiking, we will find you if He doesn't first." said a chagrinned figure seated on a tree branch who was clothed in white, his muscles strong and his face like that of a teenager though he was by far much older than the mere age of eighteen, or even twenty- try more along the lines of 7,000 years.
"I know brother." said the second figure who looked up towards the other, the two of them both had large wings adorning thier backs, though Jaiking knew he could be nothing like his brother Sirin anymore because of what he had done, now he was a horrible abomination. He shook his head, "But I can certainly try." He added to his previous statement.
Sirin laughed, "Find and keep Hope then and perhaps you may be let back to the light, Hope is a good thing to remember in dark times." He patted his brother Jaiking on the back, "Though you do know that sooner or later we will meet and someone will end up on the end of another's blade." his normally lighthearted ocean gray eyes now looked with the utmost seriousness which was echoed perfectly in his grave tone.
"I know Sirin, perhaps Hope can help us later on."
"But then you'd have to find her."
Jaiking brought his fist down and it slammed against the vanity in front of him, this 'Hope' person had to be a lie, after all the years of searching and still nothing further and he certainly had enough evidence to prove that darkness was after him and certainly not far.
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Post by baha on Apr 4, 2007 21:35:36 GMT -5
((I edited the rules lol))
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