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[HYPNO] Lessons from Kenny or: Fainting in Coils"Look, I was maybe a LITTLE impressed with those big arms of yours--hell, you got a swell singing voice too. But THIS? Look, not for nothing, but I've seen handbags that were more intimidating then this...Which reminds me, what's with the coloring here on the tip? The only place that has red on it. You get bored and dye that one spot and then think better of it or...?"
Sometimes, he really needed to learn to just keep his yap shut.
"Would it help if I apologized?"
"Come on! I was only teasing! It's not like you don't tease people!" Tarot sighed, twisting his torso back and forth a moment, looking incredibly uncomfortable. Though, of course he was uncomfortable--he was bound from the waist down to his feet in thick, serpent coils that held him fast. It's not like he was in any danger; the coils were tight enough to hold him but not nearly enough to threaten his life. But dammit he hated it all the same. "For someone with snakeskin you seem to have a low to
Under the Night Sky The flames flickered, slowly retreating from their former height to lick solely around the charred wood. Everyone had gone to bed now, there was no point in keeping the fire going, especially if it was going to go unwatched. Chantal watched it die. She was the last one remaining. She would likely be awake for some time yet. Her green eyes fell onto the tents and then to Raven. She paused; the girl was looking nervous when Chantal mentioned the Circle. She meant what she said, about it being good that Raven avoided the Circle. But... perhaps the thought made her paranoid? The little woman chuckled mirthlessly to herself. Apostates.
When the fire had finally burned pass its capacity, Chantal got up from her spot and found herself cleaning up the site. There was nothing else to do, no one to talk to, and she was fully awake. And this way, no one could claim that she did nothing. She couldn’t help earlier, there were too many people. She brought the di
Dream-Eating Servant (Open RP)You have been experiencing nightmares for a while now and you can barely sleep at night. During a full moon, you go out for the night only to bump into someone. It turns out that the person you bumped into happens to be a dream-eating demon colored in monochrome. They offer to help you out with your problem by eating your nightmares and giving you any dream you want. They didn't ask for payment othen than staying with you and that they will tell you the payment on the next full moon. But something happens to the demon while they're eating your dreams. They...
A) Transform into a half creature?
B) Start to have bigger bellies?
C) Grow bigger and bigger?
D) Change gender?
E) Have a different symptom not on this list?
F) A mixture of the above things on this list?
Just Another Second In My HeadSo, here we are at the end of the world. Well when I say world I mean the end of the human race’s input upon things. No more pollution, carbon fumes will be gone, no more coke cans on the street or McDonalds burger wrappers flying in the air. It’s just going to be nature from now on, like it should have been from the beginning, just the animals, the plants and the trees.
It’s funny really; I spent my whole life trying to save the people on this stinky piece of rock. I spent every day trying to make people happy. Trying to make their lives just that little bit more bearable and for what? So I can sit here in the back garden, with the lukewarm rain pouring over me as I watch a war unfold in front of my very eyes. Okay, So I may have been the one to start this war but that doesn’t mean I had to do it or anything…I just got bored one day and me and my blue eyed friend over there who is currently riding a narwhal, ran out of pie and figure that we should
You have always been strong. Where your siblings were wild, loud, and careless things, you were the stony silence, the heart that beat steady and unhurried. You felt the sun, the moon, the stars, the solid ground beneath your paws all the same; but they were not quite as in tuned as you. They parted their jowls and howled for the night sky, and you were content to lift your snout in dignified quiet. In your wolf skin you love the feel of your fur bristled and your muzzle wet with blood. Even with dripping teeth and hackled fur you are a graceful stature.
In your girl-skin you are still strong, though sometimes you like it less. Your limbs are compact with muscle, your skin is silk and wire; soft flesh over hard muscle and bone. You let your hair grow past your shoulders and you are fierce even with the gait of a teenage girl. Your classmates will watch and gossip behind small, un-calloused hands. They marvel at the
The Spaces Between Their MovesA small boat approached the barren, rocky island. The blackened and soggy remnants of other vessels stretched across the jagged stones like ladies on fainting couches, but spoke of peril as much as exhaustion. The waves grew choppy near the shore and the boat tossed, but one of the occupants expertly angled the tiller, guiding the single-sail craft safely to a tiny beach. Other boats were here as well, dragged up onto the sand but long since claimed by time and storm, no longer hoping their masters might return to sail once more.
"Are you certain?" asked the pilot, hand still on the tiller. "There is no shame in turning about, I would speak of it to no one."
"I must," said the warrior calmly. "I took a vow, never to cast aside a worthy quest." The sailor bowed his head sadly.
"Then I will return, once only, in three days as we agreed. I hope to find you waiting here victorious, but I fear we shall not speak again. I cannot see how
[Transformation] The Djinn ForgeThe said it was perhaps one of the oddest and most incredible inventions of magical technology in the history of the Alaghan. A forging together of the engineering of mankind, the magic of the ages and the rituals of the primal past. And while it was more or less lost to the anals of history, Tarot had found it.
The Djinn Forge.
According to the legends, by placing in a series of required offerings to the ancient gods and saying the proper chants at the proper times, one could stand before the alter and the machine would forge together whatever the user asked for, just like a djinn of old. Granted the required offerings was unknown, the time was a mystery and, well--most chalked it up to legends and fairy tales. But it was on such tales that Tarot thrived and so he went about seeking it out all the same.
And he struck the proverbial gold, finally. After some digging and exploring in various temples, he finally found the thing, hidden deep within the deserts just beyond Little Ala-Mhigo
House-elf and cream of carott
Une délicate odeur anisée s'élevait du bol de grès simple déposé sans autre apprêt sur la table où le maître prenait ses repas lorsqu'il s'adonnait, comme ce jour-là, à quelques sulfureuses expériences. Le petit lutin domestique déposa à côté les quelques gougères appétissantes et dorées qu'il venait juste de sortir du four. Il aurait bien croqué à pleines dents dedans et goûté un fond de velouté, s'il n'avait tant craint la colère du sorcier. D'ailleurs, ne devait-il pas avant tout veiller à ce que le plat reste bien chaud, en attendant le retour de son irascible maître ? Mieux valait ne pas savoir où celui-ci était parti...
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