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Open RP: Home Of The Dying Breed
By: Evil Kitty Date: April 15, 2013, 8:14 pm
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This place... This was a place of complete almost fantasy like
appearance and feel. Though, this place was not a good fantasy
in this least. It was nearly inhabitable and harsh in nature. It
was a wide open, hidden, part of this planet containing some of
the worst conditions. The ground constantly shaking and tearing
apart with occasional volcanic holes. Containing flat pools of
lava that would occasionally shoot up simultaneously onto the
small bits of grass and trees that inhabited this area. But,
there was one other form of life that plagued this area. This
entire landscape was their territory and they all simply
devoured themselves for food. This was the home of the three
headed beast from legends. The deadly Chimaera. But there were a
few who were not natural to this world that ruled these lands.
One of which was one of the original false Chimaeras. Razor
Bloodrose. One who ruled these lands.
Though Razor was gone now and left another these lands. One who
watched these lands and began to change these creatures. To be
stronger. To become smart. This was the youngest son of the true
ruler of these lands. This was Xamphere Dominae. He stood in the
middle of a large, boiling hot, clearing as the magma bubbled up
around him. Threatening to burst at any moment. But, even the
threat of lava burning this red hair man bored him. He seaked
for something more than to simply watch this land and build his
army. He wanted have power. He wanted the strength to take on
armies with his own hands. With that he let out a loud, almost
insane, laugh before ramming his fist into the frail layer of
rock covering the layer of magma below it. The land cracking
below his feet. "That's much better..."
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Re: Open RP: Home Of The Dying Breed
By: Evil Kitty Date: April 15, 2013, 11:10 pm
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All this boredom. This insatiable lust for more. Xamphere did
not even know what it is he wished for. Power. Women. Land.
Money. It seemed that this was everything he needed to feel
satisfied. This was his "father's" doing, but, it was
unavoidable. So, despite what he should have done he looked
over; all of his bretherin sitting around him at staring with
their horned, lion-like, faces. Some even evolved enough to
stand on two legs in an almost humanoid form. A smirk crossing
over Xamphere's lips as his eyes drifted up towards the sky;
slowly shutting as his fangs seeped a black venom. "I am sorry,
brothers; sisters. It seems my father has granted me another
task. I am to... Satisfy."
Once his eyes were fully closed his form shifted into a tall,
smooth skinned creature. Having wings of incredible length and
durability. His fingers and feet turning into talons as his
entire body hardened over the many layers of skin. Forming that
of a harsh defense. Able to resist many attacks and annoyances
during flight. Two large horns making their way out of his skull
that nearly touched tips on the back of his skull. In between
his rib cage and several other spots including his hands were
covered in an extremely acidic venom. Now that he was once more
in his true, flight, form his shot off into the air. Launching
at almost jet like speed towards any direction he could. Going
towards the free world.
His task quickly accomplished he flies over to a shore line full
of citizens and a massive forest. Though, he was easily mistaken
for a jet or plane. His body immediately shifts to what it once
was; only the skin cells forming a harsh metal to withstand his
fall. Gravity quickly pulling him down towards the earth only to
meet his fist; a shock wave sent off around him and cracking the
earth. His skin forming back to normal as he slowly stood up.
Quickly bursting out a yell. "Son of a bitch that hurts every
time!" He just huffed and rubbed at his knuckles; slowly walking
out of the forest and into the town. A smirk crossing over his
lips as his red eyes examined the area of people.
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Re: Open RP: Home Of The Dying Breed
By: LacyMarie Date: April 16, 2013, 12:03 am
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Stea had not meant to stumble upon a terrain so tormented by
lava or by its expressive displeasure for anything too ‘green’.
It had happened when her thoughts had been troubled and her
attention was led astray. Stepping through a portal, the woman
eases into the land. As her foot hits a rough patch between two
sad patches of poorly grown grass, her conscious mind alas is
awakened. Blinking, the woman surveyed the area and sighed
bitterly at what she found. The land that seemed endless around
her, encouraged her worry of being lost and put to rest any
certainty that she knew her way. As she nibbles on her bottom
lip, her teeth fitting perfectly into the grooves the habit had
worn into it, Stea counts back her steps in hopes to find the
wrong turn she had made; but to no prevail. Every inch of the
land whispered warnings of its dangerous potential and aroused a
sour fear that nipped at her heartbeat. The woman contemplates
on finding some sort of shelter for the evening since she was so
drained from her travels, but a thunderous sound settles the
question for her. Turning her back from the scene before her,
the woman extends a hand built with long, thin fingers which
were bare of any jewelry except for the right ring finger that
was decorated with a large family ring, and prepares to leave
when she hears a curse.
