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Posted: Fri, 06/03/2015 02:08 (10 Years ago)
Finny! I want a cute lil' MOO! <3
Username: Omnia
I shall name my adorable new Moo: Probably Hathor, after the Egyptian goddess of cows. Or just name her Hera/Juno.
Payment: Hug! .w.
Other: Thank you. Nobody is willing to sell a Miltank at a reasonable price so yeah.

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Posted: Wed, 04/03/2015 08:44 (10 Years ago)
Bump again.

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Posted: Wed, 04/03/2015 00:41 (10 Years ago)
Guys...?

Anyone still alive?

*taps*

Bump.

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Posted: Sun, 01/03/2015 12:43 (10 Years ago)
7/10

Because I have a healthy respect for the Turtwig line, mostly due to the fact that they can still give Fire types a run for their money.

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Posted: Sat, 28/02/2015 20:04 (10 Years ago)
Entry below, starring my new OCs, Illori Contraire and Therion Ravel-Sanguine.

Note: I tried writing, first try became an intro....talk about fail.


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Just a little farther...

----A loud roar interrupted the rather peaceful silence that Illori had been enjoying. She sighed, almost exasperatedly, and in one fluid motion, she drew her bow, nocked an arrow, and spun around, letting it fly straight into the maw of the hellhound. It halted in surprise and pain as Illori almost lazily unsheathed a shimmering blade, stepped aside, and stabbed it through the neck. The monster was too surprised to even whimper as it disintegrated into sparkly dust.
----Illori's vivid, purplish-red eyes scanned the scene with satisfaction for a moment, before continuing on. She sheathed her blade, and looked down at the ground, a frown dimming her face. "Got to do better than that, Hades," She advised.
----There was no evident sign that he had heard, but Illori was certain that it would eventually reach him. She broke into a sprint, her legs alien to the feeling of burning muscles as she descended. Though she hadn't been completely immortal, there was a notable difference between immortal pain and mortal pain. The ancient girl was getting used to being mortal, and though she had nearly freaked when she first caught a cold, she was adjusting to the little pains that plagued the mortal body. After all, she was originally mortal.
----The silver moonlight seemed to enshroud her as she leaped through the archway that proclaimed “Keeping Young Heroes Safe from Harm (Mostly) For Over Three Millennia.” It had taken weeks to even reach Long Island (note, hunting wolves did not like getting their fur wet), and now she was here - the only Greek camp for demigods in the entire world. It couldn't stop the world nearly getting destroyed about a bajillion times, but hey, it did have some good barbecue. At least, that was what Illori recalled.
----Either way, she was finally here. A small stop where Illori could find some shelter for a few weeks before she headed for...well, for lack of a better term, her impending demise. It wouldn't be long before the gods realized she had left the sanctuary of being under Artemis' wing. They'd come after her, swords blazing. Even now, Hades already had noticed. Her death was soon. Illori's knees gave out on her, and she crumpled to the ground, pain boiling through her entire body. "No, no, no!" She screamed internally. "Let me at least get to camp first!"
----It was her typical luck. So close to safety (well, as safe as you could get in a world of cannibal monsters and murderous gods). Though, things that usually happened to the insignificant demigods never happened to her. Illori wasn't just a daughter of Hecate, or a former Hunter of Artemis.

----She was also a victim of the HIV virus.

----It was ironic, and somewhat amusing. A former Hunter, a young maiden who had forgone the company of men, infected with a sexually transmitted disease. Ambrosia or nectar couldn't help - at least, from what Illori had known. She lay curled in a fetal position, trying to slow her rapid breathing. The pain was going away, but silly her had just remembered that she hadn't taken her medicine. So as she lay there on the moist grassy ground, Illori decided that there was no loss if she berated herself furiously.
----When she had deemed it safe to raise herself into a sitting position, Illori stayed like that for a few moments, catching her breath. She let her eyelids droop half-closed, recalling the day she had been diagnosed. A grim smile graced her pale features as she raised a hand to gingerly touch her temple. Illori felt a headache incoming, the memories coming back faster than a flash of lightning.

A bullet from a simpleton, a mortal, causing excruciating pain in her chest...
The ER...flashing lights...the blood transfusion occurring...
Two weeks later, awakening in a white room...
Another week, diagnosed with the disease...


