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Post by Starchaser on Jun 5, 2020 10:07:28 GMT -5
{ mossecho Sounds good 
We can totally keep going at the pace we're at. Initially, I had just been worried that the others would get to Sanctum first and be kind of stuck, but with the side characters I think it will work out fine. I always love to explore the Alex-Lilah dynamic.
@shootforthestars I think we decided that Avani could meet with one of Moss's side characters for the time being, but if Amber decides differently when they get back on, we can always timeskip to somewhere Avani and Clari can meet. I can always have Zane off to the side too.
No worries, take your time, since I know it's a lot to get through, but my hope was to leave it off easily enough for you to put your own characters in. I wasn't 100% sure about Zane's personality, my rough draft of him is just sort of "strong and silent type" which I thought might be a nice balance to Clari's more wild, temperamental personality, and let them clash in the beginning. }
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Post by Amber on Jun 5, 2020 13:21:57 GMT -5
(Real quick, how did we decide they would find the stones again? Was it going to be through dreams or was it more based on like energy signatures of them or something?)
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Post by Starchaser on Jun 5, 2020 13:25:04 GMT -5
{ I think the dreams were what hinted to which member where they needed to find their stone, but I actually think the energy signature idea would be interesting. Maybe once they're close in range to the chosen ones can feel that their stone is nearby. }
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Post by Amber on Jun 5, 2020 13:34:45 GMT -5
(Some kind of combination could also work. Like maybe they see glimpses of the stone in their dreams, so when they get close to finding it they sense it's energy or something like that.
Also, when we said stones were we talking like gems or more along the lines of something like turquoise?)
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Post by Starchaser on Jun 5, 2020 13:49:17 GMT -5
{ Sounds good to me!
I was thinking it might vary on the individual? I know they're supposed to be sort of cohesive, but I think it might be fun to have them unique for each character. I'm not sure what everyone else thought though, I guess something like minerals was my first thought, but I don't really care much. Considering this is a fantasy world, the composition of rocks could be unique and have traits of both. I don't wanna limit creativity. }
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Post by Amber on Jun 5, 2020 13:57:36 GMT -5
(Sounds good!
Alright, I have a bit of an idea on what I want to do for Avani'd, but I wasn't entierly sure if we had any concrete ideas or not.)
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Post by mossecho on Jun 5, 2020 18:08:32 GMT -5
[[ hey y'all, sorry I haven't posted yet, but I will soon <3 ]]
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Post by Amber on Jun 5, 2020 18:19:21 GMT -5
(As a headsup, I posted an updated thing for Avani. It's in the planning thread.)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2020 0:50:13 GMT -5
OK, I'm thinking about setting up a small squirmish before a tentative acceptance. How does that sound, Star? Sorry for the long wait as well. I moved into my new apartment today. ) |
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Post by Starchaser on Jun 6, 2020 1:00:30 GMT -5
{ Works for me! And no problem, I hope it all went well for you. }
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Post by mossecho on Jun 6, 2020 1:39:03 GMT -5
[[ Okay y'all, here's Lucrecia. Important notes: I have no idea how to do an intro post, as we all know, so.... yeah. srry bout that. ]]
Lucrecia flapped her wings, scanning the ground below her for a decent place to rest. She had been flying for a while now, her wings were getting tired. There was no temptation to fall asleep or anything, but her wings were sore and starting to throb. The weight around her neck was not much help. Lucrecia always carried her father's pendant. It was light and unobtrusive when she was in her human form, but it was much more of a burden for a songbird. Still, Lucrecia could not bear to part with it.
It was probably best that she find somewhere to rest. Lucrecia began to fly down towards the grounds, dipping beneath the tree canopy and flying between branches. Eventually Lucrecia came upon a small stream. She landed on a rock by the bank, dipping down to drink some of its water.
After a few sips, Lucrecia sat back and shifted into her human form. She touched her pendant, the cold center stone warming and starting to glow. As it did, warm and thin streaks of light wound themselves around Lucrecia before cooling and forming clothing. Lucrecia's father had enchanted by a Mage in the Sanctum. for two purposes: safety and decency. The latter came in the form of clothing, the former was, well, Lucrecia was not sure how that enchantment worked. It probably doesn't work at all...
