*There is a glowing light on her desk, and she picks up the Aztec stone, charged by the sunlight to glow* *Sets it on her shelf for the Americas before she picks up a skull, quickly identifying it as male and Asian, by the size of the eye orbits, then by the dental wear, around his early twenties* hmmm... *Sets the skull to the side and sits on her couch, unscrewing her leg and setting it aside, massaging her sore stump*
*Rubs her arms gently to relax the muscles before she grabs a crutch, using it to move to the kitchen as she grabs a can of fruit, moving back to the couch as her stump rests after being compressed* *Eats her fruit with a bit of salad, working on translating a Latin eulogy*
{Keep in mind, that this is a three roomed home. The kitchen and living room is downstairs, and her bedroom and a bathroom is upstairs.}
*She lifts up her shirt, and pulls the gross bindings from around her torso, switching into a sweatshirt with slits in them, and spreads her wings out one by one, with a span of roughly eighteen feet* *They're a feathery feet color with flecks of both black and white speckled throughout, especially with her downy feathers* *Pulls her hair up into a pin and sits down, beginning to relax*
-I take off my coat, wearing a tight undergarment, as large black wings protrude from my back, two crimson feathers on either wing, in symmetrical places-
I was stuck with them, before I was able to morph.
"this poster says dead island" "so?" "dude. this is dead island." "like the game... where there are zombies?" "yes!" "and everyone.. dies?" "yeah!" "no wonder it was fifteen dollars!"
*One of her shelves is hit by the tip of his wings, and a number of rocks go tumbling to the floor* *Pinches her nose in slight irritation* No, I'm serious- this house is barely big enough for one winged freak, it can't stand two. *Points to his wings* Tuck them in, and walk out the door before you break anything. *She pulls her wings in right against her back, folding them in a special way so that they fit- it's rather uncomfortable*
*She shoves him out the door and shuts the screen, then goes to work on hastily putting her leg back on- it pinches like all hell* *It's a little clunky as she goes outside, and she stands in front of him* Leave my property, please.
Oh for goodness sakes, *turns and gives a sharp glance at the next person* Oh! Sorry, I don't believe we've met. *Frowns slightly* I don't want you here either, I'm trying to relax,
Oh, really? Fabulous. I'd love to talk another time tigger to know you, but really, I'm quite tired and need to rest, and would especially enjoy some space.
*takes a step closer to her* I'm sure you would enjoy some space. *takes another step, so he's reached a distance most strangers would be uncomfortable with* But you don't really need it, do you?
*Mirrors his steps, taking two steps closer, until she has herself pressed against him* *Her eyebrow raises in challenge* You would be surprised about just how much space- *Shoves him back* a person needs. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some translating to do.*Moves to her steps and her door*
*dematerializes, so her push goes through him and he stays where he is* I quite like scaring people; I don't imagine I'll stop anytime soon. Though I'm doing this more to satiate my own curiosity than to cause fear. *follows her*
Curiosity? In me? Well... Alright, I'll give you props for that, good sir, yet your curiosity could be quelled through simple questions which I could answer.
As a real person, in reality, Matthew Cattell (that's my name), I don't fear death. Obviously I used to, everyone fears death as a young child, but it's something I've come to embrace.
And I don't think death or suicide or depression or self-harm should be glorified and romanticised, not in the slightest, but I do think death can be articulated. Not the actual dying, but the void of which you were born out of.
Chord, I swear- *Raises her hand to smack him* You aren't allowed in here! Those artifacts are for studying, and I do not trust your crow to stay shy from them.
Monopoly is intolerably uninteresting. *sighs* Hello, Zafira, I hope you're feeling miserable, and all the other pleasantries. *walks through the door* You'll have to try a bit harder than that.
Nice to meet you. *grins* I haven't met new people in a while. I am happy to finally meet you, I was on briefly yesterday but I hope to be more active now that the weekend is almost up. I made a deal with a friend irl to watch Thor, The Avengers, and Thor: The Dark World all this weekend.
