The Witch's Curse(Toothless and Heartless)

[AHeartlessNobody]

Name: Anna Hale
Age: 7
Appearance: Just younger of course. Though, depending on how things go, her older form might come into play later on the rp.

Other: She gets angrier and angrier every year, feeling frustrated and hateful because no one understands her and just think she is evil.

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Anger. Spite. Frustration. Sorrow. Hatred. These feelings all together weren’t good together. They caused bad things to happen. Very bad things. She hadn’t woken in years. Many years. Not since that old horrible seer had learned to soothe her before she could even wake. She used to love that bedtime story, since it was one her mother used to read her. And maybe for the first few years after her death it brought her some joy, but after so many years of hearing it, it was nothing but wicked. She cursed whoever made that story. She hoped they had a long and horrible after life. Just like her. In fact, she wanted everyone to suffer the way she suffered. Why shouldn’t they? They were all just as evil as those people who had put her to death were. Yes. They needed to suffer. That would make things right. That would make them truly see how evil they were for what they did to her.
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The time was coming. Just a few more hours. She could feel it. That seer would have been here by now. He would have already starting reading. Either the old fool was getting slow, or he was just like her, separated from this world. And if he was dead, then surely there would be no one else to take his place, right? Hopefully there wasn’t. Then she could roam, and destroy this town that had killed her so long ago. They would pay for what they did to her. They would all pay.

[Toothless]

(I can't see the picture and I haven't made my cs yet ^^; )
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The fading light cast an eerie glow over ancient trees that hugged the sky and brushed against each other with a nerve wracking creak in response to each stiff breeze that attempted to peirce this dense forest. He had pushed his way through- thinking only breifly on whether or not he had missed the main path in his haste. Even if it was only once a year he would have thought his cranky old grandpa would have kept a way clear to make it easier on such old bones. He had really been getting up there when he keeled over and that scratchy old voice was still running like sand paper through his mind. He also had thought the geezer had enough since to tell him something like this BEFORE the last minute. When he would have had enough time to collect his thoughts before running out here like the hounds of hell were on his heels and that was what the old coot had made it sound like was going to happen if he didn't read this book and put the 'witch' back to sleep.
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Really- as a seer one would think the universe would have warned him of something like this. Standing before that circle of graves nothing could have really prepared him though for the moment the ground began to shake. "Once upon a time-" He stopped as suddenly as if his voice had been crushed then choked on his disbelief. "Crazy old bastard." He cursed because how was a stupid little fairytale going to stop devesation from raining down on this town? Quickly he had flipped through the pages wondering if he had missed something, maybe there was a slip of paper, something... anything...
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It wasn't as dramatic as he thought it would be, surprisingly the sky didn't split open but the air crackled with energy and the bark of the trees screamed as they were bent by the wind. Then the ground had thumped like a single heartbeat and limbs burst from the ground. He had certainly seen his share of zombie flicks so turned tail and ran before they could completely emerge from their graves. It was only as he was running back towards town that he thought about it. There had only been seven graves- the witch couldn't have been buried there.
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Tucking the book under his arm he fished out his cellphone, feeling breathless. It rang: again and again... "come on." Now in a situation like this calling his little brat of his brother probably wouldn't be the thing to do but he wouldn't ask as many questions as his parents would when he told him he wasn't going to be home for awhile.

[AHeartlessNobody]