----Illori had narrowly escaped the hospital, determined to have her last moments not stuck in the mortal world. If she had to die, then so be it. The gods wanted her dead already. She'd lived a long life, and she intended on dying doing what she loved - hunting and traveling. Illori had reluctantly taken the medicine from a nurse who had been disguised a nymph (the usual dose of weirdness), mainly because the nymph was pleading so pitifully it was kind of heartless not to. She sighed wistfully, feeling the scar on her chest throb, as if it was remembering the pain as well.
----The former Hunter didn't remember when the shadows had started stirring. Perhaps after being granted the honor of being Artemis' mortal champion, her senses sharpened considerably under the light of the moon. To her own surprise, with frustratingly jerky movements, she managed to notch an arrow in her bow, swiveling around to find a sword pointed at her nose. Her eyes narrowed sharply once she realized a teenage boy was standing over her. The instinct to jump away and let the arrow fly tugged at her. Though Illori had been notably more lenient to boys than the other Hunters, she still could not stand them near her.
----Under the dim light of the moon, Illori could vaguely make out the boy's face. Their hair was a shocking pale green-blue that was so pale, it was almost white. She couldn't see his eye color, though from the way the shadows were stirring and the slowly dropping temperature...
----Illori's blood ran cold as realization dawned upon her. "Come to kill me, son of Hades?" She smiled wryly, her arrow still aimed and steady.
Despite the fact that his face was in shadow, Illori could tell that by the way his eyebrows furrowed that he was frowning. "Unless I have good reason to, no," The boy stated, confusion laced in his voice.
----Illori nearly flinched in surprise. Why was that voice so familiar? She'd met hundreds of demigods during her travels as a Hunter, but something in the boy's voice struck at her like something she knew. Illori didn't bother trying to rack her brains for it - she'd lived thousands of years, she couldn't remember every single detail could she?
----The boy seemed to slacken his grip on the sword, and in a flash, Illori took her chance. The sword was wrenched away from the boy's hand with a strike of an arrow, spinning through the air as he found himself at the mercy of Illori's glowing lamina lunae.

----Therion felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs. He'd never been disarmed so easily. Especially not by a sickly looking girl who looked like she was about to collapse from exhaustion. He'd gotten so used to having the upper hand at night, that he felt a piece of his self crumble.
----He stumbled backwards, only to find his feet stuck to the ground. What the Hades? The girl rose from her seat unsteadily, her face illuminated by the moonlight. Therion could see her clearly, now...luminous purplish-red eyes, and purplish-black hair that rippled down to her mid-torso. What was with the purple? Something about the look in her eye bothered Therion, but he couldn't quite put his finger to it. At least now he was sure it wasn't a monster - the girl held the aura of a demigod. But there was also something off about her. The way she moved was unnerving - moving with complete grace and almost impossible stealth. It wasn't something a typical demigod could do while under attack.
----When he finally got over his quick defeat, Therion found his voice. "Who are you?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but the girl quirked an eyebrow, evidently hearing.
----"Seeing as I'm the one with the weapon that can slice you like a pizza, the better question would be, 'who are you'?" The girl quipped.
----Therion clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing. He really did not like upstarts. "Well, if you're really that desperate for my name, sure," He shot back, noting with satisfaction on how the girl's lip curled unpleasantly. "Therion Ravel-Sanguine, at your service, my lady," He mock bowed, but was stopped by the very pointy sword a mere inch from his chest.
----"Don't push your luck, boy," The girl hissed, her red eyes flashing rather menacingly. Therion forced himself not to recoil.
----The clouds dissipated abruptly by some unknown force (cough - yeah, right, gods - cough), and the full light of the moon shone on both of them, allowing either to examine the other.