*Shuts all of the curtains to the outside of her house and sits on her couch with a sigh* *Shakes her head and goes upstairs* *Sits on her bed* *Sighs, and twists her leg off, letting her stump breathe*
*grins following Alastair* Miserable? Oh no dear, Alastair, I feel alive! I have learned something in my time of being absent, I learned that power is great. I learned why peoole like you seek it. Did you know that? How is your life going? Do I hear the pitter patter of tiny evil feet?
*answers Zafira mentally, since he's inside Valencia's house* No, Zafira, you do not.
*moves up to Valencia's room* *draws a knife from his coat and throws it into her wall, then pulls it back into his hand with air* *tosses it into the exact same spot on her wall again, and continues to do so, throwing and catching in a steady pattern*
I have missed you, Alastair. What is life like for you, with the more names? Do you still hear them scream and beg? I have always wondered why you would like power, until I came across power. Then I understood.
I don't know; perhaps simply continue to wander about your room, invading your privacy. *returns his knife to its place in his coat* *starts to examine various things in her room*
In real life: I'm okay, except for writer's block. :)
And in character: I'm constantly paranoid about these monsters that could best be described as my author's version of Remnants. I suppose that's how I'd translate it into my Skulduggery Pleasant World OC. Fear of Remnants. Or... *Slow smile*
...
Okay, that wasn't really in character. Author-me popped back in. Luckily I'm me either way, except events differ and who are we without our stories, so I guess I'm not really the same at all... Okay, never mind.
I suppose. But the fact that there are people there would make me avoid it more. Unless...
*I'll be taking a moment to look back for descriptions of Valencia's house and where everyone is, and join in once I've determined a few things*
Well, there are feathers all over the place, so watch your step. I don't think I could get you you even if I tried... *Curls up on her side under her duvet, letting her wings stay folded loosely under the blanket* *Hopefully by shutting her eyes, she'll wake up and he'll be gone*
But I'm also ridiculously wide awake at this moment so yey! Hello empty void that is a lack of people! How are all of you, going about your days! Or nights! Or whatever's! I feel like dancing but I won't dance because i don't feel like dancing!
If a country has a council and Blogland is a sort of pocket dimension then that should qualify as a country.. However blogland is meant to be neutral ground and a place of equals..
Maybe not in power but there is a community here. Everyone knows that no one is higher up or calls ranks on others apart from the few exceptions. And what would the council be there for anyway?
*smiles at Dantè* Hello there. Animals are awesome. Crows and wolves and ravens. My three favorite animals. As a kid I always wanted my discipline to be one that allowed me to change into an animal. *laughs coldly* Guess I got my wish. Just not the type of animal I wanted.
*rubs his beak gently before smoothing back the feathers on his head and neck* He's lucky too. You both are. Your disciplines are beautiful. *her eyes are slightly sad*
-I take my coat off, raising up some of the ground to hang it on, revealing my tight undergarment, as my large wings protrude from my back, a wingspan of about 20 feet, two crimson feathers symmetrically on either wing-
*stares at the wings* *smiles slowly* I won't have a ride. But it'd be an honor to fly with you. *taps the sigils on her collar bones* *bright blue wings burst from my shoulders out to either side and towering slightly above me head* *rolls my shoulders* Ah. That's nice. *smiles at him*
((Star: Bright blue glittery wings are nice. :) Adra likes me. Alastair wouldn't want to murder me. . . . Although he literally stabbed me in the back last night. With a knife.))
