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Old 09-20-2014, 06:37 AM



Plot:

In Terra Fabula, a mythical land lost in time, there is a war raging between every species of mythical creatures. From the smallest Fairy to the largest Dragon. No one remembers how or why this giant war between the species started. The only thing known is that it has always been and many think that it always will be. Little do they know that it was one person, just one thing, that caused this war to break loose in their kingdom years ago. Though no one knows or remembers the person, one thing is known: Every creature is preparing for war and there is no force powerful enough to stop them...Or is there? In every species, there is a guardian. The guardians do not know of their power and must set out on a quest to discover their abilities before it is too late. But are the fights between the species the only thing that they must face or is there an even stronger darkness that they must destroy...a darkness that might have been responsible for the war in the first place.

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Old 09-20-2014, 06:50 AM

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Old 09-20-2014, 06:57 AM

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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species: (If you are a guardian, which must first be confirmed by me, please but your species then "Guardian" beside it. Look at accepted profiles for examples)
Powers: (Up to three and must also state the weaknesses of the powers, such as if they weaken you or not)
Weapons: (Up to three)
Personality: (At least four sentences)
Bio: (At least five to six sentences)
Picture/Appearance: (A picture is necessary but describing the appearance is optional)
Other: (If this is not filled out, I will just take it off when I add it on here)

Species Available:

Unicorn
Dragon(Guardian Slot Taken: Dongle)
Cyclops(Guardian Slot Taken: Okamigirl)
Night elf(Guardian Slot Taken: Velvet)
Light elf
Mermaid(Guardian Slot Taken: Shikabane Hime)
Pegasus(Guardian Slot Taken: Nola)
Minotaur(Guardian Slot Taken: Andraus)
Harpy(Guardian Slot Taken: Nola)
Phoenix(Guardian Slot Taken: Happydeath)
Basilisk(Guardian Slot Taken: Happydeath)
Centaur(Guardian Slot Taken: Shikabane Hime)
Druid(Guardian Slot Taken: Andraus)
Faerie(Guardian Slot Taken: ~LONGCAT~)
Wood Nymph(Guardian Slot Taken: Velvet)
Witch(Guardian Slot Taken: Pink Blitz)
More to come.....

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Old 09-20-2014, 07:32 AM

Accepted Characters:

Dragons

Quote:
Originally Posted by Dongle


(Picture to be added)

Name:

Asgeir

Age:

538

Gender:

Male (is androgynous due to shape-shifting)

Species:

Dragon Guardian

Powers:

Shape-shifting (despite forms, his size and eye color do not change), blood magic (while powerful, is taxing and can result in death or disfigurement), and flight (regardless of form).

Weapons:

Asgeir wields one massive broadsword, embedded with a crystal he may channel magic through.

Personality:

Despite being born to a prestigious family, Asgeir has no interest in politics. He has no poise, grace, and feels incredibly uncomfortable in formal situations. It suits him better to play, adventure, and interact with others free of royal expectations. Unsophisticated, charming, and animated describe him best.

Bio:

The weakest of five siblings and the only one unable to breath fire, Asgeir grew up a black sheep. He had no niche in high society and constantly felt the disdainful eye of other dragons. As he began to mature and discover his abilities, Asgeir drifted from his homeland. He feared absolute rejection for other oddities of his nature; while not unheard of, shape-shifting was uncommon and blood magic feared.

Eventually, he left the roost for good. In the night he slipped out and traveled West. He met an old man whom he befriended and was a student of. The man was a blacksmith and guided Asgeir in creating his broadsword. As dragons live for a very long time and humans do not, Asgeir stayed to see his friend pass away. The dragon continued smithing for several years until he grew restless and began traveling.

Picture/Appearance:

In his dragon form, Asgeir has six legs, a long regal neck, and piercing auburn eyes. Inky black scales slide down neatly from his lips to strong tail. Only his two curling horns and underside are absent of scales.

In his favorite human form (which measures easily 7 feet tall), Asgeir has slender eyes, dark smooth skin, and messy black hair.

Other:

Being clumsy and untrained, Asgeir relies mostly on exaggerated strength and creating distractions in battle.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Okamigirl
Name: Echidna (Ech for short. Pronounced Eck)
Age: 141
Gender: Female
Species: Dragon
Powers: Can regurgitate water from a special organ in her body that contains healing properties. Has a limited supply and replenishing the source leaves her vulnerable to attack. Can imitate other creatures (shape-shifting) for prolonged periods of time but for no longer than a week. She often resorts to this to escape from predators and/or enemies.
Weapons: A small knife and a harpoon.
Personality: Honest and open to strangers and associates. However, tends to be socially reserved and uncomfortable around people. Prefers silent or low-energy company. She tends to lash out at people if they don't give her her space and spares very little of her patience for others, especially strangers. However, she normally shows her dislike through passive aggression and rarely acts out in a more violent manner.
Bio: Separated herself from her parents at around 50 years of age. This was due to differences in ideas and beliefs. After she separated from them, she resorted to roaming, often picking off livestock from small farms and catching other food from nearby bodies of water. Eventually, she found a secluded lake in a wooded area that she currently resides in.
Picture/Appearance: Patterns on her skin alike to a chain moray eel, with brown patches and white/yellow "chains". Furthermore, as her anatomy is similar to that of a moray eel's, she has a set of pharyngeal jaws as well as a crest such as those found on moray eels. Furthermore, she has feelers on her back which are very sensitive to changes in temperature, pressure, and movement in the water, although out of land they lie flat against her back.




Other: Is a dragon developed for water, thus giving her a great lung capacity of roughly 30 min-1 hr.
Cyclopes:

Quote:
Originally Posted by Okamigirl
Name: Abha
Age: 341
Gender: Prefers xe/xir/xirs/xirself pronouns although will occasionally accept female pronouns if that person is close to Abha.
Species: Cyclops
Powers: Xe can increase xir size greatly, although prolonged use can cause distortions in xir body size that could lead to complications of xir body. Xe can also control the light around xirself and often take light out of the environment and infuse it into xir weapon, often making it stronger. This ability has limits in that its power depends on the amount of light in the immediate area.
Weapons: A bhuj (an Indian weapon) and a bow and arrow.
Personality: Amicable and hospitable. Enjoys giving help to those who need it and generally does xir best to uphold a kind demeanor towards those xe meet. Xe often does try to help too many people at once and can become unreliable and is frequently exhausted due to the amount of people that end up relying on xir. This can result in xe losing many friends and xe becoming more distant with close companions. However, it is something xe's working on and Abha is a well-rounded person who enjoys being around people, is mature, and thoughtful.
Bio: Lived with a large family with healthy relationships which helped Abha with future relationships in xir life. As Abha grew older xe became more inclined towards exploration, denying xir natural kindred spirit, and left xir family for a temporary journey. As xe traveled, xe became attached to certain towns and their people. This made it difficult for Abha to leave those areas and return to xir family, resulting in a greatly lengthened journey.
Picture/Appearance:
Other: Abha often doesn't wear clothing such as the ones seen in the image above. Xe tends to wear more loose clothing, such as tunics and slack pants.
Night Elf

Quote:
Originally Posted by Velvet
Name: Veranae Maelirii
Age: 531
Gender: Female
Species: Night Elf
Powers:

Animal communication -
Veranae has obtained the ability to communicate with animals. The communication is more of a form of understanding and a call for aid if needed instead of direct "speech" between her and the animal. With this power Veranae is able to form closer bonds with nature.

Conjuration -
This ability allows Veranae to conjure spirit forms of animals to fight for her. However it can only be done for a limited amount of time and requires a lot of energy and concentration.

Night Eye -
A simple ability that allows Veranae to see perfectly clear at night, even in the darkest of situations. Downside is that any sudden brightness in these extreme dark situations can cause damage to her eyes that temporarily blinds her.

Weapons:
She carries a dagger crafted with the darkest ore called Ebony mined by her people. Extremely sharp and perfectly designed for sneak kills.
She also carries a bow and arrows crafted from the same ore.

Personality:
Veranae (Vera for short) is what can be described as somewhat rough around the edges. She isn't the friendliest of creatures and doesn't usually form close bonds with anyone except animals and animal like creatures. With the war raging on, Vera has a weakness when it comes to having to kill any animal-like shape shifter for it reminds her too much of her animal companions. So one could say she is overly soft-hearted when it does come to animals.

Bio:
Being raised in a large city of Night Elves as a noble daugter, Vera learned early on the proper ways to defend herself and present herself. She is a descendent of the late King and a mistress he had on the side. The queen remains alive and though she regards Vera as an act of betrayal by her late husband, she cared for the child as if she were her own for she could bare no children of her own.

Vera would never learn who her true mother was for after the King's death, the Queen ordered the mistress found and imprisoned out of sheer jealousy.

Since Vera's personality differed greatly from the woman who raised her, she tended to stray from the "proper" lady path and learned more of magic and defense behind closed doors. And as she grew older and was no longer a child, she had no desire to sit upon the throne, but instead to dive head first into the thick forests that were east of the great city.

Picture/Appearance:
Mermaids

Quote:
Originally Posted by Shikabane Hime
Name:
Ariella Persphone Wa'Terra

Age:
1060

Gender:
Female

Species:
Mermaid

Powers:
Siren's Song
Shapeshifter
Spirit of the waters

Weapons:
Shark Fangs
Priestess' Heart

Personality:
Ariella is a very helpful mermaid and she is very kind to those she meets. Loyal to her friends and the ones who protect her, she holds great respect for those who respect her and others. When angered she is a force to be reckoned with since she is well trained with Siren's Song and Spirits of the Waters. Around new people, she can be a little shy, but it goes away over time.

Bio:
Ariella was born to the leaders of the Merfolk of the ocean. They didn't really believe in a king or queen, but used titles such as Priest, Priestess, Shrine Maidens, etc. Ariella began training as the next powerful Priestess much like her mother, offering blessings to those who come to see her, either with her own people or those who come from the dry world. Ariella is very peaceful and didn't really bother with war, however when the war came to her home in the Kingdom of Oceania, Ariella's mother and father went right to work.

However, it wasn't long before many of her friends and family were killed left and right. Ariella was soon left alone to lead her people through the war. However, she hadn't grown fond of this war. Out of worry, Ariella took it upon herself to protect her home of Oceania and those who need to be blessed, as well as protecting those who don't with to be in the war.


Picture/Appearance:
human

Disguise Mermaid form

True


Other:
Ariella wears a necklace given to her by her mother, a very powerful Priestess, it is a symbol of her people and give away that she is the Priestess ruler of Oceania. Due to how she looks, Ariella often gets hit on by most beings in Oceania and on land. She often ignores them, knowing they only want her for her body.
Pegasus

Name:

Akassa Anumi

Age:

1,000

Gender:

Female

Species:

Pegasus Guardian

Powers:

Control Over Wind: Akassa, being a creature of flight, has control over winds. She can control winds at any given time, though the stronger the winds, the weaker it makes her.

Sight: Akassa has the ability to see into the future. She can't control when her visions hit her and she often passed out for a while after having them. Most of them are helpful but they are all subject to change.

Animal Communication: Akassa also has the ability to communicate with animals. She can read the minds of any animals and when she speaks, all creatures can understand her. This is very helpful when delivering messages but not all of the creatures she can communicate with are willing to help her.

Weapons:

One of her main weapons is her wind whip. It is simply a pole that is easily held in her hand. It only acts as a small weapon unless she summons her wind to act as the lash of the whip. She also has daggers made from crystal and a crystal bow and arrow.

Personality:

Akassa is has a fiery attitude. She doesn't hold back her opinions and she is very brave. She is always ready to make great sacrifices to save her friends. Despite this, she knows when she has been beaten and is always ready to admit defeat when the need be. To those that know her, she can be kind and carrying when her desire to be right isn't around.

Bio:

Akassa grew up in a palace, being the princess of the unicorns and such. Though she was raised to be a proper princess, Akassa is far from being spoiled. She is very generous and is always willing to help out. She grow up with a mother who was much the same so it makes sense. When the war began, her mother was killed in one of the first battles and this ignited her father's rage.

Although she has many aspects from both her father and mother, she, luckily, got her mothers levelheadedness. She was always there to help her father with battle plans. She was willing to do anything to help avenge her mother's death. However, those plans changed when her father was murdered by an assassin sent by one of the royals from another species. Although she felt anger for the death of both of her parents, she didn't let it get the best of her.

She was left alone to rule her people alone, not even having a mate, which was unusual for Pegasi her age. Her devotion is towards the protection of her people and she will do anything to assure it. She only wishes that this dreadful war would end. Little does she know that she is one of the keys to complete the puzzle to end the war. She has no clue of what lies ahead of her but she will do anything to help end the war.

Picture/Appearance:

Human:



True Form:



Other:

She can often be found alone in the garden of her castle, thinking over her past and planning strategies for the next battle, though she wishes they would stop.


Minotaurs

Quote:
Originally Posted by Andraus
Name: Alistair Plantagenet

Age: 669

Gender: Male

Species: Minotaur Guardian

Powers:

~Invisibility~
For a awhile, Alistair can fade away, taking on a chameleon like effect. This has it's draw-backs, as it can only be used if he's perfectly still, and it requires a lot of energy to keep up.

~Shape-Shift~
Able to Morph out of his Minotaurian Form, and into that of a human. The Problem is he can only change into a human, and doing so leaves his body physically weaker.

~Iron Skin~
Alistair cane bring up a skin of iron, making attacks on him alot weaker, and suffering less damage from them. Problem is, It only works on physical attacks, as magic still does the appropriate effect. It also causes him to be slower.

