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14 days ago
Current I need to stop trying to get back into role-playing right before having a baby. I should know better by now. A lot better, but afraid to start new stories because I keep unintentionally ghosting.
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2 yrs ago
Finally recovered from postpartum depression and ready to get back to being creative! My apologies to anyone I ghosted in my time of trial. I didn't understand what I was doing.
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5 yrs ago
Yay! I’m finally a mother! And no, I’m not biased. I know my son is the cutest! 💙
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5 yrs ago
"To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable." ~ John Milton
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7 yrs ago
All good things come to those that wait, pray, have patience, laugh, love, and are not afraid to dance.
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Well, you seem to have stumbled across my user profile. I'm assuming you're here for a reason? Perhaps looking for details on this user StarfrostedFox? ... You can just call me Autumn! C:

I have been role-playing off and on for the last 20 or so years, which is surprising to realize, and I find it a relaxing and enjoyable hobby. After an accident that left me blind a little over 15 years ago, I couldn't role-play for quite some time, which was rather devastating. About the time that Apple invented Siri, I was able to get enough money to be able to purchase my very first iPhone. And BAM! The world of role-playing was once again open to me. It has been a long process getting used to dictating stories and I inevitably don't always catch every single mistake, But I have learned a great deal of patience and realize the value of taking things slow and working through my text when something doesn't sound completely right. It was only a couple of years ago that I came across this website and the stories I have had here have taught me a lot about myself. I love to create. Role-playing is one of the only outlets I have for the images in my head. So though I may have a tendency to go through cycles of depression and being antisocial, I always seem to come back in the end.

I love stories involving fantasy, supernatural, adventure, mystery, even romance. There probably isn't a genre out there that I wouldn't give a try before I will say that I don't like it.

My favorite style of role-playing is, hands down, one on one. It helps me feel more involved in the story, gives me a chance to be able to talk with the other person involved in a much more casual way, And more often than not results in a long lasting friend and some of my favorite adventures.

I have a tendency to write on a casual to low Advanced level throughout my stories, the minimum coming out to an average of a couple of paragraphs. I just have so much in my head that I want to get out, I have a hard time writing anything less. Another consequence however is that I can't seem to find a lot of patients with story partners that give me a really short and undetailed response every time. It's discouraging to take the time to write out several detailed paragraphs only to get a sentence in reply. If you're here thinking of asking me to do a story, please keep that in mind.

I do not tolerate swearing, extreme Gore, or sexual content in my stories. Period. Nor do I role-play same gender romantic relationships. That is just not going to happen.

If you made it to the end of this and I haven't scared you off, I think you deserve some virtual cookies. Heck, go get yourself some real cookies. Or donuts. Or pie if that is your preference. It was just me rambling away about myself after all. If you aren't scared off and you were indeed here looking to get a story started, feel free to shoot me a private message. I'm always looking to make new friends and have new adventures.

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The carved wooden bowl was comfortingly warm against the inside skin of her palms and fingers as Kaylia wrapped her hands around it, The smell of the soup curling up from the surface of the liquid in tantalizing curls of steam. She found herself taking several deep breaths of The fragrance, the combined use of her senses somehow giving her an inexplicable feeling of comfort. Scooping out a mouthful of broth and potato, The young woman then savored the flavor of the vegetables and rehydrated meat on her tongue, focusing once again on working the tension out of her shoulders that had crept up without her noticing. Cainmere's suddenly bounding off alone into the forest quickly shattered that attempt however.

Eyes widening with surprise, Kay cast A questioning glance to the man sitting across from her, noting The way that his hand gripped the hilt of his knife tightly long after he had spoken words of reassurance at the unexpected behavior. Needless to say, she didn't feel the least bit reassured. Feeling almost as if something inside of her stomach was thrashing about in an attempt to escape, The young woman slowly lowered her bowl to the ground in front of her folded legs, swallowing against the taste of acid at the back of her throat. She almost missed Garris's next words as she struggled against the unexplained feeling of panic, though she focused just in time to catch his offer of traveling together.