----Illori studied the boy with mild interest and of course, the seemingly permanent disgust that she had honed over the years as a Hunter. He was rather typically wearing black clothes, but Illori noted that his T-shirt was trimmed with gray, and his shoes were a soft brown. Besides those, everything was black. As she scanned him, his startling cool gray eyes did critically look her over.
----The girl's luminous red eyes seemed to grow even brighter in the moonlight, if it was possible. Her hair was a rippling wave of a purplish-black color, that deeply contrasted with her silver get up. In fact, she looked exactly like a Hunter of Artemis, except Therion didn't see any other girls around. Would also explain the vindictive look on her face at his jest. And would also explain why the moonlight was practically shrouding her.
----Therion decided to push his luck. In the unfortunate case he died, at least he knew his father wouldn't allow him to rot in the Fields of Punishment. "So you're not going to name yourself?" He inquired, allowing himself a cocky grin. The girl's expressionless face immediately darkened.
----"Stupid men," Illori hissed under her breath, just loud enough for the boy to hear. Her piercing gaze met his cool eyes, and there was a momentary stand-off. "Illori," The former Hunter finally said, clear hostility in her tone.
----Therion raised an eyebrow. "That's a nice name," He commented offhandedly.
----Illori was tempted to skewer the boy already, but Hades most likely would blast her to dust if she killed one of his sons. Eh, not much of a difference. She was pondering the idea when the arrogant jerk waved his hand in front of her face.
----"Hello?" He asked in a bored tone. "Are we going to stand here all night or...?"
----Illori exhaled slowly, pushing away the urge to slap that bored expression off the boy's face. Not taking her eyes off his incredibly annoying face, she sheathed her blade, and with a languid flick of a finger, shot his sword from the ground and to her grasp. She let her eyes leave him, her expression relaxing as she examined the sword. It was a little too heavy for her, and...Illori's brow furrowed, her reflection blurring across the blade's surface. "Stygian iron," She observed out loud, turning the blade over. Hesitantly, she reached out and touched the surface, earning a "hey!" of protest from the boy. Her eyes lolled back, images flashing in her mind's eye. She was yanked back to reality as she felt the blade snatched from her hands.

----Therion nearly didn't manage to catch Illori and the sword. The moment she had touched the metal, he'd immediately sensed her life draining away from her. Naturally, he took the sword from her, and she crumpled to the ground, her eyes fluttering open. With a grunt, Therion had caught her. She was surprisingly lighter than she seemed, and for one horrifying moment, he could still sense her life waning. Then it stopped, the light returning to those scarily blank red eyes. Illori blinked, realized what was going on, and leaped out of the boy's arms with an angry screech. Before either could even blink, Illori already had another arrow notched and aimed at Therion, her eyes now alive and blazing with fury.
----Therion was smart enough to hold up his hands in surrender. He'd traveled through the Underworld, fought the most terrifying monsters, and seen things that drove most demigods insane. He'd gone through the usual painful trials every demigod child of the Big Three went through. Despite all this, he couldn't help but feel an inkling of fear at the murderous look in the purple-haired girl's red eyes. "Don't kill me?" He tried weakly.
----For five moments, Therion didn't breathe as he prayed to the gods that he wouldn't die by the hands of a P.O.'d Hunter girl simply because he saved her from a good thwack on the head. Either the gods decided to let him live, had pity on him (haha, no), or thought it wasn't an entertaining enough death. Probably the latter.
----Illori's milky white skin was flushed with color, her breathing heavy as her hand loosened on the arrow. There was nothing more in the world that she wanted right now than to let that arrow fly and watch the life leave the arrogant boy's body. Her eyes widened at what she just thought, her grip loosening on her bow.

"What are you, Damara?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you let the mortal in you rule? Or the ruthless immortal who slaughters friends and enemies alike without an afterthought? Choose, my dear. Which are you?"


----Illori sank to her knees, the color gone once more. Her beautiful silver bow had slipped from her grip, the arrow lying beside it, forgotten. No. The boy was by her side asking her if she was alright, but her ears pounded with her roaring blood, rendering her deaf. There were black spots in her vision now, reminding her of the black space of the night sky, when it was starless.
----"...Illori! That voice, so distant.
----"I...llori!" Coming closer. Why was it so...persistent?
----"ILLORI!" She had to let go. Could the voice not understand?
----"ILLORI!" Nothing could bring her back...nothing....

