I PLAY TITANFALL though I haven't in a while. I'm good!LEVEL 28 GOOD LORD Seriously, I've never been a fan of FPS games but hot damn, that one is fun. But enough about my most recent game addiction, how is everyone else?guys Titanfall is taking over my life, I have levelled 25 times in two days don't send helpRoger, help is not on the way.
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Posting again because I'm halfway through Spades' post and all I can picture is this:IM SCREAMING
ITS OK
Myles sat, crouched against the dark soil. His knees were drawn up to his chin, and he rocked back and forth incessantly. It had been two hours. His nose was still bleeding, and he had landed on a rock during his fall. A long, dark gash was apparent on his brow to his cheek. If it was just part of his genie getup then maybe he would've found it cool. But it was real. And it hurt. His eye was even swollen shut.
The weird thing was, he wasn't cold.. or warm. He couldn't feel anything. It was unnerving. He definitely knew he wasn't anywhere on earth-- at least nothing he's heard about or seen. Especially, well, given there was a _FUCKING FLOATING, SPINNING, GIANT HOURGLASS IN THE SKY._
He shivered, just out of habit, and his blue eye, the working one, narrowed. He could hear something, just faintly...
_huuuushh little baby, don't say a woooord.._
Myles visibly stiffened, and his head turned slowly towards the noise. He could make out a group of animalistic figures, but that was it.
_mama's gonna buy you a mocking biiirdddd_
Myles hugged himself tighter, eyes nervously shifting away and back again to the figures. He leaned forward, attempting to see them in the light somehow cast by the giant hourglass.
_and if that mocking bird don't sinnggggg.._
The song shifted chords dangerously, and Myles decided it would be better if he dragged himself over a gnarled bush. He didn't want to get caught by whoever sung that song. Thankfully, they looked like they hadn't noticed him yet. He sighed with relief, seeing as they were only sheep. Their wool looked so soft, so inviting. Myles absentmindedly outstretched his hand to one that passed by. Surprisingly, it didn't bray in alarm, it only turned to look at him.
_mama's gonna kill the damn thing.._
It had a face.
It had a _human_ face.
Myles surpressed the scream bubbling up in his throat. His hands, scratched and bloodied, clasped over his mouth in horror. His chest heaved, and he felt his heart was going to beat out of his chest. The sheep-- no, it wasn't a sheep. Continued to look at him with a blank, staring expression. It was so eerie, Myles felt tears welling up in his eyes, and his body was wracked with a mangled sob.
**"Who's there?"** The singing had stopped abruptly, and the question was met with silence. The owner of the voice, a small girl, shrugged, and tapped her terrifying herd of human-faced-sheep along, and whistled the tune instead.
Myles took the chance, crawling from his hiding spot, still heavily breathing. The girl appeared normal, except for her dress which was a twisted version of lil bo peep or something. But that hadn't really bothered him, he noticed his own outfit had also had a dark appearance to it now. All patchwork and darkened colors.
"M-miss..." His voice struggled out, a rasp, and the girl let out a surprised "ah!" at his sudden appearance.
"Oh my golly gosh! What happened to you mister? You fall from a tree?" The girl was plain, straw-blonde hair, dull brown eyes. Her skin looked pallid, and Myles thought if maybe they had been in a different place she would appear pretty. She nonchalantly stroked one of her wards, a sheep that nuzzled her hand. It still with an indifferent, unblinking expression.
Myles pointedly didn't look at them. "Sort of. Do you know where I am? And where my friends are?"
The girl let out a shrieking laugh, causing Myles to flinch back. She wiped an invisible tear from her eye. "Ohh that was funny. Pretending you don't know where you are. I'unno about your friends though, fella." She patted the sheep then nudged it along with her staff.
"Please.. I.. really don't know. I don't think I'm from around here."
The girl's eyes widened. "Gee, you must've hit your head hard falling from a tree. You're in the Maire." Her face softened then, and she looked him up and down. "You know, you don't look so good. How about I bring you back to my place and I'll fix you right up. Okay?"
"O-okay.."
POSTS because yeah
I don't think it will.. much too busy irl for it.
Aieee... We should really plan out what should happen next or this roleplay is going to slowly fade away.
Myles: ITS BEEN SEVEN... DAYS... BREATHES
> (Also if you're going by dog years it changes every other year, so I wasn't sure since you didn't specify, also I changed my wolfs name.. and the edit continues to read it as the old one, this should suffice)
I didn't think it was common for people to put their canines ages in dog years, but I see your point.
Since you've corrected your post, accepted.
> Sif
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> Six/Male
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> His eyes are a primarily a dull white except for his pupils which are more of a dull gray because he is blind.
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> Personality: He's a rather accepting wolf. If change is coming, the only thing to be done is to accept it and not fight it even if that change is good or bad. He prefers his times of silence to be alone in his thoughts, unable to see the world that surrounds him in its true beauty he has to imagine it which he does in his spare time on his own and his other keen senses. He plays as the negotiator if he comes between animals squabbling over some petty matter, rather finding a means of compromise the resorting to threats or choosing a side. He can be blunt be enjoys having longer conversations then just going straight to the point. This of course can result in others getting impatient and leaving him to his own devices or him just talking on end with no apparent end.
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> SAMPLE POST:
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> Sif sat alone on the hill, with only his thoughts to keep him company. It was peaceful but he knew in truth everything was far from peaceful and soon there would only be chaos as the garden changed. It didn't take eyes to see change, even in his dark world he could sense it's heavy presence. A grim darkness looming on the horizon that would sweep into the garden and would uproot everything that had once been a vibrant, peaceful place.
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> He stood up and wandered down the hill, hoping for whatever little time was left he could at least live his last few peaceful moments with little disturbance and with a full stomach as his hunger grew telling him he would have to hunt soon. A blind wolf had difficult enough time finding food let alone stalking prey. Sif managed fine on his own however, though if there were others around he wouldn't mind their help in his hunts.
Accepted.
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