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Vulkasin looked about to go off in a earcĆŗ and battlerage.
About to go off in a war-cry, not a earcĆŗ. This is what happens when I have a Gealic alphabet in my keyboard.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork@mineralizedwritings well if you insist XD. I think I’ll rp tomorrow, though
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:Lol! I didn’t mean for it to come off like that š¤£
Just wasn’t sure if you knew it was your turn XD whenever works for you!
"And so I left this world just as I had entered it. Confused."
@koshka WHOO MAN!! Zlatanā¦.those wordsā¦.Koshka like how do I write so well?!?! Guuurl!! Also ur good friend!! We may go on and RP knowing that if thatās ok š @freedomwriter76
November
Sub-humanā¦?
Novemberās mind latched to the words, twisting them. Recoiling them, wrapping them tightly around his brain until he found his actual fists were clenched so tight his nails had bit into his palms.
Just like the Faeā¦The Dryadsā¦Kainda and her broodā¦
How many more? So manyā¦whoā¦who did nothing but-but looked down and-andā¦
āMaybe theyāre rightā¦ā
November looked up.Ā Whoā¦?
āIf everyone says itās true, then maybe it is.ā
November frowned, looking behind him as Zlatan exchanged words with Hans.
Who was talking?
The voice was so close. Soā¦clear. Like it came straight from his ownā¦
November touched his temple. He shook his head.Ā Noā¦couldnāt beā¦
Could it?
Sureā¦heā¦he talked to himself sometimes. Butā¦never like that! Never soā¦clearly. And darkly.
He rubbed his arms, a sudden chill running down his neck. He stared at the ground, lost in his own thoughts, no longer concerned with whatever Hans and the twins were discussing.
The voice whispered again, louder this time. It sounded likeā¦likeĀ him.Ā Only, not, at the same time. Whoever this person speaking was had Novemberās voice, but not his tone. Or his timidness.
No, this voice was strong. A bit gravely, but confident. Nothing like how November actually soundedā¦but, similar enough for him to recognize.
āMaybe youāre just bothered because thatās what you are, hm? Lower then everyone else? Subpar? Average? Wellā¦actually, some would say, below average.ā
November couldnāt help the grimace on his face at the harsh words. They stungā¦
Butā¦they reigned trueā¦
He did feel that wayā¦.
āThatās what dear old dad said, isnāt it? Said you wouldnāt amount to much.ā
He didnāt-
āMaybe not out loud, but he thought it. You know he did.ā
November shook his head lightly, not wishing to draw attention to himself. After all, if someone asked what he was doing, he couldnāt very well say he wasĀ talking to himselfā¦
Father was a liar. About everything.
āMaybe so.āĀ He could almost see a silhouette of his own self shrugging. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to clear them. āBut we both know the things he said aboutĀ you? They were the truth.ā
November bit his bottom lip, forcing his fists even tighter then they already were, if that were humanly possible. He kept them at his sides, though it took everything in him not to start furiously tugging at his scalp.
He knew what the voice said was rightā¦
Heād always known it.
His father was a liar. Maybe even a habitual one, he wasnāt sure. And now, he knew that more so then ever.
But all the things heād said about him? Everything heād said, about November not measuring up?
Wellā¦those were just facts.
Anyone with half a brain could see that.
Sure, people tried to tell him otherwise, but they were just being kindā¦
Novemberā¦heā¦he knew the truth.
He was a failure. A nobody.
Worthless.
āExactly. Glad weāre on the same page.āĀ
November couldnāt help the lump of emotion forming in his throat, nor the glassiness in his eyes. He pushed it all down, squelching his tears before they had a chance to reach the surface.
He shook his head again.
I-It doesnāt mean others have to be insultedā¦.
The voice was silent for a moment. And then, it laughed.
A long laugh. One that, wasnāt like his laugh at all. It was loud, and boastful.
Filled with venom and pride.
He shuddered.
āThat bleeding heartās gonna get you in trouble.āĀ The silhouette shrugged again. āBut whatever. Protect your friends. I guess they are actually worthy of it. Unlike someā¦āĀ he directed the comment at November, making the ginger flinch.
Just like all the underhanded comments heād endured as a boyā¦
Butā¦it wasnāt like he wasĀ wrong.
Andā¦this voiceā¦
As it left, leaving November to silence once again, he realized that, it had indeed beenĀ himself.
At leastā¦some part of himselfā¦
Andā¦
If anyone knew his worthā¦
It was him, right?
YALL THAT JUST HAPPENEDā¦.
soā¦.thisā¦.wowā¦.obviously in the books November will have the first time hearing this voice but since I havenāt written thatā¦this is his first time hearing the voice like this (itās like the voice/person corvina sees, the shadow part of herself)
This RP really showed Novemberās misbelief for what it is yāall š like this is essence of it.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebAnd that RP went somewhere I did not expect it to go XD (I expected November to get upset and maybe just stand up a bit for the twins or something but NOPE THATĀ šš» HAPPENED!)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebI love unreliable narrators!!!!
@folith-feolin he and CorvinaĀ areĀ that arenāt they? I didnāt even realize that!!
and thanks!!
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebGAHHHH!!!
NOVEMBER! NOOOOOO!!!!
You shadows, stay out of this darlings mind. *Draws sword* You hear me?