Lucrecia extended her left leg. At least, as much as there was left. She rolled up the mostly-empty pant leg until her stump was exposed. Damn you, she thought. It was almost a reflex now, cursing out her lack of a leg. Lucrecia had been born without it, but honestly for a while she did not mind. She could still get around. It was harder than it may have been for others, sure, but Lucrecia stopped noticing after a while. What was there to notice when it was completely normal? Lucrecia only realized it was bad when everyone else started telling her. When other children laughed, when adults stared in pity, when people averted their eyes. When Lucrecia became invisible.
She twisted up the fabric below her stump, wrapping it around her thigh and tying a knot. Lucrecia laid back onto the flat stone, facing up towards the bright sky. She closed her eyes, letting the sun wash across her. She could see reds and oranges dance behind her eyelids. It was, for all purposes, something beautiful. Peaceful, serene.
Lucrecia was about to fall asleep when she heard some rustling nearby. Lucrecia's hearing was not perfect, but almost any sound could be heard when there was nothing but a small stream making noise. Lucrecia shot upwards. She turned her torso she was looking in the general direction of the noise, trying to make out what must have made it.
"Hello?" she called. "Is anyone there?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2020 2:07:44 GMT -5
Uggg, I can not write a version of this I like. XD I've written the last part of my reply probably five times because I just don't like any of them. XD Ok, I'm going to sleep on this. Maybe when I wake up, I'll magically be a better writer.  ) |
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Post by mossecho on Jun 6, 2020 2:18:06 GMT -5
[[ Goodness that is the most relatable thing I've ever read Shoot xD there have been so many essays and RP posts and such that I've written and re-written. Although almost every time it ends with me saying "dang it, screw this, it'll have to do." ]]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2020 2:33:24 GMT -5
Yeah I’m probably going to get to that point tomorrow. I just want it to be niccceeee~~ you know?? XD)
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Post by mossecho on Jun 6, 2020 2:50:49 GMT -5
[[ And now for Alex! I must admit, I'm really looking forward to seeing how this friendship goes. (: ]]
Alex was, quite frankly, taken aback. Again, Lilah had just done something completely unpredictable. Alex scrambled for a response. Why can't you think of anything, you idiot? Basic conversation. You should be able to do this. The vampire immediately just looked down at his injured hand, the palm now face-up and the scar completely exposed. It was mostly a scar by now, mostly healed but still stinging. Alex scrunched up his hand a bit. There was a quick jolt of pain, less intense than it was before but still definitely painful. Alex relaxed his hand and let Lilah hold it, unsure as to what the vial would do.
It's for healing. Get your head in the game. Alex looked down at the ground before returning his gaze to Lilah's face. Her expressions were more... authentic than his. Yes, that was the right word. It was almost strange, seeing someone so willing to show what they were thinking. It almost made it harder to guess what she was saying. Back home, everyone knew to control themselves. Yet Lilah didn't. She was honest, brutally so, and it made it even harder to understand her.
"Thank you very"— Alex cut himself off, surprised that he was suddenly using the you reserved for close acquaintances and immediately switching back—"ehm, apologies. Thank you very much for your empathy. I appreciate it. Would it be alright as I referred to you casually? I do not want to offend you, but perhaps that would be appropriate."
He hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether or not to continue speaking. "I appreciate your concern as to my, ahem, diet. You do not need to worry about it. I can wait until nightfall, and until then I have some saved. If I may be so forward, I believe I should be the one concerned about you. I hear that humans need to eat every day? So far you have not eaten anything. Perhaps it would be wise to find something."
Alex pursed his lips and tipped his head down a bit. Fantastic, great thing to mention. Sustenance was a bit of a taboo back home. Well, not among vampires, but generally there was the perception that any outsider would not want to be privy to any discussions about it. It normally was not a concern, but the idea of talking about it with outsiders was strongly frowned upon. Different covens had different ways of eating, but why discuss it? Honestly, Alex was a bit weirded out by how other species ate. Meat seemed repulsive, plants utterly unappealing. It made him happy that he was not human.
"I must admit that I do not know very much about foreigners. Would you be willing to tell me about your homeland? I am not sure what is considered, ehm, typical with regards to friendships there. I would appreciate the opportunity to learn more about yourself and your homeland," Alex concluded. He raised his chin again. With his uninjured hand he readjusted his sunglasses, which had slipped down a bit on his nose when he looked down. Damn gravity.
