It's a Scary World
The sun sank lower and lower upon the horizon, and then... was gone.
The instant the last sliver of sun disappeared, a brilliant flash of green light illuminated the sky with an intensity that startled a small group of bison into fleeing. Something in the air had changed. It was like the taste and feel that preceded a lightning strike, yet somehow different. Something... something had changed.
How strange! How spooky! It seems some sort of rift has opened between our world and the afterlife, allowing the living and the dead to mingle for the space of a single thread. A few guidelines to keep in mind: the dead are ephemeral, meaning that they are not solid and so cannot touch the living, nor can they kill them or obviously be killed by them. Unlike Somnium, characters posted together here do not need to have known each other previously or be blood related. We ask that no more than the first four (two living and two dead) characters be posted here. Don't worry if you miss this one! With one rift opened, the fabric of reality may be thin enough for more to open as well...
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He had renewed his war paint this morning before moving out. He had promised Philly that one day she would earn her own. He moved into the knolls before stopping. His golden eye bore into the spectral form of his father and another bitch. Then just like that he moved towards his sire. His confusion over this was blatant on his face. "The fuck? Your supposed to be dead Father or did you forget to tell us all something..." he stopped shortly before the man. His fur along his spine was on end and his face while confused was angry. Sin had forgotten him. This was no happy reunion.
Catching her uncle’s scent Philomena lifted her ears realizing he’d come looking for her before she’d gotten back. The child felt a little guilty… she knew her uncle only wanted her to stay put to make sure she was safe but she already knew all the neat little hiding spaces of where they were staying. It wasn’t as fun there anymore, particularly when Rikeros wasn’t there.
But she didn’t expect to find her uncle with two other wolves… one who looked a lot like him and another who was a pretty she-wolf. Philomena stopped, flicking her ears back as she saw how anger her uncle looked, and instead, not quite noticing the fact there was something off about the two older wolves, edged towards the non-aggressive looking femme. Maybe she knew why her uncle was upset?
“Umm… excuse me..” Philly’s words were quiet, and the large girl glanced towards the two white wolves decorated with war paint. “Are… are they fighting?” She asked the femme, feeling a strange sense like she should recognize the older brute. Was he family too?
- Philomena's current avatar is by Risketch on DeviantArt.
- Philomena has a bat hawk companion named No Face who is generally somewhere nearby if he is mentioned at all in a thread. If not mentioned, assume he is not there!
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"I went back to try to help, stupid as I was back then. Got myself kidnapped, taken to some bastard's play house where he trained me to kill or be killed in a fighting ring. Finally got out and killed the fucked not to long ago though. Then I get my ass whooped by Enigma because he can't handle a little name calling." he laughed at that. Out of them all, enigma wore the bitches crown. Forsaken was a psychopath that fell down some rabbit hole somewhere and hadn't emerged since. Ganta was a loser and a lost cause. He hadn't hung with paradox yet. And ganta's kid was as good as his.
Speaking of Which. His eye went to Philly and he gave her a hard stare. "Still can't stay where your put huh? Well while your here might as well come show yourself off to your grandfather." he looked back to sin to give him a nod if Philly's direction. Then quietly stated to him before she could join him, "Took that one off Ganta's paws, been turning her into a true Hellstrom. He only told her of the Lore side."