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Immortes OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Mon, 23/08/2021 16:22 (3 Years ago) |
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Reverie had long surpassed the stage of running. Now, he was sprinting with all the power that his absurdly long legs could give him. The wind scythed through his ginger hair, cold gusts that roared in his ears. Big jade eyes fixated on the dark shape in front of him, Rie pursued his target with a single-minded determination. Puddles splashed underfoot, droplets kicked up by heavy feet, moisture settling on the hem of flying boots. Besides him flowed shapes, forms of his pokemon, his dear companions. Only three there were now, as opposed to the six he had brought with him. Air came harsh and fast into his lungs, searing his throat. He gulped it in greedily, relishing each cold mouthful. He would much rather be up here, in this very dangerous city, than cramped up in the bastion. Up here, he ran the risk of dying, or worse. But, as the ginger took in one big mouthful after another, as he panted again and again, he was reminded of what real freedom felt like. It was a happy memory. He could feel unfettered, and live a normal life. Down there, Reverie felt like he was going to suffocate. He needed air and space. He needed to run free like a rapidash. He refused to surrender himself to a vision of eternal nightfall. Previously, he believed that he would not yield. Now, he was in flight, fearing the consequences of his recklessness and hoping no more abounded. Running scared for his pokemon's lives was a guilty feeling. He shouldn't have pushed the confrontation down to the wire. He should've just ran. But of course, he didn't. It was not in Reverie's nature to run. Thirty steps ahead. It was growing closer. Reverie's breathing was sharp and fast, but he refused to wither. Having done track as a kid, he was well aware of how to balance speed with breath and body. Each step was coordinated, each stride purposeful. Above him, the heavens glowered with ominous shadows, the voices of his doubt. A short mewl clasped his attention, and he briefly looked down at the alabster bundle of fur he clutched to his breast. Sweet and small, prone to worrying. Reverie's heart clenched with pain, a sour emotion that mingled with his guilt. He had put his children through this. It was his recklessness that got them in trouble. Jowls clenching with determination, he only ran faster, swallowing the distance between him and safety. We're almost there. He promised, looking down at Vivianne's battered form, We're almost there. Soon we'll be safe. She was in pain, and he could feel it. Not just for his own sake, but for those of his pokemon who had been caught by surprise when a legendary pokmeon loomed out of the shadows, fangs aching for a bite. Vivianne wasn't the only one who needed help; Constance had taken the brunt of the attack, and now rested in her pokeball. The sooner he got her to a healer, the better. Twenty steps. So close. Urgency pressed infuriatingly close to him, like a hound nipping at his heels. Then, he heard the dull sound of metal beneath his feet and he saw the cave looming up ahead of him. The ginger trainers side heaved as he cried out in relief. His legs felt about as stable as twigs beneath him as he punched in an access code and yanked himself into the waiting darkness. It actually took a minute or two for him to shut the reinforced door. Metal slammed, the sound echoing with a resounding boom and Reverie paused to catch his breath. One breath. Two. Three. His sides ached profusely with exertion. 'I ... need a rest' He groaned out loud before limping off towards the healers quarters. [ 635 words ] [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Mon, 23/08/2021 15:31 (3 Years ago) |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Mon, 23/08/2021 15:25 (3 Years ago) |
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I will be soon I based Rin's personality off Flick. [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Mon, 23/08/2021 15:17 (3 Years ago) |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Mon, 23/08/2021 14:35 (3 Years ago) |
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1) faro is really growing on me. i loved her character arc and she totally deserves her promotion. 2) Ar'alani is such a badass - reminds me a bit of Adelaide - and i love what zahn did with her 3) savit is a good behind the scenes antagonist 4) TARKIN AHHH very well done 5) ezra bridger- so this all lined up with the last episode i believe before thrawn was yeeted by the purgil. can't wait to see the new series 6) death star hints *excitement* [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Fri, 20/08/2021 03:50 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 18/08/2021 19:45 (3 Years ago) |
