Logar
Soldier of Fortune
Spine-breaker
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Post by Logar on Feb 4, 2009 16:49:39 GMT -5
((I WANTZ TO PLAY TOO)) After coming to a clearing, Ephraim stops the horse and turns to the cloaked woman atop its back " shall we stop and make camp here milady?"She nods and with that he helps her down, sits her down next to tree and hands her his a dagger "You know how to use this correct?" she nods again, he lowers his pack and takes out a small hachet "i must gather fire wood i shall be back shortly" and with that he takes off into the woods.
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Cyodie Centrawoven
Board Imp
Master of Catgirls
Your friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you
Posts: 525
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Post by Cyodie Centrawoven on Feb 6, 2009 17:56:40 GMT -5
*iz asleepz*
slow, calm breathing could be heard, faintly over the cock-headed silence to follow Kyes Nap Attack...
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Tyr
Tyr
I Hunger For Blood
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Post by Tyr on Feb 6, 2009 18:07:20 GMT -5
The wolf heard the voice ring in his head, he became very very tired however he shook off the tiredness momentarily, somthing seems to be out of wack here.
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Cyodie Centrawoven
Board Imp
Master of Catgirls
Your friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you
Posts: 525
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Post by Cyodie Centrawoven on Feb 8, 2009 14:02:41 GMT -5
(indeed, LOL) (like no one wanting to RP.LOL!
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Post by Kurai Neruda D'elacroix on Feb 8, 2009 17:03:49 GMT -5
A wind did blow in woods unseen, with chirps the crickets called grass green
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Cyodie Centrawoven
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Master of Catgirls
Your friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you
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Post by Cyodie Centrawoven on Feb 9, 2009 3:30:34 GMT -5
A wind did blow in woods unseen, with chirps the crickets called grass green ... go on, i'm listening...
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Post by Kurai Neruda D'elacroix on Feb 9, 2009 12:47:07 GMT -5
Physical perfection may not be his pursuit, but he seems to be gaining on it none the less - Kye The rough erosion of the burning sands wore away the shell and showed the warrior beneath - Loom X When an unstoppable force meets an immovable object, the force need simply keep moving around the object - Kurai When force fails him, he will invent new ways to prevail on the field - Pankakes A tiny queen was she, but none had so big a heart as her - Cinnamara When depravity fails him, he simply turns to the grotesqities of his laughter and his dagger - Chihuahua With force he swings any blade, with will he controls himself - Beast With a strange bearing he took the field, and sundered the blades of his foes - Swordbreaker His arms made strong in the forge, he defends his home with utmost care - Vulcan A wanderer and misfit, his name will stay his blade - Morals He walks as the Noblest King, though he be only the The King's Noblest Knight - Martus Weary and bone tired is he, but willing to fight for his honor - Zan Swift were his words, followed by decisive hands quick to build - Veritoss Silent was whatever song she had, but her name was a song all it's own - Reveree Fierce is his pride, loyalty and fighting, the wolf is in him - Rehdwulf His bark is sharp, and the bite of his sword sharper; The Pirate of The Sea of Nurnen - Tormir His name lies about his stature, but better honor, there is none - Hobbit She's not a fighter, but beware calling her a lover, as she's likely to poison one for fun - Rin A knight of the realm, fierce and mighty warrior, tremble at his name! - Fozzy A dark and sinister figure, he was born in Shadow, better to let him be, for his depravity knows no bounds - Skeith For his Queen and his clansmen, he will go to War! - Orrin None-Son Fighting that which is within him, he strives to better his world with words and dedication - Eldrin the Black
Hehehe, not exactly roleplay, but I gave most people a saying
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Cyodie Centrawoven
Board Imp
Master of Catgirls
Your friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you
Posts: 525
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Post by Cyodie Centrawoven on Feb 9, 2009 19:57:58 GMT -5
**DOUBLE POST!** arse!
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Post by Kurai Neruda D'elacroix on Feb 9, 2009 20:08:56 GMT -5
i posted it here first then expanded in the other one
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Post by Buddha on Feb 9, 2009 20:43:49 GMT -5
(Well, this is a double post, but maybe it will get your creative juices flowing. I've been following this story you guys are tellin', and I don't want to see it die.)