The vampire stilled. His shoulders tensed, mainly as a reminder not to tug at his cuffs. If he did so too much, Lilah might eventually notice it and identify it as a nervous habit. "Nervousness is weakness," Alex repeated in his head. One had to demonstrate confidence. Chin high, spine straight, shoulders back. Aware and relaxed. Alex exhaled, trying to focus on his breathing instead of how unconfident he truly was.
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Post by Starchaser on Jun 6, 2020 16:25:09 GMT -5
{ mossecho Sorry for another long wait.
I have no clue why this post specifically was so hard for me, but here it is. I also spent waaayyyyy too much time trying to figure out the few Mage stuff I did put. Sorry this is weak, I'm lazy and I still really need to work on my Mage headcanons, which may also lead to some retconning. Also, same about their friendship. They're both so awkward but trying their best.
Anyways, I know I talked about a map a few days ago, but it's taking longer than I thought due to perfectionist tendencies. I'm thinking I'll just a very basic color version of it up, just so I can see the layout of the land, because it bothers me not being able to visualize it.
Also, I feel like we need to find a way to make the characters visit Alex's coven so all of his family can gawk at how strange and uncouth outsiders are and Alex is just like, "These are my friends. They are weird and kind of wrong, but I love them anyways." Like a cat owner. }
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2020 16:28:37 GMT -5
 Clarisse Alinsky  “The sun watches what I do, but the moon knows all my secrets.” - J M Wonderland ✶ ⤐ ☾ ⬷ ✶
In the day that they had been traveling, the small delegation had met little resistance through the unstable parts of their territory. In the last few months, the freedom to roam the century old boundary lines without incident had been firmly snatched from the Alinskys. Her father attributed it to the magical imbalance in a rapidly changing world, but her mother tended to thing it was something more practical.
The neighboring packs have been restless lately, Clari. Her mother had stared her down that day, glittering sunshine eyes whispering about things untold. Her black lips had pulled back in the start of a disgusted sneer. This has gone on since my father’s time... no doubt before that. You’ll inherit our problems one day and you should know the dangers of your neighbors. They will take everything they can from us because they are weaker than us. Times are changing. Always be on your guard.
So far, there had been no need for raised hackles or flashing teeth. The border of their territory was only a few more minutes away, and Clari was feeling the anticipation of having to cross the small stretch of unclaimed land before they entered the official land of the Sanctum. The spot was a war zone on a good week, but with all the unrest in the world, it was bound to be a bloodbath. Her father had prepared her hours before they had reached the furthest most point in an effort to keep his bounding and eager young daughter out of trouble, but the discussion had only tightened the coil in her spine.
Clarisse wanted to fight something to let off the steam that had built to the point of bursting in her stomach. Yet, as they trudged through the freshly laid snow, she wondered if her father had hyped up the amount of danger present. He was known to do such a thing in an attempt to scare her off; her mother usually took the opposite approach. Neither worked really. Whether the story was highly exaggerated or horribly underplayed, Clari simply wanted a role to play in it.
A yelp to her right perked her ears and set her nerve endings on fire, but she was quickly deflated when she noticed at it had been dragged from the ever dramatic Redis. The russet wolf shook out his coat when the others surrounded him, curious and concerned by the pained sound. He adjusted the straps around his shoulder that were attached to the front of a small cart with supplies before his lips pulled back in a sheepish manner, "Sorry, everyone. I tripped over a rock."
Her father just emitted a low noise of annoyance before walking back to the end of the patrol to where her mother was waiting. The others lingered to give the young male a hard time and mess around for a moment, happy and playful whines meeting alert eyes. If she was in her human form, Clari would have rolled her eyes and scoffed. Instead, she grunted with her ears up in a show of confidence.
"Rafe, Redis. You had us all thinking that you were being attacked." The young male hunkered down again and looked at her with apologetic eyes in which she returned with a good natured body bump. "Do you want to switch? I think it's my turn to pull the supplies."
Red glinted in the sun and off the reflective snow when he fidgeted and licked up at her muzzle with bayed eyes. Submission, but not fearful. Respect. "No, I'm fine for now, Clarisse. I haven't had it long. But I, well, I don't know. Thank. You - Rafe, I'm trying to say - "
"Rogue on the north side of the border!"
Clarisse's ears flopped with the force in which she turned her head, mouth open from the excitement of the call. The two sentries sprung into action first, moving swiftly to intercept the stranger, and Clari would have joined them had it not been for the viscous growl from her mother. "Clarisse Alinsky, do not go over there! Emmett and Fyn can handle this without you causing a scene! You'll only make it worse!"
