Dark Grove
A dark grove deep within an ancient and foreboding wood. An old graveyard and a decrepit crypt are situated at its center and a faint path winds westward out of the grove and back towards the main trail.
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Ecstasy [17] A man with a strange sense of humour and a tendancy to joke about. He is a cold blooded killer, who only appears when his organization send him to take care of someone...
Anumos [13] Man it has been a long time since I have been out of there...
Luke Coliander [12] "Come on come on, let it pour out of your soul!"
Nobody Knoes [9] So? It is only death...I mean all my friends are already dead.
Doctor Durough [2] "i see your fate... it is sealed child, the last wisps of your life will pass and there is nothing that can be done
Dirge Niscar [1]
Cruor [1] A pseuododragon with too much blood in his alcohol stream
Clive Esteep [1] [quote]My Queen...[/quote]
Eileen Fenstner [1]
Silhouettes [0] Outlines and sketches of what is, and what is to become.
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"It's called a band-aid..even little 'uns use it for small cuts and such,it keeps all the dirt out and everythin'. Lot easier then holdin' em down so you can put on a bandage whils' they wriggle abou' right?...Don't ye have to be off savin' civilians?" He asked
Clarice Akakios nodded firmly and rose to her feet.
"You're right," she replied. "I've dilly-dallied enough."
The young woman turned and walked calmly away from the graveyard, silently wishing the strange man well.
"You're right," she replied. "I've dilly-dallied enough."
The young woman turned and walked calmly away from the graveyard, silently wishing the strange man well.
The man rolled over and up,sighing heavily and stumbling off towards the largest group of graves he could find. That would be where he would live from now on and he was happy with just that.
Although he hoped the girl would be okay,at the very least that he'd see her making up for her sins.
Although he hoped the girl would be okay,at the very least that he'd see her making up for her sins.
Steve was crouched low over one of the graves with a towel, digging at the grass covered ground to expose soft soil underneath that was layered over the coffin that no doubt lie beneath. He had a perfectly normal explanation to what he was doing. He was planting flowers. In someones grave. Yes...
Grave Digging! That had always been a 'fun' topic for the tremendously or those looking to make 'profit' off things people no longer needed, they spoke of how one didn't take material possession or 'valuables' to the afterlife so leaving them in the Coffins or 'Graves' with those who had passed away seemed to be such a WASTE! A waste I tell you!
While one, well clearly they where SO planting flowers in..someones graves, another was a bit more obvious. Albeit there seemed to be a large hole in the ground, grass and flowers seemed to be strung about- the tombstone overturned. Moments after one could seem more dirty flying up out of the hole, like some manner of 'large dog' had just dog it, heck one couldn't put it past such a possibility, this was 'Terra'.
While one, well clearly they where SO planting flowers in..someones graves, another was a bit more obvious. Albeit there seemed to be a large hole in the ground, grass and flowers seemed to be strung about- the tombstone overturned. Moments after one could seem more dirty flying up out of the hole, like some manner of 'large dog' had just dog it, heck one couldn't put it past such a possibility, this was 'Terra'.
A delicious scent could be detected somewhere among the trees... odd considering that it was an ominous place, this grove... of course, anyone who managed to brave the ominous woods would find a small makeshift camp, a certain hooded two-tailed cat stirring a stew bubbling above a campfire, the century old cat humming to himself.
Paused. The Creature digging the hole would seem to raise its head up, the only thing visible currently. That odd nose of its twitching as the creature seemed to pick up on something....delicious. Albeit when it came to the matters such as 'food' it would go on a limb to steal or obtain it- even so much as stopping its previous topic and chasing after the more 'important' target.
The Creature would look around, it didn't even notice the Man who was digging- rather it seemed to 'climb' out of the hole in a frantic manner, sliding back in twice and kicking up quite a bit of dirt. Though within moments the creature sprung into the air, sadly the poor Century 'Old Cat' would find a massive Grizzly Sized Hare crash into his tent and possibly tangling up in it, the picture would be quite priceless? After all she can't change direction mid jump.
The Creature would look around, it didn't even notice the Man who was digging- rather it seemed to 'climb' out of the hole in a frantic manner, sliding back in twice and kicking up quite a bit of dirt. Though within moments the creature sprung into the air, sadly the poor Century 'Old Cat' would find a massive Grizzly Sized Hare crash into his tent and possibly tangling up in it, the picture would be quite priceless? After all she can't change direction mid jump.
Jubei's moment of oblivious happiness was hilariously ruined, his one eye, which was closed as he happily stirred his pot of stew, shooting open as Phoibe crashed into his tent. Poor tent... well... at least it was made with some sturdy stuff.