Weapons: War Axe, Steam-powered Revolver, Chained Hook

Personality: A Calm individual Under pressure, Alistair displays a look of perfect concentration during battle. Outside of Battle, he's know as a Head-strong, fight first individual, known for doing anything to get the job done. He also displays a perverted Personality, liking what he calls 'The Finer things in life. Outside of that, he's known to be a mean drunk, though he only drinks when he can afford it (breaking furniture is expensive man)

Bio: An Illegitimate Child between a Plantagenet, and a Bull, Alistair is technically in line for the Throne, with papers proving such (he's managed to explain the age by paying off couples every dozen's of years). However, due to the sensitive nature of this matter, he's been paid off by the Human's for not staking his claim. This has made him quite wealthy, and offers him great luxury unheard-of by other Minotaurs.

A Common love for battle, and a respect for anyone with the strength to fight, Alistair lives a life of pure joy, in his eyes. There were never any shortage of battles to fight, or enemy's to destroy, and he being paid for it! What was not to love?

Outside of Combat, he's been known to chase mermaids, elves, or any female with a pleasing body. Considered a pervert by some, he's made up for it by being unexpectedly gentlemen-like to his partners. Other than a keen love for Fine Liquor, and a head-strong personality, he's been known as a Dependable, if unethical, ally in any situation.

Picture/Appearance: Minotaur Form

Human Form

Other: In certain situations, to alleviate stress, he'll do something completely random.
Harpies

Name:

Barkydle (last name unkown)

Age:

950

Gender:

Male

Species:

Harpy Guardian

Powers:

Mind reading: He can read minds though if he does this on too many people in a row, he grows weak.

Enhanced vision: He can see far distances and at night but after he finishes, his eye sight is a little blurry for a bit.


Speed Flight: Like all of his species, he can fly. His flying, however, is twice the speed of any others in his race. He has yet to figure out why.

Weapons:

His weapons consist of a katana, two daggers, and his feathers which can become sharp at his command and used as throwing darts.

Personality:

Barkydle is, in the nicest of terms, a ladies man. He loves flirting and is very good at it. He is also arrogant, egotistical, and condescending. He also takes very few things seriously and is always in the mood to play around and annoy people.

Bio:

Barkydle is the general of the Harpies. He is the prince's most trusted friend and always has been. They grew up together and were hardly ever apart. Despite what people think, he did earn his position. He loves playing with the feelings of others, takes great joy in it actually. He always has, though not many know why. He has never told anyone of the relationship that made him the way he is and never plans to. After you get past his arrogance and play boy attitude, he has a soft side which is seldom shown to anyone and the only person who ever saw it was his family, whom are all dead now due to the war. His only wish is to end this war, even if death is the only path to do so.

Picture/Appearance:




Light Elf

Quote:
Originally Posted by Dongle
Name:

Jessie Egg

Age:

23

Gender:

Male

Species:

Light Elf

Powers:

Necromancy (has a size-quantity ratio, i.e. the larger the soul, the fewer souls Jessie can raise. The art leaves him weaker to physical attacks), healing magic (takes time, thus leaving him vulnerable, esp. in battle).

Weapons:

Small crystal knife, bow and arrows, hand ax.

Personality:

Jessie is very strong willed, persuasive, and persistent. While not commonly interested in others, he is compulsively caring when others are distraught. It's just that he's not able to read other's emotions so well. He does have worse social skills than he thinks, and comes off as condescending. Despite holding himself with dignity, Jessie is sensitive. Inevitability terrifies Jessie.

Bio:

As an only child, Jessie grew up spoiled. He hardly went to school because hiking in nearby ruins was more interesting. There was some unexplainable gravity of nature that pulled Jessie further and further from home until one day after his 16th birthday he left home. Here and there he'd befriend someone, learning a few things before ultimately leaving them. Guilt grabs hold of Jessie on occasion for ditching his parents, but his need of adventure eclipses this.

Picture/Appearance:

Phoenix

Quote:
Originally Posted by happydeath
Name
Takumi Katsu

Age
Looks to be around his late teens if not early twenties. His true age has yet to be known.

Gender
Male

Species
Phoenix Guardian

Powers
Telekinesis
He has the ability to go from basic to advanced with no real issue; however, he does known slight bits of being able to use his power of telekinesis at a master level but at the risk of falling into a coma. Unlike those who would normally use their telekinetic powers quickly, Takumi must have concentration and time to use his power to a proper extent without exhausting his body too much. During this time, he is very vulnerable to attacks unless defended.
Fire manipulation
Obviously, as being a phoenix guardian; Takumi has the ability to manipulate fire to his very will in many different shapes and forms. He is able to create the flame around his or others body almost as though it were an armor or enchant weaponry with the flames of the phoenix, etc. However, unlike many other phoenixes who may use their flame to no end of an extent; Takumi seems to become weaker as he uses his fire ability from each time he uses it, depending on how large of a scale he uses his flame. Unaware that this is caused to the multiple times he has 'died' and been revived.
Healing
Just as his telekinetic powers; Takumi has learned and nearly mastered his power over healing in many different forms. He has already learned quite easily how to use the power of his heated aura to control the powers of basic to expert level easily. Although now that he trains to use the more advanced approach of healing; it seems as though this weakens his stamina all the more quickly than even his own telekinesis does. Due to this, if he continues to use his healing powers to the advanced level; he must be uninterrupted and able to concentrate on the severe wound carefully. Which once more, leaves Takumi very vulnerable to attacks.

Weapons
A large blazing scythe with four blades that are made from the flames of his phoenix form that never seem to die out. A cold steel katana which has already been enchanted with his flame manipulation as well, only the tip of the blade has been enchanted to the very max so that whenever it lands a strike on the enemy; waves of unimaginable heat goes through their nerves and attempts to kill them instantly. Finally, his last weapon is one of his most common other than his scythe which is his sniper rifle; Takumi tends to enjoy using this weapon at the very most since it allows him to take out his targets more silently and from a longer range but as well as putting them through the least amount of pain possible.

Personality
Out of the three forms that Takumi is able to switch between; the only form that seems to match his personality the very best would be his second form which is his hybrid form. Within this form, he is also at his youngest looking form since he looks to be no more than a young teenage boy with wings for arms and the lower half of his body covered in feathers and finally talons as feet. Within his hybrid form, Takumi would be thought to be shy and defenseless; almost as though he wouldn't dare even think of harming a fly. That much is half correct, Takumi truly is a shy person who rarely enjoys speaking out loud to people he doesn't know too well. However, if it comes to protecting himself or others; he is not to be underestimated since he will be willing to fight and protect himself and others without question on who he must fight in the end.

Bio
From what Takumi could remember from his childhood; he was born into a small orphanage that was funded only by the citizens of the phoenix race. Due to it barely getting any funding since it was only the citizens of the phoenix race funding them, the orphanage had to do their best to share food, water and toys around with the other children. Takumi was no expection but there was a big difference between him and many of the other children around him; unlike how the other orphans had tried to be greedy wherever they could and screamed their heads off whenever they didn't get what they wanted; Takumi was always the more silent one who barely ever spoke to anyone and took whatever he needed when he could. The citizens that took care of the orphans within the building had usually took their attention onto Takumi in concern multiple times since how he acted worried them.
No matter what, even when others spoke to him; he normally ran away and hid from others and just watched people from afar. There were times when he did speak up but normally they would be single worded answers just to get things across before going silent once again.
As the war between the races raged on and finally reached the land of the phoenixes, it was only a matter of time that the citizens of the race of phoenixes would be unable to continue funding the orphanage. Due to no funding going to the orphanage and the citizens starting to care for themselves; the war slowly made it's way towards the actual orphanage as those who tried to take over the orphanage as just another part of their base had killed all the children; making sure they wouldn't be able to revive themselves from their ashes. What they hadn't expected was that when Takumi was in danger, his fear had ended up bringing out a large amount of power that he was unaware that he had built up deep within himself. In an instant, he immediately engulfed the entire building in a fit of black flames for what seemed like forever; incinerating everyone and everything that was inside the building.
By the time Takumi had reawakened after passing out within the orphanage, after getting up; Takumi had decided to leave his land to go and find a place where he could find some peace in the world as to where he could live without all the fighting and killing. As he continued to travel each day, Takumi was forced to learn how to speak more and more towards those he didn't know. From time to time though, he tends to get memories of his people and regrets for leaving the land as to where his people needed him the most; even if he couldn't really do anything to help them at the time being.
Picture/Appearance
Human~

Hybrid~

Phoenix~

Other
The only thing he is normally found doing other than traveling at times is drawing pictures of new things he finds if not dreams he has of the land of his race before it was pulled into this senseless war.

Basilisk

Quote:
Originally Posted by happydeath
Name
Ryosuke Yuudai

Age
1100

Gender
Male

Species
Basilisk Guardian

Powers
Dark Energy Manipulation
Although his power to use dark energy is near advanced to the point that he is able to create even portals and enchant weaponry with the power of darkness; he is still young compared to many of elders of the Basilisk clan and their ability to control the darkness. As he continues to use the power of dark energy, his body tends to fail him at times as his limbs go numb from one piece after another whenever he uses his power. It takes near hours sometimes and other times just minutes for him to get his feeling back into his limbs. Also depending on the scale of his power used, more and more of his limbs are numbed. Unaware that if he continues to use this power without any mentorship from his people, he will risk the death of his own life.
Poison Generation
Ryosuke's fangs in both his true form as well as his human forms allow him to enchant nearly anything he wishes if not just in generally poisoning anyone or any being he wishes.(obviously expect those immune to poison.) Not only that, but unlike many of his people; Ryosuke's blood itself is poisonous although it may still give the look, smell and taste of ordinary blood; within his blood stream is a deadly toxin that affects other beings that dare try to get a even a single drop of it upon their tongue, lips or any open wound to get into their blood stream. The one problem is that this poison does not mean it doesn't affect himself either since it is his own blood; this means that he must take his antidote every so often to keep himself from being killed by his own poison. Luckily, he has been working on a way to figure out how to make it so that he body can either become immune to his own poison if not make it so that the antidote will always run through his blood stream to keep him from dying but keep his blood poisonous.
Shedding
Unlike what many others what consider this be like a simple snake shedding it's skin to make more room for them to become more large. Ryosuke's form of shedding allows him to completely shed away all the pain and scars that his body had received after long periods of time. Some would call this regeneration, however the difference is that Ryosuke is not able to do this each time he is harmed; it is a process that he may only do once every several weeks and even when he does it, it takes several minutes for the process to be completely done so that he may come out a completely new body.

Weapons
A pair of Komainu, a large sword enchanted with his dark energy and a pistol that shoots only dark energy. He rarely uses his gun since he feels as though it is a waste of his dark energy power considering how much force it requires for every shot.

Personality
At first glance, many would think of Ryosuke as someone would call the 'villain' since many of those who looked at his face would become intimidated due to how he nearly looks as though he is always serious. However, underneath his facial expression he is actually very kind and opposes the whole fact that there is a war between all the races. He's generous enough that he knows that there are many others out there from both his own race along with other races that are suffering due to the war and wishes to help them to the best of his ability. However, even with that thought in his head; from how he looks even his own people at times shun him away although he is not one to back down and just take the pain and let it get to him. He is stubborn to the very end.

Bio
Ryosuke had been born and raised with a single mother due to his father dying in battle during this seems to be endless war. Being raised by simply his mother in one of the more poor districts on the land of the Basilisks, it was difficult for Ryosuke and his mother to survive just everyday living since just trying to get food was near impossible with how his mother had no possible way to make money. She had no choice but to stay with her son at all times and make sure to keep him healthy due to his strange condition with being born with poison in his blood. Unaware of the situation they were in as nothing more than an infant, Ryosuke's mother had done her best to simply just steal food whenever and wherever she could for her son to eat and while doing her best to eat whatever she could when her son couldn't eat anymore.
As the years went by, it was only a matter of time that Ryosuke's mother had become even too weak to move but luckily her son had grown up old enough to take care of himself at this point. Spending most of his life to try and keep his mother alive, Ryosuke never hesistated to do anything that could keep his only family alive; even if it meant killing someone of his own kind. Of course, he regretted his actions but it was for his mother in the end; but no matter how much he tried her death came much too soon for him to handle it.
Ever since she had died, Ryosuke felt empty as though there was no purpose to his life any further as he barely ate, drank and barely even care about his medicine that he needed to take for his poisonous blood. The day that his death was to come due to his blood killing off the rest of his organs, Ryosuke had passed out in the small ruined home only to be found by the royal family of the Basilisks. The Empress and Emperor had found Ryosuke and brought him into their kingdom to care for him back to health. By the time Ryosuke had reawakened to find that the Empress and Emperor had saved his life, they asked him why he was in such a run down home only to be told the entire story of his life.
When the story had been completed, neither of them could think of anything else to do but to take Ryosuke in as their own child. Even though they had done their best to try and spoil him; Ryosuke was always a stubborn child who always woke up early in the morning even before the guards to do daily practice and even train his body in the ways of different styles of fighting, art and even cooking. Ryosuke refused to just sit around and let himself be spoiled around like a princess; he wanted to make his parents proud of what he was becoming. As he grew older and older; it was only a matter of time that Ryosuke finally felt as though he were ready to leave his home. Telling his 'mother and father' about his idea to leave and try to find a way to stop the war in any possible way he could; he sought out on a journey in hopes to find someone who would feel the way as he did and stopped all the senseless fighting.
Picture/Appearance
Human~

Basilisk~

Other
He has learned to cook cuisine foods with anything he can find in the wild no matter what it is. His food not only looks good, but also has been known to be the best throughout his entire race and even a few other races that have decided to ally themselves with the Basilisk. Other times when he is not cooking or traveling, he will tend to either be found reading his mother's book if not playing an instrument that he can find anywhere or his mother's own ocarina.
Centaur:

Quote:
Originally Posted by Shikabane Hime
Name:
Ingrid Lockhart

Age:
600, looks about 17

Gender:
Female

Species:
Centaur Guardian

Powers:
Second Sight - She has to have something that belonged to the person to be about to sense them.
Earth Manipulation
Senses of the Horse

Weapons:
- Nature's Heart and Arrows
- Lockhart's blade

Personality:
Ingrid has a very protective personality and she can have her moments of seriousness. She can be funny, however, she tries to hide it since she has a lot on her plate. She refuses to show weakness around her enemies as well as her allies. However, she has her moments of being girly, being called cute or adorable would make her blush pink. She never shows how she really feels, in fear of people thinking that she is weak.

