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  [Halloween] A Stranger
Posted by: Storyteller Dark - 10-09-2020, 03:31 AM - Forum: Mist's Edge - No Replies


Deep within the edge of mist, something stirred. Wreathed in ancient power, it rose: peat and moss fell away, clung to old bones, blackened what had once bleached white.



The creature stood: towering some seven feet tall, bones and hanging leaf litter. And then... it began to walk.

Bone-hooves stepped quietly across the pine-mulch floor, enormous antlers tangling in the leaves overhead, but the creature did not care. It emerged into the glinting moonlight beside the massive lake, and crept along its edges, wreathed in mist and mystery.

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  [Like Cats and Dogs] - The Hunt
Posted by: Storyteller Dark - 10-09-2020, 03:15 AM - Forum: Heartlands - Replies (2)


The dogs had followed Moonlight's scent, and now they waited for some sign. They milled, and sniffed for themselves; two scuffled briefly in a typical set of snarls and raised hackles before remembering they could speak, and breaking away in embarrassed, muttered apology.

But now they waited: for the leadership of the pack leader, and for Moonlight, who had first caught scent.


@Moonlight @Lorne @Nana

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  Wish Upon a Shooting Star
Posted by: Moonlight - 09-25-2020, 05:47 AM - Forum: Heartlands - Replies (10)



That day had been rather uneventful. The dogs had performed their usual tasks, some still making complaints about food every now and then, but other than that time had just flown past them like fine sand falls through the small cracks on concrete.

Right now, however, it was quiet. The day had turned to night and the Rusthounds were sleeping. But not Moonlight. Something had awakened the female at the darkest hour and after glancing up at the skies, she could come up with a couple reasons as to why that was the case.

The night sky was so beautiful tonight. Had the stars always been that bright? Lured away from her resting spot by the shining stars, the mutt seeks out higher ground where to stare up at the wonderful display. She wanted to get closer to those small dots so badly.

Settling down on a pile of rubble and other materials left behind by the grumbled down building that these remains belonged to, Moonlight set her gaze up properly this time and just- sat there. Staring at the sky. Her head was soon filled with questions related to the stars and the dark canvas they were sitting on, it made her forget to go back to sleep.

Little did she know that someone had seen her sneak away from the rest of the pack.


@Lorne

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  You're like an old married couple!
Posted by: Lorne - 09-02-2020, 02:14 PM - Forum: Heartlands - Replies (2)

Lorne sat in the shade, peering out across the plains, standing at the very edge of the city. Alone, he thought.

He thought. What a concept. To be able to suddenly think and learn and process things. His memories of the past seemed so... trivial? Meaningless? The problems of his past were so important, yet without intelligence, the memories themselves seemed so dull.

It was rough to try and sift through all of them, to make meaning of them.

With a sigh, he slowly laid down, noticing that his body seemed just a bit better than the previous day. Not because he was getting younger, but he didn't feel older by the second either. Though with his newest pup being all over the place, he doubted that feeling would last.

"Grrrass," he growled, testing words on his tongue, letting their meaning seep into his mind.

Grass. Yellow, green, brown, dead. Dead like the stuff under him, yellow like the stalks of it across the plains ahead. It was so weird.

@Nana

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  Heart of Darkness
Posted by: Matchsticks - 09-02-2020, 05:41 AM - Forum: The Tangle - Replies (58)




Black wings fluttered high among the tangled thorn-vines. The branches of the trees scrawled a series of dark and jagged slashes against the moons beyond, where they hung low in the sky; in silence, the crow flew to the highest, looking around with sharp, keen jerks of his head.

Ruby eyes studied the forest.

The pines were north: to the cold-place. He could see the distant wood where it rose on the swell of sweeping hills and cliffs, even see the brief glimmer of the vast lake many miles distant. It was a clear night; and turning west, he could see the clotted cluster of black foliage that thickened toward the heart of the Tangle.

"CAW. CAW. CAW." His voice rang out, a jarring echo in the stillness of the night, steam pluming from his black beak.

Feathers ruffled, and he flew to another branch, and then another still. He'd called for Elerrian all along the western edge of the forest, as loudly as he'd dared, and crows were hardly night-birds; his cries were out of place, difficult to not notice, or ignore. Likely, the Thornbeasts had caught wind of him, but they didn't fly, and so their predations didn't concern Matchsticks overmuch.

Another quiet flutter, and he'd returned to a branch a dozen yards back; on this hung a small, ancient, worn canvas bag and in this, he'd kept his few tiny treasures.