----Illori awoke in a cozy bed, the air smelling of strawberries, and the sun beaming down on her face. For one heart stopping moment, she couldn't remember anything. Then it all flooded back to her - her name, what had happened, and where she was...
----"Oh, good, you're awake," A voice floated out of nowhere.
----Illori's head snapped in their direction, tense and with narrowed eyes. The boy approached carefully with hands raised in surrender. From what Illori could see, he wore those medical gloves doctors usually wore, but was dressed casually in a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Illori's red eyes flicked over the boy's appearance, noting the shaggy blond hair and blue eyes. A son of Apollo, clearly.
----"If I come nearer, will you try to inflict serious harm?" The guy asked cautiously. "Ravel, um, mentioned you were hostile to any males - we guessed you were a Hunter?" He added hastily.
----Illori boiled at the son of Hades' name, but she pursed her lips and tried to relax. "I was a Hunter. Not anymore," She managed. "And no, as long as you don't try anything."
----The male nodded, lowering his hands, his expression being one of relief. His movements were stiff and discomposed as he moved over, nervously busying his hands with a pack of fresh ambrosia taken out of his pocket. He passed it to Illori, who suddenly realized how weak she felt. "After you passed out, Ravel brought you here, practically woke up half of the Apollo cabin, and then stalked off to do Underworld-y stuff," He informed her. "Oh, my name's Will, by the way. Will Solace. And you are...?"
----Most Hunters would have made a snide remark, but Illori was slightly past that stage. She could tell the guy meant no harm, and that he honestly just wanted to help. "Illori," She mumbled, nibbling on the ambrosia, savoring it. "Illori...Contraire."
----"That's a nice name," Will nodded, the honesty in his voice too hard to miss. "So anyway, Illori, I noticed there was, well, something odd about your sudden collapse. The-"
----Illori's head snapped up, red eyes meeting with blue. "Someone checked me over?" She stated in a deadly hiss.
----"It was a girl!" Will backed away a bit. The son of Apollo regained his composure as he noticed Illori visibly relax, continuing. "My half-sister, Naomi, did a, well, scan. Something about your symptoms..." He trailed off.
----Illori tensed, waiting for it. The calm before the storm. Will's blue eyes widened, shaking his head. "Sorry, sorry. We didn't tell anyone. I'm guessing it was a mortal hospital, and the scar on your chest Naomi mentioned was the cause of it," He said it in a gentle, apologetic tone.
----Illori let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping. Her crimson eyes usually scared the crud out of people, but when they met with Will's blue orbs, this time they weren't sending a glare of pure hatred. "People will assume that I broke my vows, somehow placated Artemis, and ran away," Her mouth twisted into a bitter smile. "Thank you for keeping my secret."
----Will shrugged nonchalantly. "No problem. Doctor patient relationships require secrecy. Spreading rumors is the Aphrodite demigods' job. Anyway...if you think you can stand up and walk for a bit without passing out again, one of my siblings can take you out for the tour."