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"Yes, I see." "Oh, the usual. It's school after all." Fenrys breezed past his friend, trying to convey a gesture of well-meaning while saying little. Fenrys was, by no means, soft-spoken, much unlike his quiet sister Aaralyn whose likeness surely showed between them. He fastened a hand on the great gilded door and tugged it open, peering into the cavernous depths in front of him. It was a grand sight. This school was decidedly one he had heard about in heresay and incidental meetings, absent moments where adults thought wrongly that he wasn't listening. Fenrys always listened, whether to satisfaction or detriment, and his ears weren't the kind to un-hear things. So now, he stood here, soon to be joined by others of the social and political elite. Vertical flicks of the eyes told Eli that not all the memories were pleasant, perhaps filled too much by the hoity-toity and saccharin airs of those who should join him. Stolen looks and asinine innuendos, or so he was willing to assume. The whole system was biased, the system dangerously weighed down by money and coins, which considering Fenrys's whole ambition of returning here as a well-educated scholar, had to be put to the wayside. "Just be yourself. I know things can be stressful on the first day, but you're new and different from all these people. Play your cards right, and by right I mean close to your person, and you'll find yourself a member of the social elite." Fenrys clapped Eli reassuringly on the shoulder, offering a more solid smile to Eli's dramatic one, "For your own sake, stop your fretting. People here will consider it quite unbecoming." There was always some fascination, some intense scrutiny of the mystery of the new arrivals. People flocked to them like a sheep to a shepherd. It was only a testament to how Eli would handle this newfound popularity. And whether or not he would be able to balance these newfound connections with his true friends. (How selfish of Fenrys it was to say that!) Fenrys also knew that Eli wouldn't be in the worst trouble if he screwed the first day up, but he prayed he didn't all the same. The black haired boy walked inside with the dutiful air of someone who knew exactly where he was going and with purpose, but a few moments he turned back, perhaps fancying his friend's uptight dramatics over those of his politically savvy classmates soon to come. Eli was a grounded person, free from coy smirks and secretive smiles. Nowhere could Fenrys see the irregular cadence of hidden scorn shuffled away between breaths. Not he. Things were different here, so much tucked away beneath well-meaning facades and invisible veneers. So he tossed a sweet statement behind him at his friend, one of those secretive smirks on his face now. A mask of an actor of a righteous royal theatre. Unreadable and welcoming at the same time, essential for such a political environment. "Besides, our education comes first, wouldn't you agree? Just focus on that." [ 501 words ] jeez [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Sun, 15/08/2021 02:23 (3 Years ago) |
 more characters with more minor roles can be added in here. these can include castle staff or other town residents who will not necessarily play a large role in the story. consider. them here for comic relief. │
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Posted: Fri, 13/08/2021 23:32 (3 Years ago) |
 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 - 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒔. 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕. │
│ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │  ───────────────────────────────────────── 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙊𝙍𝘾𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙍 darren | male | unknown species | trigger - black mamba 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙏 aelin myraxis | female | wolfwalker | vaermina - wolverine 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏 tempest clare | male | human | angel - collie 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍 name | gender | species | daemon 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝘿𝙊𝙒 clarity clare | female | human | daemon [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Fri, 13/08/2021 00:56 (3 Years ago) |
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cursed. unhinged. the cruel mistress of the night. already sullen and stormy of temperament, aelin's entire world was turned upside down when she was cursed and transformed into a beast the likes of which had never been seen before. she seems to be lupine in form, but with a frightening lust for blood. her very form is terrifying. her eyes are the color of burning coals and her pelt the dark hue of a star- less night. mercifully, during the daytime, she would retain her human form, leaving her to transform into the nightmarish canid at the stroke of dusk. only at dawn would she once again become a lovely woman. shocked, horrified and increasingly losing control over her demonic urges, the beast sought refuge in a previously abandoned manor. as it turns out, there were others just like her, other supernaturals. other children who were lost. together, they formed the only family aelin's ever known. aelin has some measure of control over herself, yet she will become prone to snap at the slightest provocation. dangerously unstable, aelin asked the sorcerer who cursed her whether she could find some reprieve. his answer was short and simple, yet the objective seemingly impossible to achieve. can you love, aelin?    