(there, I got the same picture from a different site. Should work now. And don't worry bout it, take your time)
Yes. It was time. She was finally free. That old evil coot had failed at keeping her contained this time. One moment she was in complete darkness, as she always was when she was 'asleep' and the next she was in the forest, next to the gret oak where she was buried. Her feet hovered a few inches above the ground and she quickly tried floating away from ehr grave sight, though, she was only able to go about fifty feet into the forest and she couldn't go any further. It was almost like there was a barrier keeping her away from the town. She put her hands up, trying to push past the barriers and when she found she couldn't, the little girl yelled out in anger, banging her fists against it, lightening striking throughout the sky as she did.
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She went back to her grave, streaming with anger, "That crazy old fool! If he thought he can keep me here by some silly little Seer trick, then he was wrong! I'll find a way out...but for now..." A grin spread across her face, "I'll let my killers do my work for me."
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She knew the seven who had condemned her would be rising now that she was awakened. They would rise and ake their way to the town. there, the curse would spread to those who were just as evil as them. Which, if her thoughts were right, then everyone in that town would be turned into the undead by the end of that night. Then she would be satisfied. Everyone would have gotten what they deserved. She was sure that would be able to make her move on. Right? Right. It had to be. They would suffer and she would have fullfilled what she had to do. Then she wouldn't have to live on this earth anymore. And she would be happy. She was sure of it.

[Toothless]

Name: Doon Kurt
Age: 17
Appearance:

Spoiler

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Light tore the sky open with flashes as energy clashed with the atmosphere.
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Doon glanced backwards with a small curse and it was at that point his brother picked up, calling him out on his 'potty mouth' in that childish tone. "Now really isn't the time for that" he hissed out with exsperation. "Let our parents know I'm going to be home late," with one more glance at the sky he winced. "Real late." His little sibling had taken to repeating everything he said just to get on his nerves and right now... it was working. "Quit- I'm- shut up! You little brat there is zombies on the move and I don't need you doing this. "Just- just stay inside." He finished and hung up as he approached town hall. No surprise that when he rattled at the doors he found it locked. He'd have to apologize to his brother later, right now he needed to figure out where that witch was buried. He opened the story book open once more and searched for something he may have missed. No wonder he had never really liked his grandfather when he left him to figure out stuff like this.

[AHeartlessNobody]

Zombies in the town. She would enjoy this. The only thing that could possibly make this better would be if she could see it all taking place. She listened closely, waiting for the screams of the unsuspecting victems that would see the undead coming into their town. It took a little bit, but finally she heard the echo of the first screams and laughed. Oh how stupid these humans were. They had no way to protect themselves from something like this. Soon they would all be gone. Soon she would have her vengence.
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She moved over to her grave, only marked by a stone. There was no name or anything on the stone. It was just a simple stone put there so no one would try to dig the witch up. She sat down on it, frowning lightly. Sitting there, she felt that same wave of loneliness that hit her sometimes. She hunger her head, then cletched her hands to her head in frustration, her small body trembling. Not a minute later, she yelled out in anger once more, the moment of weakness passing, sparks coming off her again and lightening striking the sky even more then before.

[Toothless]

Screams of terror were always unsettling but he could brush them into the background. He was hopeful that if he continued to focus something would eventually come to him. Maybe the forces of the next realm would grant him a vision or a pathway or maybe... he was just wasting his time. He thought as much for the shortest moment until he heard a cry that rattled his essence and left a tightness in his chest. Tear streaked face and uncontrolled sobs as the child was dragged away to a certain death. She had been dirty from an attempt at freedom, tripped to the ground only to be pulled ruthlessly to her feet and dragged across them until indistictive shadows plucked her up to deliver her to her fate. He felt a pull and shook it off- clearing his mind of the memory. It was too late to go back there.
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She was just a little girl, the guilt would never leave him even if he had been almost as young himself. It was his fault that all that happened to her. This situation was completely unrelated but hearing the scream of a different child had sent him reeling backwards into those awful thoughts. Lighting streaked the sky and he tried to trace its arch back to its source before it disappear. It didn't seem to touch the clouds in the expected manner. Was this the witch's doing? He skirted down the side streets, trying to avoid conflict as he made his way in the direction he thought it rose from.