"I wouldn't say no to the company." She admitted with a sheepish smile. "All the stories I've heard about this sickness going around has me spooked." And for good reason it seemed. A shiver of apprehension ran the length of her spine as she then listen to the Ranger recount his experience with the deer earlier that day, putting truth to the rumors that she had hoped had been nothing but superstition.

"so the stories are really true then..." Kaylia whispered, unconsciously rubbing her hands up and down her arms. The idea that the farmers and travelers hadn't been making up tall tales was rather frightening. ... What do you think is causing this to happen?" She asked, turning her head to focus on Storm as the stallion lifted his head from his grazing, ears swiveling this way and that as he listen to the sounds of the forest.

Somewhere in the darkened woods, a creature moaned unexpectedly, the sound low and mournful, resonating for only a few seconds, but seemed to take an eternity to finish. The sound made the hairs all along Kaylia's arms and the back of her neck prickle uncomfortably, her head instinctively jerking around as she searched for the source. But nothing moved other than the flames and her horse, the stallion tossing his head nervously. "do you think that Cainmere is alright?"
Dust motes swirled through the shafts of sunlight that managed to filter in through the windows, stirred into a frenzy as a young elvin woman pushed open the heavy wooden door to the library , and stood still for a moment, pausing for just a few heartbeats as she allowed her eyes to adjust to the comparatively dimmer light of the building's interior. Elma Telthris, as she was known, stood at just shy of six feet by an inch,, making her not the tallest of her race, but she Felt as if she stood out in a crowd of humans like a beacon whenever she was among them. She had a long wirey build, but portrayed a gentle evidence of muscles even through the soft green fabric of her tunic and leather jerkin. Her skin was lightly sun kissed, telling of many days spent out in the light of day, with a few scars evident along her forearms, the backs of her hands, and one small vertical white line on the bottom left side of her chin. Her hair, long and straight, was a pale blonde streaked through with the faintest of pastel greens, and was currently, as was her usual preference, pulled back into a French braid starting at the midpoint of the back of her head and fell to just above her hips. Bangs framed her angular face, of which had high cheekbones common among Elves, but had a pointed chin and a long nose that were all her own. Beneath arching eyebrows, her eyes were slanted almond shapes that were a light forest green in color that gradually changed into a cornflower blue around their pupils. These were currently a light with curiosity as she finally moved into the room, closing the door softly behind her.

The smell of dust, parchment, leather, ink, and wood polish made for a pleasant mixture of smells in the air as Elma began to weave her way through the bookcases, though part of her preferred the woodsy smell of a forest over the smell of a library, she still had to concede that this sort of atmosphere had its own charms. Running her fingertips along a few of the spines of The leather bound pages as she walked by, the elf enjoyed the soft texture beneath the pads of her fingers immensely, even as her gaze flickered around continuously in search of other occupants of the building. In particular, she searched for a man called Matthias. Instinctively it seemed, her free hand reached up to touch the exterior of a message satchel bound to her waist as the name crossed her mind. Inside, nestled up against her own letter, lay a thick parchment envelope sealed with a wax crest of the royal family of Elethrian, the name of King Microm inscribed above the red wax. She had been surprised when the king over the human kingdom had not only sent her a message requesting her aid in a rather dire circumstance, but even more so when he continued on to request her assistance with recruiting someone else to the cause, including the letter to the unknown Matthias to help with the persuasion process.

Shadowy creatures had been steadily moving down from the north, twisted abominations that ravaged cities and villages unbiasedly, only a handful of survivors managing to escape to bring news of the attacks, babbling about twisted monsters and rotting corpses. It was unclear what the source of the creatures was, Who controlled them, who summoned them. But it was painfully clear that whoever was behind the attacks, they thirsted after destruction. Elma had been specifically sought out to investigate The source of the abominations, urged to seek out who was behind the chaos, And somehow, this Mathias would somehow be able to help her. Stomach twisting with apprehension and uncertainty at her ability to accomplish such a task, the young elvin woman came around yet another empty corridor of bookcases, frustrated somewhat by the lack of another living soul. Holding back a heavy sigh, Elma finally lifted her voice to call out in an accented soprano lilt, "Matthias? Hello?"
Hey, I have never played the game, but the plot sounds really intriguing and like it would be a lot of fun to work with! I would definitely be interested.
My apologies for taking so long to reply! For some reason, I thought I had posted. And then when I checked and realized I hadn't, I ended up with some writers block. But I finally got my reply up! I hope you like it.
The huffing of great lungs suddenly drifted in from the rain, filling the cave with soft echoes of the panting that steadily increased in volume, drawing the attention of the wolf and human that was considered a wolf. They turned their heads in unison, Kichiro lifting his from where he had been resting it against Ranna's shoulder, gazing intently into the darkness beyond the mouth of stone until they spotted a pair of shapes moving like ghosts amid the falling droplets.

