Acromantula

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Hello, I thought I'd give you an update. My ankle bone has split in half. Not looking good.

@DragonKingUk

Like...

I didn't need to see that. Maybe put it in a flarkin' hider?

But yeah, I'm out too. Sorry.

Wings Askew

So familiars will be taking shape within the next posts?

Avatar: Fight For Hope

Is anyone else going to post?

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@Mokley Lee's good where she is~

Wings Askew

There was too much. Too much of everything. Lee's senses hopped into overdrive more than eagerly. The hum of wildlife in the background was deafening, accompanied by the thunderous pounding of her heart. A nearby thud had resounded so violently to her that the woman flinched and tried to put her hands over her ears. Something or someone stepped on what might've been dry leaves or a twig and the snap hit Lee as loud as if she were in her father's shop, listening to his mighty tools work against hot metal. Suddenly someone was speaking. To Lee, it was like they were speaking in tongues, warbled language pouring out too loudly for her liking with strange syllables that only slightly made sense or sounded familiar. And then she heard 'please calm down', her world flashing back to three years ago.

Please calm down. Get her out of that thing,now! Lee, look at me! Lee! Dammit... Get me another pair of hands here, idiot! Hold her, yeah, like that. Careful.

Suddenly there was a pain in her wrist, a phantom hand grabbing and holding on tightly. "No, stop. Don-Don't touch me!" Lee's words sounded like they came from far away and from someone else, the attempt to come off as threatening warping into a plea as she tried to move away in vain. It seemed like all her strength had vanished. Sharp pain bloomed on the right side of her head and it was mirrored in her lower back, sweat causing black strands of hair to stick to her temples and forehead as her body refused to stop shaking. Lee turned her head away and tried to focus on a patch of something pink far away but it was too bright, nearly neon and she let out a tiny exhale, looking back to the ground. She made an attempt to use her legs, to twist her ankle, something, anything, but it didn't happen. A small wave of hysterical, bitter tears dripped down her cheeks as she refused to even look behind her at anything below her waist. Her brain spurred on another torrent of panic right before she heard a familiar voice. A voice she'd heard three years ago. It was low, it was sweet and it was right by her ear, phantom hands stroking over her hair and her hands even as she pulled one back to her chest in fear. A body that wasn't there holding her somehow.

Hey there, Silvertongue. Whatcha cryin' for, kitty-cat? Don't you be scared now, yeah? Listen to me. Just listen to me, no one else. Nothing else.

The Last Alliance- Always Accepting!

Turning his head, Al found new people staring at them. Elves, huh. How perfectly uninteresting yet again, but introductions apparently seemed to be of great import. Al didn't know the abilities of any of these people -people being a word he used loosely internally at the moment- nor their personalities. So for now he'd respectively keep to himself for the most part. A name however, he didn't mind disclosing. "Alcatraz. Shapeshifter," he said, eyes sliding from one elf to the other. "Why ignore him if he might have a point? I don't mind a good ol' fashioned beat-down," he chuckled, turning away from the people and snickering to himself, fingers dancing over his forearms. "But like I proposed," Al said, looking to the red-headed woman. "I'll scout out the place so we don't run into a trap of some kind. It'd a uh..heh, be a right shame if one of our own were to get decapitated," Al smirked as he repeated the suggestion, the familiar painful tingle of a shift already crawling up his spine. Not being in control was frustrating, but Al would be fine as long as they got to the action soon. The itch would subside.

The Last Alliance- Always Accepting!

I'm confused. Is foxygen playing Fletcher or is Cas playing him? Is Charles going to be a character in this?

EDIT: Nevermind. I think.

The Last Alliance- Always Accepting!

"Sounds perfectly boring. But anyway, I think I should go ahead and scout out the place for traps. I highly doubt a coven of leeches or whatever isn't cautious enough to put in some basic security," Al said, lifting a brow and rolling his shoulders. This sounded like a supernatural police force and therefore so far, no fun at all. Al joined wanting action and a full carte blanche when it came to using his abilities. Surely if the vamps were that much of an issue someone else would've handled them. Then again maybe they were some super hybrid vamps with stupid powers like super speed or telekinesis. Al wasnt overly concerned with the humans, nor was he concerned with the leeches. He just wanted to beat someone up.

The Last Alliance- Always Accepting!

A sleek black cat crept along the street, eyes green as they stared up at a poster. Why not? Al had nothing better to do.

The air blew harshly against the fur he currently wore, his familiar shape so very comfortable. Cats were common-place around here. Especially strays. Al prefered a life of running around and looking for something new than a life being pampered. He'd done it once, shifted into a beautiful tiger and was bought by royalty. Treated like gold, he'd been, but grew tired of it and slipped away in the middle of the night, coming back here.

And here he was now, listening to a young woman say something about other planes, helping humans. There was another man there, who seemed to want an actual explanation but honestly, Al didn't care about that sort of thing. He'd deal with it when he got to it. So he shifted into his human form, squaring his shoulders and pushing back the deep grey of his sleeves to his elbows. "I'm in. What's first on the To Do list, then?" If the red-headed woman wanted a demonstration of his abilities, they'd need a warehouse or something akin to that but he assumed she didn't need much of anything but his word for now.

@shagranoz

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The air rushed past so quickly, stealing nearly every breath Lee tried to take. She didn't register the shout of her name, but rather, only the surface as it approached. It happened so quickly Lee wasn't able to react in anything but panic and anxiety. Her muscles were still tense and when the man tried to shield her, she had desperately tried to scramble away from him, her mind for some reason telling her that obstructing her view, covering them, would be a bad idea. Logically that made no sense, of course, eyes being the first organ that a person falling into a damn tree would want covered. There was a breath of something like relief when they slowed thanks to a tree, but it was short-lived, Lee's world plunged right back into mindless animalistic panic as they started falling. Another scream tore itself from her throat as she was let go. A branch hit her in the side hard, diverting her to the left. The woman felt something bite into her calf and slice along it before she hit the ground. For what seemed like an eternity, she was there on the ground, back arched and mouth partly open with her eyes wide. And then it started. The shaking. Lee smelled marigold and ginseng as her brain was filled with images. A replay of her own scream echoing loudly in her ears, shouting of invisible people and an incredible pain in her legs. Good god, the pain. Lee turned sloppily over onto her side, everything below her waist feeling numb. The woman's heart pounded in her ears with her entire body was trembling violently as she in vain, tried understand what was happening. Droplets of sweat slid down from her jaw to her collarbone as her fingers twisted the grass, the woman's breathing shallow. "I can't...I can't..." She couldn't get the words out, utterly horrified at what seemed to be going on. "I can't feel my legs!" She screamed, this time her voice cracking and hoarse. Lee felt tears form in her eyes as she tried to drag herself into an upright sitting position. Unfortunately, her arms shook too violently and gave out, her cheekbone connecting harshly with the ground. That didn't seem to bother her though as she propped herself up by her elbows, making a breathless attempt to just get away from the glider.