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HollyYoshi
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Jun 30 2010, 07:31 PM Post #1 |
I object to your claims
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(Alright people, let's begin! Please start off by first noticing and entering the village. Ready.....go!) "Oh for the love of all that is decent!" Blaire glanced at Hazel, who uttered that cry, a perplexed look etched on her violet-furred visage. "And what is your problem?" the Siberian Husky asked, raising an eyebrow. It was only then that the canine saw the source of the Cliff Chipmunk's ire. Around the grey Mobian's left ankle was an unusal species of vine-the kind with a mind of it's own. Yes, this trailing plant has wrapped itself around Hazel's leg. And it was not at all inclined to let go. The chipmunk struggled to loosen her limb from the vine, but to no avail. "This cannot be happening. Seriously, it cannot," Hazel muttered, placing a paw over her face. She was just about to make another go at freeing herself, when a flash of blue appeared in front of her. All at once, the vine suddenly lurched back, allowing Hazel to catch a glimpse of a green stub. The grey-furred Mobian was a bit surprised at this, but her confusion soon faded away once she caught site of Blaire placing her sword back in her sheath. "Ah, the wonders of fast reflexes. Betcha didn't see that, did ya?" the husky inquired, a smirk on her face. "Not really, now that you mention it," Hazel replied, chuckling slightly. Ah yes, banter between two friends was always a good thing-even if it was iniated by the oddest of occurances. Nevertheless, these two Mobians were not just out for a friendly stroll. Rather, they were on a mission; a journey to the frigid region of Rimerant. Hazel had asked Blaire to come along, knowing the husky could take the freezing temperatures of the Mobian Tundra with little complaint. So here they were, just an hour before midnight, in a creepy forest. And when I say creepy, I use the term rather loosely. For this place could be downright terrifying for some folks. Shadows danced along the tree trunks, forming odd shapes. Holes in the canopys of the trees gave the impression of eyes glaring right into one's very soul. And the constant rustling in the nearby bushes could set anyone into a spiral of paranoia. Blaire and Hazel however, were taking the spooky occurances in this forest rather well, however. Maybe they were just far too tired to care about them. Who knows? In any case, the two, having been traveling for hours without seeing any sign of civilization, were quite in the mood to flop down on a nice, comfortable bed. Sure, they could have rolled out thier sleeping bags, but who wants to sleep on rocks? Not them, clearly. Thus, you can imagine thier delight when Hazel espied a wooden sign nailed on a tree; "Duskenville? Great, someplace with actual beds! After spending the past four days sleeping on stones, it'll be nice to lay down on a nice, comfy, feather matress." Blaire sighed contentedly, a grin crossing her lavender-furred muzzle. "It's about time. I say we head inside, find an inn, and crash for the night." "Sounds good to me." |
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| L Dragon | Jun 30 2010, 09:08 PM Post #2 |
Chaos Emerald
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Not too far from the husky and the cliff chipmunk, around the same area in fact, was a shadow like spirit hurrying though this scary and haunting forest. This was odd, a dark spirit running in fear from something else. Three green ninja stars that was formed from kekkiash energy whizzed through the air, chasing after the shadow creature until they stabbed into tree branches. In pursuit of this shadow being was Cloa, racing along the tree branches and using his fast paced ninja movements to confuse the creature. Four more kekkiash stars ripped through the thick leafs and stabbed into the ground as the shadow creature dodged the attacks. Little did the creature know, dodging those attacks only lead to leaping right into another set of throwing stars. Two out of the four thrown stabbed the creature, one hitting it's ankle and the other hitting it's shoulder. The being trips and falls on it's face, not being able to move forward as the kekkiash immobilized it's ankle and shoulder. The being tried to lift itself onto it's feet, but it's foot wouldn't bend, nor would his shoulder move. The creature managed to move it's elbow and prop it self up as it bended it's knees in order to get itself into a running position. It then pushed off with its good foot and leaped into the air. The creature used too much time getting itself onto it's feet and