Bio:
Ingrid was born to Grand Duchess Heather E. Thomas-Lockhart and Grand Duke Fredrick J. Lockhart of the Eastern Tribe. She was raised to be a lady in waiting, however she didn't want that role. SHe wanted to be a warrior, a tribal warrior her people loved and respected. However, she knew that would be a hindrance to her due to her centaur form. Ingrid's form was corrupted before she was born by a create whose true identity was beyond anyone's grasp, the Gorganians. Her mother, Heather, had been a warrior and she fought against a small group of the Gorganians with her husband, Fredrick. However, they were no match for them. In the end of the fight, a Gorganian female placed a finger on Heather's forehead and somehow warped her body, causing her unborn child to bare the features of a Gorganian. Ingrid was never told this until her 4th birthday when she was told she was cursed.

Heather and Fredrick told Ingrid that a Gorganian was the one who caused her to be like this. However, no matter how she looked, they would still love her. Ingrid grew to hate the Gorganians and wanted to get her revenge on them, destroy them completely and rid their existence away off the planet. Heather and Fredrick decided to help their daughter as they trained her to be a warrior. The Royal family, her close family members, allowed her to train with the knights to become the Centaur Guardian. They knew of her condition, but she refused to allow that to stop her. She wanted to stop the Gorganian, and prove that even a curse like her, can be something great.


Picture/Appearance:
human


True


Other:
Ingrid has been picked on for her centaur form for as long as she could remember, believing that she is a curse. She holds no grudges for anyone who picked on her. Ingrid goes by her nicknames Iggy, Grid, Scales, and Fluffy. In her centaur form, her weapons are fused into her arms, her centaur form is twice as strong and fast.
Druid:

Quote:
Originally Posted by Andraus
Name: Fukushū Hana (Literal Translation 'Vengeance Blossoms' )
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Druid Guardian
Powers:

~Beast Lordship~
Has Control over the Beasts and Animals of the Land. He can see through the eyes of the creatures, understand their speech, and use them as spies. His knowledge of the matter is limited, as his teaching was cut short. He can only control creatures who are driven slowly by animal instinct. Other creatures with will-power (such as dragons or phoenix's) are beyond his control. He also can only control them for so long.

~Kinetic Manipulation~
Can manipulation the Kinetic energy around an Area or object. (e.i. Giving a metal ball the speed of a bullet, or using it as a quick boost from one spot.) The Trouble is that he can't use this all the time, as doing so affects mental fortitude. Overuse could cause a range of symptom's (from Dizziness, to fatigue, and even a week-long coma).

~Nature Mage~
The forces of this world are at his control. However, He can only control his to a basic extent, as he just doesn't know enough to do more (such as mixing elements, turning copper to gold, and creating life from nothing)

Weapons: Sword-staff, Bag of Metal balls, Katana
Personality: Rebellious of any law or government, and determined to fight it whenever possible. Can come off as blunt, and uncaring, but has a strong sense of loyalty to his friends and allies. Has a tendency to blindly believe in what he fights for, instead of seeing the bigger picture.
Bio: Fukushū is a Tribal Druid, born to the Tribe Chieftain, and the Shaman. At Apprentice level at age 5, Fukushū found himself rising high above his fellows, but never let his status blind him. In his eyes, he was just another person. He used his abilities to benefit the Druid Tribes (gathering water, hunting game, and fighting off raiders). He lived a life of relative peace, and felt content with the work he did.

it was all taken from him.

The Nomadic Druid tribes began being attacked by Members of various races, during the war. While being no strangers to violence, The druids were not a war-faring people, and many of the tribes were being decimated. The tribes all banded together, an event that had not happened in ages, and settled in the Southern Marsh lands, using the areas natural benefits to protect themselves.

Fukushū saw his people being destroyed, for a war they wanted nothing to do with. He sent plea's for aid to every race: Basilisk, Harpy, Unicorn, Minotaur, The Elves, all of them. None sent any aid, and Fukushū's people continued to suffer.

Then it happened.

Returning home from another failed attempt at aid, he found his Village being burned to the ground. Harpies had attacked it out of the blue. While trying to mount a defense, he was knocked unconscious by a Harpy leader. When he awoke, he was alone, amongst the dead. His family was killed, as were the men, woman and children of the village.

Fukushū swore, on the graves of his village, that he would bring peace to this world, or die trying. His core belief is that the leader-ship of this world is exploiting it's people. He's begun a one-man aggressive campaign on the ruling classes of the other races (focusing extra hard on the harpies). He's not a bad-man, he tries to help others when he can, but believes that in order to bring peace, he must destroy what many have worked hard to build.

Picture/Appearance:
Other: He's not overly fond of anyone outside his race. He does have a tolerance for Minotaurs and Mermaids, but has a deep-rooted hatred for Harpies.
Faerie:

Quote:
Originally Posted by ~LONGCAT~
Name: Jarile Strixthorn
Age: 52 (Still young)
Gender: Male
Species: Faerie Gaurdian
Powers:
Animus Speak: Mostly uses this to communicate with insects and other small woodland critters. Forgets he's speaking it when talking with large beings. Likes to alter translations.
Illusion magic: Small scale illusions; sounds, flits of light, minor appearance alters. The larger the illusion the less believable.
Accelerated Growth: Ability to coax growth in plants. Can't force things to grow where they otherwise won't. The faster he forces something to grow the quicker he tires out. Too much and he can pass out from the magic exertion.
Weapons: Owl blade, poisoned thorns
Personality: A true fae he is a trickster by nature, but he will avoid direct confrontation at all costs. He is acutely aware of his size and is quick to defend the “benefits” of being small. Cocky about his abilities, stunned when they don't work, will blame it on anything he can.
Bio: Growing up in the fae-hive as the son of a thorn-smith he knew that mediocrity was all that was expected of him. He wanted to prove them wrong, but the only help he could get was from outside the fae-hive. The forest is full of creatures not all are friendly many are harmful, especially as you near the swamps, yet he managed to befriend a will-o-wisp. Learning how to use illusion to trick large-beings further into the swamp and forest, he found a way to aid his own. Although most of what large-beings carried on them was too big to be useful to the faeries they still would raid and steal things from caravans that found themselves lost in the forests. He still hasn't received recognition for his ideas and work. This is a huge sore point for him. Will often retreat into swamps when he's feeling down or defeated.
Picture/Appearance:
Other: Not afraid of water like most faeries, but is still wary of deep water.

Name: Fatusia / Nickname: Fate
Age: Old
Gender: Female
Species: Will-o-wisp
Powers:
Swamp-walk: Can teleport between swamps. Cannot travel far outside of swamps.
Illusion: Powerful illusions, they fade slowly during their duration. But giggles incessantly during them.
Weapons: None
Personality: Mean-spirited and a trickster, takes enjoyment from others pain and misfortune. Very vain, will lash out against those who say anything negative about her. Not very intelligent.
Bio: Lived in swamps for as long as the swamps know. She was growing bored with a particular patch and was ready to move on when a young faerie stumbled through, he seemed to be in enough trouble on his own, especially since his kind rarely ventured to her lands. Intrigued she reached out to him, what started as a game for her turned into an honest friendship. Jarile is the only creature she cares for besides herself.
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Fire Demon:

Quote:
Originally Posted by Antagonist
Name: Janus

Age: Somewhere in the thousands.

Gender: N/A

Species: Fire Demon

Powers:
  1. Pyrokinesis/Heat Empowerment - Can create and manipulate fires up to over a thousand degrees Celsius and drawing strength from the heat, although the higher the temperature, the shakier Its control. Due to Janus' dependability on fire and heat, It does not enjoy nor fare well in areas with high humidity or low temperatures. Janus is almost completely helpless if submerged underwater.
  2. Enhanced Strength and Durability - Janus can easily lift several tons worth of weight without too much stress. It can also take much damage and continue on, though a good portion of this relies on Its current whereabouts; in a volcanic environment Janus is near-indestructible, being able to absorb the heat and fire from Its surroundings to replenish Its strength, while being in a cold or humid environment It would be weakened instead. If caught in an aquatic environment, Janus would be about as powerful as a newborn foal.
  3. Soul Absorption - Less a 'power' and more an ability to not starve to death. While demons are able to temporarily live off of the energies of their affiliated element, souls of the deceased are the 'nutrients' that they require in order to not starve, which doesn't help with what little reputation they have. Depending on how powerful the demon and the soul is, sometimes a soul is unable be devoured.
Weapons: Janus mostly relies on Its own brute strength, claws, tail, and fire-abilities when in combat. Its main 'weapon' is Its tail; a long whip-like string of concentrated heat easily three times Its body length that can be used as a cutting wire. For mid- to long-distance combat It would either send out gouts of fire from Its hands or hurl fireballs at Its enemies.

Personality: As a demon, Janus is callous, self-preserving, and selfish. Nothing matters more than Itself, and if the situation doesn't look right, It will not hesitate and abandon Its companions or even shove them at Its enemies in order to preserve Its own hide. However, Janus is also a lot more straight-forward than Its other brethren, and does not bother with 'loopholes' when making a deal with others. When It says something, It usually means it. Janus can hold a grudge for a very, very long time. If Its grudge-bearer had expired before It could exact retribution upon them, It will take out Its wrath on their descendants or anyone connected to them until It's had Its revenge.

Bio: Having come to existence in the middle of the war, battle was almost all Janus has ever known. The demon clans believe that the war is a golden opportunity for them to rise to power amongst the other creatures inhabiting the world and would often plot on how to take advantage of the situation. Janus doesn't care either way. After thousands of years of almost non-stop fighting, It was starting to get tired of it all and wants to find something else to do. Although as to what It wanted to do, Janus has no idea yet. For now, It mostly just wanders from place to place, seeing the sights, sometimes working as a mercenary, and occasionally joining in a bar fight or two...(which usually ends with the bar burning down in flames, and that really doesn't help with what tatters of Its reputation It has at all)

Picture/Appearance:


Other: Janus hates the wet and cold and does not like creatures associated with either element. It has a strange fondness for trying out different material cuisines, even though most demons normally prefer to devour the souls of the deceased.
Gorganian

Quote:
Originally Posted by Shikabane Hime
Name:
Mirage Crystella-Pearla

Age:
Unknown, looks about 19 - 20

Gender:
Female

Species:
Gorganian

Powers:
Insan Wrap
Advanced Level and the strongest of her people. When she is using this power though, she can't use any other power except for her regeneration.

Gorgania's Nightmare
IN order for this power to work, Mirage has to know the fear of the person she is attacking.

Gorgania's Healing Touch
Advanced Level as well as a small piece of Master Level, she can replace her lost limbs quickly. It would take a least 2 - 10 minutes for it to regrow. However, if she is fighting, it will take her longer since she has to concentrate.

What she has mastered in the Master Level:
Cellular regeneration and rejuvenation.


Weapons:
§Crystella's Tear
§Her body (Her teeth, tail, the blades on her body, and claws.)

Personality:
Mirage is a gentle soul. She is very sweet, kind, and sometimes peaceful if she is in a good mood. She holds a great honor for those who respect her and her people, despite the fact her kind has been forgotten almost completely it seems. Mirage is regarded by her people as responsible, headstrong and very wise. She makes sure that everyone's opinion is heard and not forgotten. It's almost next to impossible for Mirage to get angry, however, if it happens, it isn't a pretty site. Mirage goes dead silent and appears to be almost emotionless as well as hold a neutral glare. What doesn't help is the fact her silver eyes are brighter than most of her people.

Even though, this is her personality, she doesn't share it with everyone. Around other creatures, she is a little more bitter and somewhat rude. However, she isn't completely cruel towards them since, to her, they are children in her eyes. Sometimes she is very emotionless and holds no regards towards the other beings, she doesn't trust them. Due to her stubborn attitude, she can be a bit scary once her mind is set. Despite the fact her people aren't known for holding grudges, Mirage has held one for a long time. Because of that, a sadistic side of her was created, she doesn't let her people see it. She fears she would make her people be afraid of her, when all she wants is pay back.


Bio:
Mirage was born to the King and Queen of the Gorganians, rulers of Gorgana. She was the heart of her people, everyone adored her. The king and queen took great care of their little princess, despite the fact she was a bit adventurous. Many of the guards would watch as she attempted to like one of her parents, speaking baby gibberish and rattling her rattle towards them. However, what Mirage didn't know is her mother and father were dealing with a few problems. Other mythical beings never had the land they needed to expand their territories, due to loss of crops and/or livestock. Because of this, they would often come to the Gorgana and asked for assistance. Of course, they didn't mind and offered the land needed for the beings to raise their livestock and crops.

