Frenetic Raptor

Seeking Refuge

Moments passed by without a single utterance from anywhere within these aging stone walls. Was there really another here with her now? Marlona wished to believe her very own senses, yet what if those same natural instincts she relied upon so heavily ultimately veered her off course once more. Unwilling to turn a blind eye away from those three doors of possible significance, she lingered for a sign. As to be expected, none of them dared open before her distant presence. Not until her interest shifted to the vacant pedestal in the center did she move along.

If neither the doors, nor the statues could be swayed by spoken voices alone, there remained one other possible option; a proper summon of sorts to a potentially sacred being. With three surrounding torches aflame in a triangular formation, there was little to decipher except for a greenish glow of the faintest kind, tracing its leafy shape along the surface of the pedestal – almost like a footprint from another, marking a past presence. Accompanying a tilt of her horns, a rather peculiar assumption arrived to mind. If this was simply a mark of the past, then there would have been no energy at all; the motioning light would have never existed.

Desiring to test an adventurous theory, Marlona placed the tip of her wooden staff to the ground with a delicate tap and held it in front of her with two hands grasped tightly around. A gradual closing of her eyes followed a respectful bow of her head. Offering up a silent prayer, she could do no more to beckon another of whom she knew nothing about. Whether this being was among benevolent angels or malevolent demons, her desire to successfully summon surpassed that of any such fears and doubts. And so maybe it was by a Faun’s foolish nature that drove these motivations of hers forward.

What began as a fading footprint grew much more pronounced. No longer was the illuminating light contained within stone, but that of the inner expanses of the chamber. Both Marlona and the fragile statues were basked in a brightening hue of green. Not even a natural firelight could resist its charm, each and every one turning to an eager green. For Marlona, an oddly comforting warmth surrounded her.

“My dearest little Faun, what brings you here to such forsaken places? Wouldn’t you rather seek out the gods and goddesses of the world who can provide the answers of which you seek?” Feminine words floated around the room.

“Why would I wish to summon another when it is not those I wish to seek? Is there a reason I should not be here?” Marlona opened her eyes and looked around, seeing the entire room filled with an empowering glow. There was still no physical being of origin that held this ethereal voice.

“How I wonder what makes you feel such ways. Even the Fauns serve that of higher gods than I. What may a lowly earth spirit such as I possibly do that can even hope to match that of a god? For I am just Nyishla… Nyishla, a Spirit of… Lost Direction.” Reminiscent words fluttered to a whisper.

“To be honest, I came here because of a vision. One that I wish to figure out. Not until I passed up this temple have I ever seen one quite like this. Somehow, I think there may be a connection and I seek nothing more than another interpretation, no matter who that may be from. Even from a capable spirit such as yourself.” Marlona let her eyes wander about as she continued to hold onto her staff.

“Is that so…” Deliberating words drifted off unfinished.

“Pardon me for asking, but is there something wrong?” Marlona eased her weight off of her staff, unsure of what had just happened. With the room still aglow, Nyishla’s scattered spirit surrounded her in silence. There must have been something in her words that stuck in some way. Left clueless, there lingered a strong desire to question again. Unfortunately, doing so may prove far more detrimental to her cause. Hanging alongside patience would have to do. Until she was completely shut off, the door would remain open for further communication.

Seeking Refuge

Phew, finally managed to sit down and get to my post. Worked for the majority of yesterday and had kids staying over for the remainder. Needless to say, nothing got done with that kind of schedule.

Seeking Refuge

Twas a good post to read.

Will see what Marlona decides to do inside the chamber as I have a couple of ideas in my mind that appeal. Won't be able to get something solid down until tomorrow night though since today is my birthday and I do wish to actually be lazy for the remainder of the night, even if it is for only a few hours. :P

Seeking Refuge

No problem, take as much time as you need.

Seeking Refuge

Ok, posted. I do hope it reads and fits well enough.