airborne, allowing for Cloa to catch up and use his ninja skills to appear right next to it in mid leap. It's eyes widen in fear as Cloa reached it's arm back and showe'd Cloaktic's razor sharp claws that formed over Cloa's hand. Clao thrust his arm forward with speed, causing Cloaktic's claws to sink into the creature's chest as his arm extended and pushed the creature backwards. Soon, the shadow being was slammed into a tree which force the claws to sink in deeper, forcing the being tor yelp in pain. The red frog retracted his extended arm and burst towards the falling creature, arriving just in time to slice the being in half as he swung his sharp claws in an X motion, which also left large scratch marks on the tree behind it. The creature explodes into black dust as Cloa stood upright and deformed Cloaktic's claws, allowing his gloved hands to be seen. "Well, that took longer then expected." The cloak spoke, eying the gently falling black dust. It's eyes then glowed as the dust swirled and forced its way into the cloak's eyes, as if the cloak was eating the spirit being's spirit energy. Once it's eyes returned to normal, the cloak looked around, noticing the strange place and wondering how they got here. "Huh... Guess we got so caught up on our prey that we got lost." "Just cause YOU weren't paying attention doesn't mean I wasn't." Cloa informed, to which the cloak just narrowed it's eyes as it spoke. "Alright Mr. Know-it-all, then where are we?" The frog looked around, remembering where they first encountered the shadow creature, but ont really sure how exactly they needed up. "We're somewhere near Duskenville." Cloa replies. "And you know thissssssss, how?" The frog looked around a bit, ignoring the cloak for a moment as he thought he heard footsteps. "I saw a sign back there while we were chasing your meal. It said Duskenville." "You mean that one over there." The cloak replied as it moved it's hood like head to eye the sign. Cloa followed it's lead and directed his attention towards the sign nailed on the tree. "Duskenville? Great, someplace with actual beds! After spending the past four days sleeping on stones, it'll be nice to lay down on a nice, comfy, feather matress." "It's about time. I say we head inside, find an inn, and crash for the night." "Sounds good to me." "Huh, I knew I heard someone else here." He thought to himself. The Cloak simply eyed the two females as they talked. Within seconds, Clao was parched on top of a tree branch above the sign. it would seem like to the two travelers that Cloa had been there the whole time should they suddenly look up. "Heading to Duskenville, huh?" Cloa asked, displaying his usual serious expression. The Cloak also stared with haunting evil eyes. However, this was unusual for the frog, not pulling the hood over his face to hid his true appearance. Maybe he didn't see these two as a threat. |
 Sonic Blast Fated Kingdom Fanfic Members/Chara Data-Base Chapter 1: Otogi | Chapter 2: Claws, Rifle, and Wind Chain | Chapter 3: Crimson, Psychic, and Mage Chain | Chapter 4: Eclipse Blossom | Chapter 5: Death Chain | Chapter 6: Royal Blood | Chapter 7: Cold Chain | Chapter 8: Siege | Chapter 9: Memories of Old Kingdom | Chapter 10: Tactic, Purge, and the Fight | Chapter 11: Four Shadows | Chapter 12: Three Letters | Chapter 13: Two Sources Sonic Blast Madness Fanfic Chapter 1: Openly Close | Chapter 2: Kamelot Tol-e-maC | Chapter 3: Found Lost | Chapter 4: Reaper What You Soul | Chapter 5: Openly Reapers in Lost Tolemac | Chapter 6: Follow the Reaper | Chapter 7: Don't Follow the Reaper | Chapter 8: Fight Yourself, Die Yourself | Chapter 9: Masquerader Massacre | Chapter 10: THE Enemy | Chapter 11: Gulliver | Chapter 12: Finally, Unlimited Madness | Chapter 12: Finally, Loki's Madness(alternate ending) I'm totes a guy~ Kota: I hereby dub thee, Swolverine~ | |
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| RabidChoco | Jul 1 2010, 06:29 AM Post #3 |
Sandopolis Act 2
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It'd been weeks, obviously, since that paranormal investigator had checked his office. Possibly months. Austin hadn't head from him for that long. Austin harumphed and gathered the mail that had cluttered up the welcome mat. "Bills, bills, junk mail, geez, does Taylor want to lose this place? Oh, what's this?" The piece of mail seemed to be a more-or-less official petition for aid by a small town wracked by some sort of supernatural phenomena. People disappearing and being turned into something called a "Chao"... what the hell was a "Chao"? Some kind of monster? Huh. Austin opened the investigator's safe, postmarked those overdue bills (thank the gods he even bothered saving up for this kinda crap), and fired up a GPS service to find this... "Duskenville". It had showed up in the middle of nowhere, but damn, he wasn't expecting to have to traipse through woodland that came from some crazy horror flick. And the next time a bird or a bat decided to defecate in his by-now-mottled blond hair, or get dirt in his beard, he was gonna snap, crank up the juice, and friggin' blast his way through these woods. He kept stumping through the woods for now. Gods damn. |