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork@koshka I knaaaaarrr!!!! But it has to happen Iām afraid for the storyās sakeā¦.
*hugs my baby*
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebZlatanā¦.those wordsā¦.Koshka like how do I write so well?!?! Guuurl!!
Um, I don’t know? It sort of flowed.
That’s part of this series theme, just not in the way most may take it. I’m not talking about ethnicity or stuff like that, although I suppose that is a point. I don’t really know how to explain it, but I hope my books point to the cross and say, “none of us are worthy, yet for God so loved that He gave, for all of us. Every last one.” And that, “No matter who we are, no matter what we’ve done, we are not the authors of our stories. We were created with love, and for a purpose, and our Maker writes our book.”
Anyway…I really need to write a list of all the themes I’m trying to write.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkAHHHH, POOR NOVEMBER!!!!! That was some amazing writing girl!!! I love that type of stuff, but I hate it because poor November has to deal
[quote quote=127705]GAHHHH!!! NOVEMBER! NOOOOOO!!!! You shadows, stay out of this darlings mind. *Draws sword* You hear me?[/quote]
Yes, exactly!!
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:Ha! No your totally fine! I’ll take all chances to write that I get š I’m having so much fun! And reading all the stories on here is so cool, everybody has so much talent!
Also, I’ve been trying to figure out how to quote people properly but it hasn’t worked yet XD. Any ideas how to fix that?
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:[quote quote=127707]Thatās part of this series theme, just not in the way most may take it. Iām not talking about ethnicity or stuff like that, although I suppose that is a point. I donāt really know how to explain it, but I hope my books point to the cross and say, ānone of us are worthy, yet for God so loved that He gave, for all of us. Every last one.ā And that, āNo matter who we are, no matter what weāve done, we are not the authors of our stories. We were created with love, and for a purpose, and our Maker writes our book.ā[/quote]
Aww, I love that!
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:@mineralizedwritings @loopylin
Welp I think I’ll finally rp now, here we go! š
SERIN
“Who are you?” She watched them carefully as she voiced the firm question. The blond boy seemed nervous, as did the girl with the tail.
Suddenly the small girl by the boy let out a scream and he scooped her up. Serin tensed at the sound, then hesitantly lowered her weapon. While she wanted to appear threatening so the strangers knew not to challenge her, she also didn’t want to scare the little child.
“Uh.. I’m Layson.” He looked down at the girl in his arms, who had easily calmed in his grip. “And this is my daughter Maylee.” She barely caught his mouth as it moved, forming the last sentence. “What’s your name?”
She debated answering when another spoke up, her voice warbling slightly. “I’m Ellie. And that’s Dante.” The girl said, pointing to her one eyed companion. āAre youā¦ gonna come in out of that weather?ā
Serin would like nothing more, but she hid her relief.
Emotion was weakness, as her father always said. And Pelgar needed someone who could rule without weakness.
She kept a close eye on both pairs, and hefted a leg onto the window ledge. Slowly, she climbed through the hole, careful not to cut herself on the jagged edges of glass. Water dripped endlessly from her hair onto the marbled floor, but Serin ignored it as she straightened to her full height.
“I am High General Serin Ki Untikal. First daughter of King Ourbrine, and heir to his throne. Princess of the Pelgarkine race.” It was with great responsibility that she said this, for the title carriedwith it the weight of a kingdom, of a people. Choices of who would live or who would have to die.
The Pelgar priests beleived that only He of the Depths should have such right. But they also believed that her family line had been chosen by Him to lead the people, so they never contradicted. Serin was never quite sure what to think about it. And that was a problem.
Focusing again on the present, Serin watched to see how they would respond.
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:CorieĀ
āIām really hungry, too,ā I said, my stomach growling. I stopped at a window and looked out. I frowned. Raining. āI guess we canāt go outside and look for food,ā I said.
āOr we could,ā Everton said with a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes.
āIāll pass,ā I said. We continued down the hall, the only sound being our footsteps echoing. But soon another pair of footsteps joined us, coming our way. I stopped in my tracks. Took a few steps back. āTyrone?ā I breathed.
He placed himself in front of me and drew his knife from its sheath. The others stopped as well and worriedly looked around. Aloth came around the corner, not lookin happy. Ty protectively took a step forward. āBack off,ā he said.
Aloth smirked. āNow why would I do that?ā He slowly came closer. āNow listen. I think we can strike a deal. If you donāt hurt me, I wonāt hurt you. And additionally, Iāll show you where you can find food.ā
I licked my lips. I knew Ty would never agree. Heād already learned his lesson after dealing with Aloth. But maybe he was actually telling the truth. After all, we all were starving. Maybe it was worth trusting him. I gently placed a hand on Tyās shoulder. He shook it off.
I looked at the others for an answer. Everton eyed Aloth. He looked first at Amidala, then at me. He slowly nodded along with her. Grimm, Jocelyn, and Nyx seemed about as sure as Amidala and Everton about this.
Nobody trusted Aloth. But sooner or later, weād all get hungry and more desperate than we were now. Looking back a Aloth, but not making eye contact I said, āWeāll go.ā
Godly, your charries donāt have to go along if they donāt trust Aloth. Iām not entirely sure what Iām going to have Aloth do, so weāll see where this goes! š
Write what should not be forgotten. ā Isabel Allende
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