The fawn finally stormed off. Nikodim was not listening, he was getting on her nerves. She was happy when she woke, joining him and Miyako for a friendly romp and a curious sniff at an unknown deer. It was happy, and they tried so hard to stay that way. They tried to romp in the water, but Miyako was too scared. Then, again, Nikodim had to go start a fight. Jupiter just wanted Morgul and Nidheim to be friends with Nikodim... but no, the stupidhead had to go chasing Nidheim. Stupid...stupid...stupidhead!!!
Jupiter squashed another blueberry, watching it splatter over the dirt. Three more times, three more splatters, until her hoof was as purple-blue as her tail fur. Stupid. I hate this. He keeps getting hurt, and I am stuck. I can't even SEE very well anymore... especially with this... And her headache began to grow again.
The fawn cried out in frustration at the sky above the blue bowl. Pinning her ears, Jupiter pressed her head in to the dead foliage. She tried to drown out the sounds of Niko's pounding hooves in the distance, clashing antlers cracking like fallen trees and lightning. Her foreknees pressed against her head, covering it in another attempt, but nothing could stop her hypersensitive ears from hearing it.
Tears made clean paths over her dirty face. Last time she really cried, Jupiter had started to lose her sight. Now, it was because she was losing her patience with her closest. The fawn flung back her head, pounding the ground with her forehooves. Rising in a fury, she attacked the blueberry plants. Blue-purple and green and brown were everywhere, dying dirt and plant and fur alike. It looked like a battleground, and in the middle of a thoroughly pulped bush Jupiter lay sprawled out, covered in blueberry juice and heaving. She was a pretty violent little thing when she was angry.
I know I still need to finish Ebony and Ivory, but I wanted to start this RP up. Anyone can join in.
The scenario is that Noctuis, the infectious owl, attacks Quad and damages his brain. The RP will involve interacting with him in this state as well as trying to find a way to cure him.
Official Themesong:
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He had been stalking the blackbuck for quite some time. Patiently waiting for the right time to strike. The antelope was an obvious threat, and he now knew why Iugulare had so much trouble taking over this world.
Noctuis accepted the challenge. Quad had to be nullified, in one way or another, if he was to be successful in his own conquest of the galaxy.
The night was just beginning, and Quad settled in on his pillar at the Ruins. Above on the stone structure was the infection, he glided in silently and watched as the blackbuck closed his eyes for the night. "Hoo...Hoo...", Noctuis' quiet calls gave an ambiance of the surroundings. Quad ignored the sound, as he had heard owl calls often at night.
In one strike, Noctuis was on him. He grasped his claws into Quad's back and immediately began to bite him in the back of the neck. "Wh--?!", Quad tried to call, but his voice was immediately muffled by an infectious white wing, wrapping around his face to silence him. "Too easy.", Noctuis chuckled, the wound on the back of Quad's skull now open enough for the virus to enter. The blackbuck struggled and writhed to break free, but his oxygen cut off, he slowly lost consciousness, his body going limp and sliding off the pillar. He hit the ground with a sickening thud, and Noctuis let go of his body.
He is like the dormant winter world: Cold, unyielding expanses capped with suffering. From him come broad claws of reaching tree bones embedded in frozen ground, bare without a skin of grass or hair to cover it.
He is like the last moment of fall: Vibrant reds against black soil black, a beautiful sight before hibernation. Over him lay all the colors of a season half way between frozen and warmth.
Beneath the seasons, he is like the underground: the further underneath you go the hotter things become. Hot blood rushing under cold skin causes him to steam below the skin as he boils in his very core.
If you knew him, you would know that the heat of summer runs beneath the frigid winter of his exterior. His icy exoskeleton protecting what it is that could kill or nurture: the heat of the brutal desert of his anger fighting the calming warmth of a summer evening.
I don't normally write anything, but sometimes I daydream things about my characters that insist on being written.