*follows suit laughing* *looks at the sea below and swoops down to it* *turns upside down so her wings are mere inchea above the water* *glides back up and flies above Chord grinning broadly*
((*watching, btw :)* Yeah. He's wonderful. :P Then Adra was just cuddling him because he was 'only being protective' and I'm just like -_- ONLY NEARLY DIED HERE NEVER MIDN ME. XD))
*rolls her eyes* Show off. *pulls her wings in and corkscrews downwards* *brings her wings out a moment before she would've impacted on the water* *glides quickly above its surface*
*looks at the setting sun* *realises her hands are shaking* Oh. *pulls free a needle from her pocket* *sighs and hovers in the air* *her hands are shaking a lot making it hard to place it against her vein*
*jerks slightly and grimcases as the needle is slid in* *the shaking slows and cones to a stop* Thanks. *looks at the sun as the last of its rays die* Thanks a lot. That could've gone very wrong very quickly for me. *looks down at the waves* Very wrong indeed.
I just had a mini party in my brain because I might have finally finished this drawing. And then I realized that I haven't done any background to speak of, and am melting on the inside. :P
Hmm. Homework, reading or blogland... Cons. I don't enjoy homework My eyes are tired and finding it a bit difficult to read Blogland is rather empty Pros If I do homework now I won't have to do it tonight Reading is fun and I really want to read Blogland is fun and if I'm alone I can do what I want Hmmm...
I couldn't sleep. I nearly fell over when I got up from my chair though. Dots kinda blotted out my sight and somehow I ended up leaning against the door frame with numb arms... That's probably not a good thing... ..maybe I should figure out why that happened... ..nah. It will be fine probably.
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*There is a glowing light on her desk, and she picks up the Aztec stone, charged by the sunlight to glow* *Sets it on her shelf for the Americas before she picks up a skull, quickly identifying it as male and Asian, by the size of the eye orbits, then by the dental wear, around his early twenties* hmmm...
*Sets the skull to the side and sits on her couch, unscrewing her leg and setting it aside, massaging her sore stump*
-I sit perched on her roof, unknown to her-
An amputee?
*Rubs her arms gently to relax the muscles before she grabs a crutch, using it to move to the kitchen as she grabs a can of fruit, moving back to the couch as her stump rests after being compressed*
*Eats her fruit with a bit of salad, working on translating a Latin eulogy*
Time to use my expert thievery skills.
-I turn, holding onto the gutter, as I find a window, opening my pocket to pull out a key-
-I put the key near the lock, the key taking the shape of the lock, as I silently unlock the window and stealthily get inside-
{Keep in mind, that this is a three roomed home. The kitchen and living room is downstairs, and her bedroom and a bathroom is upstairs.}
*She lifts up her shirt, and pulls the gross bindings from around her torso, switching into a sweatshirt with slits in them, and spreads her wings out one by one, with a span of roughly eighteen feet* *They're a feathery feet color with flecks of both black and white speckled throughout, especially with her downy feathers*
*Pulls her hair up into a pin and sits down, beginning to relax*
*down feathers
Whoops!
-my mouth drops open-
Valencia..
They're beautiful.
(THE WINGS NOT YOUR BOOBS OMG)
I was not thinking of that at all... *Frowns* I have a sweatshirt on.
*Glares at him, and points to the door* Out of my house.
-I take off my coat, wearing a tight undergarment, as large black wings protrude from my back, two crimson feathers on either wing, in symmetrical places-
I was stuck with them, before I was able to morph.
"this poster says dead island"
"so?"
"dude. this is dead island."
"like the game... where there are zombies?"
"yes!"
"and everyone.. dies?"
"yeah!"
"no wonder it was fifteen dollars!"
*One of her shelves is hit by the tip of his wings, and a number of rocks go tumbling to the floor* *Pinches her nose in slight irritation* No, I'm serious- this house is barely big enough for one winged freak, it can't stand two.
*Points to his wings* Tuck them in, and walk out the door before you break anything.
*She pulls her wings in right against her back, folding them in a special way so that they fit- it's rather uncomfortable*
Welcome, Maralie! I love watching Youtube videos of that game, but never the game itself.
Well, I know a symbol that you can use, to make them retract.
I can naturally retract them by morphing, but there is a symbol.
*She shoves him out the door and shuts the screen, then goes to work on hastily putting her leg back on- it pinches like all hell*
*It's a little clunky as she goes outside, and she stands in front of him*
Leave my property, please.