The young female werewolf whined in frustration, "You never let me have any fun..."
But she hunkered down obediently as she watched the two males close the distance, legs inching to move. Even from where she stood, she could see the skinny state of the male, the way his black coat was pulled back slightly on his rear leg. His scent didn't quite read like fear, but Clari wondered if that would change when confronted with Fyn's massive white jaws. The scent of the rabbit, pure as show and without drop of blood, washed over her and she whined again knowing that he was fear to try to make peace.
She didn't know if it would matter much. Most packs didn't abide by the treaty offerings anymore because of widespread unrest. Yet, as much as she wanted to hop into the fight just because she could, Clari wasn't without her morals. The Alinsky's usually ran off rogues on sight, but not when they had a peace offering. They would give him a chance to speak and then deal with him accordingly. She wondered with perked ears if she would have to break up a fight.
Emmet wasn't the friendliest wolf in the world.
They circled him once, lips pulled back to reveal their front canines and nothing else. Emmett snapped at the male's heels aggressively, "Who are you? State your business!" Fyn moved around to his front to keep him moving, turning him in a circle as they tried to understand why he was trespassing on Alinsky land.
Ok, so I think I'm going to keep the reply from last night that I wrote. I don't really like it that much, but I've rewritten it about five times and I still don't like it so, what can you do?? Clari will probably come into the fight to break it up in the next reply so feel free to start a scene. XD) |
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Post by Amber on Jun 6, 2020 17:14:32 GMT -5
(No worries, intro posts can be diffcult and they're usually a mixed bag for me. With that said, I'm interested to find out more about Lucrecia and I like her introduction.)
It was around midday by the time the forest began to thicked up. The road- if it could truly be called that -would hopefully lead her directly to the Sanctum soon. Of course she didn't know what exactly she needed to look out for, but assumed it would be fairly obvious. The angel hoped she would find the large city soon or at least someone who could point her to the right way. She was running low on food and didn't have a clue on how to hunt or forge in the woods. Avani wasn't too frightened of her prospects however, she would find someone eventually. As the woman contiuned on her path, she quietly sang, her voice soft and sweet. She missed the songs of her family and people as the days passed. It was rare for there to be any silence back home. There were always someone joyfully singing or people holding friendly conversations in the nearby markets. Bird songs could only do so much to replicate that.
With a sigh, Avani moved on in thought. There were other things to be happy and excited about, there was no point in focusing on the negative. A light autumn breeze blew past. Avani flared her wings out behind her for a moment, a small smile forming on her lips. Autumn was nearly in full swing, which the young woman was greatful for. Angels weren't built for the heat. Their mountainous homes and sky cities were always cool due to being so high up. It wasn't unusual to see to see clouds pass through the various settlements. It was usually welcoming, but storms would occasionally pose a problem. The territory made for the perfect environment for the winged people. A small bird flew overhead and she could just barely began to hear a nearby bubbling stream. The woman grinned. Despite her love for the mountains and meadows of angel territory, walking through the forest was a welcoming expierence.
As Avani contiuned on her path, the sounds of the stream were getting closer. She had half the mind to go check it out, but also knew it would waste whatever precious time she had. She didn't know much about the situation, the angelic woman had been rather cryptic whenever she visited Avani. There was some prophecy she had to help complete with other chosen ones. It was their job to do what their ancestors couldn't; save the world they knew and defeat some unknown evil. Unfortunately, Avani was no closer to answers. Twigs snapped under her boots as she thought it over. If she didn't even know who to look for, how could she help? Maybe she would know the others when she saw them. Perhaps-
A voice called out to her from the bushes ahead. Avani stared at them for a moment and smiled. There was another person! Another non-angelic person! Excitment began to rise in her chest, she wasn't sure how to react for a moment. Avani lightly laughed before walking forward. "Ja, I'm out here," she answered as she made her way towards the voice. The stranger didn't have an angel's accent. In fact, Avani couldn't tell what it was. She would find out soon enough when she finally met the person. Lumbering her way through the bushes, the angel revealed herself with a grin and friendly wave.
(Not my best work because I was a little stuck on what to do. With that said, I hope it works. Also I redid Avani's character thing, so if you want to take a look at it, you can find it on page 6 of the planning page.)
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Post by Starchaser on Jun 6, 2020 18:12:51 GMT -5
{ @shootforthestars No worries! I think it's a great reply lol
I started a little spat so Clari could have her way, I hope I was true enough to the characters and made some assumptions about werewolf society, but feel free to correct anything. I'm not real sure about the fake history, so I might mess with that later too. This one's a little short, sorry.
