@Girlie1Bomba This "Biter No Toucho" must be a very popular landing point; is it the first of three bases out on the high seas?
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@MokleyEcho's the way! In all honesty, I'd actually forgotten about the locations on the map, and was just running off of the general outline ~_>) - thus, I forgot to include better directions as to which way he was heading with his 'luggage'. He's just following the beach for the time being - not really thinking about where he actually wants to go (probably because I didn't think about that part >_< ).
I made sure to speak to @baraquiel beforehand through PMs (partially for ideas), but I don't know if the final product is entirely to their liking yet; I'll find out soon though! It's easy to get away with saying the moon hides behind cloud-cover, but you really need to know what the other character is capable of before trying to lend such a heavy hand in their fate.
I made sure to speak to @baraquiel beforehand through PMs (partially for ideas), but I don't know if the final product is entirely to their liking yet; I'll find out soon though! It's easy to get away with saying the moon hides behind cloud-cover, but you really need to know what the other character is capable of before trying to lend such a heavy hand in their fate.
Ifor's Motto: Never stick around a bad situation if you don't have to >_).
Foul death coveted the night sky - glimmering silhouettes roared demonically, and blitzed over its many ethereal wonders with unnerving speed; and out of nowhere a heavy net launched itself upon its prey, catching the mythic beast beneath by total surprise - though it would be swiftly avenged by the devastating prowess of an airborne kin. The misshapen corpse fell haplessly through the air, landing in a crumpled heap upon the glittering beach...yet its still drop echoed not only the dangers from above, but from beyond as well. Slate and hollow-faced as the first, a sudden group of lean hunters emerged from under the flaxen influence of the beacon's light, no doubt attracted to the scene by the smells and sounds of anguish.
The sky tore itself apart in a frenzy of scattered sprays and wispy trails of light, the shifting sands swallowed and regurgitated a hail of mechanical debris and fire from whatever the dead silhouette had rode atop, and the seas continued to beat mercilessly upon the rocks just shy of him. Ifor took all of this in with a solemn gaze, then upon instinct, clasped the gold-haired woman in front of him and t u g g e d. A shrill shriek decimated his ears and her squirming mass erupted in a fury of scrambling shoes and flailing joints. He could feel her jolt desperately back in the direction of her newly bound acquaintance, but slung her over his shoulders regardless, turned, and mustered all of the speed his shortened legs could carry him with. Yet just as he barreled off, the winds revived themselves in wild exhilaration once more! The air exploded about them, dashing the frantic pair up against the cliff, and causing Ifor to drop his catch onto the ground with a heavy thud.
Searing pain shot through the escapee's gashed arms, and grits of sand welled tears up in his eye, but he pushed on. The pounding of his heart doubled his efforts as the waking light of the moon herself seemed to revive him; his strength returned greater than before, and he slung the now limp Golde onto his back with renewed vigor. His feet beat madly at the sands, taking them ever-further from the battlefield, far away into the moonlit night. The scintillating seas drowned out the echoes of distant conflict, the frenetic thumping of his heart pounded away within his ears, and the passing winds scratched away at his parched throat...but in it, something struck with Ifor. The feeling of escape, of freedom from the chaotic din and -it seemed- the ground itself surged through his blood; fire coursed through his limbs and heart, but he paid little attention to them. The youthful bliss of speed mesmerized the heaving figure under the moonlit strip, and he pushed further, harder. Sand sprayed out from under his thunderous footsteps, the motion of escape bobbed his curled and grey hair up and down in time with his wispy goatee...and a smile crept up from between his flushed cheeks. The discord long behind them didn't matter now, and the fates of his newly met acquaintances hung far beyond his mortal reach. Let all else be lost, let nothing interfere with the sensation of this searing bliss; Let his energy be an offering for the blessings of the God of Speed.
"...Heheheh."
The sky tore itself apart in a frenzy of scattered sprays and wispy trails of light, the shifting sands swallowed and regurgitated a hail of mechanical debris and fire from whatever the dead silhouette had rode atop, and the seas continued to beat mercilessly upon the rocks just shy of him. Ifor took all of this in with a solemn gaze, then upon instinct, clasped the gold-haired woman in front of him and t u g g e d. A shrill shriek decimated his ears and her squirming mass erupted in a fury of scrambling shoes and flailing joints. He could feel her jolt desperately back in the direction of her newly bound acquaintance, but slung her over his shoulders regardless, turned, and mustered all of the speed his shortened legs could carry him with. Yet just as he barreled off, the winds revived themselves in wild exhilaration once more! The air exploded about them, dashing the frantic pair up against the cliff, and causing Ifor to drop his catch onto the ground with a heavy thud.