*appears a few feet away from the door and leans casually against the side of the house, observing*
Oh for goodness sakes, *turns and gives a sharp glance at the next person*
Oh!
Sorry, I don't believe we've met.
*Frowns slightly* I don't want you here either, I'm trying to relax,
-My wings retract, as I wink at Alastair and walk outside-
No, we haven't met. And you needn't worry- I hardly care what you're trying to do.
*Glares at Chord, and makes sure he leaves, her hands saucily on her hips*
*merely sighs slightly in response to Chord*
Oh, really? Fabulous. I'd love to talk another time tigger to know you, but really, I'm quite tired and need to rest, and would especially enjoy some space.
((*Rolls in and hugs Alastair* check your email, love :3 *Whispers* I'm rooting for you*
*Salutes to Valencia* I shall attend your funeral..))
*to get to
Gracious me, these spellings are horrendous.
Um...
Thanks?
-I continue walking until I get to the entrance of the forest, Dwyer walking out to greet me-
Dwyer: The clones are ready.
How many of them?
Dwyer: Just the two blood samples we've taken, so far. All other subjects have deceased.
Very well. Prepare them.
Dwyer: Of course.
((*hugs Adra*))
*takes a step closer to her* I'm sure you would enjoy some space. *takes another step, so he's reached a distance most strangers would be uncomfortable with* But you don't really need it, do you?
*Mirrors his steps, taking two steps closer, until she has herself pressed against him* *Her eyebrow raises in challenge* You would be surprised about just how much space- *Shoves him back* a person needs. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some translating to do.*Moves to her steps and her door*
-I walk back, and lean against the doorframe-
Stop scaring people, Alastair.
Valencia, do you have a death wish?
*Shrugs* I have eight times more to die. *Taps her leg* This was number nine.
You'll lose your other one if you're not careful.
*dematerializes, so her push goes through him and he stays where he is* I quite like scaring people; I don't imagine I'll stop anytime soon. Though I'm doing this more to satiate my own curiosity than to cause fear. *follows her*
Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well, I do it so it feels like hell, I do it so it feels real.
*Smiles* And even I know how to be careful.
Curiosity? In me? Well... Alright, I'll give you props for that, good sir, yet your curiosity could be quelled through simple questions which I could answer.
Perhaps fear has been misplaced.
-I decide to walk into the house, observing the multiple artifacts, as Dantè flies through, landing on my shoulder-
As a real person, in reality, Matthew Cattell (that's my name), I don't fear death. Obviously I used to, everyone fears death as a young child, but it's something I've come to embrace.
And I don't think death or suicide or depression or self-harm should be glorified and romanticised, not in the slightest, but I do think death can be articulated. Not the actual dying, but the void of which you were born out of.
Chord, I swear- *Raises her hand to smack him* You aren't allowed in here! Those artifacts are for studying, and I do not trust your crow to stay shy from them.
Dantè won't bother you, or your artifacts. Needn't worry.
Questions are boring. I loathe to be bored.
Life is awesome, I confess.
What I do, I do it best.
You got nothing, I got tested, and I'm best, yes.
(Sorry bout that))
*Raises her arms in exasperation* DOES PRIVACY MEAN NOTHING ANYMORE?
*Grabs Chord and shoves him out the front door and down the porch steps, locking the door tight* Stay out!
I just am done. I am broken
That was terrible, Chord.
*Shends a quick and sharp look to Alastair* Then go play monopoly.
*Goes inside her house and slams the door shut behind her*
Hello everyone i may stay for a while since I gave up on watching Thor The Dar World after Frigga died
Hello, Alastair, how are you this fine night?
Welcome, Zafira!
What was terrible?
Hello Veronica! I apologize if I am a bit awkward today...one becomes such after they experience such as I have.
That three-line rhyme. That was terrible.
Valencia* sorry i forgot my uh..autocorrect is on
Have I introduced myself?