Of course, this continued for the next century and a half, young Mirage would soon grow up into a small toddler and her actions would continue to be a little more daring. However, her parents were going to be a little busier due to the mythical beings' situation and have yet to come up with a protector. So her mother and father soon told the public of the protector training, which anyone could join. After many months, many of the Gornganians who tried out to take the guardian position were voted out one by one until a small group made it to the end game. The king and queen told the group it wasn't them who was going to pick, but young Mirage. The young female toddler would wobble over towards the older Gorganians and she would come to her decision in the form of a few squeals. After she picked her protector, Mirage would test her protector herself by getting into some silly messes every once in a while. Seeing how much she could push her limits, even though, there were times she did get hurt.

Four centuries would fly by as Mirage grew up into a fine young woman, watching her parents speak with the other mythical beings as they asked for land usages for crops and livestock. Of course, as the gentle giants they are, they allowed them. Sometimes if the Gorganians' harvest was plentiful, they would share the crops and meats with the mythical beings. Mirage would sometimes go to the mythical creatures to spend her time with them, often going on random adventures on the vast lands of the Gorganian Kingdom. Of course, she had fun. She was naive when it came to making friends and trusting people. Unfortunately, since Mirage never used negative feelings, she didn't know all the faces she was seeing on each of the other mythical creatures faces were fake and they hid the true faces of jealousy and anger. Most of the mythical creatures were angry with the fact the Gorganians had the most land than any other mythical being. The beings wanted to take the land for themselves and split it up evenly with everyone, depending on the species. But with the Gorganians brute size as well as their powers, they were afraid of what they could do if angered. So a plan had come up, a plan to overthrow and take the kingdom of Gorgana. However, they needed to know more about them since they never really seem to talk about themselves, they resorted to the very being the Gorganian loved and adored, Princess Mirage.

Every once in a while, they would ask about small facts on the Gorganians. They had to be careful about asking the questions as well as how many times they would ask. Asking about their powers, as well as how to 'train' with one. If they slip up once, Mirage could have all the beings removed off the land. Unfortunately, the beings didn't know that the king and queen were going to give them half of the land because they felt sorry for the beings who didn't have enough. Mirage, her mother and father decided to make it a surprise for them. Unfortunately, this would never happen, three centuries later, the attack happened. The other mythical beings attacked the Gorganians the night the moon was full. The citizens were taken back by the sudden attack. Some weren't able to fight back or didn't wish to harm the other beings, the king and queen were surprised by the sudden attack as well. Out of desperation, they ordered their daughter's protector to take Mirage and hide her away from the fighting. The king and queen, the strongest of the Gorganians fought valiantly against the other beings.

However, Mirage didn't really listen, she decided that she wanted to help, even though she didn't have her powers completely under control. Mirage ran from her protector and was ready to fight...but she wasn't able to do so. She saw the carnage happening in front of her, her people were being killed by the very people she trusted. Some of her people managed to fight back, killing off some of the beings, but this battle would be lost. The Gorganian people weren't use to fighting or harming people. They were used to a peaceful lifestyle and because of the fighting, it was now ruined. Mirage looked around, trying to find her parents. Everywhere she turned, she saw her people fighting for their lives for the first time. Mirage soon found the two beings she was looking for, her parents. They were fighting, and it appeared they were winning. Mirage was so happy when she saw this, she knew things would be ok and hopefully, this would be resolved. Unfortunately, that never happened.

The fighting lasted for what felt like forever. The Gorganians who were left from the fighting heard a blood curdling scream. All who heard it ran to the one who made it, it was Mirage. She was screaming as tears streamed from her eyes. The Gorganians didn't understand what was going on until they saw the blood on her body and their king and queen on the ground in pieces. Confusion filled their minds, they didn't understand why the king and queen weren't healing up, until they saw four mythical beings had destroyed the souls of their beloved rulers. The only way to truly kill them. Mirage was in hysterics, she was covered in their blood as she continued screaming. The Gorganians declared the kingdom lost, they had no choice but to retreat and this was a win for the other mythical beings. as the beings celebrated, the Gorganians quickly tried to bury their dead the best way they could. They hid the graves where no one could find them, fearing the graves would be disturbed. So out of desperation, the Gorganians and their new Queen, Mirage, hid from the other beings, never to be seen again.

A few millennia would pass, Mirage was still traumatized and dazed by the event, she didn't really talk to anyone but her protector. As the new Queen and the last member of the Crystella-Pearla Family, she had to lead her people back from their underground slumber. Once they returned, they came back to a world they didn't know, the beings from long before had died, which created a new age of mythical beings. Mirage soon led her people back to the land they called home, within was still inhabited by pixies and elves. The homes were rebuilt as well as the home of her family. So she and her people took to the trees, climbing and living in the makeshift treehouses they created. Mirage then visited her former home, taking a look around to see what they had done. When she asked how and where the village originally came from, she was outraged by the lies coming from their mouths. Saying the vast land was empty so they took shelter and split the land with other mythical beings. Mirage left the village, she was furious by the amount of lies she had heard, she wanted revenge. She wanted to get back at the ones who caused her and her people pain...and pain is what she will give.

Mirage told her people, it was time to pay the beings back for their foolery and have them experience the pain they felt for so long...And what better way to do that, than to start a war within the land. Mirage will not stop until everyone experienced the amount of pain and treachery she felt.


Picture/Appearance:
Human


True



Other:
In her human form, Mirage doesn't wear clothes when she is exploring. She wears bandages around her chest, between her legs, thighs, upper arms, head and her right eye. Her right eye was damaged severely when her home was invaded, and because of this it can't change not matter how much she tries, despite the fact it healed correctly. On her back she has the tattoo of her family, the Crest of the Crystella-Pearls. Only at home, Mirage will wear clothes in her human form. She will wear a gown and a headdress wore by her mother. Within her true form, Mirage is about 10 meters tall, so she has to stay on her hands and feet in order to be somewhat eye-level with everyone. Her silver eyes a little brighter than most. Mirage blames herself for her parent's death, believing if she was strong enough then they would still be alive.




SPOILERX


Race name:
Roylana Gorganian, Gorganian for short.

Age:
Gorganians age extremely slower than most creatures. The reason why is unknown to them, but they believe it has something to do with their blood, which is why Gorganians aren't allowed to share their blood with others unless necessary. Back in their time, it was believed Gorganians will never die unless killed, but this was proven wrong when Gorganians showed that they can by from old age.

Height:
The Gorganians were known for the great height, this sometimes intimidated some mythical beings because they feared what would happen if they were angered. Sometimes they can be up to 10 meters tall, however, there are times a Gorganian can be about 15 meters tall. Unfortunately, they can be very sluggish due to their height. In their human forms, depending on the Gorganian, they can be really short.

Powers:
Gorganians are very powerful, even though they have one power they all share, Gorganian also have their own powers. Royal Gorganians are considered the strongest of them all, although, it takes all Gorganians decades for their powers to grow.

Weapons:
Weapons are very common within the Gorganian race, not because they want them, but because they are born with them. Sometimes, their bodies have steel-like blades coming out of their skin. They can't change that, even if they wanted to. But recently, Gorganians have to use them in fights and building, due to the war Mirage started between the races. In their human forms, the carry swords they made.

Personality:
Many believed Gorganians were very cold towards others, believing they were better than other beings and everyone should obey them. However, Gorganians are technically considered one of the friendliest beings you would ever meet. They don't like violence and they keep away from those who cause trouble. They really only fight when they have to. When it comes to grudges, they don't really see a point having one, they believe in forgiveness and forgetting what happened. Live is too short to hold grudges.

Recently, the Gorganians have returned to the land they had called home and follow behind their grief stricken queen. They only hope that one day she will be able to let go what happened and accept that her parents died protecting her. All they want is for her to be her happy self once again.

Summary/Appearance:
The Gorganian is an ancient race of reptilian mammal-like creatures. Their intelligence was extremely high as well as enhanced senses and reflexes. According to rumors, Gorganians are said to be more twisted and evil versions of normal looking animals. They have thick armor-like skin that is very hard to cut through unless they are cut in the joints, which is the weak part of the armored skin. Within the Gorganian form, their eyes are a very shiny silver, often said to have pierced through darkness like the stars at night. Each Gorganian is different from one another. Some look like animals while some can look like a darker version of another species.

Government:
Monarchy

History:
Will be explained in RP.
Quote:
Originally Posted by happydeath
Name
Yukito Daishi
Age
His true age is unknown be appears to be around his early to mid twenties.
Gender
Male
Species
Gorganian /Bodyguard to Mirage
Powers
Gorganian Screech
Yukito is only able to use this power for a certain limited time and there are even points that he is unable to control the volume of just how loud he can shout. Using the ability for too long of a period of time can even cause him to shatter his own bones if not cause himself to go deaf for either a long period of time or even possibly permanently.
Corrupted Spark
Unlike the Gorganians that are able to use lightning to even the best of their extent; Yukito's power over the element allows him to use it and cause the lightning to come out pitch black which makes it much more dangerous and more powerful. However, the power of black lightning is not only much more powerful but also more difficult to control; if he isn't careful with his control over the dark element, he tends to even shock his own body and makes him completely stunned for easy chances to kill him. To this day, he practices his techniques to use the dark element to the best of his ability and maybe one day master the power.
Necromancy
This is a forbidden technique upon the people of the Gorganian people since he was told by the people who once raised him to be who he was originally not to ever disturb the dead. No matter where he stands, he is able to reach into the ground of wherever he stands to rip out the souls of the dead for them to do his bidding. Depending on how powerful the enemy he pulls out from the ground; it depends on how many he is able to retract from the ground he stands beneath. Normally, if he summons something along the lines of a near army sized amount of souls; he is unable to move for the entire time that the souls are wandering around.
Weapons:
He carries around with him a large katana around with him; whenever he goes into his true form the entire sword itself becomes the entire blade. He holds onto the blade by where the hilt originally is without being cut.(In picture.) Other times when refuses to unsheathe his katana, he uses a staff that helps regulate his powers over black lightning. Other than that, he would use his fists as his weapon.
Personality
Most of the time Yukito can be described as a serious person at nearly all times; and even to some he can be pictured as someone without any sort of emotion. Although that doesn't mean he acts like that at all times; the only person within the Gorganian kingdom that knows about his emotions about anything whatsoever is the leader of the people, being Mirage. Other than that, whenever he fights or he speaks with anyone outside of the kingdom he tends to be nearly emotionless or serious; he doesn't mean to act this way but he tends to do it self consciously. There are times during battle or speaking that he shows emotion however, those are extremely rare to see from him.
Bio
Since the day of his birth, Yukito was born with what those would call having a silver spoon in one's mouth. Ever since birth, he was spoiled as much as possible; this being both because he was born into a noble family but as well the fact that many Gorganians were afraid of him and his power. Unlike many Gorganians who are born, Yukito was a rare case to be able to be born with the ability of their race's screeching ability. So for a young child, whenever he was upset in any sort of way he would shout to the top of his lungs and at times nearly caused buildings of the ancient city to crumble down to nothingness. Luckily enough, Yukito was born during the time when the Gorganians were the dominant species of the entire world; this meant that the buildings and structures of the ancient city were much stronger and built to last many horrors.
With time passing by and Yukito growing up to learn to control his power of his shouting and how it became even louder depending on his anger; it was only a matter of time before the elders of the Gorganians decided that the best course of action that they were going to be able to take to protect their people and even Yukito from himself was to place a seal into his mouth. This however, did not mean he couldn't speak; the seal is imprinted onto his tongue to keep his ability of the Gorganian screech from being used unless it was removed.
Obviously enough; Yukito did not object to the idea and took the seal to his tongue. Ever since that day, life seemed so much more easy for Yukito since he slowly began to find out about his other powers that were slight less dangerous to those around him; such as his manipulation of the dark lightning and even his forbidden power of necromancy. Instructed that he was to never use the power to bring back the dead to any sort of way; although he was instructed not to practice his power of necromancy, being treated differently due to his seal over his tongue, Yukito had felt alone in the world and decided that he would train himself to control the power to bring back the dead and have someone there for him so that he could have someone or something to consider a friend.
As the years went by and the young Gorganian grew older and older to learn about his mysterious powers; with the fact with the other races starting to rebel against the people of Gorganian and a new ruler coming up to take the throne, the elders that were still alive had decided that it had been best course of action for the time being was to put Yukito as a bodyguard for their new queen's protection.
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Name: Willow
Age: 573
Gender: Female
Species: Dryad/Wood Nymph
Powers:

Flora Transformation - The ability to hide by transforming into trees and other plant species. Cannot move or fight back in this form.

Vine Embrace - Shoots seemingly unending vines that literally squeeze the life out of her enemy's. Can only be accomplished in dryad form.

Regeneration - Has the ability to regenerate lost limbs, heal wounds,and cure diseases. Can also purify water. Regrowing limbs almost always causes her to faint and/or always drains her energy to where she cannot move for hours on end.

Weapons: A wooden bow and arrows and a dagger carved of from an ancient willow tree.

Personality: Being a forest Dryad, Willow is wary and shy of other creatures. She is peaceful in nature, but if her forest and her tree friends were to come to any harm, she shows no mercy. In her dryad form, Willow is not a force to be messed with, but she will not attack unless provoked. Calm, quiet, and shy - one does not usually see a dryad in true form.