Looking at the giant hare, the traveling warrior stared for a moment... before letting out a light-hearted laugh. "Geez! Didn't think my grub was so good it'd cause someone to jump at it from outta nowhere!" he joked, not really bothered by his tent being dismantled.
Looking at the giant hare, the traveling warrior stared for a moment... before letting out a light-hearted laugh. "Geez! Didn't think my grub was so good it'd cause someone to jump at it from outta nowhere!" he joked, not really bothered by his tent being dismantled.
Steve suddenly jerked upright, dirt staining his denim wear as his eyes sought the source of the sounds around him with suspicious eyes and a sharp tongue ready to speak. And then he heard Jubei, hastily putting the plant into the hole (pot and all) and burying it, including the leaves.
"Hello," he called out into the darkness, "Who is there?"
"Hello," he called out into the darkness, "Who is there?"
Dismantled! But not destroyed..entirely, rather the Creature found herself being tangled up in it. Obvious from how her back legs stuck out the end and the tips of her fingers or front paws along with her head out the front. The Creature was completely...wrapped in what use to be the tent and was now squirming about..quite angrily, if one came across such they would assume the Feline was making the Hare into Supper!
The Creature grumble, squirming again as those pinkish hues fixated upon the kettle or pot. But those overly sensitive ears did pick on the others 'calls' albeit the one named Steve.This is...humiliating...
And then she sneezed, it wasn't certain to if that put the fire out or not..but a Taguel's sneezed was...LOUD.If you consumed as much as I did daily the smell of food would rive you insane...ugh and now I'm..stuck..though it seems there's someone else-
Jubei chuckled, making his way over to the hare. "Heh... well, if ya stop squirmin', you won't have to stay humiliated. Just calm down and lemme get ya free." he said, looking at the mess the giant hare was stuck in. Well... it didn't make him happy, but it looked like he might have to cut the tent up. Of course, he could just sew it back up.
...Of course, that was the plan, before he heard Steve call out. "Just a traveler, mister! Don't freak out, we ain't dangerous..." he called back... and then Phoibe sneezed, causing his fire to go out. "...Huh..." he mumbled, before pulling out one of the swords strapped to his back, his sword slicing at the air at near impossible speeds... and the tent wrapped around Phoibe went limp, falling to several pieces, not a hair harmed on... uh... the hare.
...Of course, that was the plan, before he heard Steve call out. "Just a traveler, mister! Don't freak out, we ain't dangerous..." he called back... and then Phoibe sneezed, causing his fire to go out. "...Huh..." he mumbled, before pulling out one of the swords strapped to his back, his sword slicing at the air at near impossible speeds... and the tent wrapped around Phoibe went limp, falling to several pieces, not a hair harmed on... uh... the hare.
Not dangerous? That sounded legit. He moved in the direction of the two, forgetting the buried plant behind him as he moved into view to reveal that he was a perfectly normal Terran, albeit with blue hair. "Hello," he stated again, "I am Steve. What activity are you both engaged in? Do you require help? It is my duty as a Terran to offer."
The Creature or 'Hare' would seem to 'growl' in irritation, albeit mostly because she didn't like being confined or 'wrapped' up.
Though it seemed a 'Third' would be added into the party, albeit the Man came upon the encampment.
The Creature would add, neither of them where happy- more so Jubei as the fire had been extinguished and well his tent ruined!Fine. Fine. But if you cut me with that blade Feline I swear you'll pay for it...though this humiliation will follow me the rest of my days.
Though it seemed a 'Third' would be added into the party, albeit the Man came upon the encampment.
Though it seemed the Creature was freed, she didn't even really see the Blade move...rather the tent had been sliced seven ways and the creature found herself standing upon her hind legs- looking down upon the two like the...imposing Giant Hare she is. Though she instantly went for the pot- she desired to know whats inside..even if it was meant to be someone else's meal...Tagual didn't have manners.I'm not sure you can say we on the not being dangerous aspect- I apologize for..causing you so much trouble however.
The bipedal cat let out a small sigh, chuckling a bit as Phoibe started to eat up his stew. "...Ah well... guess I gotta get more food soon." he said, before looking over at Steve. "Nah, everything's fine here. Just a bit of an accident." he explained, one of his ears idly twitching as he spoke.
Meanwhile, the Taguel would find that the stew he was making was a carefully and expertly made stew using fish and various seasonings and spices, put in to add a punch of delicious flavor.
Meanwhile, the Taguel would find that the stew he was making was a carefully and expertly made stew using fish and various seasonings and spices, put in to add a punch of delicious flavor.