Zafira Kerias, Grand Mage of America.
They're lyrics from a Lana Del Rey song.
That's alright, I understand the confusion.
Hello! *Shakes hand* I'm well, Valencia.
Monopoly is intolerably uninteresting.
*sighs* Hello, Zafira, I hope you're feeling miserable, and all the other pleasantries.
*walks through the door* You'll have to try a bit harder than that.
The song is called "Fucked My Way Up To The Top"
Raunchy title, I know. It's still an amazing song.
Nice to meet you. *grins* I haven't met new people in a while. I am happy to finally meet you, I was on briefly yesterday but I hope to be more active now that the weekend is almost up. I made a deal with a friend irl to watch Thor, The Avengers, and Thor: The Dark World all this weekend.
...
Well then those lines aren't very good.
*Shuts all of the curtains to the outside of her house and sits on her couch with a sigh*
*Shakes her head and goes upstairs*
*Sits on her bed*
*Sighs, and twists her leg off, letting her stump breathe*
*grins following Alastair* Miserable? Oh no dear, Alastair, I feel alive! I have learned something in my time of being absent, I learned that power is great. I learned why peoole like you seek it. Did you know that? How is your life going? Do I hear the pitter patter of tiny evil feet?
The word LISTEN has the same letters as the word SILENT.
Ah. Well then that's your taste- I don't care for Lana del Rey that much. If you like it, then I shan't judge.
*She can't hear Alastair because she is relaxing*
-Alex Gauntlet appears behind Zafira-
Alex: How is Olivia, my dear friend?
My child is fine, Alex. She is training and happy. Why do you ask?
Alex: No reason. -disappears-
For mercy's sake, Alex, if you plan to kill her, try harder. *laughs*
Alex: I have no intentions on killing your daughter.
*Picks up a chocolate orange*
*Eats the chocolate orange, spreading out her wings, moaning gently as her muscles stretch*
Heaven hath come..
Good. If you must know, Olivia is with her little brother, Christopher. I have no doubt they are playing, and safe.
*answers Zafira mentally, since he's inside Valencia's house* No, Zafira, you do not.
*moves up to Valencia's room* *draws a knife from his coat and throws it into her wall, then pulls it back into his hand with air* *tosses it into the exact same spot on her wall again, and continues to do so, throwing and catching in a steady pattern*
You have quite lousy knife throwing skills, Alastair.
*Jumps* You've got to be joking.
What did I say about privacy, Alastair? And my wall! You'll tarnish it!
I have missed you, Alastair. What is life like for you, with the more names? Do you still hear them scream and beg? I have always wondered why you would like power, until I came across power. Then I understood.
*Stands in a shadowy corner of nowhere-in-particular*
*Has a bad case of writer's block*
*Wonders if making an appearance in Blogland would be a good idea*
I've already tarnished it.
-I sit down, and make myself a cup of tea-
-Dwyer appears, and sits with me-
Dwyer: They're talking about power.
Pathetic. Money, power and glory. That's all anyone cares about.
Hey, Azalie! Sure! Tag along somewhere!
Well-
*Grumbles* Ugh.
*Falls back onto her bed, covering her eyes with an arm*
Go away. I'm tired, and I need to rest.
Hallo!
Hello Valencia. Um, I would, but I'm not sure where to tag along? I'm not really the type to barge in, especially once someone's asked for privacy...
Perhaps that's why this story is getting nowhere.
Perhaps that's something I need to work on.
...
...
It's one thing to think of that, another to do it.
I'm terribly sorry.
Hello Amethyst. :)
No, I don't think I will.
*has decidedly not responded to Zafira*
((For the record, I hardly care for money or "glory", but I believe in power because it is the only venue through which I can exist as myself.))
Hello Azalie! How are you?
Welcome, Amethyst!
And that is true, Azalie, but everyone else has ignored that request, so your situation wouldn't be too foreign.
Hello Alastair! Hello Valencia! How are you guys?