Also, there's a fight scene so... yeah. I'm still not too great with wording wolf fights. Or any fights. }
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Post by mossecho on Jun 6, 2020 19:14:19 GMT -5
[[ When I was younger all I wanted was to be an adult. I'm still young, but man I wish I was a kid again. No responsibilities, nothing to worry about. That was the life.
It's fine, I totally understand. Some posts are really fun and easy for me to write, while others take freaking forever and still come out wonky and weird.
Don't worry about the map! Take your time, I certainly don't mind. I'm also a bit of a perfectionist, not that you could tell from my posts, heh so it's fine with me if you need some extra time.
Honestly I'd love for them to visit the Lancasters, if only for Clari and/or Alex to yell at them and then storm off. I'm not quite sure what Lilah's relationship is with them, but clearly they were not great. It'd be nice to have a little telling-off. (: ]]
Alex held his hand up, inspecting it as if it was foreign to him. Back home there was little in the way of medical care. Most of that was up to the discomfort most people felt around those in pain. One had to hide their pain, physical or emotional, or else they were labelled as irrational, immature, irresponsible. Still, Alex felt oddly relieved that Lilah had noticed. Well, not that she had noticed, but that she had been so kind about it.
Before putting his hand back in his pocket, Alex made a fist again. It did not hurt this time. Wow. He smiled a bit, one of those small smiles that showed his teeth, before realizing his error. Immediately he reset, hand back in pocket and expression blank.
Alex nodded when Lilah voiced her approval for more casual speaking terms. It was almost reassuring that he would not have to tiptoe around that anymore. It was an easy system to follow back home, where one could tell practically just by looking at someone where they came from. Alex could practically hear the elders speaking: "our's is an elegant system, meant to preserve order and tradition." Perfect for his own kind, but Alex was starting to realize more and more how difficult it was with foreigners. Which, frankly, was not a big problem for most people back home. Most of the time, Alex did not even register these linguistic intricacies. Now he could not see anything but them.
Alex began walking alongside Lilah, staring mostly out in front of them and not actually at her. Hopefully she would not mind much (or even notice, if he was lucky). The part about how rarely Mages ate was certainly unusual. He had been taught that humans had to eat all the time, a signal of their greed and penchant for disorder and chaos. If something so simple like that was wrong, then what else was?
As Lilah spoke about her home, from her childhood to Mage's merit-based system (which both made a lot of sense and seemed phenomenally wrong—you're just not used to it, calm down, you're supposed to be learning, don't judge), Alex kept getting struck by both how little he knew about other species and how differently they lived. It was not like he did not believe Lilah or understand what she was saying, but so much of it was so... strange. Buildings as tall as trees seemed impossible. Focusing on the individual instead of the collective seemed unreasonable. He had always known that other species did not live like vampires, of course they did not. But it was so strange just how different they were.
That said, there were similarities. Vampires also had a council that they unoriginally called the Council. It was technically comprised of elected officials, but like with Mages, only very important vampires got the position. In other words, the oldest vampires were entirely in charge. Alex considered mentioning this, but chose not to once Lilah started talking about House Lancaster.
It was strange, really. Her tone had changed somehow, but Alex could not tell why. He glanced at Lilah, trying to figure it out. And, of course, that did not help. She must really not like them. What did they do to her? Alex pursed his lips before facing forward again, listening to Lilah while trying to quell his own thoughts. She was speaking so negatively about them. Alex could not imagine criticizing others so openly like that. Perhaps Alex was biased, coming from the oldest and thus most prominent coven, but it still seemed so brash of Lilah to be so critical. Alex could not imagine voicing doubt against the Council or, quite frankly, anyone in national government.
Lilah continued and Alex continued to absorb what she was saying. Again, it was all so different. When she finished, Alex stopped and glanced over to see if she had anything else to add. Instead he found her looking at him. Alex blinked stupidly. What is there to say? he wondered. That's the thing, he really did not see much that was particularly noticeable about vampires. Everything else was the anomaly, not them. But isn't that what anyone would say about themselves? Of course I think we're the normal ones.
"Ehm, well..." Alex began walking again, scrambling for something interesting to say. "We value order among all else. The Cataclysm is the epitome of chaos and it almost destroyed everything. It is only natural to thus do the opposite, hence our preference for control and order."