…this was the battlefield awakening, people around the edge changing from bystanders to a horde of battle-mongers, their faces changing from social grins and quiet yawns to masks of war, grins hardened to scowls or twisted into strange apparations of psychotic glee, the sound of leisurely talk and jokes fade away, they are replaced with furtive talk about attack strategies and the occasional growl and other gutteral sounds of which few sound even human, metal buckles clinked dully and leather hides creaked as fighters worked into their armor, a vast array of weapons began to bristle in the mob, some holding a weapon at their side with a calm and almost cold certainty, others were swung, slowly at first and then with greater intensity. Some were brought to bear against shields, their sharp but hollow sounds growing in number to create a orchestra of primal drums to signal the beginning of the end. A few partners squared off and sparred with each other to work the grit out of their joints. Then, like the gathering of winds to meet the storm, the mob began to move onto the field of slaughter. With surprising quickness the mob separated and condensed into knots of flesh and tools of war. Some huddled with others of their kind to seek safety in melee, some to form seemingly inpenetrable walls of shields to guard their objective and tear at any who approached, others gathered with each other like a pack of wolves to increase their raw killing power. If one was watching this spectacle their mind would feel that these were no longer individuals with lives and purposes outside of this world that would soon burst into a bloody frenzy. And their eyes would naturally focus and search the lines, as to not miss where the first spark would ignite and start the blaze to this wild fire of carnage.
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Cyodie Centrawoven
Board Imp
Master of Catgirls
Your friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you
Posts: 525
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Post by Cyodie Centrawoven on Feb 13, 2009 14:53:48 GMT -5
(Is this to be taken as a part of our story or as an incentive to continue?)
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Post by Kurai Neruda D'elacroix on Feb 13, 2009 15:05:50 GMT -5
I think it's incentive
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Cyodie Centrawoven
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Master of Catgirls
Your friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you
Posts: 525
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Post by Cyodie Centrawoven on Feb 14, 2009 14:53:55 GMT -5
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I wanted to share a work in progress. Comments appreciated, and if i need to change stuff, that would also be appreciated, so let me know. XD
Untitled Origins of Kye, Version 3 (the first two are around, somewhere)
The Beginning
"Do you want to become what you always wanted to become?” he asked “What do you mean?” Kye asked “ What are you offering?” “A decision.” he replied Kye wondered what this man was up to. He seemed to have a wry smile on his rather handsome face. “Maybe I should come back another time?” he said turning and beginning to walk away. Kye let him walk, but still wasn’t sure if he was passing up an opportunity. “Wait.” Kye said unsure if the man had heard him."Wait. Make me, what I want to be.”