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----Illori had to admit that the camp had changed very little since she had last visited. Even so, it was going to take some time finding her way around. Naomi, Will's half-sister, had cheerfully volunteered to tour her around. Illori caught some odd looks from people now and then (she was still wearing Hunter gear), but she and Naomi were mostly ignored as they roamed the place. They were passing the cabins, headed for the Big House, when Illori saw him in the corner of her eye. Staying in the shadows with a glowering look on his face, but yeah, still there.
----For the first time in Therion's short life, he was thrown against a cabin wall (he decided it was Demeter's) and held at sword point. It wasn't exactly a highlight of his life. He grunted, his eyes refocusing to recognize who exactly did it. Oh Hades, the girl was awake. Cries of astonishment were heard, but Therion paid them no heed. The red eyes that were burning a hole through his own cool, gray ones were pretty much taking all of his attention.
----Suddenly, the girl let him go, letting him drop to the ground with a grimace. One of his ribs were broken. Definitely. An Ares demigod called out gleefully, "Hey, Capture The Flag's tonight! Save the fighting for then!"
----Illori let them see her red eyes and they froze, and scampered off like a little mouse. She returned her gaze to the injured Therion, who was clutching at his chest. "If you ever touch me again without permission, I will kill you, and make your death very memorable."
----Therion blinked, his eyes clouding over. "Is that a threat, Jungle Girl Scout?"
----This time, Illori didn't take the bait. She smiled coldly before speaking. "Maybe, Green Shadow Boy."
----"Oh, that is just low," Therion shot back as he got to his feet.
----"Not as low as you."
----"Naaah, I'm pretty sure the Underworld is lower."
----"Go to Tartarus."
----"That's just original."
----"Because your Underworld comment was totally original."
----"Mhm mhm," Therion winced at the throbbing pain. Damn, this girl could hit hard. "If you could excuse me, I need to get to the infirmary."
----"The Hades is going on in here? Theo?" An irritated voice cut through their banter.
----Illori and Therion turned to see a very confused Nico di Angelo. Oh, Hades.
----Illori glanced at Nico, looked back at Therion, and set her jaw. "You. Me. Capture The Flag tonight," She simply said before stalking off.
----Nico di Angelo stared at his younger brother for a moment. "Will told me you brought a demigod here in the middle of the night."
----Therion nodded. "Yeah. She doesn't like me much."
----"That, I can tell from the way you're clutching at your chest like you've broken a rib," Nico replied dryly.
----Normally his half-brother wasn't sarcastic, tending to be blunt when he spoke. It was a different case when it came to his half-siblings, however. Therion sighed, taking an unsteady step forward. "Are you going to help me or are you just going to stand there?" He demanded.
----Nico shrugged, grabbing his brother's arm and slinging it over his head. "So...you're going to get your ass kicked by a retired Hunter tonight at Capture The Flag?"
----"She's retired?" Therion paused in surprise. "Thought Artemis didn't allow that."
----Nico laughed darkly, an unsettling smile on his face. "It's allowed for special cases like your friend."
----Therion's brow furrowed. He hadn't communed with the dead to look around for info on the girl yet, but he'd been planning on it. Probably slipped his mind. "She's most definitely not my friend. She nearly skewered me with her sword last night."
----It was Nico's turn to be surprised. He quickly recovered, however. "Then, I'll be looking forward to watching you two fight."
----"And so am I," Therion replied truthfully.


I was going to add in Capture The Flag, but oh gods it's 4am in the morning. I might edit it in, so yeah.

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Posted: Fri, 27/02/2015 16:22 (10 Years ago)
[Aha, not really. I check my subscribed roleplays almost every day. More like, walking on the fine line between procrastination and laziness. (Yes, there is a matter of fact a difference between the two. One sounds fancy, the other doesn't.)]




Callisto had eaten her lunch listlessly and without relish. The other students who had also decided upon a late lunch were chatting away to each other - either ranting, or firing away questions. Actually, no. At this point, it was practically the same thing.
----After exiting the Great Hall, she immediately set out for her father's office, which proved to be a rather tedious task. Callisto gazed at the solid wall where the office door was supposed to be, but she had a sneaking suspicion the rooms have moved around...again.
----Callisto bit back an irritated sigh, fully aware that it would most definitely not help her if she just stood there and raged like a spoiled child. A quick glance around easily proved that no one was around, and she slid down to the floor, her back pressed against the cold stone wall. With one shuddering breath, her eyes shifted into their blazing molten gold and her dark hair flared into its burning red, streaks of gold highlighting some strands. Callisto didn't even need to blink as her eyes rapidly sharpened into phoenix vision, startling her for a moment. She lifted her hands, noting how remarkably different it was from her usual eyesight, before pressing her palms against the wall. A shock wave buzzed through her entire body, and Callisto dared not to take a breath, lest this worked against her. She'd never purposely tried to see more than the waves of magic that rolled off people and things. She'd been too scared to try, not wanting to delve deep into the mysteries that had had the wizarding population baffled since the beginning. Callisto had been afraid that she might see too much...and knowledge was power.
----After the feeling of the coiled magic in her unraveling subsided, Callisto decided it was safe to breathe. As she exhaled slowly, the magic in her lungs twisted and pulled, causing a cooling sensation. Least to say, she was a little shell-shocked. The fiery phoenix hybrid hastily recovered, leaping to her feet. Much to her dismay, even the slightest movement allowed her to feel the subtle pulse of magic. As if she needed any more abilities that evidently separated her from a normal witch.
----It was almost too much. The magic rolled off every inch of the castle like jelly, slipping and alerting the female phoenix of everything. It took all of Callisto's willpower to locate the familiar scent of palm trees and the beach - the scent of her father. Each person and thing's magic held their characteristics. These tiny details that the magic resonated made Callisto feel quite light-headed. She dropped to her knees, her mind flooded with bits of information, and the young first year frantically attempted to shut whatever door she had opened. Almost immediately, her hair and eye colors reverted to normal, and her senses dulled considerably.
----The now dark-haired eleven year old stayed in that position for some time, panting heavily as the new information was sorted accordingly in her mind. She'd successfully detected where her father was - second floor. She didn't know at what cost. Callisto really didn't want to know, either.
----Staggering to her feet, Callisto hauled herself up, pushing against the wall with one hand to keep upright. Her eyes glinted gold for a brief moment as she heaved a deep sigh, her brain reminding her that Charms was next. A quick chat with her dad, the girl decided, and she'd head for the class immediately.