Seeking Refuge

Within a meditative dream there remained a faun confidently standing beside the familiar walls of the great hall while passionate eyes lingered ahead in fascination, remaining mesmerized by the natural beauty of such wonders unaltered. A thickened tapestry of green covered the grassy flatlands all while the sparkling streams of blue weaved themselves along without true direction. Even the drifting cirrus clouds above were nothing more than decorative pieces among the sun soaked landscape.

An everlasting sight this appeared to be if she dared not blink even once, for night always found its rightful position without delay when least expected. But what if these curious eyes of hers that viewed a sudden night sky never blinked at all? Would time really be so ignorant as to further its natural rhythm of order with full relent? Experiencing a lapse in awareness was all that was required to send the night and day cycle feverishly out of control. Desiring to regain control, her hand reached out, attempting to capture the shifting moment.

With darkness receding, a recognizable shoreline was next to greet, accompanied by the mystifying pillars that lined the edges of her sights. These resilient constructs continued to defy the test of time, whether emerging from the surface of the ocean or hovering in midair. Appearing without much rhyme or reason, the markings upon each pillar contained little clues as to their inner workings. Only the gradual appearance of another figure, standing deeper into the rippling waters was of any significance. Even so, advances to realize the identity proved undecipherable. Such was a silhouette, ambiguous by nature. Patience was of little assistance as day once again returned to night all while the image dissipated out of sight.

Marlona slowly opened her eyes and lifted her curious gaze to the early night sky above. If it weren’t for the oblivious treetops towering over her presence, obscuring her vision beyond, the view of a starry sky might have been just perfect. The approaching cloud coverage was always an added obstacle to contend with for such desired viewings as well. The moon’s beneficial illumination, on the other hand, always seemed to filter its way through even the thickest of foliage. Giving up on the trivial, she focused her efforts on picking her sluggish body off a large and rather uncomfortable, mossy boulder. This was always easier said than done, but that is what a foolish faun like her gets for choosing otherwise.

Standing unsteadily upon two hooves was the easy part. Deciding where to venture off to at this time of night was another matter altogether. So far, this flowing stream was the most serene spot she had found all day and Marlona didn’t necessarily desire to leave just yet. And if it weren’t for seeing that unrecognizable silhouette she might have chosen to head back to that abandoned, dilapidated milling cottage she had found earlier in the morning. With her wooden carved staff placed in hand, contemplation took root within her mind while darkened chestnut eyes adjusted to her surroundings. Recollection of a certain temple brought a sparkle of intrigue to her eye and a subtle smirk upon her face.

That was it, wasn’t it; the cause of this abnormality within her own subconscious. Sounded absurd, though there was no doubt that the spiritual energies those temples radiated must have contributed to this distorted revelation of hers. Unwilling to wait for daybreak, her eager steps carefully trekked along uneven terrain all the way back to the stairs of sacred grounds. Neither a keen eye nor a pointed ear could pick up anything out of the ordinary. Only the choir of insects accompanied an otherwise silent night. Nothing, outside of the wind appeared to be aware of her presence as it swirled around her shadowed figure.

Unaided by any source of additional lighting, her willingness to venture inside the chamber remained undaunted as column after column was passed until the grandest of doors met her face to face. Etched into solid wood there appeared to be a fading outline of a great tree of unfamiliar origin. Marlona glanced downward and grabbed onto one of the weathered door knockers. A hesitant hand backed away after just three considerate knocks. Even now, second guessing to continue forth lingered near. Was this really the best of ideas to follow through with? Standing still with eyes wide open to an expanding light, both doors opened of their own volition.

A studious peek to the left and right revealed little activity, outside of the firelight that skirted around cold walls, mindfully placed behind each one of the eight crumbling stone statues. Outside of the three doors on the opposite side of the lifeless chamber, only the vacant pedestal lighted in the middle, stood out to Marlona. Why was this one missing while the rest remained in a deteriorating state of array? Call her foolish once again, for her further advances inside, but regardless of current appearances, there was something here and she knew it. “Hello… is anybody here?” Reluctant words called out for a response from anyone or anything at all.