Bio: As her name suggests, her true flora form is a willow tree. The original grand willow created her from her own bark over 500 years ago to help protect the forest. Being created from the grand tree, Willow's life is forever connected to it. If the tree was to die, so would Willow. But she could die and the tree be fine.

Willow has spent many days of her long life protecting the sacred tree and doing whatever was necessary to make sure no harm would come to it. And though killing or harming others is not something she enjoys, Willow has killed different types of creatures who have threatened the forest, returning their body to the earth to provide nutrients to the seemingly never-ending lush plants and trees she cares for.

And now with the war raging on, Willow is constantly feeling threatened and painfully watches as the outer bounds of the forests and surrounding forests are turned to ash from fires or simply destroyed during battle. And though it is not natural for a dryad such as herself to stray too far from her creator, Willow has been venturing further and further away in order to attempt to scare potential danger away from her territory.

As the war rages on, Willow has been getting more and more sucked into the dangerous perils of the battles as they move closer to her domain.

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Willow often transforms into a great willow tree to escape from strangers.

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Name: Mal'res
Age: 91
Gender: Female
Species: Witch Guardian
Powers: Ability to manipulate arcane forces to conjure and manipulate natural forces, shapeshift, and regenerate from most wounds, though Witchweed is a powerful poison to her kind while cold iron burns to the touch.
Weapons: Spell Sword, an enchanted blade that serves as a focii, much like a staff or wand normally would, made from mithral, dragon's blood used to temper it instead of simple water, the combination making it nearly indestructible.
Personality: In a word, Mal'res is passionate. Any intellectual can learn magic, but real power comes from pouring your emotions into the working, and Mal has almost too much emotion. Many of her sisters have compared her to a tiny pixie, letting a single emotion fill her entirely, whether it be rage or joy or even lust.
Bio: There are many covens across the world, small hidden communities of witches, living together. Like the other races, they are just as caught up in this war, though their allegiance depends on the coven. Some covens pulled away from the conflict, some ally with some of the other races, and some even battle against one another.

Mal comes from one of the covens that isolated itself from the coven, hidden deep in the darkest and most dangerous corner. The witches there seek peace and seclusion, but when Mal was born under a very unusual sign, they knew that she would have a bearing upon all of the covens and the world itself.

Growing up, she showed remarkable aptitude in manipulating both the arcane, and the blade, the first warrior Witch from the Darkwood coven in centuries, and the first to leave for a reason beyond seeking males for procreation. So, on her 91st year, she has set out to discover the destiny for her people.
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Old 09-30-2014, 10:13 PM

Akassa sighed as she flew lower over the forest. She had been on patrol since she hated being cooped up in her palace. She was now, however, of course from her area. She knew it wasn't safe for her to fly away from her castle without her guards but she didn't care. She refused to be treated like a princess, despite being one. She never did like being spoiled. She preferred spending her entire day flying, letting the wind rush through her hair.

She found a nice clearing and landed. She folded her wings against her back and began walking around, picking some flowers and putting them in her hair. She liked to try to find a bit of calm in this wild war that was raging and she love flower fields. She hoped that she would be able to protect her people. After all, that is what a guardian was suppose to do, was it not? She let out another sigh. She hated that so much was put on her shoulders but she dare not complain in front of her people. She sat down in the flower field and began braiding flowers together.


Barkydle stood over his table, his battle plans spilled out in front of him. They had been trying to get past the Dragon territory for weeks now but it was always a failure. If he could just find a weak point, a place that wasn't guarded as well as the rest. With a frustrated growl, he swiped the papers off of his table and they landed on the floor. He was so frustrated that his anger was getting the better of him. Maybe he just needed to cool off.

He walked out of the tent and asked his second in command for an update. "I don't know sir. The scouting party still hasn't returned," he said. Barkydle sighed and spread his wings. "I will go and search for them. Try to see if you can salvage anything from my stupid plans," he said and took off, flying towards the area where his scouting party was suppose to go. If they weren't dead and they were just being slow on their way back, he would kill them himself. He was in no mood for games.

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Old 10-01-2014, 02:12 AM

~*Basilisk*~

Panting heavily as a young black haired male slowly slide down to the dirt floor behind a large rock. He held a single hand over his right shoulder blade as his entire palm soon began drenched in his own dark green blood, he cursed silently to himself at the pain that surged through his body from both the pain of being injured but as well as the poison in his body spreading quickly throughout his body. Reaching for a small pouch that he left holstered on the right side of his waist belt, he pulled out a small needle that was strangely filled with some sort of teal liquid. In an instant he quickly jabbed the needle into his left arm; with a small grunt of pain from the needle being injected into his arm, the liquid slowly came out from the syringe and went immediately into his blood stream. With a deep exhale of relief of the antidote now going through his body, the young dark skinned male slowly stood back up to his feet and progressed his way through the dense forest. With each step he took, he dragged his feet across the forest floor with a limp from his wound. Every so often, making sure to take a glimpse behind him to see if his enemies were still after him.

He could hear the many male voices echoing throughout the forest area as they called out to one another to take different directions in groups to find the young male. These creatures were none other than Goblins, they were in search for Basilisks in hopes to be able to cut them open and use their poisons to be able to enhance their weapons to be able to do damage just as powerful as the poison that have been legendary around the lands of mythical creatures. This young male wasn't about to give up his life so easily just for a group of creatures that were so curious about something they weren't ever going to get a hold of. After several minutes of continuous limping; the young dark skinned male had finally come across a large open area that held a lake. The bright white full moon shined it's reflection across the open water as the young basilisk dropped to his knees; coughing up his green poisonous blood onto the muddy ground before him. "Come on...Just give me a few more seconds." He whispered silently to himself as the sound of the annoying goblin voices came ever closer with each passing moment.

As he remained kneeling in front of the large open area; a quick jolt of relief shot through the young male's body as he exhaled yet another sigh, this time with a bit more confidence. "Finally.." Those were the last words that came from his lips as the several groups of goblins had finally approached the open area with the lake as they all rendezvoused around the young basilisk with all their swords and spears directed straight towards his body. The leader of the group had demanded for the male to surrender himself to the goblins and come with them quietly or they would kill him; the male gave nothing more than silence in return as the skin around the male's body began to crack all around his facial area and down his entire back down to his tail. In an instant, the body dropped backwards onto the floor as nothing more than an empty shell but the male continued to remained kneeled on the muddy ground; this time completely healed of his wounds and his body dripping with slight bits of slimy green liquids. "Give up..hm? Do we honestly have to fight...I mean, at this point; I will give you one final chance to leave me. Please, do yourself a favor and leave..I don't wish to harm you." The male spoke up as the group of goblins quickly let out their obnoxious laughter before raising their weapons and preparing to attack due to hearing the male's demands.

Immediately as their weapons came down upon the male, they were quickly stopped as a pitch black shell came over his body to protect him from each of their weapons. "I warned you..forgive me." The male basilisk spoke up one final time as his voice deepened with his sentence coming to an end. The goblins had all began to bash their sharpen weapons onto the black shell as though they were hoping to break through it with no luck. In a matter of moments, the shell quickly shattered in an instant with a humongous tail swooping the area around him; crushing the trees and splashing the water into a large wave across the forest. The goblins had all gone flying in opposite directions, each one of them either being killed by the force of being slammed by the large body of the basilisk if not the impact of wherever they landed harmed them severely. Those who might've even possibly survived had no other choice but to crawl if not limp away to safety. The amount of damage that the young basilisk had done to the area had gave him the once densely thick forest, now about three to four mile flattened plain of debris.

By the time the dust and dirt had settled down, there was no longer the large snake-like creature that once did that amount damage but the young dark skinned male. Taking a light glimpse around the amount of damage he had done, he gave a concerned frown as he turned his attention away from the direction he had run from and continued on his path north. He had overheard rumors on his travels that there was a town nearby that shockingly held many races all together there that actually were able to live together throughout this senseless war. Curious about whether or not this rumor were true, the young basilisk went on his way.



~*Phoenix*~


Crouching in front of a small flower that was high up above on a cold mountain at the edge of a cliff; a male with violet hair held out onto a small notebook and pen along with several other colored pens and pencils in a small pouch on the rocky surface next to him. Remaining crouched in front of the delicate yet very detailed plant, he traced the picture into his notebook carefully. From time to time he lifted his gaze between his picture and the flower to make sure that he was getting every part of the shape correctly, this was his first time visiting harpy territory and knowing even during the war that all the races pretty much disliked each other to a large extent; the male phoenix wasn't about to let some war stop him from learning things that he never knew about the other races. Switching between the different coloring tools he had at his disposal, shaded in different parts of the plant on his notepad until a large gust of wind came by him and nearly ripped the plant off from the edge of the cliff.

Luckily enough, the violet haired male was able to reach out and stop the flower from blowing away as he cupped it into his hand and gave a small chuckle. He knew that the mountains was a dangerous place to be; especially compared to how the harpies lived within the mountains at their villages where the wind wasn't as powerful compared to the outside and even more higher up towards the tip of the mountain itself. Tucking away his drawing notebook and packing up his things, the male phoenix had pulled out yet another notebook; this one being a deep brownish color that held many different flowers inside it that were pressed with the help of a strap that was wrapped around the book itself. Opening up the strap and flipping through the pages for an empty spot, he placed the newly found flower carefully onto the page before closing the book softly and wrapping the strap around it once more. "Another one for the book." He spoke to himself with another small laugh before closing his eyes for a second or so.

Quickly reopening his eyes in an instant, a small smirk came across the male's lips as his once light purple eyes had now shifted to a more reddish orange color. With the change of his eyes, in the next second his body was immediately engulfed in flames as he bolted off the side of the mountain and straight into the open air. For a matter of moments, those who would've seen him would see nothing more than what looked like a giant ball of flames dash throughout the open sky and vanish in the blink of an eye through the clouds, only leaving a small trail of fire that began to vanish in moments. Flapping his wings throughout the open sky, his body soon took shape to be a giant bird. Flying through the sky; over several different territories of different races, he came across several battlefields that were both nothing more than wastelands from previous battles due to this war if not there were even some battles that continued on as he flew over them. Luckily, with the help of the clouds; he was able to keep out of sight as he flew over the fighting towards a small hideout that he had far into a neutral area of the many lands that were controlled by other races. The area wasn't exactly too large, it was just somewhere that was quite secluded from the many other races and he found it to be quite a great place to remain hidden from the other races.

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Old 10-01-2014, 03:10 AM

"Oh come on now!" The blur shouted half-heartedly as It ran down the path with an angry screeching snake-woman chasing after It, "It wasn't even like I started it this time!"

The 'it' being what had previously been the reptilian's modest bar, tucked away inside a small cave that also functioned as the lair of the medusa. Of which a 'bonfire' was now merrily burning inside it, just all over the place and not inside a hearth.

Janus continued running (because It didn't want to deal with an angry being that can turn you into stone with a glare on a bad day) for another ten minutes before the medusa finally gave up, shrieking one more insult in Its direction before she slithered back towards her lair. It let out a small sigh It hadn't known It had been holding. That had been far more troublesome than It had anticipated, and it truly hadn't been Its fault this time around! At least the stupid little gnome had gone down with the explosion that took place.

The fire demon looked around. The path It had ran down was a different one from where It'd traveled along to reach the small bar, and now It had no idea where It was. Shrugging, It decided It didn't care, and simply went along with the unpaved road. The air was dry and nice, there didn't appear to be a storm coming, and now that It was no longer being chased, It felt relaxed and optimistic. Sure, the bar had gone up in flames before It could learn anything useful from the patrons, but Janus had managed to enjoy a small snack consisting of a nice chicken sandwich before the shit hit the fan and the soul of the stupid gnome before It had to run from the angry matron. Sooner or later It'll be able to find another bar or maybe a village or something and It can ask around for news or maybe a mission or two to take on. The continuing war meant a rising need for combat mercenaries, which meant good business for It. Janus may be ill-suited for espionage operations, but if there was one thing It knew how to do, it was how to charge in head-on and fight with tooth and nail (quite literally) until someone, generally the opponent, drops.

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Old 10-01-2014, 03:52 AM

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'There have been many powerful warriors, throughout this war....' Alistair thought, crossing the bridge, 4 minotaurs behind him. The fog was dense around the bridge, but anyone could hear the moans, and the sound of clattering bones, as the undead began crossing the bridge. Skeletons with rusty weapons and armor, and undead, brought back against their will. Alistair's face turned blank, as he and his men changed into their Minotaur forms. 'But in the end, I still stand, a veteran amongst these young souls. When war is your life, you learn to adapt, or die. It's as simple as that'. With that thought, Alistair let out a loud battle-cry, with he and the minotaurs charging.

The Undead were little more than a game for the minotaurs alone, but with the number of dead rising from the war, the undead were greater in numbers, and the necromancers that summoned them were greater in power, they were challenging. Alistair lifted his axe from his back, and swung, launching several zombies into the air, and scatters the bones of dead warriors everywhere, tripping several of the undead.

With a grin on his face, and weapon in hand, he began running towards the bulk of the Horde. "HERE WE GO!!! FOLLOW ME, BOYS!!!"He yelled to his men, who followed close behind him.

Druid

Fukushu was on the edge of a river-bank, up in a willow tree, hanging over it. Fuku had his metal balls in hand, but was controlling the body of a fish in the water, watching for the Mermaid Priestess. She was coming this was, and he had to be ready. The fish acted as his eyes, and when she was close, he would strike.