*Lifts her arm* Then what will you do?
I'm tired, Amethyst. I woke up too soon this morning, and it's too early now to fall asleep.
It's a conundrum. A tiring one.
And how are you faring?
I'm fine :)
BRING BRING
I don't know; perhaps simply continue to wander about your room, invading your privacy. *returns his knife to its place in his coat* *starts to examine various things in her room*
Hello Snow! How are you?
Hello Alastair and Chord.
In real life: I'm okay, except for writer's block. :)
And in character: I'm constantly paranoid about these monsters that could best be described as my author's version of Remnants. I suppose that's how I'd translate it into my Skulduggery Pleasant World OC. Fear of Remnants. Or... *Slow smile*
...
Okay, that wasn't really in character. Author-me popped back in. Luckily I'm me either way, except events differ and who are we without our stories, so I guess I'm not really the same at all... Okay, never mind.
I suppose. But the fact that there are people there would make me avoid it more. Unless...
*I'll be taking a moment to look back for descriptions of Valencia's house and where everyone is, and join in once I've determined a few things*
Hello, Snow?
Well, there are feathers all over the place, so watch your step. I don't think I could get you you even if I tried...
*Curls up on her side under her duvet, letting her wings stay folded loosely under the blanket*
*Hopefully by shutting her eyes, she'll wake up and he'll be gone*
Um.
Hello Neither.
*Answers the phone?*
(Unless that was directed at someone else, in which case I most certainly do not answer their phone. That'd be weird.)
Sorry, what?
* To go. Sorry!!!
I couldn't get you to go, even if I tried.
*Glances at him from under the covers* You're infuriatingly stubborn. And annoying.
...
I suppose I ought to say something here...
Yes!
Hello.
Hello. How are you?
I'm becoming rather tired, actually. Fatigue...sleep and things.
*Grey
I realized that my phone corrected my wing color from grey to "feet"
I honestly hate this accursed contraption.
I must leave, now. Good evening.
Good evening.
I'm sorry, I appear to have started writing again.
*Disappears*
(Or rather, I'd already disappeared, but I returned to say goodbye)
Just recorded my second video ded, vlog style.
Wil, upload later and I apologize in advance because of reasons thats become obvious when I upload it
I'm waiting. All day today i will be waiting. Waiting for the fact that I've had little more than 5 hours sleep to crash down on me. I am waiting.
But I'm also ridiculously wide awake at this moment so yey! Hello empty void that is a lack of people! How are all of you, going about your days! Or nights! Or whatever's! I feel like dancing but I won't dance because i don't feel like dancing!
Valencia:
You said you know about people because you were ghosting/lurking, right?
*hugs* I'm not alone... :D
That's a bit weird Fay.
Do you think blogland SHOULD have a council of elders?
If a country has a council and Blogland is a sort of pocket dimension then that should qualify as a country..
However blogland is meant to be neutral ground and a place of equals..
Equal in personality. Not power.
Hello Chord.
Maybe not in power but there is a community here. Everyone knows that no one is higher up or calls ranks on others apart from the few exceptions. And what would the council be there for anyway?
No idea.
Exactly so there is basically no point in having one anyway
*nods*
Glad we've come to an agreement.
-I sit perched on the sturdy branch of a tree-
Whatever you say.
Which brings me to my next thought process.
*turns to Chord*
I don't appreciate having blood taken from me by force.
I am totally voting against Blogland having a council of elders.
No offense. :)
Hey Star.
I think its a bad idea too now that I've thought about it.
-I wave to Star-
My bad, Silente. I've put it to good use.
Good use? Why do I get the feeling that won't be /good/ for us.
*sighs*
*jumps up onto the branch next to him*
Where's Danté?
@Silente: Yeah . . . :/
*waves to Chord :)*
@Star how are you?
-I put my fingers in my mouth, letting out a whistle, Dantè flying through the treetops, landing on my shoulder-
Here he is.