"I see." Steve gave the both of them the queerest stare at the both for an exceptionally long time, before he finally spoke; "You are both half-animals. Do you have half-owners?" He hadn't really invited himself over, just stood staring, practically motionless, only a rise and fall of his chest to note that he was in fact alive and moving.
The Creature wasn't eating it JUST yet, rather then keen nose was picking out the ingredients as she didn't desire to repeat her first Potato Incident, rather she would sniff at the Pot while the Feline addressed Steve.
The Creature would scoot away from the Pot, standing on its hind legs now.Fish. Ugh, that's almost as bad as potatoes...
The Voice echoed from its form, though those pinkish hues narrowed at the one named Steve.You can keep your Stew, I'll merely find something else to consume...I may have to hunt Wyverns again..
The Creature snorted, oh yes she was quite the cocky one.Indeed..I tend to get a bit mental when I'm hungry- though I am not...Half..Animal! I'm a full blooded Taguel, and the moment one claims ownership over me..I'll rip their limbs of and use their torso as a door mat.
"Heh... well... probably wouldn't of filled you up anyway..." he said, closing his visible eye, before looking over at Steve. Unlike Phoibe, the cat didn't seem really bothered by what Steve said. "Heh... sorry, pal. I ain't exactly half-animal. I'm a beast-kin, and nah, I ain't even sure what the hell a half-owner is." he said, chuckling a bit, making his way back over to the campfire, using some flint to try and start the fire back up.
"Steve... Does not know either," he answered, narrowing his eyes at Jubei. His story flew, for now. But he would have to watch that one. They were suspicious. His attention suddenly snapped to Phoibe. "St- er, I will not be feasted upon if that is your intent. I have been practising running many distances with Steve's legs!"
The Creature would scrunch its face up.
She would trail off, the creature clutching its stomach with those hand paws of its. Though sadly her dislike came from a dislike for Hume(s) more so then whom they where...he looked Hume(s) so she assumed such.Hrm. It wouldn't of, and I'm still starving...
The Creature grumbled, moving to scratch its ears with its back paws.What the Cat said...
And now she would retort to eating grass, ripping it out of the ground and seeming to munch away.You are tempting me even more..though if I attempted to eat you I'm certain I'd get sick..Hume(s) taste awful....
You..wouldn't get too far, I could cut you off the moment you went to run..but I prefer to...befriend sentient creatures and..not..eat them...
"...Say miss... what are you willin' to eat? If the ingredients are nearby, I can probably make you a meal that can hold you over 'till you can find something you can get yer fill from." he said, finally getting the fire started, his two tails waving about slightly in victory.
Steve merely stared, narrowing his eyes suspiciously, then slowing walking backwards unsuspiciously.
The sarcophagus was not where it should be, in a desert with the sun and sand is where it belonged, in the ruins of pyramids. Instead it was…in the opposite. A lush forest surrounded it with dank air and moonlight. Of course it was in a graveyard, but not the graveyard it belonged in.
The moon shown down from the trees casting an eerie glow on the graveyard, a glint of gold could be seen. Odd that it hadn’t been robbed for the precious metal and gems that seemed to glint from it. Whatever was in it was most likely dead, right?
The moon shown down from the trees casting an eerie glow on the graveyard, a glint of gold could be seen. Odd that it hadn’t been robbed for the precious metal and gems that seemed to glint from it. Whatever was in it was most likely dead, right?
He looked around, adjusting the bandana covering his mouth and he took in a deep breath, and then closed his eyes. He did not want to do what he was about to do but he needed to. He had heard about the gold in the place and decided to take some, not all of it. He just really needed the money, to survive the next week. Life had not been kind to him lately.
He made his way inside the graveyard, brandishing a crowbar, and he looked around with a flashlight before coming upon the sarcophagus in a very fancy looking grave and wedged the crowbar in and then slammed on it, opening the object slowly, and he started to move the cover off, a small space in the coffin from where he had moved it, and all he could see was darkness. He then moved it off, the cover on the side, but all he could see was darkness, and leaned down to look into it, his body leaning into the grave, not being able to see anything.
He made his way inside the graveyard, brandishing a crowbar, and he looked around with a flashlight before coming upon the sarcophagus in a very fancy looking grave and wedged the crowbar in and then slammed on it, opening the object slowly, and he started to move the cover off, a small space in the coffin from where he had moved it, and all he could see was darkness. He then moved it off, the cover on the side, but all he could see was darkness, and leaned down to look into it, his body leaning into the grave, not being able to see anything.