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Post by FaunaFawn on Apr 7, 2016 17:23:38 GMT -6
Lost and Found
Roleplay between
Flarism - Grievous
Faunafawn - Voidra
Setting
Within the camp of the Cultist it seems they rest from an eventful time. Though not all is calm before the moon is out. They say a full moon can bring out the wilds in some. With moon about to peek high in the sky. The air is brisk and cold, a fitting manner for the cold hearts of those that gather here.
Plot
Voidra experiment has gone rogue. She pleads with the cultists for someone to help her run them down. One agrees and as they follow the trail of odd prints. The signs begin to spill before one, this was no ordinary Voidra experiment with wild animals. No... she has taken is one step further and has a reached into an area not many if at all would want to venture down.... |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Apr 7, 2016 17:43:50 GMT -6
Voidra ||Cultist
Within the forest, so dark and deep, a lone mare traveled onwards. There was a skip in her step, a tune in her head. Oh what a night for such a mare. It seemed she had everything together, there could not be a single thing that could damper her spirits. Though that was before she got to her hide away. Panic rose in her and she felt the vile rise in her throat. No... NO NOOOO. Eyes turned wild as she looked around, and dashed within her hideaway. It was nowhere to be seen! Pupils narrowed as he bucked out and let out a shrill scream. No, this was not good. Her precious experiment. This was the closest she had been to this, her studies would all be for naught if it escaped. Hooves bashed into bottle breaking them instantly, her fury fuming in her, she was not normally so quick to anger, but this... this has crossed the line. She was unable to participate in the Blood Letting, and now this... Was Digend putting her to the test? Was her love and dedication not enough for him? " Digend.. why must you curse me so. Don't you see everything I do, I do for you." her voice purred out, though steamed with anger. Her mind flickered to her Cultist family. Maybe it was a test, she had been away from them for so long. Surely this was a way to get her back into them. Or a way to bond? Yes surely that was it! Digend wouldn't want his lovely bride to be too lonely. Spending all day with experiment surely, that had to get dull? Yes, oh Digend. She thought with a smirk. Such a sneaky fellow he was. To the Cultist she had to travel and she had to be quick. Each passing moment was another moment her experiment got away. Hooves pounded against the ground, nostrils flared as she took in breaths of air. Soon she was in the clearing and spotted the makeshift home for the Cultists. " My fellow brethren. I beseech you all. My duties have taken me away from you, but I need help you see. Something of mine has gone missing. Something of great value. I need help tracking it down. The reward shall be great of course." she smirked a bit, though her chest was beating rapidly, Surely one of them would perk interest in such things. She had kept herself locked away from them all, would one not be curious as to what it would be? She could offer coins and such things, pleasure of hunting others down. But she needed this experiment first before any reward talk would be happening. So there laid Voidra standing amongst her kind, waiting for someone to take the first step and agree to such terms, but who? WC||475 Tag|| Flarism |
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Post by Flarism on Apr 16, 2016 13:46:25 GMT -6
Grievous - Cultist
They were a good family, a helpful family, this dark coven of theirs. Willing to offer whatever aid they could, if the endgame was destructive enough. And Voidra's exploits were known enough to be twisted- though few knew the true extent. But many of them were lost to the drunken revelry of a recent raid, drinking down the spoils of their pillaging and the souls of their victims. So it fell to Grievous. Though his body was grown, Mother Genesis did not yet let him partake of the devil's drink, for his mind was not yet finished developing. And despite the teasing offers, he had refused them, ever loyal to their dark mother's commands.
With a grunt, the large stallion pushed himself up onto his cloven hooves, taking a moment to shake out his dreaded mane before his hazel eyes turned to Voidra. Being as young as he was, he knew little of the mare, only whispers in the branches of their current snowy forest camp. Having little else to do, it seemed a good chance to improve weak relations.
"I'll help," he replied in his gruff bass, crossing the distance between them with unelegant and thumping steps (the only kind he seemed to be able to make).
Perhaps not the fastest fellow, but if they found it, he would certainly be able to take it down.