[AHeartlessNobody]

She hoped they all died. She helped every one of those evil humans died for what they had done to her. Hatred ran through her body ad made her blind to any reason that may have tried to come forth. These people needed to die. The world would be a better place without them. She was getting annoyed that she couldn't go see her work being done. She tried a few more times to get passed the barrier, but still couldn't, and always came back to the her rock. She sat there, parking all over, teeth cletched as she waited. She wanted this to hurry up. She wanted the accussing seven to spread the curse to all of those people so that she could be satsfied. But, her work was being done, so why wasn't that making her feel any better? Why was she still so angry? She struck down a nearby tree with her lightening, then another, her anger turning into a huge storm over head that only seemed to grow worse and worse, winds blowing wildly around her.

[Toothless]

He must have been getting close with the way the wind was picking up or maybe things were just generally getting worse. He had seen some of the struggle in the streets. A woman that had toppled a child to the ground in her desperation to save herself had been cornered and changed while the fallen girl had gone ignored by the zombies. Crumpled in a frantic heap as countless feet threatened to stomp her into the dust. Everyone so blind on survival that she went unnoticed in the mad scramble. Now Doon had never felt the most compassion for the people of this town who shunned that which they couldn't understand but still... he would have never wished this sort of thing upon them.
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Shoving the spine of the book between his teeth he ducked his body in and shoved into the crowd, allowing himself to be buffered about until he managed to reach the child. He grabbed for her ignoring the way she frantically kicked and a boney knee robbed him of the air in his lungs. He would like to know where her mother was but had no time to figure it out. Carrying her to a nearly deserted section of the town on his way toward the source and setting her down a grouping of steps. He ruffled the hair on her head and then tucked the book back under his arm to proceed. One glance at the darkening sky informed him that time was running out. With the closer he got though the more dirt was thrown into his face by this wicked wind and small twigs and pebbles had found flight as they whipped viciously through the air. What kind of monster could be responsible for all this.

[AHeartlessNobody]

The skies darkened and more wind, lightening, and rain picked up in the skies as her anger built up even more. She had been asleep for over sixty years and all that pinned up anger and rustration now being released for quickly bringing the nearby town and forest to its doom. Still, it didn't make feel better, and that was the thing that frustrated her the most. This all was supposed to satisfy her! She was supposed to feel better now that everyone else was suffering just as she had. So why wasn't she feelng better?! Why did she still feel angery and betrayed and hurt?! It just wasn't fair! She yelled out in anger again, wind picking up in spirals around her. Surely no one would be able to get close to her. Not with such strong winds and threatening lightening around her small body. But even so, she heard quick footsteps.
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Knowing someone was close her made her even more furious. Who dared come to her? Didn't they know what she could do? Well, she would have to show the foolish human, wouldn't she. Wind and lightening picked up, rocky spikes shooting up from the ground the way she heard the steps coming from. Then she yelled at the top of her lungs, more and more hatred sparking through her, "GO AWAY!" She didn't want anyone here. She didn't want to see anyone. No one who came ehre could make it better. They couldn't take away her hurt. Make her feel any less lonely. And if they couldn't help her, then she would rather be alone.

[Toothless]

There was really no sheilding himself against this storm- at least not in a physical sense. He was of a determined nature even though it had failed him in the past he often sought to see things through to the end. Even if it meant he would get torn up by all these loose twigs, it was really the worse of his problems. There was something at the center of this storm- a being made of lurching energy. Was that a ghost? He squeezed his eyes shut for a breif moment before pushing forward despite the dangerous gusts and then suddenly he was picking up the pace, tumbling over his own footing as he closed in on that pulse.
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One spike had nearly ran him through but he twisted to the side and it had only tore along his arm instead, drawing a fresh line of blood to the surface. He was more mindful of his movements after that but even so by the time he got closer none of that matter because a strong burst of wind ripped the book from his hands and sent it flipping some ways away. He cletched his jaw in disbelief but didn't try and go back for it as the spirit shouted at him to 'go away'. It was just a little girl beneath all the anger, much like the one he had helped earlier.
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He strained a smile. "Why are you doing this?" It confused him that so one so young could be the awful witch. He shielding his face from the debris and kept his eyes upon her as he dared to move closer. There had to be some mistake- surely this form was just developed to disoriant anyone that dared get in the way like him.