Alex paused. That was certainly not a good way of putting that. Rude, demeaning, ignorant. How very typical of you. Borderline insulting, really, if it did not just completely cross the border into the realm of ignorance and rudeness.
"Apologies, I did not mean it like that. Just... I don't know. My apologies. What I mean to say is that, ehm, our society is built upon those principles. There have been many eras in our history where our society devolved into chaos. There were almost none of us left even before the Cataclysm. Only a few actually survived it, so ever since, we worked to prevent that."
He had to change the subject. Alex immediately went to the topic of covens, knowing that the Mages did not live that way and hoping that Lilah would be more interested by that than vampires' core values and tumultuous history. "As you know, we live in covens. Essentially they are family units, although they differ in size. I am from the Antier Coven, as I said. Each coven has their allotted territory within the nation, in accordance to their origins and living preferences. There is a general hierarchy of covens, determined mainly by age, number, and potential contribution to the greater nation. Ehm, we identify ourselves based on our coven and home so we know how to address each other. That is very important to us. The Antier Coven is the most prestigious, as we are the oldest by far. Within each coven there is a hierarchy as well. I am, in my coven, what would be considered middle-class by other species. That said, because of my coven, I hold a higher ranking than the highest-ranking individuals in the second-highest coven. It is very rare for anyone to leave their coven, aside from those who leave to work in national government. Those who do are called the Bondless..." Alex trailed off. I suppose I am Bondless now. Or at least very close to it.
The vampire cleared his throat, scrambling for something else to say. "We generally stick to our own. We value family, hence the whole coven thing. Anytime we meet or socialize with anyone outside our family, it is normally a political function. That's why I asked about Mage friendships, we just don't meet a lot of people outside our covens. I have met people from outside my coven, of course, but mainly at weddings. We mostly practice arranged political marriages, although among the lower castes there is more interaction between covens. They are less political than we are. Ehm, all vampires value ritual and tradition. Essentially we have a lot of holidays. We celebrate a lot of anniversaries. Not so much birthdays, but historical events and the like are a big deal for us."
Alex continued walking, this time in silence. He looked over at Lilah before refocusing his attention on what was in front of him. It felt so weird to talk about his home like that. You're being ingenuine. She asked about you, talk about you. Alex opened his mouth, searching for something he could say. He stopped in his tracks for a moment before resuming their casual pace. "Apologies. That probably sounded a bit textbookish. On a personal note, ehm... I am not sure. As I said, I am from the Antier Coven. I was never important enough to go to our Capital, much less the Sanctum. I am the second child of my parents, which is unusual for us. My parents are government officials, although they rarely travel to the Capital. I would probably be doing their job in the future, if..."
That was probably enough. Alex was not sure if he should talk about the rest. Now that he thought about it, he had no idea why Lilah was traveling. It was certainly unusual for a Mage to be traveling through Infernal territory. Alex's eyebrows furrowed and he glanced over at said Mage, suddenly struck by confusion.
"If I may, you spoke about House Lancaster at some length. May I ask why?
[[ Ehhhhhh oof I have bad feelings about this lengthy post xD pardon me and my penchant for using em dashes incorrectly and overusing commas, ellipses and bland dialogue also I think I accidently stole the "our's is an elegant system" from the Hunger Games, which is not the comparison I wanted to make but for some reason I find it kinda weirdly funny, lol ]]
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Post by mossecho on Jun 6, 2020 19:52:22 GMT -5
[[ okay y'all, i must admit to burnout w the alex post so this one'll be a bit shorter than normal and also i guess i'm neglecting capitalization again? idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
also what are shifter accents like again? i don't remember if we talked about it ]]
Lucrecia looked up and waved back. She moved to stand, the movement a bit more difficult given how sore her arms were. If only shifting meant that the limbs would become completely relaxed, but no. If her wings felt heavy, then Lucrecia's arms felt heavy too. Once she had regained her balance (Lucrecia had a horrid sense of balance, both as a human and a bird â it made her flying a bit chaotic), Lucrecia took the chance to stare at the stranger. At least, she hoped it was not too obvious that she was staring. It was hard not to, seeing as how the stranger was easily over six feet tall and Lucrecia was about an inch shorter than five feet (she insisted it was an inch, her father said it was two, but either way, Lucrecia was short).