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| Zak | Jul 1 2010, 07:39 AM Post #4 |
For The Circle
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Shaun strolled calmly through the forest, despite how haunted it may have seemed. The entire forest seemed designed to frighten little children passing through it. That said, Shaun was not a little child. To him the bats and crows were just filthy creatures, and he could do so much more harm to them than they could do to him, and he would should they dare to touch him. Glowing eyes peering out of dark corners along the path were also just unnamed, but weak creatures he would deal with should he have to. Luckily (for any of the un-suspecting monsters) no of them had tried to threaten him. They went about their business on the sides of the path, and occasionally in front of him. quickly clearing the way for him as he passed. He spent his time concentrating on his book instead. memorizing and re-memorizing spells he had gotten rusty in. "chaos veho per ventus, ventus veho is ego porro, totus solamen super chaos, chaos solamen super ventus." The words of a long forgotten language activated the wind around him, and he was ready to cast any spell he wanted. Experimentally he cast his simplest spell, a very harmless ball of air. He held out his hand and snapped, and instantly the air around him rushed to his finger tip until it coiled into a swirling ball, and flew forward at great speed. What he didn't notice, being so consumed in his book, was the two people in his path reading a sign. Although the ball could do damage only to a passing bee, it would still hit them, and possibly knock them over if they were a bit off balance. He didn't bother to yell or give any warning of the incoming ball of wind. There was no way they could dodge it at this point, they shouldn't be hurt, and he would apologize later. He did however quicken his pace to reach them before they should make the hasty decision that the attack was intentional. |
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| Poison Ivy (Dee) | Jul 1 2010, 10:37 AM Post #5 |
Just what I had in mind. Everything dead on earth, except us.
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A ghost. A figure of light against a tarnished world; it soon lifted as the haze of the forest vanished. A woman, vibrant-faced and gentle, hooded and humble, but not hidden, for she had an aura that seemed to pause time itself so it may know her. She drifted silently across the endless cascade of trees, with greeting eyes to the beams of light that poked through their very tops, their gleam the sign of life, along with the shadows that stared. But it was not long before the feeling of badness came to her; she felt the distance in her heart, for the spirits she sensed were weak, as though they were chained beneath the deepest of seas. “What are we without spirit, then?” Dextra Mavis whispered to herself, crouching to a plant to feel its surface. She slowly lowered her head towards the shoot that stood wilted. “I can hear you.” A gentle smile tugged at her lips. “But I can’t understand you.” She rose again but promptly, as more voices met her ears. But they weren’t of the forest. “Travellers?” She immediately suspected. She wondered as a druid if there were others, as she remained one of the few left. Soon, the curiosity of her human side led her to be on her way in the direction of which the sounds came. She paused in her place. An injured tree, its surface cleaved as if from the strike of a bear. “Peace certainly hasn’t visited this place for a while.” She thought to herself as she continued toward a clearing. A breeze tugged at her draping garments, and beyond the towering trees laid a sign, its bold lettering forming the word, ‘Duskenville’. The leaves loudly rustled. Dextra quickly stepped behind a tree and watched as several others emerged from the forest. One was perched upon a tree, and the others traversing across the clearing. Her glowing eyes gleamed a little as she blinked at them, remaining completely still and watching them like a panther tracking its prey. |
 
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| lord of the prinnies | Jul 1 2010, 11:56 AM Post #6 |
meh... just a prinny.