[229 Words - Post #1]
[Sorry for the delay, some stuff came up. u_u]
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Post by FaunaFawn on Apr 18, 2016 16:03:30 GMT -6
Voidra || Cultist || Vagabond
Eyes of fresh cut peaches looked to them all, yet one voice she did not know the best spoke out towards her. Eyes followed the sound and it was then she laid upon him. Grievous. The new child here in the Cultist world. Fed potions by the mouthful to reach this age. Though he was the only one sober, so that was already a bonus. Eyes of course gave him the up down look. Admiring his form, though parts of her wondered far darker things, though she pushed them aside, it was time to work and her prize possession was gone. "Grievous, I'm honored. Though perhaps more lucky that you are the only one sober." she remarked with a hint of amusement. "Well my friend, lets get going and I can fill you in on what we are looking for." her voice was soft and lush, as if whispering sweet nothings to him. Though to her, her work for Digend was more than anything but pure pleasure. Ears perked high on her brow and suddenly she was off, moving towards the east. "Come Grievous, the night is young and the moon is full. Surely tracking it down will be easy, bringing it back... well another story." her laughter echoed. Oh yes, she was so free here out in the wilds. Free to let go of what she keeps hidden from most. "I must tell you this... What are looking for is an equine." her eyes flickered as she moved at a quick trot, a full gallop would give them away and with how large Grievouswas, his thundering hooves would awaken even a bear in hibernation if moved to quickly. "You see my Grievous, I'm a splicer of my own kind." she chuckled a bit. "So you can only imagine.... what we are looking for." Voidra grinned widely. Yes, she wanted him to grow curious, to allow his imagination to run wild and free, such as her darling child in the woods. Eyes watched Grievous and smirked, let him see exactly what she can do, but its only just a taste this is. Only, but a taste. WC||359 Notes|| No worries c: I am pretty laid back roleplayer so no worries  |
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Post by Flarism on May 10, 2016 16:09:29 GMT -6
Grievous - Cultist
"I'm sure your scientific exploits please our dread father," Grievous replied, frowning with the confusion that understandably followed Voidra's admission. "I cannot say I know the meaning of 'splicer,' however."
His vocabulary, though admittedly impressive for one so young, still had many holes. And though he could piece together her meaning by way of context, the specifics were beyond his ken. He was not one to question, however. He knew they were looking for what was once a horse, and that was enough information to stage a hunt. And he did so like to hunt.
"You imply bringing it back will be a challenge. Am I to believe this creature is dangerous? If so, is it truly wise to drag it back to camp? Many of our fellows are... indisposed."
Drinking- he could see no point. Why willingly remove one's own wits? Though he hardly minded acting as a guard, he still found their intoxication to be wasteful.
The stallion had to admit, however, that he was quite curious. What were the capabilities of this creation of Voidra's? If it proved a challenge, perhaps he could convince her to replicate it for further training measures. Or simply to act as game in a hunt. He was not permitted to stalk villagers endlessly (much to his annoyance), for fear of ruining future endeavors. A different target could perhaps ease his ever-growing aggression.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jun 1, 2016 10:17:17 GMT -6
Voidra || Cultist || Vagabond
A brow arose as he spoke, he was an odd one speaking, so formal, so well planned out each word. It made her all that more curious of this child of her beloved Digend. Though his question on splicing made her laugh, though not in a way of making fun of him, but finding this all too amusing. " Splicing my dear, is my speciality. You ever see a plants that grow to close together and at times they make something new? Well in a way I do that, but with equines. I test the limits of the gods" she remarked with satisfaction. Oh how she loved to test the limits of creation and death. Equines could bring back the dead, could heal wounds that would have surely brought on death, why not push further? Make the gods of ole regret ever allowing them any powers. Digend was their god and even he did not dive to deep in their meddling. While other gods granted gifts and powers, it would be their own downfall when the cultists arise. Giving the world a new age of gore and violence. Eyes looked to Grievous as he asked about this being a danger. " Who said anything about bringing it back to camp? I need it to my home dear Grievous. That is if we can of course." she laughed all the more. She was in her own way a mad scientist, obsessed with muscle work and pushing the breaking point on bodies of others. Voidra rushed them onwards the trail of the beast finally showing, large cloven hooves dug at the ground as blood spilled out a trail. " Ahhh sweet blood always a dead giveaway. Such a shame, something must be going wrong." she remarked allowed as she skidded to a halt to eye the trail. " Lets hope you can handle someone your own size and some." she grinned a bit. Voidra moved at a walking pace now eyeing the ground and suddenly her eyes went cold and dark, she snorted as she looked to the side and groaned a bit. " Such a shame... Another failed project.. He had such promise you know... The first of his kind he would have been." She remarked as she moved tot he side and picked up part of a pegasi wings. "Well one wing gone, three more." she was about to laugh, yet her ears swiveled to the side. A large cry was heard that echoed in the forest where they laid. The beast was but a mile ahead, though its painful cry echoed out to them. " Let me show you what I do Grievous." she remarked with a far cruel grin, before running towards the sound of the beast. wc|| 456 Tag FlarismSo sorry this took me forever to get out ;u;/ <3 |
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