That was Lucrecia: small. She made up for it to a certain extent with her big personality, but ultimately talking a lot did not make up for lost inches. Lucrecia craned her neck, as if that would help her take in the stranger. She held her arms out, checking her balance to ensure that she did not fall backwards into the water. That would certainly not be graceful.
Given both the stranger's accent and hulking wings, Lucrecia felt confident calling them an angel. I've never meet an angel before, wow! Are they all that tall? Do they all have wings like that? How do they manage to fly like that? Is it comfortable? How is their weight distributed? Does it hurt to sit on chairs with backs because it gets in the way of their wings? Do they wear jackets? Can they wear jackets?
The shapeshifter opted not too ask these questions immediately. Lucrecia had been lectured more than once about the importance of meeting people before interrogating them with her endless barage of questions. When Lucrecia was a kid, the other kids would all hammer her with questions about her leglessness before actually bothering to ask her name. Perhaps Lucrecia's penchant for questions was a result of that.
"Hi!" Lucrecia waved again, a large and enthusiastic smile painting her face. "I'm Lucrecia! Lucrecia Zebrowska. I'm just passing through here. Who are you? What's your name? I'd love to get to know you. You're an angel, right? Wow! I've never met an angel before. So hi! Really happy to meet you!" She spoke quickly, as if she was given fifteen seconds worth of words to say and decided to say it all in half the time. Lucrecia tended to fit her entire spiel into one long rush, not even bothering to take a breath. She kept her smile the entire time.
[[ just trying to keep Lucrecia as far away from Alex's personality as possible, so prepare yourself for lots of questions and really fast talking and over-exaggerated expressions (and aaaaall the exclamation points). Also, just as a personality reference, she is probably going to turn out pretty similar to Ty Lee from ATLA in terms of personality ]]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2020 20:33:49 GMT -5
I don’t know if I have thought about the shifter’s having accent before. XD I guess I kind of imagine something harsher, but also elegant. Kind of like a wolf, if that makes sense. XD Hmmm.... let me think about it. I don’t think a smooth accent would make sense in my mind, but it would defiantly be rich in sound and variance. Something that goes high to low and places a lot of emphasis on certain words. Ah, I’m so bad at this. XD I honestly have no idea how language works so I really don’t know. XD Also, a good hide tanning would be right up my alley.  ) |
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Post by mossecho on Jun 6, 2020 20:43:53 GMT -5
[[ I think that would work very well. So essentially there are a lot of up-and-downs in how they speak, right? In other words there is basically a lot of sound variance. It would go very well with how the shapeshifters work. I love it! (: ]]
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Post by Amber on Jun 6, 2020 20:44:41 GMT -5
(Maybe accents can vary depending on the group? For example with Elementals it can mostly be the same, but for like Infernals the vampires, demons, fae, etc. could all have different accents. The same can be done for shifter's. Werewolves have mostly the same accent while general shifters have something different.
I'll get my reply up after dinner. Grilled some burgers and they turned out great.)
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Post by mossecho on Jun 6, 2020 20:50:20 GMT -5
[[ Oh yeah, that's a great idea Amber! Maybe werewolves have the most distinct accent of all the shifters, just since they separated themselves from the other shifters. So perhaps they use more vowels and inflections than the other shifters, I don't know. ]]
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Post by Amber on Jun 6, 2020 20:52:10 GMT -5
(Yeah, that was exactly along the lines of what I was thinking.)
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Post by mossecho on Jun 6, 2020 21:26:32 GMT -5
[[ Great! Again, I think it works very well. Are there any species that we haven't addressed yet? ]]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2020 21:28:48 GMT -5
Clarisse Alinsky “The sun watches what I do, but the moon knows all my secrets.” - J M Wonderland ✶ ⤐ ☾ ⬷ ✶
When she was a pup, Clarisse had attended her first execution. At the young and impressionable age of three, Clarisse had sat in the courtyard of the small town, her eyes wide as the male was dragged in. She remembered the way that his human flesh had been shredded in seconds and the blood had bathed the eerily silent crowd. Killings were a regular occurrence in her society, but they were almost always saved for those deemed an immediate threat to the safety of the pack. Maybe it was the fact that the male had died execution style that stayed with her. At the time, she had not asked why nor could she comprehend asking such a thing as she cried at the blood letting.
Yet, her mother had picked her up into her arms and comforted her. He was a traitor to his kind, the lowest of lows. Nothing matters more than your family, Clarisse. Nothing.