Tilting her head to the side, Stea glances back over her
shoulder and finds herself staring at a man. His back was turned
and the nature of his stance told her that he was headed for a
town she had been too busy to notice. The woman remains silent
and watches the man go, not bothering to stop him and ask him
where she had ended up. Turning away from him, the woman tucks a
stray wisp of raven black hair behind her ear and closes her
eyes. Her heartbeat stutters as she attempts to arouse the power
to build another portal but nothing happens. Once more, she
tries to summon it but it remains out of her reach and
unresponsive. A mumbled curse exits her lips as her eyes open
halfway in exhaustion. Twice today alone had she accidentally
entered to wrong realm, and the mistakes had obviously cost her
the ability to travel any more. The woman sways pathetically on
her feet as she turns and ventures into the town.
There was no relief from the forest inside the town. It was
still burdened with small holes in the ground that spoke of the
abuse from volcanoes. Stea found it hard to breathe in the
substances that floated in the air but who was she to complain?
After all, her lack of awareness had been the culprit for her
visit here. The long curls of her hair sway in the breeze as her
gaze lingers on the buildings that inhabited the town. How could
anyone live here, let alone survive?
Unable to find an Inn, the woman hesitates in a small alley
where there was no other breathing soul. Placing her back
against one of the towering buildings, she slides down onto her
ass and sighs heavily. Her blue eyed gaze stares forward as the
noise of the town’s bustling filled her ears. Before long, the
lids of her eyes fall down, causing the long rows of thick
eyelashes to cast shadows across her cheeks, and she falls into
a light sleep.
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Re: Open RP: Home Of The Dying Breed
By: Evil Kitty Date: April 16, 2013, 4:45 pm
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Xamphere continued to walk through the town in his own bored
sense of direction. Letting his body guide him towards what he
wanted. Only to walk into a small, beat up, store. He looked
around at the contents of the store and it was nearly empty. It
really was pitiful considering this land was plagued in thieves
and cannibals. He walked over to the front desk and looked at
the exhausted man. A slight smirk crossing over his lips as he
looked down towards a jar of lollipops. "How much?" The old man
looked at Xamphere as if he was an idiot. But, nonetheless he
spoke in a harsh, exhausted, tone. "Fifty cents."
With that Xamphere reached into his pocket and grabbed a
quarter. Looking at it with a frown. He spoke in a disappointed
tone. "Well, it seems I only have this, but, I think I can get
the difference." With that he smirks as the quarter began to
change into that of a solid gold coin. Putting it on the counter
and taking two lollipops. He immediately stuck the green apple
one is his mouth; licking at the flavor. He then took a random
turn into a quiet alleyway. Only to find a decently attractive
woman laying there unconcious in from of him. A smirk quickly
crossing over his lips as he pulled the lollipop from his mouth.
He spoke in a quiet tone. "Oh, a pretty girl passed out in an
alleyway. The fun I could have with this."
He only let out a slight chuckle before he leaned down in front
of the woman; placing his hand on her shoulder. Speaking in a
calm tone as he gently shook her. "Wakey, wakey, Beautiful." But
he quickly began to shake her much faster. "Wakey! Wakey! Time
for breakfast!" With that he grabbed the second lollipop from
his pocket and pulled it out. Speaking in an almost childlike
tone. "I got caaandy!"
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Re: Open RP: Home Of The Dying Breed
By: LacyMarie Date: April 16, 2013, 7:41 pm
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The approaching footsteps that padded against the gravel ground
woke the woman up. Hoping they would merely past by, she was
taken by surprise when he grabbed her shoulders and began to
shake her. Reflexes took over and her hands reached out and
placed themselves on his forearms. Her touch was far from gentle
since her initial intent was to break his hold but she hesitated
too long and he pulled back just before she could make up her
mind to whether or not to protect herself. His exclamation threw
her off that much more. Staring blankly up at his face, her
mouth slack slightly, displaying the perplexity she emotionally
felt. Composing herself, Stea snaps out of the confusion and
stands on her feet. Each one of her limbs felt as if they
weighed a ton but she certainly felt somewhat refreshed from the
small nap. Shaking her head, her hair tumbles freely down her
shoulders and she slowly breaks out of the fogginess of
exhaustion. A sigh slipped from the fullness of her parted lips
as her eyes take a moment to rake his body; capturing every sway
or indention of each feature. Despite having the qualities that
would surpass many handsome men, she found herself unimpressed.
It was hard to tell whether or not he was a mere human or
something more. Usually, her tastes in the opposite sex lingered
on the abnormal spectrum. Which was probably why she never had a
'normal’ relationship.
“Candy?” she asked lamely.
He woke her up for candy? An eyebrow shot up, hiding under a
overhanging strand of hair, and caused an exasperation of
wrinkles to distort the smoothness of her forehead. Despite
being somewhat pissed off, she found herself grinning. Blame it
on the lack of sleep, the bitterness of the day, whatever you
wish, but Stea found herself amused with his antics. The soft
blue of her eyes seemed to darken beneath the shade of her hair
as her eyes met his evenly.
“You have candy,” she reminded him, ignoring the childish note
of his tone. “What is that to me?”
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