A smile of relief touched the young man's lips as he recognized the outline of the white figures, just as his sister came to the same realization and she thudded her tail against the ground behind her, a low howl of welcome coming from between her parted jaws. A moment later, a similarly pitched howl followed in answer, joined almost immediately by a deeper bass howl. It seemed like only a moment later when the two wolves sprinted into the cave, One right after another, pausing only long enough to shake the excess water from there fur. Kichiro grumbled slightly as he rubbed droplets from his face with the back of his forearm, but rose happily enough to greet his father and sister with Ranna.

"what did you discover?" He asked excitedly as the pair sank to their haunches, pink tongues lolling as they panted. "are the humans coming?"

"Yes!" Ichira responded triumphantly, her yellow eyes bright with excitement.

"We caught sight of their fires Beyond the next ridge." Marron continued in his deep rumble, The anticipation of the upcoming fight evident in his voice. "we will be able to ambush them the day after next."
As the arrow thudded heavily into the trunk of the tree from which she was hanging, Aeylisia felt her heart stutter in alarm with the proximity in which she had just been from death. Becoming almost as still as a statue, she quickly ran her violet colored gaze from the man's face down to the second arrow he pulled smoothly to his bow and then back to his eyes, trying not to let her surprise show on her face as she finally registered the distinctive color variation in his irises. The emotion was pushed to the back of her mind however as the arrowhead was aimed at her chest, his expression hardening his eyes into a Ruby and Sapphire.

"Who are you? Rather, what are you? Lie to me, and it’ll be the last thing you do."

There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that he would kill her if she lied to him, though a very small part of her thoughts couldn't help but question the validity of his statement. How could he know if she was telling him the truth or not? But the weariness in her body, the minute trembling in her fingers drowned out that small voice is she bit down on the inside of her lower lip, considering the very limited options that she had left to her. The real question was: how much should she tell him?

"I am called Aeylisia..." she finally admitted with a heavy tone coloring her voice, hating being at the mercy of a human. But she rained in the temptation to snarl at him through her elvin lips The way she had done as a wolf, finding that she had to keep reminding herself that performing any spells strong enough to kill him, to free herself, would probably end up taking away the last of her strength and kill her instead. That didn't stop the next words from feeling like acid against her tongue. "I am one of the race your kind call elves.”
I am so sorry it took me so long to get back to this! Life has been unexpectedly busy and throwing a lot of curveballs. Hopefully, things will start to slow down now... I am not going to abandon this no matter how busy it gets though! But I did want to say that I'm sorry for how long it has taken.

I would love to see a character sheet of your pony! I will put my own up at one point.
For a moment, Twilight Sparkle looked honestly worried about the idea of sending her friends without her, Gazing up at rainbow as she tried to think of how best to respond to the Pegasus's questions. Nearby, Fluttershy saw her friend's discomfort and moved close to the princess's side, giving her a calming hug. It seemed to do The trick, the alicorn giving her friend a gentle smile for her gesture of kindness.

"I would like nothing more than to come with you all, but I am needed elsewhere." Twilight explained, frowning. "Princess Cadence, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna and I are needed elsewhere. Ponies are suffering all over Equestria, It's our duty to go and help them."

Pinkie looked as if she might start whining at any moment, so Applejack stepped in quickly before the volume could go up. "there's no need to worry about Twi. I'll be right there by her side, watchin' her back."
Undaunted, this only prompted the pink pony to shriek shrilly, "WHAT?!"