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Posted: Fri, 27/02/2015 15:09 (10 Years ago)
6/10

Because I'm slightly interested in weaponry and war and stuff like that. Plus it's black. Black is cool, though it could use some other color.

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Posted: Fri, 27/02/2015 07:35 (10 Years ago)
Bump.

Bump 2.

Bump 3.

4...

5...

Hm, I may just put Raeyn into a temporary coma and create a Chosen character :3

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Posted: Fri, 27/02/2015 07:31 (10 Years ago)
Knock knock.

Bump.


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Posted: Fri, 27/02/2015 00:09 (10 Years ago)
6/10

Slightly messy, and I think it has a few too many pictures.

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Posted: Fri, 27/02/2015 00:02 (10 Years ago)
Puzzles?

I feel like a wittle kid again :3

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Posted: Thu, 26/02/2015 03:14 (10 Years ago)
The art part, one of the forms says so .w. at the end.

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Posted: Wed, 25/02/2015 07:35 (10 Years ago)
Reverse of Reverse, eh? *glances at Fanfiction.net* Good one. Pretty sure you already know which one I'm entering. Stick figures simply adore me.

I've got a membership and a penchant for writing!
Username: Omnia
Tentative date I can send my entry: That, I'm not really sure. I'll try to hand it in before the end of February.
Preferred way of entry submission: I may just post it here.
Password: Ellipse Ellipse Eclipse
Other: The characters. Are we allowed to use OCs, or just the canon ones?


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Posted: Wed, 25/02/2015 04:56 (10 Years ago)
That's the thing though....Raeyn isn't human. c: I'm trying to decide whether or not to reawaken her old powers and let her live or not.

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Posted: Tue, 24/02/2015 04:55 (10 Years ago)
Still trying to decide if I should really kill off Raeyn. Apologies for not posting for so long, internet duties caught up with me .w. Anyway, I might create a Chosen character whether or not Raeyn dies.

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Posted: Tue, 24/02/2015 04:53 (10 Years ago)
The shadows were weakening.

And so was Raeyn. The strength was ebbing from her, the sunlight trying to pierce through the dark wall. Logically speaking, it wasn't exactly possible for shadows to block out the sun, as they needed light to exist. But this was a world that wasn't a world. Thousands and thousands of thousands of years and at the same time, it was not.

It was an impossible thing, yet at the same time, it was not. To be frank, it was mind boggling, and long ago, Raeyn had decided not to dwell too long on the possibilities. She had a sneaking suspicion that she might literally go insane, and seeing as there had been the rare case of a Warden doing exactly that...yeah, Raeyn didn't think anybody would like a rampaging Warden of Darkness shish-kebabing everyone.

The strength was leaving her. She couldn't hold up the wall for so long. Her conduit of power, her dark frostblade, seemed to sense her struggle, becoming even colder against her leg if it was possible. A good friend to the end. The blade, Raeyn faintly remembered, had tasted blood. Blood of the innocent, even. It was something she had tried to leave behind so long ago, when the first Chosen pledged their vows and chose their conduits. Something like that, she sadly knew, she would never forget.

Raeyn couldn't hold on for another minute. She had to let go. She had to. Or she'd destroy herself. "But you know you'd like to. Die, Raeyn Wilmist. Watch as the worlds crumble," A sinister whisper reached her ears.