The Area was wide, so Fukushu knew he had one shot at this. If he could launch all of them in quick succession, he could force her out of water, and track her on land, making killing her a lot easier. He was impatient, but he knew that if he fucked this up, he wouldn't get another chance any time soon.

'Goddamn Fish people, think they're so innocent. When my family needed help, they turned us away! Fucking self-concerned vermin.'he thought to himself, lightly rapping on the tree trunk. He wanted to get this over with, as he had other targets to get to. He heard that there was a High-ranking Harpy trying to get into Dragon Territory, somewhere North of here, and he wanted to be there more than here. This might be the Harpy that attacked his village.

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Old 10-01-2014, 05:04 AM

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The air was cool on Vera's skin as she silently moved through the thick forest, heading further and further out of her territory. Smoothing back her dark hair, the elven princess found herself beginning to feel the effects of thick heat that radiated beneath the thick canvas of the forest. Deciding that taking a break would be most beneficial, Vera leaned against a mossy tree trunk and sipped on the water she brought with her. The bladder of an animal, cleaned and crafted for holding water, had been a gift and though it made her uncomfortable to use it, she knew it would be needed for traveling outside the city walls. Though the safety of the castle was a welcoming comfort in such perilous times, Vera couldn't convince herself to always stay inside. Against the protests of her step mother and a few slips of the guards, the night elf has been able to sneak out of the city premises a few times a week. Why she left the castle, no one would really understand. She felt like a caged animal needing to escape, wanting to be free. Wanting to be away from what so many would only dream of having.

Her eyes, the color of a stormy sea, were constantly scanning the surrounding. She knew the dangers of moving so far from the city, knew that the war was raging on and her fellow night elves were out there fighting it. Fighting to keep her city from becoming nothing but ruins. She often wished she could be apart of it. Vera had had training in battle, she learned advanced conjuration magic and had a natural bond with nature that would also aid her in battle. But being the only heir to the throne, her safety has always been top priority.

A snap of a branch brought the elf quickly to her feet, her water pouch dropping to her side where it was tied on. She turned around just in time to dodge the arrow of an orc as it barely missed her head. "Damnit" Her voice came out in a whisper as she prepared herself mentally her battle. The orc growled and withdrew another arrow and taking aim. Vera quickly dodged the arrow once more and with the same amount of speed pulled her ebony bow from her back and lined an arrow up. Upon taking aim, the arrow was released and pierced the orc's shoulder. A growl of pain erupted from his throat and he began to charge. A little shocked that she missed the kill shot, Vera hesitated. The orc tackled her, throwing her body against a large tree. On contact, painful shocks resonated throughout her body, but now was not the time to crumble from pain. She managed to twist her away out of the sharp claws of the orc and scrambled to her feet. She reached for her arrows, but they had been scattered across the forest floor when she fell. Breathing heavily and drawing up what strength she could, the she-elf quickly pointed her right hand out in front of her as a light ball of shades of blue and white began swirling around her palm. And as soon as the ball was there it was gone and in its place was what could only be described as an apparition of a wolf.

"Conjurer!" The orc gasped. He clearly had not expected this. With a menacing growl, the conjured wolf turned, ready to kill. The orc tried to turn to run, but the ghost creature was much to fast. Lunging, the wolf's canine's clamped around the orc's throat. After a loud crack, the wolf dropped the lifeless body of the orc and then disappeared into thin air.

Vera dropped, completely exhausted from the long day of traveling, the heat of the thick canvas, and being bruised up by the orc. She slowly began gathering her arrows and her bow arranging them neatly on her back and began walking again, but after walking only about a mile more she was once again shocked. There was an entire area of the forest that had been.. cleared? Her eyes scanned the area just in time to see the shadow of a figure in the distance. Eyes narrowing and heart pounding, curiosity got the best of her. If there were more orcs, they must be killed. Vera headed off to silently stalk the figure ahead of her.

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Old 10-02-2014, 11:47 PM

They spoke of another caravan moving through the forest, but he knew more. The others did not trust the moths or the swamplings, choosing only to speak with the songbirds they chose to ride. But the songbirds had little thoughts of the matter, moths and nightjars loved gossip as much as they loved lies. Jarile trusted the moths more than some of his own kin and he was able to weave the truth from their tales. There was more than just caravan movement in the forest as of recently, individuals walked alone, something only the foolhardy or the powerful did. Since he wasn't asked to help in the raid on the caravan he felt it would be good to track down some of these lone travelers down.

Falling out of his tree hallow his wings opened and whirred to life carrying him onwards. The forest past by him and he darted between trunks, not bothering to hide his own travels with the mimicry of a bird's flight. Judging by the thinning of vegetation he was nearing an edge of the forest. He still hadn't heard or seen any signs of wanderers, usually the moths' gossip held some truth. This time they were more cryptic than usual though. "'A path unseen, the travelers take. Slowly loss thins their ranks. Near the Dragon's tooth they try to seek. But unlucky them for they are weak.' What the hell did they even mean with that, and their constant humming while they rhyme in turn." He complained to himself as he flit over the path leading out towards the Dragon peaks. Resting on a branch facing out of the forest he waited.

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Old 10-05-2014, 09:15 PM

In a small lake surrounded by entangled woodland, the water rippled as a large figure passed beneath its surface. Soon, a large head emerged, water streaming down its side as its mouth gaped open, taking in deep breaths of air as it briefly surveyed the surroundings. Then, with regular rhythmic movements, the body of the creature propelled itself forwards, moving towards the bank with apparent excitement. Upon reaching the shore, the creature pulled itself out of the water, revealing a long, serpentine-like body supported a network of legs.
As Echidna emerged from the water, she looked upwards once more to observe the land. Knowing that she had seen movement above the twisted canopy of the trees, she searched for it again, hoping to find its cause. After a few momensts, she found that the cause had disappeared, so she chose to travel in the direction of its source. The dragon excused her sudden curiosity with the hunger pains that stuck in her sides. Believing that the cause of the movement was either another dragon come to her territory or a source of food, Echidna thought it'd be best to confront the beast either way. Her slim body began to weave through the trees as she moved into the darkness.
Echidna's markings helped her blend into the inky lighting, although as she moved further and further from her lake the knotted trees began to pull apart, allowing more sunlight to drop down unto the ground. Disgruntled with this change, yet still curious about the source of the movement she had seen earlier, she pressed on.

A cool wind blew humid air into Abha's home, a small hut that lay near the outskirts of faer town. Sitting at a desk apparently making calculations for some procedure, Abha leaned back to reach for a coat that was laying on the ground. As faer hand became closer to grasping the jacket, faer chair had been tilted back enough that Abha lost faer balance and fell to the ground, alongside faer chair. Bemused yet unashamed of faer blunder, Abha merely shifted to a sitting position on the floor. Then, grabbing faer jacket, fae cloaked faerselves with it and stood up, setting the chair into its original position in a dignified manner. Glancing at faer written calculations, Abha then turned around and left faer home, buttoning faer coarse jacket and hiding faer hands inside its spacious pockets.
As fae moved about the town, Abha was surprised at the absence of locals. Normally they'd be milling about, either fishing or selling their wares. However, as the cyclops moved forth through the village, fae became aware of a background noise. Tilting faer head towards the noise, Abha's eyes widened as fae recognized the noises of battle. Worry soon spread across faer face as Abha began to run towards the source of the noise, pumping xir arms and legs furiously as fae moved forward.
Reaching the bridge that connected the village to the main body of land, Abha halted in awe as minotaurs lay chaos upon an army of undead soldiers. The scene took a few moments to process, but as soon as Abha collected faerself, fae ran into the mayhem, hoping to give aid to those the minotaurs.

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Old 10-06-2014, 08:04 PM

Within the waters of a locate river, there swam something that was considered normal in the land. Of course, at first glance, it would be believed to be fresh out of a story book, but this was as real as it could get. In the water, the fish swam peacefully as if there was nothing wrong in the world, however that wasn't the true. There was something wrong, and it was war. A war that has been tearing the very fabric of trust that everyone had for one another. There were still some mythical beings who didn't wish to have this war, but it couldn't be helped. Most of the races had to defend themselves or risk losing everything. In one kingdom of Oceania, they had no choice but to join in the war. Things were becoming a little too hectic, and there wasn't much they could do. The people of the kingdom had supported their rulers, through this pain. However, Oceania had lost their Rulers recently, so their only child had to take their place.

Their child, the princess of Oceania, had to take the throne when they died. It was no easy task, she was still new to it, however, it wasn't going to bother her. The people of Oceania never called their royal family by their royal titles, they always called them by Priest or Priestess as well as Shrine Maiden. They use these titles, believing they were a little more respectable than the other Royal titles. The princess in Oceania would use the title Priestess since her mother and father were no long a part of this world. However, even if you go to the palace, she would not be there. She was almost never in there since she wanted to explore the world and help those who never had the chance to protect themselves. She gave blessings to those who asked for them, often doing it out of the kindness of her heart. The young Priestess' name was Ariella, Ariella Persephone Wa'Terra.

She had been on dry land for a while, swimming through rivers to get from place to place. Ariella looked to her left as she swam in her disguised mermaid form; her red kimono fluttered in the water, her red glittering tail swished about. Her long black hair was pulled into pigtails as she held her trident in her hands, looking left and right at the fish surrounding her. A smile spread on her face as a faint giggle escaped her lips she dove towards the bottom as she shifted through the sand with the blades of her trident, looking for some shells to take back home. The children of her homeland were too young to leave since the war was going on. They didn't want to have their children dying because of the senseless war. Ariella giggled to herself, sighing happily as she found some shells and placed them in her pouch. Her tail moved up towards her chest for a moment as she soon moved her tail, pretending to be sitting. "Ahh, I have found them, perfect. I just hope I can find more shells for more the children at home." She said softly, giggling sweetly as she spun in a small circle.


The sunlight shone lightly in the land, the sound crickets filled the air as the sound of hooves filled the air. The sounds were heavy, the dirt came up from each thunderous step the hooves created as they continued running. The creature making the thunderous sound was a brute of a creature, a large body covered in black fur with strange bone-like wings protruded from their back. The being's hair was like a very dark gray as well as the long hairy tail flowed behind her. On the being's arms, there was a large archery bow fused to it, the bow looked deformed and appeared to be a bit sturdier than most bows. The sword was attached to her other arm, the blade was black with a silver handling, the sword of her family, the Lockhart Blade.

The young being, from afar, was a centaur. However, up close, it looked like it was something that came straight out of Hell. The young being's name was Ingrid Lockhart, the daughter of Grand Duchess Heather Thomas-Lockart and Grand Duke Fredrick Lockhart of the Lockhart tribe. She had been training to be a Guardian since she was young. However, once she had finished her training, Ingrid left to travel around so she could find the one who caused her birth to be cursed. The hooves crashed into the earth under her, she was on a mission and she was going to see it through to the end. Find one who did this to her, if not then find the race. She wanted to know how reverse it and make it possible for her to be normal again. Doing research was going to be hard since the race was next to impossible to find, so maybe running to where her parents last saw the creatures would help.

Ingrid continued running until she skidded to a halt, standing on the edge of a small cliff. She looked down, it didn't seem to be too big for her to slide down, so carefully, she leaned back and slid down the small steep cliff. Her hooves scraped the rocky ground as she came to a halt at the bottom. She breathed heavily, her lungs filling with air as she walked through the lower half of the woods until she came across a large clearing. The water looked drinkable as she crouched low, her torso lowering towards the water as she took a sip of the clean water. Ingrid sighed heavily, she figured she had been running for almost a week in a half, taking breaks in between. She sighed lightly, the weapons on her arms shrinking to a reasonable size so she could use her hands to fix her hair.

Ingrid was a little tired, but she knew had to continue. Her tail swished side to side as she smiled softly to herself, "I have made great progress. Mother and father will happy to hear this once I have sent word." She said with a smile on her face. Her tail swaying lightly in happiness, she decided to rest there, laying down on her stomach with her legs curled at her sides lightly.



Within the area of Vengera, there was a large village filled with elves, pixies and a few other creatures. They had enough land to spare, which they used it to make more than enough homes for them. Everyone was grateful for what the managed to have, however, there was a dark secret, a secret within the trees. Within the forest of Vengera, there is said to be a village within it. A village that can't be seen from far away, you have to be up close and personal in order to see it. On the ground, it looked just a normal forest until you looked up. The village was in the trees, suspended a 15 meters from the ground. Each house was connected to a platform b a set of bridges. They spanned throughout the whole village, making it easier to move around. This was necessary for the beings who lived there, beings of unbelievable strength and power. Beings who were feared for it, yet they were respected for it until the last of their days.

The creatures were Roylana Gorganians, or Gorganians for short. Creatures with the strength and brains to match. However, due to an unfortunate turn of events, the lost everything. Their home, their families, their friends, the trust they had for their former friends...and their beloved rulers. They lost it all, and because of this, they had to go into hiding. The Gorganians had to do this, they weren't wanted anymore, the beings had gotten what they needed from the Goranians. But now, they had returned and with their new queen, they were ready with make a new village and live there. However, their new queen, the daughter of their late king and queen, wasn't in her right mind. The Gorganians only hoped and prayed their young Queen would return to her sweet and gentle self. Until then, the Gorganians were more than happy to help their queen in any way. Some of the Gorganians were home by order of their queen, spying on the mythical creatures.