"Pinkie!" Fluttershy gasped, casting her enthusiastic friend a concerned and slightly chastising glance. "Twilight is A princess. She needs to go and help those who ask for help."

Again, Twilight felt another surge of affection towards the shy Pegasus pony, A small sigh escaping her at the idea of being separated from four of her best friends for an extended amount of time. But, Fluttershy had spoken the truth. She was a princess of Equestria and the ponies needed her help now more than ever. "My asking you to go is not a sign that I wish to be separated from you, but rather, it is my acknowledgment of the confidence I have for your success. I wouldn't trust a job as important as this to any other pony." She smiled around at each of them in turn, trying to project her confidence into each of them, before Rarity made a comment that caused her to look a little confused.

"Zecora has a sister?" Fluttershy gasped with surprise, asking the question that everypony else seem to be wanting to ask. At least, almost everypony.

Pinkie seemed thoroughly unfazed by the information. She brightened, giving her head an excited bob. "Of course she has a sister! I threw her a welcome to Ponyville party as soon as she arrived!"

Blinking away the stunned expression on her face that she was sure that the others shared with her, Twilight couldn't help but give her head a small shake, smiling somewhat. Count on Pinkie to have knowledge about anypony coming to town, whether they wanted her to know or not. "I don't think it would hurt to talk with her. She may have some information to help you."
Fresh powdery snow was beginning to drift in fat flakes from the underside of thick iron grey clouds hanging low in the sky, Coding the already snowy landscape with an unblemished layer of white. Between the snow, the frosty temperatures, and the way that each breath fogged in the air in front of mouths and noses, mother nature was giving the impression that winter was still lingering, though spring greens and warmer temperatures were beginning to blossom in abundance on the valley floor. Yet higher on the mountain's shoulders and head, winter still clung unforgivingly to the landscape.

As the moon hung heavy and full close to the western horizon, just managing to peek out under the lip of the cloud cover, two wolves threaded their way across the fresh powder in a winding line that threaded through the trees of the mountain forest, their lithe figures expertly maneuvering around snow laden bushes and frosty trunks, ears perked as they both seemed to be listening to a group of younger wolves farther ahead of them. Puffs of white fog erupted from their open muzzles as They kept up a steady ground eating lope, pink tongues lolling out as they panted With the exertion. The Larger leading wolf Was a shaggy thick coated male, his fur as blindingly white as the surrounding snow, but changed abruptly to black along each of his legs from shoulder and hip down to his toes and the majority of his face, save for the fringes of his cheeks and the top of his forehead, the color fading slightly closer to the edges, becoming a dark grey. A pale grey stripe also ran from the base of his skull to the middle of his tail, this raised high in the air behind him.

His companion Was a smaller and lithly Built creature, with ample Amounts of fluffy white fur That made her appear bigger then she actually was. But splashed unevenly across her back in a saddle pattern, tipping her bushy tail, And splashed onto each of her paws and ears As well as a streak above her pink nose was a russet brown. Then, As if this hadn't been enough, it appeared as if someone had taken paint the exact same shades Of her coat And randomly splattered the opposite color with speckles, creating a multitude of red speckles in her white areas and a handful of white within the red. If the way her tail kept waving In the air behind her was any indication, her personality was as sweet as the powdered sugar her fur resembled. At least, she was as much as she could, despite being a werewolf. Vivid gold eyes Sparkling with bright excitement, She somehow managed to bounce Forward and playfully nip at the end of The tail in front of her, erupting Into giggles as it brought her companion to an abrupt halt, his icy blue gaze falling on her And staring disapprovingly.

"Cassidy," he projected his thoughts sharply into her mind, releasing a loud huff, "This is no time to be playing games. You're old enough to know that, especially-" His ears turned back against his head as this resulted in further giggles that interrupted him, definitely not the result he had been hoping for. A small crease formed along his forehead, Making him look more worried than anything, especially not the anger that he felt bubbling up.