x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x    in the neighboring town of gladeberry, a poor widow struggles to support her two children. despite having close to nothing himself, her son made his best efforts to lend a hand, unwilling to let his mother suffer on her own. gradually, they made it through - the son soon ascending through the school system. he swore to his mother and sister that he would always protect her, no matter the cost. whatever the price he would pay it. unfortunately, tempest's life with his mother and sister soon came to a close after a fateful wander into sundorne manor. clarity's curiosity soon led her to pluck one of the flowers that had been resting on a pedestal near the entrance. but before she could make off with the beautiful blossom - which she intended to give to her daughter, she was caught. by none other than the beast herself. furious and vengeful at the theft, the black shewolf decided to hold the terrified woman captive instead of killing her outright. without any hesitation, the widow's son has volunteered to take her place. handsome he was, with an earnest gleam in his eye and a soul full of love. against all odds, the beast let his mother free, and took tempest as her captive instead. unwilling to keep him in the dungeon, she gives him a room and a roof over his head. but their interactions aren't always cordial, as aelin becomes desperate to fulfill the condition laid out for her. time is running out. ༻╴╴╴╴─ ─ ─────────── ─ ⸙ ─ ─────────── ─ ─╶╶╶╶༺ [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 09/08/2021 02:36 (3 Years ago) |
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I've seen things on the forum that are DEFINITELY too explicit for PH. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 07/08/2021 00:27 (3 Years ago) |
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John Milton - Paradise Lost  Show
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this wild abyss,
The womb of nature and perhaps her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mixed Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the almighty maker them ordain His dark materials to create more worlds, Into this wild abyss the wary fiend Stood on the brink of hell and looked a while, Pondering his voyage… How can I live without thee, how forego Thy sweet converse, and love so dearly joined, To live again in these wild woods forlorn? Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no, no, I feel The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe. However, I with thee have fixed my lot, Certain to undergo like doom; if death Consort with thee, death is to me as life; So forcible within my heart I feel The bond of nature draw me to my own, My own in thee, for what thou art is mine; Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself. “Solitude sometimes is best society.” “Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss” Me miserable! Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven. “And that must end us, that must be our cure: To be no more. Sad cure! For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish, rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night Devoid of sense and motion?” I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night, Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend... [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 06/08/2021 05:48 (3 Years ago) |
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Cognac eyes scanned the barren wasteland of a city with unnatural hunger as a beast and its keeper crept forward, every step poised and purposeful. Ebony paws, with the unmistakable shape of a canid creature, scuffed lightly over dust with painstaking care, as if it was afraid of making a sound. White claws glinted like miniscule blades. The air tasted heavy and moist, faint threads of petrichor lacing the air like morning mist. The beast's eyes were not focused on the wan display above as the sun slowly trudged up to its peak, warming the colors with a mother's fond grace. Nor did the hulking brute glance once at the human female, dressed in colors as dark as its pelt, cold sage-green narrowed with intense focus as she examined footprints on the ground. Each breath was exhaled carefully and quietly, held in tenuous anticipation as she probed the dirt. She was clearly looking for something, something specific, though to an outsider, what it was did not seem obvious. A noir nose poked close to her hand as the beast sniffed the dirt, clearly tracking a scent. One scent, one meaning, one purpose. One person. The large shadow sniffed the dirt around and ahead, proceeding a few paces ahead of his human. But only just. Two noir ears perked up. Ivory incisors that looked like the swords of some ancient time bared as the wolf loosed a faint sigh of satisfaction. It's keepers head snapped up at almost the exact same response, eyes widening, pupils dilating like an aggravated lioness. There she seemed to say. Our prey went this way. They were stalking prey, as a cat might stalk a mouse or a wolf might stalk elk. Their prey's fear-scent - as viscous and sweet as fresh honey - clung to the dirt like moss. And judging from the shallow indentation, the