No, never. She still had to atone for her crimes. Crimes of the past. Using the last sliver of strength that remained in her, Raeyn moved her arm with difficulty, pain numbing her entire body, dots dancing across her blurring vision. There was, in fact, one last way to end this.

The death of the Warden caused the permanent destruction of a conduit of power. But a destroyed conduit would only strip the Warden of their powers, removing the protection of the Beacon from them, and their immortality. Wardens, before they had been Wardens, were mostly mortal. With the loss of the Beacon's granted immortality, and their years catching up to them, they would almost immediately disintegrate from old age. If a conduit was linked so strongly to their Warden, the destroyed conduit would cause their owner excruciating pain, which was highly fatal.

"If I die today," Raeyn managed a weak whisper, "then the ghosts of my past have mercy on me."

In one smooth motion, Raeyn drew her sword, pain racking her entire body. The wall of darkness was slowly dissolving, and sheer willpower was the only thing stalling it from doing so completely. Despite the terrible pain inflicted upon her, Raeyn let her face relax into a small smile. For one eternal moment, her body relaxed into the pain, and her dark eyes... eyes that had stared at the impossible, that had fought the inevitable, and had prolonged their suffering for redemption. Those eyes, dry for so many years. Alas, it let one more tear fall.

It might be the last.

There was no scream of outrage this time. No cry of rebellion, nor of defeat. Just the silence of the darkness, as Raeyn Wilmist, one of the first Chosen, withdrew the shadows from the sky, and used them to shatter her sword. Using the darkness against itself.

One moment. A moment when the darkness and the silence became one, and a moment when the Warden and their power broke its bonds.

One terrifying moment when the darkness was released, the shattered sword clinking to the ground as Raeyn crumpled to the ground.

One last moment when darkness rebelled against its nature, aiding the side of the good. And the darkness swept through the opposition, and for lack of a better term ghostifying the nasty creatures. The temperature dropped below zero, and for the last time, the shadows ignored the good, and slaughtered through the evils tainting the surrounding area.

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Posted: Tue, 24/02/2015 03:52 (10 Years ago)
Keelin shrugged, relaxing considerably. She'd been getting used to seeing the supernatural, it only took her a few minutes to recover. In fact, the other day she'd seen a headless ghost stumbling around, and she had managed to stay conscious.

"Ooookay," She said slowly. "Supernatural serial killer on the loose. Can't you like, I don't know, expel him from the world or something? Uhh, an exorcism? Yeah, that's the word."

Keelin's eyes widened for a fraction of a second. "Oh, crud, sorry. You're a ghost too. Sorry," She apologized hastily.

She blew another stubborn lock of hair away from her eyes. Conversing with the dead, she decided, was certainly weird. "White and azure aura? Oh. That glowing thing," Her eyebrows scrunched up in concentration. "Well, nope, can't use whatever weapon you're talking about. Yet, at least. The only thing I can use to ward off annoying ghosts," She flicked her pocketknife out of her jean pocket, the silver blade glinting in the light, "is this. Which is weird. I think I can agree everything is weird. Oh, I'm starting to ramble again. Sorry," She gave a rare sheepish smile, "I tend to do that sometimes. My name's Keelin. Nice to meet you, Atticus."

She started to offer her hand for a handshake, stopped midway, and quickly withdrew it. "Damn, I keep forgetting. So, murders? And the heck is a suicide? Oh, wait, no, silly me. Self explanatory."

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Posted: Sat, 21/02/2015 17:07 (10 Years ago)
As useful as that could be, BlackStripedPika does have a point. And wouldn't this mean a lot more coding on Riako's part? I just delete everything I've posted before the end of the day. :|

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Posted: Sat, 21/02/2015 06:16 (10 Years ago)
Keelin nearly jumped out of her own skin, her attempt to jump back failing, thus ending with her landing unceremoniously on her back, her feet kicking uselessly at the air (narrowly just missing the ghost, but yeah, it didn't really matter.)

"Good grief!" She cried, her hands scrabbling for support. "Don't scare me like that!"

Keelin managed to collect herself, finally hauling herself in a sitting position. Her heart was still pounding unnecessarily against her breastbone, and it took her yet another moment to catch her breath.