Briefly baring her white teeth in a wolfish Version of a grin, Cassidy seemed thoroughly unfazed as she bounced forward once again and swiped her tongue across the puckering in his forehead, probably because she knew she could out run the larger male if she needed to, The idea making her tail wiggle happily. "Aw, my dear brother Hutch," she chirped as she plopped her rump in the snow And began to create her own version of a snow angel with her bushy Appendage., "You're just grumpy because we have to plow through fresh snow." Her fur puffed up a little as she saw him open his mouth to refute her statement and she quickly added, "and the fact that no fresh game has shown up for the youngsters to prove themselves with." At this, she tilted her head in the direction of the three younger wolves, freshly turned and looking to prove themselves on a first hunt.

Hutch shut his muzzle With a soft click of his teeth, ears lifting Slowly as he regarded his Younger sister. She may not have been his full sibling, his father having found a new mate after his own mother had died, but she somehow had a softening effect On him that couldn't deny his fondness for her. And that was only part of the reason why he had asked her to accompany him. Her near perpetual sphere of happiness was just a bonus he was going to have to live with. Despite this, it didn't stop the small snort that escaped him in a cloud Of white. "I'm just... worried... What if I completely mess up this whole hunting assessment? I don't understand why my father asked the Alpha to give me this sort of assignment. I don't really... Connect with anyone else. ."

Cassidy's eyes lit up as if she had just accomplished something very difficult. Her brother didn't normally come out of his shell and admit so readily that he was worried, not even to her. "Exactly! You're so down and stressed that I can't help it. You should be happy that Father has spoken so highly of you to Thatcher. The Alpha is showing trust in the opinion of his second and in turn is trusting you with something very important. He would never trust me with something as major as testing young werewolves... Maybe he is trying to give you confidence to try and move up in the ranks." Cassidy piped cheerfully, Jumping up to her paws and shaking out her coat vigorously, dislodging any snow that had had the thought to hitchhike. "Why deny a bit of sunshine?" She asked brightly, once again turning towards the distant recruits and starting off at a trot, her tail held high.

After a moment, Hutch bounded After her retreating figure, gently biting at her neck as he passed by, prompting them into both running again. "It's night time Cass." He said with one of his rare chuckles.

"Exactly why it is called for!" The she wolf said in a matter of fact tone. "There's nothing quite like the happiness you get from making your brother forget his worries momentarily." Her head tilted back slightly, her mental laughter strong enough that a barking version of the noise escaped her maw, bubbling up towards the night sky.

"well if you want that happiness to continue, you better shut your mouth before you scare off all the prey on the entire mountain." Hutch growled over his shoulder, receiving a cheeky and completely silent grin in return that made him shake his head ruefully, but smile softly when he was sure his sister couldn't see him doing so.

But soon, sooner than he would have liked, Hutch found himself sinking back into his surly mood from earlier, his thoughts drifting back into all of his concerns. For if Cassidy was right and their father was trying to push him into challenging for a higher rank, a fight between them would break out inevitably. He wasn't concerned with rising in the pack hierarchy, content with living his life in the middle, showing his dominance just enough to not attract an endless amount of fights, but not giving into the pressure of becoming submissive and sinking to the bottom of the pack where he would be guaranteed to end up The target of someone else's frustration. Growl rumbling silently in his throat, the white and black werewolf pushed himself up onto the crest of a low hill, coming to a slow stop as the land fell away before him in a sheer cliff that looked out over an indentation within the side of the mountain where his people called home.

The village, Snowden, wasn't very large in comparison to the nearby Colorado city, but Hutch could have named every single soul that lived within its secretive boundaries. He had touched most of their minds with his own thoughts as they ran together as wolves. He could have counted the completely human inhabitants on one hand, something that would have been impossible within the city boundaries. The Alpha of the Snowden pack of werewolves hadn't wanted to put his family through The added stress of trying to keep their condition a secret from the humans by putting them in a city as other packs had chosen to do... He didn't want to restrict the changing of their shapes as they desired... He didn't want them to feel like monsters.

Releasing a slow controlled sigh, Hutch flickered his thoughts towards the new wolves, tasting some of the disappointment and anticipation from the emotions that they had yet to learn to keep from leaking over their thoughts with every connection. With that touch, the reminder of his task washed over him again, his body turning away from the village and plunging him back into the forest.