These consisted of a silver, finned cylinder--a space shuttle, of sorts, though Matchsticks didn't know that--on a keychain; a small and battered cardboard matchbox, with a few matches yet remaining; a rolled-up poster featuring a map of the Caldera; and a battered plastic or rhinestone necklace with half its glittering 'gemstones' missing or smeared with grime. The newest addition was a totem: a small thing he'd made himself, after Squirrus' direction. It was a small, black and twisted thing. 'Pray,' Squirrus had said, but Matchsticks didn't know to whom, or to what, he was to pray.

After long consideration, he'd decided that he liked shiny objects, food, and safety--staying hidden; and so he'd woven those concepts into his own, tiny totem. It was black--scraps of stick, of dead black leaves, of dark cloth he'd scrounged up in the city. A few Tangle thorns were jammed haphazardly into the little figure (a clumsy replica of the near-humanoid shape that Squirrus' had taken), and he'd taken two of the glittering rhinestones and stuck them on there, too. To represent food, he'd taken two small mouse-bones, and put those in; the result was a strange little cross of swathes of black, jutting bones and misplaced shinies.

Matchsticks adored it.

Where the hell is Ganymedes? Wasn't Viti coming? And where's Elerrian? I wonder if she got lost. I wonder if thornbeasts got her. Matchsticks took wing, flying a greater distance, this time, cawing as he went; the Tangle was large, and stopping to listen for replies simply wouldn't work. So he crowed, as he went, and when he finally settled near the western edges of the Tangle, he hoped that anyone hearing him might have followed.

"CAW... CAW... CAW..."

In the distance, as he settled in to wait--cawing on occasion, as a noisy beacon of sorts--he studied the western edge of the Tangle.

In the East--though Matchsticks did not know this--the world fell away in a cliff. In the West, however, the land abutted a cliff of its own: a high wall of rock that rose high above the black forest. But against this, at times--and more clearly now, this close--there was something else: a straight black spire, an unnatural shape, that rose towering against the cliff behind. It was this that Matchsticks wanted to investigate--and this for which he was calling his allies.


Anyone can join this exploration thread!

@Ganymedes (and Elerrian, if you want!) @Viti

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  [Like Cats and Dogs] The Hounds of Rust
Posted by: Storyteller Dark - 09-01-2020, 01:06 AM - Forum: Heartlands - Replies (18)

Like Cats and Dogs - Rusthounds


The day was overcast: an ominous gray, the shadows of the skyscrapers soft and blending with the darkness that ever pooled between the rubble at their bases. For the Rusthounds resting in this shade, it was a blessed relief: the heat of summer had been brutal, leaving many of them near starvation, it often being too hot for them to hunt, too hot for prey to show its face. The local cat colony had been their last-chance target; not that the dogs ever shirked from hunting them, but the pack's focus had certainly sharpened in that direction as of late. The cats lived close. They were not easy prey, but they were not the scuttling rodents or flying birds that were so much more difficult to catch. Water had been a problem, too; the dogs had to travel out to the river at least once a day to drink in the heat. But today was a reprieve from that. And today was... something more.

The dogs had drifted off to sleep--despite the sounds of the city, despite their wariness; sleep had almost forcibly, unnaturally, taken them. And then, the dreams had come: dreams of a peaceful, white place, where the light was a gentle embrace rather than the sun's deadly glare. Where pale hands seemed to sweep down, to caress their fur. A promise, love, a blessing; and in this dream, in this place of shivering white leaves and silver water, the dogs had felt loved, and safe.

When they woke, they could think.

And, as they would find, they could speak.

It was the small, fierce tan mutt--the one who would become known to them as Chief, when they learned their names--who called out first. "Um, boss-? BOSS? What's going on-?" he barked, his normally feisty nature distinctly shaken. At once, the rest--still awakening, some groggy--began to gather. Sandfur approached with caution, blinking around her: "Why do I know a name..? And--words? Did--am I still dreaming..?" she murmured. The young Rufus trotted up next, staring around himself with nervous alertness. "I dreamt, too. I dreamt-... of a good place. Of-..." But he didn't know how to describe what he had seen, and his voice drifted into silence as another--sweeping with that same awe-inspiring sense of love and kindness--took its place.

"Welcome, loyal hounds, left to the rusted city. Know this: you were not abandoned--your ancestors were not abandoned--deliberately. No-... you were loved; and I grant you now the capability to show mercy. I grant you thought, Rust-hounds, though it weakens me to do so; I gift you a way to find another path. Love, and be loved. Live, and feel the sweetness of life and light..."