Meanwhile, their queen was off in her own little world. She was away from almost everyone, not really paying attention to her surroundings. Their queen was quite young, compared to the average age for a Gorganian, she was young. Her appearance was of a 19 - 20 year old as a human with long jet black hair that went half way to her knees, a red ribbon sat on top of her head and a red eye. Her skin was lightly tanned, not too dark nor too light. What would throw most people off is the fact she didn't really wear clothes. She wore white bandages almost all over. Her head, chest, some of her thighs, her upper arms, her right eye, her hips, and between her legs. On her feet she wore black flats. The young girl's name was Mirage, Mirage Crystella-Pearla. She was the queen of the Roylana Gorganian race, however she didn't really show it.

Mirage sat on a rock in front of a rather large lake, she didn't really care for who's territory she was on, all she was doing was just sitting there. The light of the sun reflected off the water, it was very pretty to her and peaceful in a way. With the war going on, it was nice to some people to herself. She looked down towards the water, picking up a rock as she threw it in the water, it skipped a few times forehead coming to a stop and sunk to the body. Before it did that, it left a few ripples within the water, Mirage, being as curious as a cat, leaned forward and gently placed a finger in the water. She felt the water, it was cool to the touch, just as she liked it. Her long hair fell to her sides as she got on her hands and knees, the tattoo on her back becoming a little more visible. However, it was still covered mostly by the bandages around her body. Her strange tail swaying left and right at her sides as she purred softly, pulling her hand from the water, watching the water drip from her fingers.

Mirage was easily amused by almost anything, she hadn't seen this world in millennia and she wanted to enjoy every moment of it. "Ahh~ so nice. Very lovely here indeed." She said to herself, leaning back on her knees as she ran her fingers through her hair; the loose ends of the bandages around her head, arm and hips swayed slightly in the breeze, her eyes closing. "I wonder how they feel, seeing this world as it is now." She said, her eyes looking into the water, the memory of her parents playing through her head.
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Old 10-07-2014, 08:31 PM

As Echidna pushed through the resolute plant life, she noticed that the trees had begun to thin out and were becoming spaced apart. Pausing for a moment, she lifted her head and peered past the treeline. She realized then that she was nearing a clearing of wildflowers, their fragrance beginning to perfume the air. Echidna herself did not find this field beautiful, although many others would find it holding inspirational wonder. Instead, she found herself bothered by the strong scent of the flowers, which irritated her noise and blocked out other smells. Thus, she hid in the few shadows that the trees offered her, feeling vulnerable and defensive. However, the dragon's mood lightened when she saw what had upset her day earlier. A girl lay in the fields, intertwining flowers that she had picked around her. Curious, Echidna began to step out into the sunlight, but not before her stomach grumbled. Realizing that if this girl was to be food, she'd likely be scared off by Echidna's unsettling appearance. Reluctantly then, she backed into the shadows. After a few moments, however, a slim snake pushed their way towards the girl.
Often Echidna hid underneath the thick cover offered by the flowers, thus hiding herself from her target. However, as she came closer to the girl, she realized that there were... wings? On her back? In amazement, Echidna lifted her body up above the flowers and peered at the person's wings, without a care that she was only a mere few feet from the target.

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Old 10-09-2014, 04:52 PM

~Alistair~
With Battle in his mind, Alistair paid little attention to the Cyclops at first. He was too busy having fun crushing the creatures. He did, however, note that the Cyclops was fighting alongside them, as the Horde began to dissipate. Soon, what few undead creatures remained fled into the forest. The Minotaurs all roared with victory. Alistair changed back into his human form, and approached the Cyclops, smiling broadly.

"It takes a man to fight for what you believe in, but it takes a great man, to fight for others. You have my respect, and my thanks, kind one. "he said, bowing. "I am Alistair, Head Guard of this Village. To whom may I owe the pleasure of thanking for protecting my home?"he asked.

~Fukushū~

Fukushū eyed his quarry lightly, watching her fall asleep ever so lightly. "Foolish girl. She shall learn the error of her way's. "He said, than stood up on the Tree branch. Tossing two balls into the air, He sent them towards her, using his Kinetic manipulation to give them the force and speed of a bullet. They would both make two impact craters near her. He didn't intend to kill her....yet

Calling forth a Small pack of wolves, he had them block the way to the river, which would prevent her escape. He then finally began jumping from tree to tree, trying to get closer to the woman. By his hand, or the creature's of the forest, this woman would die today.

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Old 10-10-2014, 02:40 AM



While the young Basilisk made his way across the large plain of debris from him wiping out the flattened trees; he had turned his attention left to right several times to look at the amount of damage he had done to the whole area around him. The thought of where each of the Goblins that had survived the wipeout of him whipping his tail in such a reckless motion had gotten him curious on whether or not the goblins were going to plan on vengeance for those that the young basilisk had killed. Whatever the case was, even if they had planned on something like that; he had hoped that he would be able to make it to somewhere safe before that time came. Continuing on his path, the dark haired male had felt a strange presence around him every so often while he was making his way down the path in front of him. It felt almost like someone was watching him from somewhere; he hadn't bothered to come to a halt to take a look around to possibly know where he was getting the feeling from. Without so much as word, it was only a matter of minutes before the dark skinned male had finally reached the other side of the woods; where the trees were still standing.

Once there, the basilisk had quickly began to rush throughout the forest to try and the feeling of being watched by whoever or whatever was around him. Every so often, he made sure to touch the trunks of the trees that he had passed to let off a deadly poison that would begin eating away at the trunk and cause it to collapse behind him. If this was going to be another group of goblins, he had hoped to get away from them rather than have to cause so much damage as he had done earlier. Not to mention, the antidote that he had used earlier to keep the poison that was already within his blood stream to begin with was already beginning to wear off; with this problem persisting to make itself a nuisance to him, whenever he could the male was going to have to find somewhere that he could hide to take another dose of the antidote to keep his the poison from killing him. To be killed by the one thing of many others that his race was known for being dangerous and than captured and experimented on to be used for the samething was even worse than embarrassing.

If this so-called safe haven of a village did exist, he was planning on finding it; no matter what the cost was so that he could live the rest of his life in peace so that he would either be able to show those who fought in this war that the fighting was either pointless or peace could just be possible. The young male had known this travel was going to be dangerous and he was fully prepared for this; his ambition to find this village was far beyond any kind of danger that posed to him though. Clenching his fists tightly as he dashed left to right and around the tree trunks; he could soon feel the poison getting more and more intense through his blood stream. It was only going to be a matter of time that his limbs were going to go limp. "Come on..I have to keep mov--" Right before he could continue his words; the sudden feeling within his legs were instantly lost in seconds. Collapsing to ground with a thud, he had no other choice but to begin to use his hands to crawl at least behind the nearest tree for safety. "Dammit..dammit..dammit." He whispered silently to himself while he crawled on the floor from the pain of the poison spreading faster and faster through his body.




Soaring through the open air; staying within the Harpy's terrority for another few more miles; it was only a matter of moments that the large flaming bird had come across something that caught his attention on the ground. From high up in the sky, it had looked to be what seemed to be more of an ant than anything; but if he were come to closer it was come out more clearly that the 'ant' like figures from far down below were actually three dead male harpies. Arching a brow as the large phoenix circled around the one spot that had caught his attention over everything else he had found on his way over the land from up in the sky. It was only a matter of time of not seeing the figure move in any form or way that he had began to descend from high up above towards the forest floor. Landing with a loud thud, in an instant his entire body was consumed once more into a large burst of flames as he returned into his humanoid-like form. Kneeling in front of the dead male harpies, he placed a single hand over their throats to check if they were still alive. "No pulse...hm, their dead." He whispered sorrowfully to himself before standing back up to his feet and turning his head left to right to see if there were any more in the area that were searching for these dead bodies.

Slowly making his way over towards the nearest tree, he slid down with his back against the tree trunk as he crossed his arms to watch the dead bodies of the harpies before him. Takumi had hoped that some other harpies would come to help out their fallen comrades, unaware that the General of the harpies army was making his way towards this exact location. With his violet hair dropping in front of his face, he closed his eyes to take a small nap while he awaited for someone to arrive at least to help take away these harpies. Even if it was going to be a random traveler; Takumi had hoped that he would be able to ask for some sort of assistance to help carry these people back to their home rather than leave them here where the wilderness could take them away and rip apart their bodies.





Standing with his arms crossed and his head just slightly lowered along with his eyes shut. A young male Gorganian had been standing nearby to where the Queen of his race was sitting on a small boulder by a large lake as it had seemed. This male's name was Yukito and he was Mirage's personal bodyguard; he is normally around her at all times other than when within the palace since it was nearly guarded from one entrance to the next with guards enough to the point that Yukito can easily drop his guard about the safety of the Queen. However, whenever she left the palace to go anywhere; he is normally always nearby somewhere, unlike other bodyguards who stood really close nearby to the point that it gave away obvious facts that he was her bodyguard; Yukito normally stayed at a slight distance and blended into the crowds if not the shadows to watch for danger. Even if Yukito was a bodyguard, it didnt mean he didn't have a life and understood that the Queen wanted her own space rather than have the people of their own race to see her nothing more as someone to be feared at all times.

At this point, Mirage was near the outskirts of the forest of a completely different territory. With that kind of knowledge and just knowing that they weren't in the safest area to be; Yukito had prepared himself for any sort of attack coming from any kind of race that lurked in these area. His katana remaining sheathed on his side while his staff rested against the side of the tree that he had standing right in front of it. Keeping his eyes shut, he kept his senses sharp for any kind of sound of interruption in the area around the two of them. "Miss Mirage; do you think it is truly wise to be here? I understand you wished to visit the land of the other races, although to be this far in another's territory. Do you not think, that if they send an entire squad or so; we shall be in trouble?" He spoke up with his tone of voice sounding nearly emotionless and serious the entire time.

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Old 10-10-2014, 01:12 PM

Hours of walking later, Janus was forced to concede that It was hopelessly lost.

While normally it doesn't matter where It ended up, since It was wandering everywhere anyway in the first place, the air was starting to feel wrong to the fire demon. There was a certain stickiness to it now, which meant that wherever It was headed towards, it's Not Dry. However, there was only one path before It, so it was either to continue down the road to what may lead to some sort of body of hated water, turn back which meant wasting the past few hours and the possibility of running into that mad old hag of a medusa again, or braving it and go straight into the foliage on the sides and possibly become even more lost.

Janus paused in the middle of the road, thinking over the options. Then it shrugged, and turned to the right, where tall dark trees spanned beyond the naked eye could see. Braving it it was. And if It managed to accidentally start a few forest fires along the way...well, it wasn't like Its reputation could get any worse than it already was, could it?

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Old 10-11-2014, 05:55 PM

Akassa sensed someone watching her and tried to look around for the source. She wondered who could possibly be out here. She shook her head. Maybe she was just paranoid. She finished with the flower crown and smiled. She loved doing this. She put the flower crown on her head and it fit perfectly. She smiled then noticed movement.

When she looked over, she didn't notice it at first but when she looked closer, she saw a snake. She let out a gasp and slowly stood up. She didn't really like snakes, though she wasn't afraid of them. The only thing that worried her was that she didn't know how to tell if it was poisonous or not. She quickly flapped her wings so that she was float off the ground. She wanted to be able to run away if needed. Something was off about this snake but she didn't know what.


Barkydle was getting annoyed by the time he found the site of his dead men. It had taken him almost an hour to find them. He saw them in an area in a small clearing in the forest and descended. He wondered what had happened to them. More so, he wondered what had killed them. He landed and walked up to them. He checked their pulse and received nothing. He let out a sound close to a growl.

He then noticed the male asleep against a tree. He quietly drew out his katana and walked up to the male. He pointed the katana at the male and spoke. "Wake up," he said coldly. If this was the one who killed his men, then he was foolish to fall asleep next to them. He waited for the male to stir. If he hadn't killed his men, the male, who he could now tell was a phoenix, would still have to answer for being in his territory.

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Old 10-13-2014, 04:45 AM

Vera


Trailing silently behind, the night elf kept a pace to where she wouldn't become easily visible, but to where she also wouldn't lose visibility of the stranger before her. Had he, she, or it done all of this damage? Destroyed part of this forest? Was it the orcs or another terrifying enemy that had already laid claimed to so many innocent lives? With so many questions, Vera could not possibly allow someone or something to simply walk away if they were by chance a danger. Though she knew following something that was obviously powerful was incredibly dangerous in her current state. She still felt weak and needed to rest, the wounds obtained from her battle with an orc and her use of conjuration magic had left her almost moving lazily.

Suddenly losing site of the stranger in front of her as they disappeared into the still standing trees, Vera felt a sudden ping of panic. "Can't lose it now.." Her voice was a mere whisper. Slowing her pace to a walk, the night elf closed her eyes and inhaled deeply calling upon animal aide, another one of her powers. A haze of images flashed in her head; a pile of leaves, a patch of briars, a dark burrow, and then finally the unclear image of someone struggling on the forest floor sizzled momentarily. The owl's who vision Vera had borrowed began to dissolve and the familiar scene of debris and broken trees filled the night elf's eyes once more. "So, you're not an orc.." Vera whispered and began wandering towards the direction of what appeared to be a male figure struggling.

Though she knew nothing of this stranger, Vera's curiosity of who or what he could be was overwhelming and she aided her determination to find out with the idea that he was wounded and therefore would not be much of a threat. Slipping through the thick brush and trees, the elf quietly searched for signs of a trail. Spotting some broken limbs and leaves that had been disturbed, Vera was soon on the same trail the stranger before her had previously created.

Fatigue began creeping more strongly through the elf's body as she continued to follow the trail. She desperately needed rest, but could sense she was closing in. Vera stopped in her tracks when she finally came upon who she was following. Quickly dashing to the side, she hid in a thick canopy of leaves and brush. Her senses told her this wasn't a true form, but they could not tell her what was his true form. She also could not sense whether this man was good or bad, nor could she sense if he was a threat to her kind.