Hours had seemed to drag by as the wolves had steadily threaded their way down the mountain side, searching for prey that had fled from the storm. It wasn't until they were nearly to the ground level when they discovered a herd of deer grazing on tender shoots of grass, The younger wolves excitedly working together haphazardly to separate a large buck from the others, Hutch doing his best to guide their actions with comments and images, gaining additional insights after prompting Cassidy to do so. Finally, as the sky was beginning to lighten to a pale grey tinged with pink, Hutch at last allowed himself to feel a surge of pride as he watched the trio of newcomers overcome the struggling deer, The animal sinking to the ground amidst a mass of grey and brown fur.

Suddenly uncomfortable with the swell of emotions, the Black and white werewolf turned his head to look down at his sister, shuffling his paws. "can I trust you to watch them until I return?" He asked her, watching an expression of surprise cross her face before she nodded once.

"where are you going?" Cassidy queried curiously, tilting her head to one side.

He had to think quickly for a moment before he found his excuse, already turning towards the forest. "I am going to check the border while we're here, give the young ones a chance to enjoy their first kill without me watching over their shoulders.

The look of confusion that had been coloring her expression faded away at his words, her ready acceptance of his excuse refreshing. She blinked her golden eyes at him once before she sank to her haunches in the snow free grass, turning her attention back to the feast. One last thought was sent his way as Hutch vanished into the trees. "be safe.."

The quick snick-snicking of his nails over the surface of yet another mostly buried Boulder was the only company that followed the white wolf as he wove his way around and through the sea of ever thinning trees, his thoughts focused on unknotting the tension lacing The muscles in his back and neck. Despite the enticing shadows of the trees that were just starting to acquire their true colors, he seemed to prefer avoiding them and allowing the sunlight to dance over his glossy thick fur. For a moment, his vibrant blue eyes flickered towards the sound of fluttering wings and his body paused with one paw lifted in the act of taking a step. Head turning slowly as he watched the startled bird flee into the sky. Hutch then let out a soft snort before continuing his wandering.All at once, without any warning, the undergrowth and trees suddenly fell away into a large field of early spring wildflowers that were finally starting to bloom after the long months of winter. Blinking a few times, he stumbled to a halt and looked around slowly, giving his tail a few flicks before he approached cautiously, tilting his large ears forward. Once he was a foot or so away from the first of the flowers, he stopped again and tilted his head to the side, considering the delicate white and purple petals. Then he snorted, trailing forward into the sweet smelling mass and sank to his belly with a sigh, resting his chin on one of his heavy front paws before he closed his eyes, taking the time he needed to work the bubbling anger out of his system before he returned home.
Movement out of the corner of her eye caused Aeylisia's entire body to go rigid with alarm, snarls almost instantly muted into a low growl. Turning towards the figure that stepped into the clearing as far as she could, she felt her lips pull back from her fangs as the outline of a human materialized from the shadows. At first, she didn't immediately recognize the shape he lifted in his hands, so overcome with the desire to kill the stranger was she, but the glittering of moonlight off of metal distracted her from the violent urge enough to mentally take a step back from the situation and consider her position. Only then did she see the arrow pointed directly at her chest. Shock washed through her body, her thoughts suddenly racing, trying to untangle themselves from one another long enough to coherently try to comprehend the consequences of what she planned on doing next. But she didn't have time. The bow creaked as the arrow was drawn tight and before the human could let it fly she gathered her magic to her once again, pushing away The shape of her canine body, shifting into her elvin limbs and twisting her body up so that she could grasp the net within her hands.

"stop! Do not shoot me," she cried, her voice lilting and strangely accented as she used common. Her insides writhed with the necessity to beg for her life from a creature who's brothers had desired to destroy her forest, to reignite the flames of an old war. But she saw beyond her anger that she was at the mercy of this man, her body exhausted with the quick succession of spells she had been using that day, the miles she had run... She doubted whether she would be able to do anything substantial from within the confines of rope with so little energy. And who would be able to break her from the net if she had? No, she would proceed diplomatically until she was released... If she was released.
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