The voice--and that sense of silvery, sweet touch--faded, leaving the dogs staring and trembling around them.

"...Did anyone else hear that" Chief asked, at last, hesitantly.

This thread is for the Chosen awakening of the Rusthounds feral dog pack. Other Light-aligned characters may arrive and meet them, but new threads (taking place after this one in the timeline) should be created for all other open interactions, for example with the Lionshadow.

New players may adopt the NPCs at any time; these, along with further plot information and a non-exhaustive list of pack members, may be viewed here: 'Like Cats and Dogs' Information Post. New pack members can also be made, or other Light characters may arrive to interact with them and take part in this event.

Players are encouraged to make and complete as many threads as they wish for this plot: Storyteller additions and NPC play will periodically occur. Remember: the OOC event rewarding thread completion is also on: additional exp can be claimed for each 10+ post-count thread completed through the end of September, with additional bonuses (see prior link) for three, five, and ten finished threads. (These three rewards can be claimed on any character.)

Have fun, and feel free to post any questions in that thread or in the Discord!

The Lionshadow counterpart to this thread can be found here: Click Here.




@Lorne @Moonlight @Nana

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  [Like Cats and Dogs] In the Shadow of Lions
Posted by: Storyteller Dark - 09-01-2020, 12:51 AM - Forum: Heartlands - Replies (21)

Like Cats and Dogs - Lionshadow


The day was overcast: an ominous gray, the shadows of the skyscrapers soft and blending with the darkness that ever pooled between the rubble at their bases. For the colony of feral cats--generation after generation of scrappy little fighters--living in these ruins, this place was home; and the gray day, promising the occasional dreary drizzle, would be good for hunting. The rats and mice that hid from the blazing sun of summer would brave the gray, instead, as autumn threatened to encroach.

But these cats, as it turned out, would have something else on their minds than hunting, today. And something other than the oppressive, ongoing predation of the local feral dogs: the dogs that had been, in recent days, cutting the edges of the cat's home; the dogs that had taken two young cats as prey, and left the colony in frusutrated, furious, terrified disarray. No, that was not for today...

They had fallen asleep--all of them, despite their wakefulness, disregarding the goings-on around them--and strange dreams had taken them. Dreams of a dark place of tangled thorn-vines. A promise of savage survival. A strengthen of sharpened claws and fangs, a blessing from the essence of Hunters, of Predators and Prey. And when they awoke...

They could think.

More than that: they could speak. And it was perhaps not unexpected that the first to do so was Shadowfang: the sleek black tomcat that jealously lurked the colony's edges, though his name would not yet be known to them as such. "What beneath the Two Moons is this?!" he cried, his yowl echoing through the cloud-muffled quiet of the city. From somewhere farther east, up on a ruined ledge that had once been an apartment's porch, came the voice of Echo: the gray daughter of the colony's queen. Her voice, as it turned out, was as snooty as her attitude. "I--I can think! -And speak! Mother? MOTHER?!"

Skyshine was next, the silvery tabby; she bolted into the alley's open roadway, her green eyes wide with fear. Her tail was puffed like a pipe-cleaner as she stared up at Echo's balcony. "It-t's not just me, then-?"--and her words were wavering.

Knowledge came to them all, then: a quiet murmur through their minds. It was a perfect mirror of the dreams they'd shared that night, a voice rich with domination and purring power.

"You have fought... long, and bravely, and well. You, who have always walked in the lion's shadow, you, tigers taken in miniature form. I gift to you Lion's-shadow now the tools to continue to fight. To survive. And to win. Take your claws, and your thoughts. Your teeth, and your minds. ...And above all else: survive."


There was a beat of perhaps three seconds, and then Shadowfang's voice again rang out: "And what the hell was THAT?!"

This thread is for the Chosen awakening of the Lionshadow cat colony. Other Dark-aligned characters may arrive and meet them, but new threads (taking place after this one in the timeline) should be created for all other open interactions, for example with the Rusthounds.

New players may adopt the NPCs at any time; these, along with further plot information and a non-exhaustive list of colony cats, may be viewed here: 'Like Cats and Dogs' Information Post. New colony members can also be made, or other Dark characters may arrive to interact with them and take part in this event.

Players are encouraged to make and complete as many threads as they wish for this plot: Storyteller additions and NPC play will periodically occur. Remember: the OOC event rewarding thread completion is also on: additional exp can be claimed for each 10+ post-count thread completed through the end of September, with additional bonuses (see prior link) for three, five, and ten finished threads. (These three rewards can be claimed on any character.)