Seeking Refuge

Ok, so I have something typed up in word, but not entirely proofread for IC posting. As a note, I didn't wish to place Marlona in a tavern environment just yet and had her doing some searching elsewhere in the night. Maybe Killashandras may have spotted her, I am not sure, but I wanted to do something different to get in character. Been awhile since I've done an introduction post and the roughness does show.

What Are You Listening To?

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

Glad you liked the whole fairy prediction idea. Had some fun with that part.
It seems my uncertainty with any form of useful magic for her remains even after posting her CS. I did not think of wind cutting anything, but I definitely find the prospect appealing enough. Adding a little bit about her bow in the background has been noted.

Worlds Collide - A Futuristic Fantasy RP

Okay, be aware that there is a lack of description regarding the appearance pictures. I will touch up on those tomorrow night. I just needed to get something of quality posted tonight, for a preliminary review. Feel free to tear it to shreds when going over any issues. And yes, the harpy picture is the same as before. Was the only one I cared for to reference upon. For now, sleep does beckon me.

➣ Name: Felicia Harper
➣ Gender: Female
➣ Age: 22

➣ Shifter Form: Harpy

➣ Appearance:

Human

➣ Shifter Appearance:

Shifter

➣ Abilities:

An accurate shot with a bow. All thanks to a little bit of work with Alex. An experienced violin player. Serves primarily as a personal morale booster and a form of release.

➣ Powers:

Ever wonder when there is more than one truly believes. For Felicia, soaring freely through the skies is only just the beginning of her new talents. As her harpy form grows familiar to the currents of the wind, a synchronized relationship develops between her and the air itself. Not only is it possible for her to strengthen the wind current during flight, enhancing her speed, it is also possible for her to control the movement of air in various other ways.

Bursts of air can be formed to help divert an impending attack or push away a targeted adversary. The direction of these wind bursts can vary, including downdrafts. Potentially destructive whirlwinds can be formed, though intense concentration is required, pretty much negating any other physical action outside of fleeing. Vision is also heightened, due to being a bird of prey.

➣ Biography:

Before the feathers flew and the claws struck, there was simply Felicia Harper; an inspired young girl born in Releigh, North Carolina. October 31st the morning was; the same exact day as Halloween. For her mother and father, they thought little of the laughable coincidence, yet Felicia always remained fascinated by such a yearly occurrence, partaking in the tradition full heartedly, attempting to outdo her last performance. Such was her childhood; the years eased further ahead into the future, her mother and father both holding respectable careers to keep the household financially stable.

As time shifted along, her days of public schooling proved to be of little problem, and friends were always an easy find when actually sought after. Though being an only child, there were plenty of moments where she found solace being alone. Not until Felicia’s years in high school did she seek out more than what standard education was able to provide. Becoming distracted with the world beyond the classroom, her attention wandered astray more and more each day. With her mother a nurse and her father a meteorologist, the desire to assist and understand had already been bred within her genes.

Beyond her passable studies, Felicia found an irresistible attraction to this new Academy, the one fully capable of training these mythical beings they called shifters. With eyes alight in fascination, her motivations remained as high as ever. That was until a male student, by the name of Alex, happened to cross her path and seriously questioned those same personal desires. War was always brought to the forefront of these heated conversations, yet neither wished to budge from their own rigid stance. But through all of the intense discussion, Felicia wondered whether it was not her that he was attempting to convince otherwise, but to truly change his own perspective.

His words were filled with such distant pessimism, hers filled with hopeful optimism. Not until Felicia dared question Alex did she realize the meaning behind their first exchange. Behind those uncertain eyes of brown, there was a not a fear of death, but a fear of futility. No matter the means, the outcome would always result in total destruction or betrayal. Willing to look beyond such a dire possibility, no matter how much of a struggle, Felicia strongly believed that without fighting at all meant simply accepting defeat. That was something she would never do. Even if futility was guaranteed, why not give them hell along the way.