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((ack! i lost all my work twice >_<)) Arcane, angry and confused, wandered though the seemingly endless forest. The leaves overhead blocked most of the late afternoon sun light and made seeing diffacult. the trees seemed to ark down twords the narrow path. long, thick vines with blood red thorns constantly blocked his path further impeding his path toword his destenation. Which, at this point, was Any where but here! he was stuck in a regular haunted forest of death. Arcane choped down, what seemed to be walls of vines with his sword. he felt that the trees and vines where purposely getting in his way, trying to stop him from advanceing. it was bad enough he could barely see. and his cargo shorts that have straps hanging from them where snaging onto the low branches and had no protection for the lower most parts of his expolsed legs that where being cut and scraped by the vines and weeds growing on the ground. he was geting angryer and angryer as he hacked down the branches, and vines that got in his path or just too close. "This is geting rediculus!!" arc shouted in anger as he hacked down what seemed to be a "wall" of vines and branches. "First I get lost because of this stupid map ive ben folowing, and now this creapy forest is trying to piss me off in any way possable! im getting cut up in every which way... i want out of here... now!" Arcane cut down another bit of vines and stepped over the severed peaces. Arc continued to grummble as he walked rough the dence forest when he heard voices in the distance. "Cther travlers in this crap hole? poor guys..." "Duskenville? Great, someplace with actual beds! After spending the past four days sleeping on stones, it'll be nice to lay down on a nice, comfy, feather matress." "It's about time. I say we head inside, find an inn, and crash for the night." "Theres a town near here?!?" Arcane's eyes lit up. "finaly! this road trip through hell is finaly turning for the better!" Ark began heading toward the voices. he spotted the trevlers through a few trees. Two standing near a sign that read "Duskenville" in large bold letters. Another perched on a tree. As he began to step out of the forest fully his foot snaged on a tree root he neglected to compleatly step over, and fell to the ground with a thump. In the mitst of his fall he lost his grip on his sword, and it fell a few inches away from his hand. "Geez... how imbarresing" he said getiing back on his feet brushing off the durt on his clothes. he turned toward the three mobians. then looked down at his sword that was laying down at his feet. he then noticed that the people in front of him had wapons as well. "...Hi...uhh... no need to be alarmed." arcane said bendin dow to pick up his gunblade. "theres a lot of vines and branches in the way... need to chop'em down." he said, not wanting to start a fight or come off as hostile. "you guys said something about a town nearby?" suddenly he fellt a week but still slighly jarring push from behind. Having not still regained his composure, he was knocked over and fell on his gunblade. luckly the sword was flat where he landed. But not lucky enough to not fall on the gear that housed the bullets near the hilt. "Ow..." he muttered. He got up and looked behind him for the culprate. and saw someone running in their direction. "that hurt..." Arc said in slighly winded voice, rubbing his chest where he fell on the gear. Edited by lord of the prinnies, Jul 1 2010, 02:39 PM.
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HollyYoshi
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Jul 1 2010, 09:15 PM Post #7 |
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I object to your claims
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Heading to Duskenville, huh? For the first time since entering this forest, Blaire and Hazel were genuinely alarmed by that voice-they had not expected someone else to be in the woods with them. It was the Siberian Husky, regaining her composure first, that looked up to see who it was that addressed them. Perched atop a branch was a red frog. A cloak covered his figure and if Blaire looked close enough, she could barely make out what looked like eyes on the head of the swathe. “Why yes, that’s just what we were doing,” the dog answered, a smirk on her face. “My friend and I were just passing by, and happened to notice we were near the town.” As Blaire awaited an answer from the amphibian, Hazel caught sight of something heading for her and the violet-coated canine. It was a burst of wind, rolled in the shape of a ball. “Incoming!” Blaire didn’t bother asking what was going on. Her lighting fast reflexes kicking in, the dog ducked down. However, even her dexterity wasn’t enough and the ball hit her in the back of the head just after going through Hazel’s side. “Sheesh, what was that all about?” Blaire wondered, an annoyed look on her countenance. “I swear, this place is way too weird for my tastes.” The canine’s ears twitched suddenly-someone had fallen to the ground, his sword landing just a few inches away from him. …Hi…uhh…no need to be alarmed he had said after righting himself up. You guys said something about a town nearby? “As a matter of fact,” Hazel began. “We did. You heading there yourself?” |
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| L Dragon | Jul 1 2010, 09:29 PM Post #8 |
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Cloa didn't have time to reply, as well, he wouldn't know how to either. More people seemed to show up, making this forest one crowded place so far. This was odd, since Cloa would normally chase down a spirit into some spooky forest and no one would be there. Then again, it wasn't exactly night either. Still, what were people doing wondering around a place like this? Also, what was so important about Duskenville? Upon seeing more people arrive, Cloa pulled the hood over his face, making the Cloak's face his own. It was like he was wearing a mask, only it fit tightly around his whole head. Doing this didn't prevent him from seeing, in fact, it advance his eye sight as he was now seeing through Cloaktic's eyes. "I don't suggest traveling to this place alone." He told them, even speaking out to the others that just arrived. Cloaktic's eyes soon picked up something, possibly another being hiding behind a tree not too far from them. However, Cloa dismissed this, as this forest had a bunch of spirits and other creatures lurking about. It didn't seem to want to attack, but seemed more frightened or just watching. |
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Sonic Blast Fated Kingdom Fanfic Members/Chara Data-Base Chapter 1: Otogi | Chapter 2: Claws, Rifle, and Wind Chain | Chapter 3: Crimson, Psychic, and Mage Chain | Chapter 4: Eclipse Blossom | Chapter 5: Death Chain | Chapter 6: Royal Blood | Chapter 7: Cold Chain | Chapter 8: Siege | Chapter 9: Memories of Old Kingdom | Chapter 10: Tactic, Purge, and the Fight | Chapter 11: Four Shadows | Chapter 12: Three Letters | Chapter 13: Two Sources Sonic Blast Madness Fanfic Chapter 1: Openly Close | Chapter 2: Kamelot Tol-e-maC | Chapter 3: Found Lost | Chapter 4: Reaper What You Soul | Chapter 5: Openly Reapers in Lost Tolemac | Chapter 6: Follow the Reaper | Chapter 7: Don't Follow the Reaper | Chapter 8: Fight Yourself, Die Yourself | Chapter 9: Masquerader Massacre | Chapter 10: THE Enemy | Chapter 11: Gulliver | Chapter 12: Finally, Unlimited Madness | Chapter 12: Finally, Loki's Madness(alternate ending) I'm totes a guy~ Kota: I hereby dub thee, Swolverine~ | |
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Jul 2 2010, 09:14 AM Post #9 |
I'll never let you go
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Kanata the Wolf was on an adventure. The young wolf was beginning to grow tired. She looked around, to see if she could find a village. "Hm...now let's see...would there be one around here?" She asked herself. The place where she was was barren...empty...like a desert. All she had with her was a bag filled with food, clothing and water. She ate a lot, so her bag was filled with much water. She also was very fashionable, so she had much clothing in there. She had to lug this heavy bag around. Soon she had found a village, a sort of empty village, but it was better than nothing. She walked in the village, guards pointing their spears at her. "What is this, the olden days?" She thought. She pushed the spears away, guards now following her to the info desk. |
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Jul 2 2010, 09:16 AM Post #10 |
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(Um....Kanata....where exactly are you? Duskenville is in a creepy forest-not a desert.) |
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| RabidChoco | Jul 2 2010, 10:11 AM Post #11 |
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Another frigging vine had decided to trip Austin up, landing him face-first in the peat. Austin reared back, closed his fist, channeled lightning into his gauntlet, and let fly. The impact and breaking of the tree echoed throughout the woods. As did the expletive that accompanied it, which really doesn't need to be written here. At least it would keep the fauna away from him and his hair for a while. Only now his compass wouldn't work properly thanks to the ambient charge he had on him. An eerie bluish glow suffused the wood for several meters in all directions around Austin as he resumed his trudging again. |
| Indeed, there is nothing more repulsive than these monsters that defy nature and are known by the name of witcher, as they are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives. They have no place amongst decent and honest folk. | |
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| Poison Ivy (Dee) | Jul 2 2010, 10:23 AM Post #12 |
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Just what I had in mind. Everything dead on earth, except us.
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Dextra peered around, a focused expression across her face. She tensed her lips when those in the distance began to speak, and noticed that the one above had noticed her. She remained still and simply blinked at him. Suddenly, a rush of wind, a distorted sphere passed her, heavy enough that it swept one off his feet, as well as impact the head of a husky that stood beside the sign. Barely startled, she merely clutched on her staff, rather curious as to whom it was. There didn’t seem to be a sense of badness from the other beings, which suppressed the ill feeling of the forest. Wanting to reveal herself, Dextra calmly walked out into the open towards the human who had fallen, her gown flowing like a river. “Light feet for someone who wears such heavy gear.” She smiled, resting her staff’s end on the ground. She looked at each of them - at their eyes to which hers burned into like the sun, and at their weaponry she stood and observed. “I suppose you all felt it too. This ‘Duskenville’...the voices are frail but speak to me, saying that like here, it is unwell, as if from some kind of sickness.” |
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| Zak | Jul 2 2010, 11:50 AM Post #13 |
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For The Circle
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"sorry about that, I aimed one of my spells wrong, it was merely a test, I meant no harm." Shaun said as he reached the group. He looked up at the sign, it read "Duskenville" in a particularly scratchy writing style, and was cut into an arrow pointing down the path. "Duskenville huh?" he said to himself, and continued down the path without another word. He didn't want to be rude, but didn't feel like having a conversation either. |
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Jul 2 2010, 03:51 PM Post #14 |
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I'll never let you go
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(>.< oh geez me and my short attention span) Kanata the Wolf was in a forest, the forest barren and barely filled with grass. She had a bag filled with much food, clothing and a bottle of water and other types of drinks. She got out her bottle of water and drank some of it, beginning to grow thirsty as she ventured on deeper in the forest, it beginning to grow hot. "Agh...hot weather..." she said to herself. She hated it. A short breeze fell from the sky. "ah thats better..." she told herself. "Now just to get out of this darn hot forest..." "If only I had a compass and...ma..p?" She saw a bright light, and then she felt people carrying her. When she opened her eyes, she was in a village, the village nearly empty. Yet festivities were still going on. There was a fruit market with a strange creature by it. It looked as if poor, the way it was dressed disgusted Kanata. "Is everyone dressed that way?" She thought disgusted. Then she looked around, confused and unable to think what to do next. |
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| lord of the prinnies | Jul 2 2010, 04:31 PM Post #15 |
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meh... just a prinny.
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"sorry about that, I aimed one of my spells wrong, it was merely a test, I meant no harm." said a fox with long brown coat on. He looked at the sign and continued down the trail down to Duskenville. Then the chipmunk began to speak to him. “As a matter of fact, we did. You heading there yourself?” "yea-... well, not exactly..." arcane said brushing the rest of the dirt out of his hair.”You see... I got lost in this creepy forest. It’s like a maze in there! Anyway you guys sound like you've been traveling for a while now. betcha glad you found this place huh? Arc could'nt help but smirk as he said that. "I sure as hell am." “Light feet for someone who wears such heavy gear.” said another being that just emerged from behind a tree. Arcane didn’t quite know if this person was mocking the fact that he just fell over, or complementing every one that didn't. So he didn't really respond. If he did he would have most likely put his foot in his mouth, with one of his usual responses. So he just kept quiet. She began speaking again; “I suppose you all felt it too. This ‘Duskenville’...the voices are frail but speak to me, saying that like here, it is unwell, as if from some kind of sickness.” Then the sound of trees breaking and an ear spilitting explosion rang out from somewhere out in the forest. A gust of wind that followed the explosion carried a wave of dust and dead leaves past them. The wind settled, Arcane opened his eyes and noticed the mess of dirt and leaves that rest in his silver hair that he just cleaned the last bit of dirt out of. Arcane faced every one else. "I don’t know about what you just said" has said referring to Dextra "But I’m getting the hell out of here before something else happens because of that stupid forest." Arc stared to walk past the Siberian husky and chipmunk and began cleaning his hair again for in contrast to his silverish/ white hair, dirt is fairly noticeable. "Oh!" he said breaking his stride and turning toward the newly formed group. "My name is Arcane by the way. I have the feeling we might run into each other again soon. Things are getting weird around here... well. see ya later" Arcane waved good bye with a lighthearted two fingered solute, and continued began walking down the path once again. Edited by lord of the prinnies, Jul 2 2010, 04:36 PM.
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