appearance of disturbance on the soil besides it...they were afraid. They were running away, fear spurring them on brandishing a whip that promised certain doom. Good. They should be afraid. Even if all their fear was going to do was allow them to die tired. As the duo prowled forward, the footsteps grew closer. The fear scent grew stronger, drowning out the more relaxing taste of the rain on the horizon, beckoning within both woman and beast an unholy lust for blood as old as time itself. This was predator and prey. One runs, the other chases. One feasts when the other dies. And the woman intended to feed good and long upon Death itself. The valley and forest was mostly barren by now, but nonetheless, it still offered a fair amount of hiding spots. The woman paused, the rising sun - and fading morning display - casting a unnervingly long shadow before her. The fear was strongest here, fear and anxiety rippling off in waves. It served her prey right to be afraid, because this was not the first time the woman had made a kill, and it was unlikely to be her last. The woman was feared and hated because of the blood on her hands. When she wanted you caught, you were caught. When she wanted you dead, you were dead. No question. The hour was early and her skills were finely honed, but the assassin had no intention of playing whack-a-mole. She wanted her kill done quickly and efficiently. This … ramshackle hut, if you could even call it that, had only one exit. There was no way of escape. Briefly, she contemplated the possibilities of escape, the odds. The duo had been tracking this particular man for a little over four days, which was only a testament to his skills. But the beast's patience was beginning to wane - he had none of the woman's control - and she knew he would surely go mad if they lost their prey now. So, the black huntress took her time, circling the house with a practical look in her eye. To an outsider, she looked almost as if she was toying with her prey, each paw fall reminding them of her horrid presence. In some ways she was. One word, a name, a summoning. "Daedra." The woman's voice was as unearthly as her visage, a low empty whisper fading almost instantaneously into the dead air. The black hound fixed her with a gaze of gravity and intense focus, no doubt a look which would have sent men of weaker will running in the opposite direction. A command. "Wait at the door." To trap him - three words that did not need to be added. The two were so finely in tune that verbal communication was almost nearly useless. Her will was his will, her thoughts his thoughts. He was a physical extension of herself, dark and predatory and kingly. A conqueror borne from the depths of hell. In she crept, the diseased and rotting wood creaking beneath her feet. The overwhelming and nauseating aura of fear and various other smells assaulted her senses in a noxious wave. 'You're here somewhere.' Aelin hummed silently to herself as she examined her surroundings. A pile of dirty clothes there, broken bottles here underfoot; she swept the glass shards aside disgustedly with a foot, their tinkling fading quickly as she dismissed it from attention. Her prey was hiding well, she thought - but not well enough. Daedra's senses brushed up against hers, sharp with excitement and adrenaline. Turning around, she saw why. A cry! Her prey had bolted right to the entrance, and yanked open the battered door expecting to find freedom. Instead, they found a furiously snarling direwolf, cognac eyes filled with malice and a lust for death, ivory incisors on full display. Her prey cried out in consternation and dismay as the black canid tackled them to the ground, fangs sinking into flesh and tearing. Blood gushed from new wounds to the floor, glowing like rubies. Please! They screamed, hoping for mercy that Daedra's fangs wouldn't give. Please! They howled as Daedra lunged for their jugular, only impeded by the stick that was roughly jammed into his jaws. The black brute choked, shaking his head back and forth as he tried to free the debacle from his maw. PLE- Their next scream was abruptly silenced as Aelin drew her blade of steel and ended her prey's life. Her posture was tense with rage, eyes alight with the frenzy of the kill. It was her, again, that had driven the direwolf to kill with three days worth of rage and fire. Now, it was done. It was done. Aelin exited, stepping over the body and coming to stand on the unkempt lawn with the grace of a panther. Distantly, thunder rumbled ominously on the horizon. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 02/08/2021 16:02 (3 Years ago) |
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In a morbid condition of the brain, dreams often have a singular actuality, vividness, and extraordinary semblance of reality. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 02/08/2021 14:16 (3 Years ago) |
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😭😭😭😭😭 we miss you kanan jarrus, caleb dume thank you for being such a good father to ezra [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 28/07/2021 14:00 (3 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 27/07/2021 21:00 (3 Years ago) |
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