It was then and there that Felicia burst out laughing, Alex unable to contain a smile out of amusement. Maybe she had seen far too many movies and all of that nonsensical fluff finally went to her brain. Whatever the case might have been, after that day, Alex brought a brighter outlook by his side. Expressing his own gratitude for putting up with his stubbornness, a folded piece of paper was put in front of her, detailing an unusual prediction. How could Alex possibly know what he was going to be compatible with; a dragon no less? Hesitance held her back, unsure of whether faking the part of fate was a good idea.

Persistent as ever, she followed along with an open mind, writing her own enchanted prediction. The paper was soon read and kept safely in Alex’s possession. Felicia was urged to do the same and never lose it until they both were at the academy. No sooner before they revealed their true forms to one another would this promise be fulfilled in its entirety. It was planned for Felicia to be the first scheduled to join the Academy, Alex to follow shortly. The hardest was no doubt the wait, for she held her concerns that he would ultimately change his mind beforehand, choosing to stay away.

Retaining her faith in herself and Alex along the way, a passionate beginning to a new chapter was on the horizon. From within a highly advanced medical facility, away from the outside world, previously unfathomable transformations were ready to take shape. Undeterred from any such necessary testing, the possibilities were narrowed, until one such perfect match was found. For Felicia, the announcement was met with a few strange looks, having been caught off guard at the realization. No matter how hard she wanted to believe that little paper of hers, she was certainly no fairy. Were there some hidden tendencies she wasn’t aware of?

Willing to venture along for the ride, into the greater unknown, Felicia prepared herself for her very own transformative procedure. Following standard procedure proved of little concern as the electrodes were first attached. Her trust remained with the experienced staff as she went through the motions with little resistance. No sooner had eyes closed did they open once more, a new figure complete in its entire form. From the surprisingly white wings, to the powerful talons abound, there revealed a formidable symbol of raw power. For Felicia, maybe she could get accustomed to this harpy sort of thing.

Who knows but at the Academy, which was within her sights, along with the three years of important training she would soon complete. Not to mention the excitement that followed at the first sight of Alex’s presence within the borders of the Academy during both of their first year’s training. Reluctant as ever, Alex hesitated to reveal his own transformation, disappointed in losing out on that all powerful dragon of his. Both showed off their predictions on paper before exchanging transformations, Alex showing off his Elven form first. Felicia was quick to reassure, challenging him to second guess the powerful magic of the Fae.

Felicia’s shift into harpy form received only a lengthy look of surprise and a nod of respect for her own form. What else was there to mention, as long as she remained forever Felicia, then anything was a perfect fit. All that really mattered was the protection of earth and everyone who called this place their home. That is why she would give it her all to make most of this last year at the Academy. Her parents, who she had kept in contact with for the past three years had also expressed their continuing support, even when it got tough to remain away.

➣ Personality:

Can an individual be considered too daring? For Felicia, there is no such thing. Resilience is her key and passion is her motivational drive that keeps her striving towards the future. Where that may truly lead her in the end is anyone's guess. Life is certainly not without its many mysteries. Why not take a chance and follow along, discovery being the ultimate agenda. There is no doubt, her lofty ambitions may prove to be a bit more aggressive than another may be able to handle, though she forces no one into a decision unwillingly.

Her inquisitive mind desires nothing more than to question reality and find the possible within the impossible. Felicia is by no means a pessimist and wishes nothing less than the well being of those she may happen to come across. She has no problems making friends when the opportunity arises, and is highly attracted to intellectual interactions. Both loyalty and obedience are of great meaning. Treat her with respect and she will do the same. Mistreat her and she will always think twice.

➣ Other: