- This topic has 408 replies, 14 voices, and was last updated 1 week, 5 days ago by
.
-
Posts
-
Moth is a humanoid character from a post-apocalyptic fantasy. I decided to add him because he is technically a ruler, and in his story he is very authoritative. But here, he isn’t used to humans, so I expect he’ll be taking everything in.
…
Moth Prince
A carriage rolled along a winding country road. Trees twisted out from the rich greenery beside, scattered out from the forest lying some distance across the field. The driver was familiar with the route, and he stopped at an engraved sign. He reached a black-wrapped glove out to the dirt bank that served as a station.
“On for the academy,” he said. He looked at his new passenger.
The Moth Prince blinked, eyes unaccustomed to the daylight. He held some money up to the driver.
“For your hospitality,” he said quietly, shifting the package he held against his side.
He had a child’s face and hair, and had perhaps passed off as a sickly child from a distance. His yellow scaled cape fell down to his ankles. Close up, fur covered him thickly from the chest down, and looked like buttercream if it was covered in a layer of dust.
It had been a long journey. Three days of not-quite-sleeping, curled up on velvet cushions, trying to conserve energy. His pulse buzzed in his ears, and he took in a deep breath to compose himself, holding his head high. Now that he was close to his destination, he could begin to feel like he took up space again.
After the driver took the money, Moth climbed onto the carriage and sat beside him. The horse took off.
The driver wore a high black collar, and it was difficult to see his mouth or nose. But he watched the strange boy out of the corner of his eye.
“I’m one of the Other Folk,” Moth said. He loosened his grip on the package on his lap. The carriage jostled, but not quite as much as the other rides on these roads, and he had gotten used to the rhythm. It was different from knowing how to breathe when running in the dark, or how to fly over water, but that was only because cars and carriages were built things.
“You’re one of the fair?” The driver asked. He dropped the reins in one hand after Moth nodded. “I don’t know how many fairy countries there are, but I suppose there’s only one, because you’re the only fairy on this route.”
“That’s a fair judgement, sir.” The best part of the trip was when Moth stopped in a city, and the citizens all smiled and said hello. It had been a gray city, and they said they appreciated his color.
“You’re their king, eh?”
Moth twitched his antennae, hidden in his golden curls. “I’m Moth Prince. I rule over them for the time being, until I decide to die.”
“…Have you ever been to a school before?” The driver asked.
“A rabbit taught me anger, and a dragon taught me patience. I have raided abandoned universities. And I know how to make pasta.”
“Are those important?”
“Yes,” Moth said without hesitation. “Although they sound strange, they’ve helped me a lot in life. Now I will learn more about the world before I came.”
The two sat peacefully, enjoying the ride through the evening-soaked forest. It was that perfect time between day and night when the sky wasn’t dark yet, but the sun brought out a new palette. They reached a clearer point as the sunset began.
The man pointed. “See that shape ahead? That’s the academy.”Moth brought up his knees and stood up on the carriage seat. Before the driver could stop him, he gracefully stepped the horse’s back, hands stretched out for balance.
“Don’t spook her!” The driver tried to warn him. The mare nickered, flicking her head back.
“She won’t mind me, I promise.” Moth craned his head. “That is it?”
The silhouette of a building lay ahead on the crest of the land mass, overlooking the sparse forest. The black spires shot up from the sunset, like the claws of a giant beast escaping a flaming egg. Lights flickered at the base through the woods’ dappled leaves.
“Do they let people into the towers?”
The driver did not answer; he must not have heard. The road opened into a clearing, a lush garden spread on their left and right. The shadows muted the colors, but the scents still followed the carriage along, like children waving and running on the sides of the road.
Moth’s cape vibrated imperceptibly. He gave the driver a quick glance. “I will run ahead.”
He slid off the horse and ran. With the speed of a hummingbird, clutching his package in the hope that it wouldn’t slip, he ran up the road and into a paved, decorated drop-off. The beautiful grounds lay around him, and above, the entrance to the castle. Close up, everything was lit with warm-colored lamps and chandeliers in the windows, sparkling through the glass.
Moth noticed another carriage next to the entrance, and waved. Maybe someone in there could open the door instead of him.
I am out of signature ideas
I just saw a page where Loopy described a servant as having ‘mouse like features’ and I took it to mean a literal mouse girl ? that gave me a good laugh
Yeah I was laughing at that earlier, too. XD
Is he going to have a moment where his hair splits and we see his eyes for the first time while he’s saying a epic line?
lol maybe? We’ll see. He’s a pretty old character, and I think he was inspired mostly by my fear of eye contact and my love of drawing fluffy hair. He definitely fits that trope very well though lol
I have no idea where I picked up the x ear thing, but I like doing it when I’m drawing something more cartoony. I started doing it way before I got into dsmp, though. I’m glad you like it :]
⭐️World's Slowest Writer⭐️
Sorry for not posting all day. I was busy installing a sprinkler system. I’ll get to it in a bit if the moody website lets me.
⭐️World's Slowest Writer⭐️
Lois
The ride to the royal academy was silent, save for the squeaking of the carriage wheels and crunching of gravel on the road. There were no sounds of hooves, because the carriage was ink animated, and drove itself. Lois couldn’t remember the last time he’d ridden in a real horse drawn carriage. He sighed and leaned his head next to the window, watching the landscape go by with glazed eyes.
By the time the carriage rattled to a stop in front of the castle, Lois had drifted off to sleep. After sitting still for a few moments, the carriage gave a violent shake, and Lois jolted back awake.
Muttering an apology under his breath, he opened the door and stepped out. At the same time, a SIAS unit unfolded itself with several loud clanks and squeaks from the compartment in the back that held Lois’ luggage. Once it stood up, it turned and began unloading the bags. Lois watched the clockwork man for a moment as it worked. He felt odd knowing that this was his only companion to come with him to his new school. Not even his mother had had time to come and wish him luck with his studies.
He turned and saw a figure approaching, waving to him. It was a boy, presumably another student, but he didn’t look human. Although he had been prepared for this, it still came as a slight shock. He blinked a couple times, but greeted the boy politely as he normally would. He then nodded to the castle.
“I’m assuming you’re a student here like me? I’m Lois Thorne.”
⭐️World's Slowest Writer⭐️
At the same time, a SIAS unit unfolded itself
I hate naming things. That acronym took me so long to come up with and it’s still not that good
⭐️World's Slowest Writer⭐️
I was busy installing a sprinkler system.
All I can imagine is your face getting sprayed violently every time you adjust the pressure.
I hate naming things. That acronym took me so long to come up with and it’s still not that good
What does it stand for?
Moth
“It’s nice to meet you, Lois. You can call me Moth if you like.” Moth bowed his head and closed his eyes in greeting. He stepped forward hesitantly, one eye on the metal man. “I am going to be a student. I arrived just now.”
Somewhere behind him, a rattling sound alerted them of his carriage entering the area. The driver saw that his passenger was safe, and clucked to his horse, preemptively turning around to leave. “Will there be luggage following you?”
“No,” Moth said. “I had it sent ahead.”
The carriage left as quickly as it had arrived, leaving the boy barefoot and hopeful. “Come,” he said to Lois, striding up the entrance steps. “Maybe there is hot food waiting for us.”
I am out of signature ideas
Mind if I jump in?
Snake
He soared over the fields, his wings flapping in the cool air.
A school, huh?
Why did he need to be here, anyway? Wouldn’t he be better off just training with Chief and the Spartanwings?
What if the Imperialwings attacked while he was gone? Would his tribes be able to hold them off?
He snarled and shook off the feeling, diving down toward the entrance and turning up at just the right second to land properly.
There were other boys around, but they hadn’t noticed him yet.
(how old is everyone? I’m thinking he’s 17 or 18.)
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
@keilah-h @whalekeeper @loopylin
erm is there a chance I could join? hehe.
"Past or future... let them be."
Yep, you can come in! I see Snake is more concerned with combat than some of these princes so that should be fun.
(how old is everyone? I’m thinking he’s 17 or 18.)
I haven’t figured that out. Age in the fairy world depends on any time warps/realms they get stuck in, or what life cycle they have. Just think of Moth as a childlike soul, like the lost boys in Neverland.
Yes there is! It’s always great to have more people. And you were the last person to roleplay before we stopped two years ago, so it’s almost like you have right of way. XD
I am out of signature ideas
@mineralizedwritings Yes you can join! This will probably go at a slower pace too since there’s less of us so hopefully that’s more comfortable for you :]
@keilah-h Lois is probably about 18 @whalekeeperWhat does it stand for?
Sentient Ink-based Automated Servant
Lois
The entrance hall was alive with motion. Servants rushed back and forth, some carrying luggage, and students wandered, exploring and chatting with one another. The din of voices mixed with the gentle twinkling of the above chandeliers, giving a warm, excited feeling to anyone who heard it.
Lois paused to take it all in. The short sleep he had on the carriage still clung to him, and everything around him felt surreal.
Especially surreal were his fellow students. Moth stood beside him, with curious eyes and quivering antennae, looking like a character from one of the children’s fairytales that Lois used to read to his sister. Behind them, another student entered who was tall and reptilian with large, bat-like wings. Another fairytale.
Lois turned to his SIAS unit, and found it staring at Moth, its head cocked slightly to one side. It almost looked curious, if it weren’t for its blank mechanical face and the fact that it was not capable of emotion.
Lois snapped his fingers. Its head immediately spun around to look at him.
“You can take the bags to my room,” he said quietly.
The servant obeyed instantly, whirring and clicking with each motion, and forcing others to get out of its way as it walked a perfectly straight path to the door.
Towards the middle-back of the entrance hall was a station where a small man sat perched on a stool next to a pedestal holding a large book. He was scribbling in it with a feathered quill, jotting down new students’ names as they told him.
“I think we need to sign in over there,” Lois said, gesturing.
⭐️World's Slowest Writer⭐️
All I can imagine is your face getting sprayed violently every time you adjust the pressure.
XD no, I was still in the digging ditches phase. My hands have so many blisters
⭐️World's Slowest Writer⭐️
Dante
“No, it’s Maddox. Two ‘d’s. Come on, you’d think the guy in charge of writing everything down would know how to spell.”
Dante leaned comfortably on the front of the podium, watching as a servant wrote down his name in the sign-in book. His shirt was untucked, his jacket slung over one shoulder, and his freckled face wore a bored expression.
Another student was standing behind him.
“Sorry, did you say Maddox? You’re the new Tered prince?”
Dante turned to look skeptically at the speaker.
“Yeah. Got a problem?”
“No, I just heard some… rumors…”
Dante was staring coldly at the other boy as he talked, his jaw set. Suddenly the young royal seemed to be in a rush to go find his friends. Dante glared at him until he was out of sight. Then he turned back to the servant with a sigh.
“You don’t happen to know where the dining hall is, do you?”
⭐️World's Slowest Writer⭐️
I’M SO BUSY BUT I HAVE TO JOIN THIS RP.
I didn’t even know it had existed!!
You shall see a character intro from me this afternoon ?↕️Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Lois feels like that one guy who is basically either unfazed or slightly grumpy, and accidentally becomes the cool kid because of it
XD no, I was still in the digging ditches phase. My hands have so many blisters
I’m sorry. I hope they feel a little better by now.
Indeed! ? Alright then, shall be expecting new character!
I am out of signature ideas
Moth
The man with the book perched on a tall stool, his face twitching as one boy rested his elbow on the opposite page of the book. He pointed a finger at a door, and his torturer strode off. A second later, Moth stepped up, and the man did his best to compose himself, running his thumb and forefinger over his wispy eyebrows.
“What’s your name?” he asked in a high, rather muttering voice.
“I am the Moth Prince.”
“Do you have any paperwork?”
“What?”
“You haven’t sent any credentials ahead of yourself. How are we supposed to know you are the real prince?”
“But I – I said so. Why would I lie? Isn’t that proof enough?”
The servant turned a scoff into a cough. “Begging your pardon, but I have had several imposters begging at the door since last Wednesday. If you want to prove who you are, you could tell us your true name. That might qualify.”
“Excuse me.” Moth couldn’t believe his ears. He straightened himself and ruffled his cape, pulling his arms inside. “You don’t just ask for a fairy’s true name.”
“Well -“
“How about this. If you will not believe in my appearance – and I assure you, no one can replicate my nature – give me a sword and I prove who I am by single combat.”
Electricity flickered in the air. Some of the boys in the room looked in their direction with eager sparkles in their eyes. At the word combat, the servant swallowed, glancing around nervously. He scribbled something in the sign-up book. “Now now, don’t be hasty. Your room is in the North residential hall.”
Moth took a skeletal key from a labeled box and nodded his thanks. He stepped aside for Lois and the other young man behind him.
I am out of signature ideas
- You must be logged in to reply to this topic.