She had only seen one other execution, but the female's crimes against her family had been so vast that Clari had almost relished the light being snuffed out of her eyes. She had been repulsed at herself feeling such a way; a life was a life, no matter what they had done. Our Alpha and Lieutenants were killed, the rest of us given the choice to join or be chased off. I received this mark because I refused.
Her creme and white muzzle tilted all over again, interest quickly replacing the need to let off steam. His story, while more common than anyone liked to admit, struck an odd cord with her. She looked at her Alphas, "Shouldn't we honor the treaty? He's pack less and scarred."
It was her father who responded which surprised her. In many packs, the male Alpha was the more dominant figure, but Clarisse had never seen her father completely in control before. Her mother, black as night and strong as an ox, had passed down far too much of her confidence to her daughter. They were a team, but everyone in the pack knew that Irene Alinsky wore the pants in the relationship.
"Exactly. His scar shows him to be a traitor to his kind. We cannot except someone like him into our ranks."
She didn't look persuaded, "Did you not listen to his story, Papa? Different packs hold different traditions. It's not unrealistic for his story to be accurate." When the fight started and little dots of blood stained the snow, Clarisse was surprised to feel her stomach turn. What is wrong with me lately? She popped up from the ground and appealed to her father with a wag of her tail and nudge to the chin. "Papa, give him a chance!"
The male's stance solidified as he watched his daughter vouch on the male's behalf, "No."
"They are going to kill him." The rogue's yelps accented her plea. She looked back and forth at the viscous scene, the same repulsed feeling bubbling up in her gut. This wasn't right. The poor male had come to petition for a chance and he was going to die for it. They usually ran intruders off, not killed them for all to see.
"It doesn't matter, Clari. He shouldn't have come."
The white rabbit's red eyes stared at her from across the clearing, mocking her. Coward... you're a coward for letting an innocent male die. She rocked forward once, uncertain and whining at the display. A fight was one thing; she could condone (even encourage) a fight in the name of keeping the peace between the packs. A killing because tensions were high...? How did that solve anything? And why did it bother her so much?
Clarisse was taking off before her mother could snarl for her to get back in line. Though she didn't see it, her father stepped in front of Irene. Let her go.
Large paws raced through the snow. Emmett's bloody jaws were the only thing she saw before she was bowling him over. Snarling, they rolled together in the snow for a few heartbeats before Clarisse released him to handle Fyn as well. She charged the large white male, but met no resistance from his end. He hunkered down in submission as the other male snarled at her again. She spun to intercept his next attack, dominance in every inch of her impressive muscle.
"Enough!"
The command was all it took for Emmett to hesitate, but as blood dripped off his maw, he marched up to her and chest bumped her, "Don't get involved with this, pup! You know the laws!"
Clarisse placed her head assertively against Emmett's shoulder, "Damn right I do and I know you're out of line! Stand down before this pup teaches you a lesson in submission."
He stood his ground for a few more seconds, but the weight of the female's growling jaws against his fur must have produced enough fear that the male tucked his ears back and hunkered down. The release of a low whine from him placated her and she relaxed her gums back over her front canines. Clari pushed past the male and towards the rogue, eyes wary of him. One yip sent the sentries walking back to the alphas side, bruised and less than pleased that they had been stopped by the troublesome Alinsky daughter.
He looked even thinner up close and severely more beat up than a few minutes prior. She edged around him curiously, her wondrous nature overwhelming any rational thinking. She nudged him up to his feet and sniffed his scar. No infection and no healing. It wasn't recent in that case. Her eyes narrowed on him as she growled. "Get up. If your story is true then, Rafe, you're lucky I was in a good mood today. Most would have let them shred you to pieces and leave you to the crows."
She circled him once more this time watching the rise and fall of his faint, yet strong muscles with sparkling brown eyes, "Who did you say you were again?"
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Post by Starchaser on Jun 6, 2020 21:35:49 GMT -5
{ Like what you guys are coming up with! I swear I'll finally get the lore board up sometime tonight or tomorrow. It may not look very good though lol
Also, responses are underway! }
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2020 21:41:40 GMT -5
mossecho Amber Yeah that is perfect!!  That’s exactly what I was thinking or trying to say earlier. XD I like that for the shifters! Perhaps in the different shifters each dialect can resemble their respective animal. )
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That’s exactly what I was thinking or trying to say earlier. XD I like that for the shifters! Perhaps in the different shifters each dialect can resemble their respective animal. 