*looks at the crow curiously*
Hmm. He's quite a handsome fellow as a crow. Strong beak, sharp claws. Cute.
*smiles*
Why, thank you.
-Dantè jumps off my shoulder and onto Silente's-
*shifts away from the crow a little*
I'm fine, Silente. :)
Trying to do English homework. -_-
You? :)
*smiles at Dantè*
Hello there.
Animals are awesome. Crows and wolves and ravens. My three favorite animals. As a kid I always wanted my discipline to be one that allowed me to change into an animal.
*laughs coldly*
Guess I got my wish. Just not the type of animal I wanted.
@star I'm fine. Should be doing French homework but that can wait. It's not going anywhere anytime soon. And its a simple task anyway.
*mutters*
Vampires are cool.
@Silente: Yeah. My English homework isn't that simple and I'll be murdered if I don't have it tomorrow, so I'm jumping to it. :P
@star oh well we don't want you yo be murdered! Well at least most of us don't. Alastair might. Then again he might see that as a waste.
I can morph into different animals.
*smiles*
Then your lucky. I'd give anything to go back and have that chance.
*looks at Dantè*
If I stroke you are you going to peck my eyes out?
No, he won't.
And, Silente, you could ask Alastair to take you back in time, or you could ask China Sorrows to etch a symbol into you.
*rubs his beak gently before smoothing back the feathers on his head and neck*
He's lucky too. You both are. Your disciplines are beautiful.
*her eyes are slightly sad*
-I hop down from the tree, walking near the edge of the cliff-
Silente, would you like a ride?
*jumps down as well smoothly*
A ride?
*cautiously watches the cliff edge*
Yes.
-I take my coat off, raising up some of the ground to hang it on, revealing my tight undergarment, as my large wings protrude from my back, a wingspan of about 20 feet, two crimson feathers symmetrically on either wing-
(Oh, the base colour is black btw. Forgot that.))
*stares at the wings*
*smiles slowly*
I won't have a ride. But it'd be an honor to fly with you.
*taps the sigils on her collar bones*
*bright blue wings burst from my shoulders out to either side and towering slightly above me head*
*rolls my shoulders*
Ah. That's nice.
*smiles at him*
(oh forgot to put the glittery part. Bright blue glittery wings)
Ah. I see.
Absolutely.
-I take a few steps back, running forward and letting my wings extend, as I glide gracefully through the air-
(Brb. Bad timing, I know!)
((Star: Bright blue glittery wings are nice. :)
Adra likes me. Alastair wouldn't want to murder me.
. . .
Although he literally stabbed me in the back last night. With a knife.))
((So tired. D:
I don't like being tired.
It feels . . . tired.
*curses my low efficiency*))
*follows suit laughing*
*looks at the sea below and swoops down to it*
*turns upside down so her wings are mere inchea above the water*
*glides back up and flies above Chord grinning broadly*
((He stabbed you in the back. Charming. Isn't Alastair such a charming person.))
(okay Chord. I'll wait.)
((*watching, btw :)*
Yeah. He's wonderful. :P
Then Adra was just cuddling him because he was 'only being protective' and I'm just like -_- ONLY NEARLY DIED HERE NEVER MIDN ME. XD))
(Back. :))
-Dantè is closely behind me, and I smile, focusing, fully turning into a falcon, with proportionate speed, as I whizz past Silente-
(I didn't ded this page.. I dedicate this page to the friendships we've all formed. We can all be so far apart, but so close together.)
*grins at the falcon*
*flies faster pulling herself into a more aerodynamic position*
(hear hear)
*hugs* Great ded. :)
-I swoop down, my wings folded, as I suddenly spread my wings, speeding fast Silente-
(Also, a falcon can go 386.242 kilometers per hour, so if I can go with the proportionate speed, I can go... Really fucking fast.)
*rolls her eyes*
Show off.
