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Post by Lndy on Oct 30, 2010 19:56:42 GMT -5
[This RP is open to anyone who wants to join and with any character!] [This character of mine hasn't been released yet, but he will be on Halloween!]
Soft footfalls echo between closely spaced buildings lining the cobbled streets of Neovia. The footfalls sounds like an odd, loping gait - as though the traveler pauses to glance behind his shoulder between each full stride.
Though he seems, at best, paranoid, the large hare is completely calm. Three more oddly spaced steps and a pause. He stops beside a streetlamp; his long ear twitches but he makes no other move. Even his breathing seems to cease, and to the surprise of anyone peeking between their shades, his body begins to fade. His strangely vibrant teal fur fades to nothing more than a shadow of what he was before. It might be the light playing tricks on your eyes, but his fur appears to have small skull markings along his slender body.
Follow Phorrow...
The words are merely a whisper and are carried on the air through the street - though none of the tree boughs move.
Follow him...
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Post by Flutter (Frosty) on Oct 30, 2010 21:44:11 GMT -5
Oh, I love it I'll be posting with an unreleased, non-equine (HOLY CRAP) character of my own For her, at least, the stench is unbearable right now. She isn't sure if it is one of her extra limbs picking up on the unpleasantness, or simply her. Smelling, that is. Badly. She shakes her head, much to the dismay of the reptillior bound to the top of her skull. Her bio-luminescent green eyes close, while her uppermost, always angry-looking blue ones remain on alert. I said I was sorry, she says carefully, though the serpent doesn't seem pleased. The calmest of the two attached at the Mutant's rump is currently sleeping, hanging limply and looking nothing like a snake at all. Ssssomething isss here, another whisper in the night. In the cityyy. The third opens its mouth, lighting the way for the horribly night-blind creature.
Sometimes, having those extra limbs simply came in handy, even if they did, on occasion, talk back. Thank you, Three, spoken again in a whisper. Whatever Three has sensed, west does not want to anger it- or worse, see it. She turns around, headed for the city- what awaits her there? she wonders as the two serpents that are awake guide her through the woods that are her home. The snakes begin communicating with one another in a language that west does not know- she ignores it- until she sees the lighted lanterns. She's tempted to stop, turn around, and go back to her nesting ground- but her sense of excitement for adventure tells her to keep moving.
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Post by Eruanna's Menagerie on Oct 31, 2010 14:19:39 GMT -5
ooc | Haha my character hasn't been shown here yet either, but I'll be gettin' her bio up soon. =) Not sure what her color is, bear with me. xD Present tense, eh? Interesting.
ic | Damn weather.
The Aisha glares up at the sky, pulling a blanket closer about her shoulders and muttering, leaning against the front wall of the Crumpetmonger. It's far too cold and gloomy in Neovia. Vhairity had already decided that she was not suited for this part of Neopia, and she wanted nothing more than to take her leave right now, if she could.
Should maybe find a place for the night,[/i] the blue Aisha thinks to herself dully. If she can work up the willpower, maybe. Evening is coming on fast, and it already feels as chilly as Terror Mountain. As the feeling of self-pity increases, Vhairity's eyes suddenly twitch across the Neovian street. She feels her heart skip a beat. What is that...? Her eyes playing tricks on her? Neovia's too close to the Haunted Woods for comfort...
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Post by Lndy on Nov 4, 2010 22:09:45 GMT -5
[Thanks for joining my RP, lovely friends! ♥] Another twitch from the long, striped ear. Eyes without irises turn quickly in their sockets towards the suspicious hissing. Despite his ability to withstand even the most brutal of deaths, the Cybunny instincts that he was born with tell him that his heart should be racing faster. If he had one, that is.
Something else moves in the shadows.
This time, Phorrow turns round completely, his body fading even more so all that remains are the shimmering images of human skills where his back used to be.
Now is not the time to be shy, Phorrow.
The voice that only he can hear. If he were able to cry, this voice would surely bring tears racing down his teal cheeks and over the black spots beneath his eyes. It is truly horrible. The voice sounds to him like bones being dragged across cement or the horrible rattle of an evil man dying.
Phorrow shows himself. The skulls fade. Anything to get that voice to stop...
"Hello?"
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Post by Eruanna's Menagerie on Nov 13, 2010 19:15:42 GMT -5
By now, Vhairity is on her feet, gazing across the street raptly. What the hell? It was probably wise to turn around and flee from whatever exactly was going on; whatever it was, it was suspicious and probably dangerous. But the Aisha found herself glued to the spot, staring at the odd one-Cybunny play unfolding.
Um... are you talking to me? Vhairity calls out warily. Otherwise, to her eyes, the Cybunny fading in and out appeared to be talking to no one. Which in itself should scare her.
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