This is a memory. Hopefully you'll figure out what of easily enough.
The ending is a little choppy and rushed in my opinion, but I couldn't figure out how to make it flow better.
Who loves wolves here? Well, I do so I am going to make a roleplay for them. Anyone can join and if you have a wolf rp, please post it here.
Sure, the pack had it bad before. When the food went low and with the humans and all but it was never like this. The leader went missing and a strange darkness is taking over the pack. Wolves are going insane and act like they are being controlled. The strangest of all is that some wolves have... abilities. Who will find their leader first... if it's not too late?
Form:
Name:
Age:
Symbol: Doesn't need one, just might be cool.
Power:
Gender:
Rank:
History:
Appearance:
Personality:
Other:
Name: Avalon
Age: 16 in dog years
Symbol: gold female symbol on chest- also known as the symbol of life.
Power: Darkness/ partly evil and the Evil ( The darkness in the pack) can speak through her.
Gender: Female
Rank: Hunter
History: Her mother and father mysteriously disapeared and she was taken into the pack. She always thought that she was in the wrong place.
Appearance: Black pelt with green eyes and red chest. Her paws are red and her tail is tipped with red.
Personality: She is very adventurous and always getting into trouble. Very mysterious and always has a sarcastic comeback/answer.
Other: She trusts no one... not even herself.
I had the urge to write something with my wolf character, Avalon, in it. Just to keep in mind: I am a horribly inexpierenced writer. So, here it goes!
Her body ached, her paws were scraped, and almost all hope was lost.
She lumbered toward her own home, bursted into tears and cryed.
'They had gotten here, too?' She thought as she wept. 'Well, I will have revenge someday! And they'll be the ones upset!'
Avalon was ready now, she done moping about. She bounded to the forest when she was stopped by a shout.
It was a howling shout, only be made when almost dead. Avalon stopped in her tracks, her heart filled with led.
'It was him!' She thought. 'But then he lied?' Her head exploded with enormous pain, she laid down... and died.
How do you likey? I know... it's sad. But it leaves you wanting more, correct? This is actualy part of a story I'm writing ( except this is in poem form) and yes, pretty much all poems I write are stupid and dark. This one is not very dark and happen to be proud of it... Can you guys give me some tips and tell me what you think? Thanks for your help!
The fawn awoke, her eyes fluttering open like a butterfly's millifiori wings.
The flower patch lay spread before her, a million flowers like a million stars coursed along the ground. As if under a drought of poppy, the fawn awoke so slowly that minutes seemed like hours. Her ears were the last to awake, sharply trouncing her with bouts of sound. It did not feel good. Jupiter pressed her ears to her skull to drown out the sound, but it did not help any. Her hearing was too acute, it seemed. And... well, Jupiter's eyes would not wake up all the way. She no longer could see the very edge of her flower patch.
The very tiny edges of her vision would not un-blur. Rubbing did not help, blinking did not help. The fawn was scared. Something was so wrong, so so wrong. The fawn daintily crept to her hooves, making her way to the Crying Idol. The water's cold mist greeted her harshly, soaking her fur til it clung to her sides.
Jupiter still made her way under the rushing tears. Her hooves dug in to the mud, body trembled beneath the onslaught of water. It soaked and chilled her to the bone, but she would not get out, not until her eyes and body were clean. Her head tilted back, breath held hitched in her throat, an opened her eyes against her instincts. The icy water burned. It stung, and she sharply in-took what she hoped to be air... and coughed, swallowed more, choked.
Her body trembled as she crawled free, hitching and coughing, then collapsed in the poppies and moss next to the rumbling stone statue. She convulsed, vomiting acid and water.
Jupiter still was afraid to open her eyes. She was afraid that the blurriness would still be there. And so the fawn lay on the ground, shivering, with the stone and water roaring in her ears.
(This is a closed RP between Quad's Hex and my Jupiter only. Please respect that.)