She gave the person a once over and sighed in disbelief. "How many ghosts even wander around here? The nearest cemetery is like, two miles away," Keelin scowled as she pushed away a lock of rebellious hair.

The ghost was evidently a girl, with black hair oh so similar to Keelin's and startling gray eyes. The usual chilly air that came along with the "ghost" package was there, and Keelin's sixth sense was buzzing like crazy. For one, Keelin didn't think the girl was even breathing, nor were they blinking. And their movements were eerily out of tune, like someone who had been in a coma for years and had only woken up. Last of all, despite the brightness in the girl's eyes, there was something missing in them. Lifeless, almost.

Keelin was more exhausted than irritated. All day long, she'd been pestered by wailing passing ghosts. Fortunately, her pocketknife usually scared them off, like she'd done with poor Carter. Whatever happened to the stereotype that ghosts couldn't materialize in broad daylight? Or were those vampires? Keelin despised vampires. She preferred to keep her neck clean of any teeth pinpricks, and her blood in her veins.

"Horrible day, say to the least," Keelin finally admitted. At least this ghost wasn't freaking out on her, asking her where their corpse was, etc, etc. "You?"

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Posted: Thu, 19/02/2015 02:42 (10 Years ago)
The battle, in the simplest of terms, was pandemonium.

Raeyn felt the sun's fierce glare start to wear down her little shadow minions, reducing her power as time went on. She vaguely heard Amsel's deadly screams, noting with satisfaction as many foes fell. The new girl, Thiria, had joined in the fight, now wielding a bow. Firing arrows accurately in the midst of the chaos, Raeyn found her respect growing for the new Warden.

Their forces, however, were faltering. Raeyn barely kept up with the speedy blows of one persistent golem. To her horror, she saw a nearby Warden fall. The Warden clutched desperately at what looked like a lantern - their conduit of power. She caught Raeyn's eye as a massive dragon-headed boar loomed over her.

With a sudden jolt, Raeyn realized the Warden had been one of those she had found and brought in, a few years back. Raeyn couldn't recall her name...but the girl was a Warden of Electricity.

She seemed to say something as time slowed, though Raeyn had to struggle to read her lips. The work of Thiria, most likely.

"Save them, please."

Dark eyes widening as realization dawned upon her, Raeyn blasted her opponent with a slice of a hundred shadow knives, whipping around to save the other girl. As she dreaded, she was too late. As the boar lunged, the lantern and its owner glowed, signifying the release of arcane magic.

Raeyn barely had time to yell, "DROP TO THE GROUND!" when a burst of tremendous light incinerated every monster around them.

The blast momentarily blinded those nearby, including Raeyn. Heart hammering against her chest, she saw the lantern glowing dimly in the middle of the crater, slowly crumbling to ash.

Whenever a Warden dies, their conduit of power dies with them, unless it's one of the original twelve artifacts.

The first thing Raeyn had been told when she became a Warden. She felt the darkness left by the Electric Warden's death, her anger slowly boiling to the maximum degree. Her senses sharpened, and the sunlight seemed to dim considerably as the shadows churned even more violently in Raeyn's presence.

Nearby Wardens flinched as well as the monsters, already sensing the magnitude of Raeyn's anger. Every time a Border was breached, there were always a few casualties on the Wardens' side. The memory of those gave Raeyn the motivation to do what she needed to do, and basically just fired up her already very short fuse.

"If you've got abilities relating to light," Raeyn softly murmured, "get back."

The message was quickly passed on to the others, and several Wardens were already moving to the back of the throng. The enemies, sensing a disturbance in the air, attempted to strike as fast as they could.

Too late.

Raeyn let loose a guttural cry as every shadow in the Ruins came forth to her aid. The sky darkened to a pitch black, the shadows swooping upwards, blocking the sunlight, immersing them all in total darkness. Raeyn was completely vulnerable at this point, but it didn't matter.

Her allies would be able to see clearly through the darkness, while their enemies could not. It cost Raeyn all types of movement, freezing her in place. The frost was spreading across the ground, the air getting more frigid as the seconds passed.

Silence for one brief moment, both sides trying to process what had just happened. Then the sounds of battle returned more forcefully.

"I can only buy you time," The shadows seemed to echo.

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