Have fun, and feel free to post any questions in that thread or in the Discord!

The Lionshadow counterpart to this thread can be found here: Click Here.



@Moonscar @Stargazer @Emperor

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  Soft White
Posted by: Grace - 08-27-2020, 04:10 AM - Forum: The Scars - Replies (30)




She had never been here, before. White pebbled skin--coated in orange-pink dust--glinted where she slipped between patches of shadow amongst the labyrinth of towering stones. This dust still clung to her from the desert; that had been hot, dry... unpleasant to cross. Her feet still ached from the burning surfaces, but at least she could smell water, now.

Grace's steps came, well, graceful: delicately-placed, soft on the stone, near-silent. She was in no real hurry, moving with the patience of the ancient, her colossal form giving her the advantage of both long strides and a high vantage point. The cool scent of water drifted from somewhere farther in this canyon, and so she left the mouth of it behind--left behind, too, the vast expanse of the sand dunes now in the distance. The last of her white tail-tip vanished into the gully, and she trod carefully down a long and winding, wind-worn path carved by the elements through the canyon. At its end, at last, she heard the echo of water, the sound carrying with it the quality of an enclosed, stone space, its acoustics musical and distinct.

The tyrannosaur hummed in satisfaction, a brief sound like a grumble. Her ivory teeth, like daggers, shone as she pushed out into this new ravine, looking slowly left, then right, blinking contentedly in the less-direct heat of this place. It was pleasant, here: warm, even hot, in a way that comforted her old bones--but with the offering of shade, of tussled clusters of green plants, and-... ahh, there it was.

Water.

Grace took scent again, finding nothing that had passed by here too recently--and then leaned down to drink, in slow and gulping swallows: each taken with a backwards tip of her head, to slide the refreshing liquid down a parched, pale throat.

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  Awakened
Posted by: Melody - 08-22-2020, 12:37 PM - Forum: Everdark - Replies (9)

Melody walked slowly through the forest. Her head was held high as she looked around. She had lived here for years but now that she was awakened, she wanted to see more. She wanted to explore, she wanted to find a purpose. Melody stopped a moment to sniff the air before continuing to walk again. As she did she thought carefully on what she wanted to do. As she thought she realised her answer was in who she was. She enjoyed meeting others, enjoyed making new friends. She wanted to explore and continue to meet others, but she also wanted a way to help them. She wanted to help protect the ones she loved, the ones she considered her friends and even those who couldn't protect themselves. She just needed to figure out how to protect them. As she walked through the forest she continued to look around.

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  Lycanthropy And How to Survive It
Posted by: Ganymedes - 08-17-2020, 11:41 PM - Forum: The Tangle - Replies (44)

Gore warning!!! Basically for the entire thread.


The past three days had been awful. They'd felt so weak that their wolf form shed itself away from them, meaning they had to suffer through the cold in their bare human form. They staggered forward through the trees, breath fogging in front of their face. It would even if it wasn't cold, for they were running so hot that they were convinced their insides were cooking.

Their face was flushed as they staggered, half-blind by sickness as the sun slowly set, the stars coming out. Once the sun was gone, they too would be. And they couldn't take any chances.

A snap followed by a pained groan echoed through the trees, their stringy ebony hair hanging in front of their face as they braced themselves against a tree. Another snap and their back broke, sending them falling to the ground. They let out an agonized wail as the transformation began, convulsing on the ground as their eyes rolled back, nails turning to claws as they raked through the soil. They screamed as their face contorted and teeth shifted and ground against each other, ears moving upon their head as their spine extended and grew, a tail pushing itself from their back.

The transformation was gruesome, nothing like the fluid shift they could achieve when they weren't fighting the wolf, so scared to lose themselves that they'd go through Hell just to avoid it.

But they couldn't in the end. They never would.

A snarl echoed through the trees as the hulking beast pushed itself to its feet, bigger than the normal wolf shape it took, with long fangs and bloodshot eyes, its claws thicker and hands gone in place of thick fingers with thicker claws. The wolf was an entity unlike any other, and it licked its chops, scenting the air for anything it could hunt and kill.

It turned in the direction of an animal scent, a rabbit, and tore off after it. The poor thing stood no chance, and fell prey to its jaws, snapped up in a matter of seconds and then devoured. Anything that crossed its path would be, in the end.


@Matchsticks

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