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"It’s remarkable,” the young looking entrepreneur said to his coullege," Every year he seems to het stronger, and stronger. He has not been beaten since the second year. One wonders when he will stop maturing. You know,” he said almost to himself “ his first transformation was magnificent. Like some sort of incredible hulk, right out of the comics.. But then It just reversed and became a… smaller version. I don’t know how it happened. But, he is mine. I found him, and he will continue to be mine, for as long as I can hold him." He seemed to be content with his words. The coulleage wondered what his partner was talking about, implying that this chained and collored man could become an monster? Was he talking about some kind of weird fetish? Regardless, it did not matter. As long as he kept putting money in front of this man, he would be rich. He supplied the finances, put his trust in the man at his side. The man had more that multiplied his wealth, he had given everything borrowed, and everything he used, back a hundred fold. He had no monetary issues, anymore. His wife had left him when she found out that he had “squandered their savings account”, she took his daughter, and divorced him. Found another man, and had died in an “accident” But he sure had proved her wrong, thanks to this man. And delt with her unforgiving attitude. Serves her right for doubting me. The thought brought a sick smile to his plump, rounded face.The Colleague gazed down through the thick glass between him and the chained man. He almost felt sorry for the ragged looking man, chained and collared, sitting huddled in the corner. “You said his name was…?” the colleague asked “ He has no legal name, but for the lat many years we have called him Cyodie." The man seemed to be reveling in nostalgia. “ He looked so much like one. Although, He never has lost his sense of humor. Heh, it may be the last of whats left…” He trailed off. the entrepreneur turned to his colleague. “Let me ask you," the colleague began slowly," Do you know how long i have kept him, before you met me? Kept him locked away in this place? No? It has been twenty-five years, since we met, and Cyoide doesn’t look a day older..." he trailed off, a satisfied look upon his face. “ Well neither do you, I must say” the plump man interjected, “how do you do it? Stay so young looking when you should be looking like me,” the collegue smiled “ or at least have some wrinkles.” “ A special diet, and good genes, that’s my secret." the young looking man interjected.” “Well," the plump man sighed, "I must be going, I have a speech to prepare for.” he paused, “I trust you have gotten my ‘Donation‘?’’ “Yes, and it will be used wisely.” the Man turned back to the chained man “Do not worry,” he said ”Have I never let you down?” “No” the Plump man replyed, as he left the room. “Soon, my Flower.” the man raised his hand to the glass. “Soon I will see you bloom and take root in the blood you spill.”
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He lay there, unperturbed.. Trying to grasp sleep, as he thought about what the world would be like, without a collar. If he were free to do as he pleased, like he had been at one time, so long ago. He toyed with the idea of killing the man who held him captive, and felt what he knew was something close to pleasure as his imagination took the thought and ran with it, hundreds of times he had dreamt this same scenario, where he would stand, triumphantly over the man who enslaved him, hold his removed collar to his captor‘s face smiling with glee as he ripped out the mans throat.. Alas, it is but a dream One he readily dwelt on. But his mind always drifted to the place of his turning. The beautiful ’Unseen Forrest’. delightful memories returned to him, as they always did. Feeling a sort of kinship to it a belonging far beyond blood or earthen origins. The soft breeze, the song of nature making the world go round. It was his only condolence for the treatment he was given. They could not control his thoughts, could not block his memories. They could not cage his mind. His thoughts came back to how he would get out. How to break free and return to the Forrest again.. He would have to wait, or course. Wait until some lucky opportunity arose, some benevolent god chose to shine it‘s light upon his pitiful existence. He opened his eyes and looked down at his ragged clothes. Swaths of dirt and blood marked his many run ins with his own kind. His eyes trailed there way to his wrists, to which bright silver chains were nearly grafted to his inflamed skin. Silver that, with all his strength, he could not break. Silver that had burned his wrists at first, but now , the burning was nothing but a dull ache, only noticed when he had a mind to think about it. He followed the chains on his wrists to as they crept there way up his chest to his dreaded collar. He could not move his hands but a few inches away from his neck. And pulling on the chains sent needles into his bare throat. Waiting, he sat there. Wanting more than anything to be free, but knowing that only time and a chance opportunity would give that to him. Sighing, he lay to his side, closed his eyes, and dreamt.
The Day was absolutely beautiful: The sun shone down upon the bright green canopy of the forest. The sounds of nature were everywhere, a bird, multicolored in blue and gold shades, flew overhead squawking, no doubt,, to it’s mate. Animals and insects went about their business, without a care to the man standing in their midist. Taking a deep breath the man’s smile grew. The trees whispered of a storm to come that very night. A gentle breeze talked of the coming rain, and carried with it all the forest had to offer. (Updated cause i felt it needed it. fixing this and that...
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Cyodie Centrawoven
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Master of Catgirls
Your friend is the man who knows all about you, and still likes you
Posts: 525
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Post by Cyodie Centrawoven on Mar 30, 2009 3:49:25 GMT -5
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Back to the story! and The RPing!
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Kye awoke, his head spinning. He looked around and he saw...
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