*pulls her wings in and corkscrews downwards*
*brings her wings out a moment before she would've impacted on the water*
*glides quickly above its surface*
(An African or European falcon? :P)
-I hold back, as I glide next to Silente, flipping sideways so the tip of my wing touches the water-
(Peregrine Falcon. If you're an Ameriminion, it's 240 mph)
((That was a joke, sorry. :)
I'm English, but we use mph as well . . .))
*raises and eyebrow at the falcon*
*keeps gliding along the surface*
*moves yo slightly and does a loop de loop in the air*
(Oh. I see.)
-I shift back to a human, my wings still extended-
Silente, the sun is setting. Do you have your elixir?
((Elixir . . . that's a cool name for it. :)))
(Haha thanks)
*looks at the setting sun*
*realises her hands are shaking*
Oh.
*pulls free a needle from her pocket*
*sighs and hovers in the air*
*her hands are shaking a lot making it hard to place it against her vein*
-I glide over, taking the needle from her hand-
*sighs*
Help?
*holds out one of my arms trying to hold it still*
It's okay. -I veer left, sticking two knives into the cliff wall, holding onto one-
Stay still.
*frowns hovering above the water*
What you doing?
*feels the entirety of her arms shaking now*
Oh god. Not good.
-I grab her arm firmly, gently placing the needle in, pushing it's contents into your veins-
*jerks slightly and grimcases as the needle is slid in*
*the shaking slows and cones to a stop*
Thanks.
*looks at the sun as the last of its rays die*
Thanks a lot. That could've gone very wrong very quickly for me.
*looks down at the waves*
Very wrong indeed.
Yes.. Shall we make our way back?
Sure. Hey. Guess what.
*grins*
Race ya.
*laughs and sets off at a rather high speed heading back to the cliff they set off from*
-I growl, turning into a falcon yet again, swooping down to get to the cliff-
-I raise up the ground in front of me, as I suddenly fly backwards, sending my arms out, slingshotting me forward, past Silente-
*laughs knowing she has no chance of matching his speed*
*flies as fast as I can, lagging behind you by a couple of seconds*
-I slow down, letting her get in front, as she gets to the cliff before me-
*lands carefully with a flare of wings*
*turns to watch you land*
What happened? You were winning!
-I grab my chest, catching my breath-
N-nothing..
*frowns*
Are you okay?
*walks slowly towards you*
Chord?
Honestly, Star. That knife wasn't even poisoned. If I'd wanted to kill you, I would've killed you.
Hello Alastair. Its been a while.
*is seemingly alone*
Every time I go to say sea snake without concentrating, I end up saying snea snake
My brain tends to fail after saying it as well.
I am so odd
DAMNIT IT.
I dedicate this page to Gay Rights and Snea Snakes
Awesome ded, SNow.
*hugs* :) ^^
I just had a mini party in my brain because I might have finally finished this drawing.
And then I realized that I haven't done any background to speak of, and am melting on the inside. :P
Thank you.
Now I must sleep. Good bye.
Night, SNow. Sleep well. :)
*might stick around for a while?*
Hello mello yello jello fello. Happy Father's Day!
*waves* Hello! :)
wbd - trying to draw background without destroying anything. :P
Hmm. Homework, reading or blogland...
Cons.
I don't enjoy homework
My eyes are tired and finding it a bit difficult to read
Blogland is rather empty
Pros
If I do homework now I won't have to do it tonight
Reading is fun and I really want to read
Blogland is fun and if I'm alone I can do what I want
Hmmm...
Conclusion!
Take a nap and do everything later.
Nap time guys!
@Silente: xD
Sleep well! :) ^^
*sets aside the finished drawing that I'll probably decide is unfinished again later*
*goes into the realms of internet to find other images to draw from :P*
I couldn't sleep.
I nearly fell over when I got up from my chair though. Dots kinda blotted out my sight and somehow I ended up leaning against the door frame with numb arms...
That's probably not a good thing...
..maybe I should figure out why that happened...
..nah. It will be fine probably.
So how us everyone?
HI BLOGLAND!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW ARE YOU AL!!!!
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