Going on a blind leap of hope that the stranger was not dangerous, the elf stepped forward and out in the open. Her dark blue eyes scanning the stranger, her hand ready to reach for her bow if needed, "Hello?" Her voice was unsteady, questioning.

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Old 10-14-2014, 12:00 AM

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Nothing came out from the path, he wondered if he had arrived too late. Or even far too early, he hated waiting. The moths weren't too descriptive on what race these travelers were, or even their numbers. Just that they were either dead or dying in the woods as they attempted to find entrance to the Dragon Peeks. He didn't care about the dragons, what would they want with the smallest of the forest denizens. A humming of insects picked up back along the hidden path. //Birds of fire and People birds. Feathers not the same. Dead and living, none too happy! Beware the sparks of flame!// Jerile got the message loud and clear, cicadas repeated the call a few times before changing subject back to mating season and where the predators were at. Getting up from his branch, he was more careful to mask his flight this time some minor illusions so that if anyone was to look up they would see something feathered flitting from tree to tree.

The clearing below him had three possibly four dead large beings, and one, possibly two, living. It was hard to tell when they slept unless he was shoving beetles up their nostrils. That was a fun game! Right now he was to wait and listen. If there was important enough information to be obtained, then maybe the Fae council would forgive him for wandering so far away, or not, he wasn't to bothered by it either way. Maybe it would be more fun to set the silverbugs loose on the fae archives, but then he would never know what the two feathered large beings were up to.

~~Will-o-wisp~~
Laughter twinkled as the marsh flowers consumed a pack beast that had been tempted in with the false promises of lush pasture land. The pastures faded as the beast found itself stuck in the quagmire, and the carnivorous plants made slight work of the animal. Bouncing on her heels, a blue light platted the flowers as if they were good dogs before dancing off on top of the marsh surface. "Such pretty things, pretty things." her voice was sweet and childlike. "Eating flesh and stripping bones. Just delightful!" She danced deeper into the swamp, casting an eerie glow on the decaying woods around her. The darkness of the swamp gave way to the darker forest, she could not pass this boundary. But she was contempt to skirt the edges imagining paths that did not exist, paths that others thought were real until it was too late.

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Old 10-14-2014, 08:43 AM

Ariella smiled softly as she continued picking through the shells into her hand. Moving slightly as the young princess shifted her hand through the wet sand. Ariella hummed softly as she looked up towards the fish that swam around her, the young mermaid was about to swim up towards the surface when two sudden explosions rung through the water. Ariella shrieked as she curled into a ball, the water heated slightly as she started swimming away, her tail swaying frantically in order to get away from what was happening. 'Wh-What's going on? Who is attacking me?' She thought to herself, her eyes shifting up towards the direction the random explosion came from, her trident stuck out of her side, her hand gripping the handle tightly. The gem within the trident glowed lightly, the water around her started whirling about. It shifted around as she turned around heading towards the surface. 'I can't always do this, I don't want to harm anyone, but I won't accept death without a proper reason.' She thought for a moment, her eyes appeared to become slightly void of life.


Ingrid sighed heavily, standing up on her hooves as she started walking again. She had been wandering from place to place. Once she had gotten her fill of water, she continued on. The ground under her shook only slightly as she walked; must have been from her tall frame. The young she-centaur sighed heavily, looking around as she walked into the forest again. She continued walking further into the woods. She believed she was on the very edges of the Dryad territory, her hooves thumping against the ground with a swish of her tail. "I wonder whom I'm going to meet first, I should be trespassing, I am just barely cross the line." She said to herself, crossing her weaponed arms as she looked around at the trees surrounding her.


Mirage purred softly at the feeling of the water. Her bladed tail swished about happily, it wasn't every day she got to travel outside of Vengera. She leaned back, resting on her arms as she looked back. Blinking lightly, she heard someone speak up suddenly. Mirage had to admit, it caught her off-guard a little. She looked back to see a young man standing her, he wasn't too close to her yet he wasn't too far. His question, however, was very important it was about the territory they were on. Mirage blinked her visible red eye, her long black hair following her movements as she slid off the rock. Her tail swayed lightly as she walked up close to the man she walked with, it was tall compared to her, of course, she was only 5'1 in her human form. She lifted her hand and gently pointed his nose. The man was her bodyguard, she had known him for a long time since she was a small child. Mirage giggled softly as she place her arms behind her back, her red eye looking left and right before looking up again, "You worry too much my dear Yuki, however I understand your concern." She said with a smile on her face.

The bandages stretched lightly with each movement Mirage made, she walked away for him, her back facing him. She then turned around, a smile on her face as she giggled; "If they send a squad then we will run. We will not harm them, not yet. Now, why are you being so serious? It's just me, be yourself so I'm not completely bored~." Mirage squealed lightly, her hand gently patting Yukito's shoulder with her cheeks puffed. "Let's see, if I am correct, we are in Pegasus territory so, we don't have much to worry about." the young queen giggled, soon a faint gasp escaped her lips, the bandages around her right eye loosened and drooped low, revealing the shimmering, bright silver eye.The outer part of her eye, which should be white was actually black, if you look closely, you could see the light pink viens in her eye. She quickly covered it up with her hand and looked away. "I never thought I would be ashamed of our peoples' natural eye color." She whispered to herself, her voice was low and almost inaudible.

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Old 10-14-2014, 03:51 PM

Janus was muttering curses after another hour of walking. While the air didn't feel as though the humidity was getting worse, it wasn't getting any better either. In fact, the ground seemed to be getting mushier and mushier, and Its feet kept getting caught in potholes. The force wasn't enough to break Its ankles, but it was still annoying nonetheless. So far the only signs of life It has seen were the occasional squirrel or bird or bug or some other small, unintelligent animal. And the weird plants that kept trying to curl their tendrils around It, only to withdraw sharply upon contact against Its plate-like skin. Again, harmless, but annoying.

In Its annoyance, small sparks were floating off the fire demon's back as It walked, glowing eerily in the air before the general humidity in the area caused them to fade away moments later.

Maybe It should turn back, Janus thought, muttering another curse when It tripped over another root and almost fell over. It didn't look as though there were anything worth discovering in this soggy pit of a forest. One more hour. It would give this venture another hour's chance for something interesting to come up before It would call the whole trip a failure and turn back, chance of running into the hag of a medusa or not.

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Old 10-17-2014, 06:43 PM



Sitting with his back against the tree the entire time; Takumi had slowly fallen into a deep slumber within just a matter of minutes of waiting for anyone to just show up and check out the dead harpies that were on the ground before him. Snoring quietly to himself while he sat there, the sound of the forest creatures that roamed the area helped him to keep himself calm, the violet haired male didn't really think it through too much about how he was in a completely different territory rather than in the one that his people normally roamed around. Although he knew about the war that raged on between all the different races, he strangely didn't mind being around in another race's territory without being too afraid. While he sat there, it was moments later that the strange sound of what seemed to be flapping had caught the male phoenix's attention within his subconscious; to him he had simply thought it was all within his head that he was hearing feathers flapping near and more near him with each passing minute that went by.

The last thing Takumi had expected was feeling the sharp point of an object right in front of him. Although the sharp point didn't really do any real physical damage to his body, just the feeling of being in a sort of danger had gave away well enough that he was being threatened at this very moment. Rather than going straight into a defensive mode and enveloping himself and whatever or whoever was standing before in him a ball of fire; he slowly reopened his eyes only to see that a male harpy now stood before him with a cold expression across his face. Arching a brow towards the male harpy that stood before him in silence, the violet haired male slowly raised his right index finger and touched the dull side of the katana before moving it down and away from his own body.

"May I help you, sir?" The male phoenix spoke in a quiet yet slightly tiresome tone as though he was prepared to fall back asleep. Due to him being woken up the way he was, the memory about the fact that he was simply waiting for someone to show up and deal with the dead bodies before him had completely been forgotten. Giving a small yawn, he stretched his arms over his head and awaited for an answer from the male harpy as to why he was pointing a weapon straight at Takumi's face as though he was prepared to attack out of nowhere.





Struggling through the best of his ability, the young basilisk had continued to crawl through all the pain that surged throughout his body due to the poison spreading more and more quickly through his bloodstream. Although it took minutes to get behind a tree that was only a couple of feet in front of him, the dark skinned male had eventually made it behind the tree and rested his back against the large trunk of it. Panting heavily, he reached into his pouch once more and pulled out yet another needle that was filled with the blueish liquid that he had used earlier to subdue the poison and jabbed it once more into his arm. Pressing down onto the back of the needle to inject the liquid into his blood, Ryosuke had finally given a deep sigh of relief at how quickly the antidote was working. "Thank the Goddess.." he whispered quietly to himself before resting the back of his head against the tree trunk, all the while still panting heavily at how close he was to getting himself killed.

He had hoped that during the time he had been trying to escape the sight of whoever or whatever had been following him; due to all the debris he caused to come down on his way throughout the dense forest, he had lost whatever or whoever it was that was chasing him. Unaware that the person was actually much closer than he had hoped them to be. For the time being, the dark skinned male did his best to simply try and catch his breath. Once he would catch his breath, he would be able to continue on his path and try to make his way once more towards the village that he had heard so many rumors about.

While he sat there trying to just catch his breath so that he could at least stand back up and begin traveling forward once more. The strange feeling of being watched once more came over his body. Lowering his head down to keep himself from straining the back of his neck, he awaited for whatever was going to decide to jump out at him sooner or later and try to attack him. Even with the antidote, it didn't mean that his strength was completely back just yet; the feeling within his legs were completely still numbed but with the feeling within them just steadily returning, it wasn't going to be enough to defend himself against any kind of real attack.

In a sudden instant, a figure stepping out from the shadows of the forest had came out. The slender body of the figure gave away that it was a female as she approached the young basilisk before greeting him with a 'hello', almost like a question. Staring at the female for a moment or so, just the sight of her dark skin and the pointed ears gave away the fact that she was of the dark elf race. Keeping silent the entire time she stood before him, the young male slowly raised a single hand up to her and waved with barely any strength left in his limbs. "Hello miss. Do you require something..?" His voice low, almost as though it were a whisper; but just loud enough for her to hear him. If she was planning on attacking him, the best that Ryosuke was going to either be able to do was defend himself with his dark energy once again if not he would have no choice but to clear the entire area with his true form as he did with the foolish goblins.




Standing right at the tree the entire time with his eyes closed and his arms crossed. Yukito had only opened up his left eye that gave off it's usual reddish glow when Mirage had tapped him upon the nose. Arching a brow towards her at the fact that she had done such a thing to him, he questioned the fact of how she spoke of the fact that Yukito had worried too much. It was somewhat his job to worry for her safety for being her bodyguard and all, and with the fact that the area the two of them were in wasn't their own territory; it made him worry all the more since the race that lived around here were the Pegasus. Horses that could fly high above the clouds and swoop down like they were some sort of eagle that was trying to catch their prey. Although the Gorganian race was much more powerful and could nearly easily defend themselves against any race; especially both himself and Mirage, it wasn't really an intention to forcibly attack any of the other races, yet.

Nodding at the fact that Mirage stated that the two of them would run if they had sent a squad to try and attack them. Yukito had lowered his arms to his sides and sighed with a bit of relief that although they were in a different territory, Mirage was still aware enough that danger was still a big issue in the end. Making his way over towards the water, he stared up towards the open sky to make sure that the area around where the two Gorganians were standing was still safe for the time being. The only thing that had really caught his attention to make him turn his head over his shoulder was when Mirage spoke of being ashamed for their race's natural eye color. "Although our eye color is different compared to every other being Miss Mirage. You should not feel ashamed for it, we are different although we still are known to be the more advanced race of all." He spoke with a low tone of voice before returning his gaze towards the open sky.

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#25
Old 10-20-2014, 06:55 AM

Startled by the girl's sudden movement, Echidna coiled back into the flowers, opening her mouth and releasing a hiss. While she was threatened by this pegasus (she guessed), Echidna slowly realized how ridiculous she was acting. If this girl posed any real threat she could quickly change into her real form to protect herself. With this rationalization, she relaxed. Her tight position loosened and, in a swift decision, she changed into her human form and slowly raised her hands above her head to show that she meant no harm. Looking into the pegasus's eyes, Echidna gave a weary smile. She wasn't accustomed to interacting with others and wasn't quite sure where to go from here. However, she forced herself to give reassurance to the girl.
"It's ok, it's ok. I was just curious." she said in her low, gruff voice.

Abha was exhausted by the time that the rest of the skeletons had been demolished. Fae swiped sweat off faer brow and bent over, clasping faer legs as fae drew in deep breaths. After a few moments, Abha straightened faer back and looked around. Fae saw a man approaching faer and grinned at the minotaur, putting on a friendly posture. However, as the minotaur spoke, Abha felt faer breath start to build up. Abha usually kept to faerself in the small fishing village. The few people that were familiar with Abha consistently used faer correct pronouns. Consequently, Abha hadn't experienced a person allude to any other sex, whether on purpose or not. Fae was caught off guard and as the minotaur stretched a hand out in greeting, the cyclops hesitated. However, acting on impulse, Abha quickly grabbed Alistair's hand and shook it.
"My name's Abha." fae said, smiling gently. "I was glad to help... the villagers are kind to me. I like to help in any way possible." the cyclops finished, releasing Alistair's hand simultaneously.

 


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