Searing pain shot through the escapee's gashed arms, and grits of sand welled tears up in his eye, but he pushed on. The pounding of his heart doubled his efforts as the waking light of the moon herself seemed to revive him; his strength returned greater than before, and he slung the now limp Golde onto his back with renewed vigor. His feet beat madly at the sands, taking them ever-further from the battlefield, far away into the moonlit night. The scintillating seas drowned out the echoes of distant conflict, the frenetic thumping of his heart pounded away within his ears, and the passing winds scratched away at his parched throat...but in it, something struck with Ifor. The feeling of escape, of freedom from the chaotic din and -it seemed- the ground itself surged through his blood; fire coursed through his limbs and heart, but he paid little attention to them. The youthful bliss of speed mesmerized the heaving figure under the moonlit strip, and he pushed further, harder. Sand sprayed out from under his thunderous footsteps, the motion of escape bobbed his curled and grey hair up and down in time with his wispy goatee...and a smile crept up from between his flushed cheeks. The discord long behind them didn't matter now, and the fates of his newly met acquaintances hung far beyond his mortal reach. Let all else be lost, let nothing interfere with the sensation of this searing bliss; Let his energy be an offering for the blessings of the God of Speed.
"...Heheheh."
...Well that escalated quickly. o_o)
@Mokley Yeah, I think the worst part usually comes down to dedication. After I've lost the first draft to build off of/revise, then I just suddenly feel really out of it.
Of course I still need to make my first-drafts good, but that's beside the point >_).
Of course I still need to make my first-drafts good, but that's beside the point >_).
Woah, so that was where the second one had gotten off to after the gust!
"The griffin seems to be agitated by the blue substance on your boot..."
...Hmm? Ah. Odd, it wasn't glowing like that before...but they also hadn't been in an area with this much light previously either, so...
Briefly admiring the scintillating blue under the obelisk's expansive rays, the hunchback proceeded to violently scuff it off the end of his boot, shaking the squelching fibers free of as much excess as possible; It wasn't exactly brand new, but he'd never been particularly picky about the state of his funeral attire anyway. Taking a cue from Golde, Ifor sought to maintain as neutral an expression as he possibly could before the crouched wonder...a task that required moderately more effort than he needed to breath. Pity, now his composure was broken.
An agonized moan erupted from behind the creature, and like clockwork the moon suddenly seemed to shift in response. What brazen shadows had previously remained peeled away in retreat from their master's gaze, and -perhaps quite unfairly- the entirety of the posse was suddenly made quite clear. The old lichen wasn't even on his board anymore - in fact, Ifor couldn't help but break the faintest of smiles at the tosser writhing about in the sand, delirious in the stupor of his withdrawals. Apparently the sudden impact of the...majestic Bull-Eagle, had been more than enough to rattle the unsuspecting vanguard, causing the 'stretcher-bearers' to slip and fumble their wounded passenger into the powdery sands below...
...That reminded him - that landing had sent up a mighty powerful spray into the air; It'd probably be best to shake off the rest of this powder in similar fashion to his sole.
"Thaht's uh big cahtch yuh goh' there, Mhissus - shure youh cuhn handle 'im?", Ifor replied, sending the sugary crystals flying in powerful spasms of his limbs and torso.
"The griffin seems to be agitated by the blue substance on your boot..."
...Hmm? Ah. Odd, it wasn't glowing like that before...but they also hadn't been in an area with this much light previously either, so...
Briefly admiring the scintillating blue under the obelisk's expansive rays, the hunchback proceeded to violently scuff it off the end of his boot, shaking the squelching fibers free of as much excess as possible; It wasn't exactly brand new, but he'd never been particularly picky about the state of his funeral attire anyway. Taking a cue from Golde, Ifor sought to maintain as neutral an expression as he possibly could before the crouched wonder...a task that required moderately more effort than he needed to breath. Pity, now his composure was broken.
An agonized moan erupted from behind the creature, and like clockwork the moon suddenly seemed to shift in response. What brazen shadows had previously remained peeled away in retreat from their master's gaze, and -perhaps quite unfairly- the entirety of the posse was suddenly made quite clear. The old lichen wasn't even on his board anymore - in fact, Ifor couldn't help but break the faintest of smiles at the tosser writhing about in the sand, delirious in the stupor of his withdrawals. Apparently the sudden impact of the...majestic Bull-Eagle, had been more than enough to rattle the unsuspecting vanguard, causing the 'stretcher-bearers' to slip and fumble their wounded passenger into the powdery sands below...
...That reminded him - that landing had sent up a mighty powerful spray into the air; It'd probably be best to shake off the rest of this powder in similar fashion to his sole.
"Thaht's uh big cahtch yuh goh' there, Mhissus - shure youh cuhn handle 'im?", Ifor replied, sending the sugary crystals flying in powerful spasms of his limbs and torso.
Also,
Mokley: "Slenderman BEAMS in your direction!"
Average Character: "Shiiit...you got me; Cards?"
Mokley: "Slenderman BEAMS in your direction!"
Average Character: "Shiiit...you got me; Cards?"
Getting to a new post - let's hear a "HUZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA - WHY, WHYYYYYYYYY?!?!" for those types of moments when you forget to save your original work and need to restart the entire halfhour-long process! Hip-hip!
Awesome stuff everyone - I should have a post up by tonight.
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