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[Introduction]

Hello, I'm Rare. The plot of this role play is loosely developed and is meant as a way of sorts to ease myself back into the roleplaying style.


[Watchers of the World Plot]

This roleplay was intended to be artistic and not completely plot driven. Thus, I left the plot to be as broad as possible to encourage spontaneous plot and world development.

What we know ; Winter is cold and cruel, and our story finds itself settled in the peak of the cold season. Beautiful nightmarish animals claim land in this fantasy world where magic survives and humans are endangered. In the depths of the mountain wood, a shift in balance and order that harbor secrets could change everything.



[Rules]

Please post more than one line and allow room for other to respond accordingly.

Please be somewhat descriptive in your posts!

Feel free to add things to the world or plot through your roleplaying that you see fit.

If you join the roleplay, please make an attempt to stay within it (as opposed to dropping out half-way through).

If you wish to drop out/need to, please let me know (mailing or posting here in an OOC message) that you are doing so.

Don't post character sheets! Describe your character in your first post.

Even though my character is a gryphon, you may roleplay as something different.

You can roleplay as many characters as you can properly manage.

You can roleplay as either mystical creatures or non-mystical.





[WOTM Part One - Awakening]


Pines vaulted from the frozen ground into equally cold, black skies like towers trembling in the wind, their silhouettes dark against the heavy storm clouds that bruised purple and swelled against the bitter winds, allowing little of the dying moonlight to abet any travelers that entered the woodland. The bereavement streams cried against the chill that froze their waters, ice splintering where the waters fought and pushed through currents, the turbulence echoing through the timber, cutting through the thick silence of the seemingly dead, overgrown forest.

But there was life in this world, strange and twisted creatures, cruel or compassionate, terrible or merciful, and just as sun was reaching out with her long, warming fingers through crooks in the trees and groves int he mountains, dull with cold and fatigue, two cobalt eyes contemplated the horizon.

The creature watched silently, the strong build of her body rested comfortably in the thick snow as the faint glow of the rising sun allowed light to blink wildly between glaciated branches as they danced against the merciless breath of winter, and reflect brilliantly into the creatures gaze. The wind left ghostly touches upon her pallid coat, ashen and bedraggled from living hard, disheveled years of unenlightened solitude. Feathers that blanketed the foremost of her body quivered above tightly contrived muscle as she trembled, her hindquarters warm with clouded fur that smoothed along her sleek frame in brilliant hues of gray. Wings stretched, and the gryphon known to few as Marlena was awakened once more.

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PostPosted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 3:14 am 
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I hope it's alright with you if I use your testing-of-the-waters RP as a means to introduce and hopefully become familiar with a character that I'd made for an RP that never got off the ground.

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Down, down, down below, the tops of clouds roiled with a storm that would certainly come. From a windswept ledge, a creature watched this through the lens of her breathing mask. Far too much nitrogen in this atmosphere for her, and not near enough oxygen or carbon dioxide. It coated her face and long, sharp muzzle in a clear, semi-flexible alloy. Strong tubing connected the mask to its tanks and regulator while a one-way valve let puffs of hot breath out into the frigid high mountain air.

The entirety of her sleek and lightly muscled quadruped body was covered with dense layers of white fur that rippled with the strong gales. Her snowy white wings, wide expanses of downy fuzzed membrane and thickly furred spines, were pressed tight to her sides, preserving warmth. Her wide back paws splayed across the snow, making barely a dent considering the creature’s size. The front feet were clenched around a broad white prehensile tail, the toes long enough to be quite dexterous, almost fingers. But not enough to have crafted the breathing mask that she wore.

This thing, somewhere between wolf and dragon, no bigger than a bobcat, was more at home up on this barren peak than down past the heights of the clouds. She had no name, but the translator in the mask would call her Chaser of the Night Sky Lights, as the other sentient race of her homeworld had called her. The ones that had made her mask and the tanks and her translator. Others had referred to her more simply as Chase.

She had chosen the highest peak for a reason. The bitter cold wind of the winter was closest to the spring her world and its two peoples enjoyed. But here, it lacked the small creatures she and hers still hunted across bleak landscapes. She would have to descend into the valley if she wanted to eat this morning. The crevasse she slept in was bare of foodstuffs of any type. No frozen carcasses or frozen berries. All it had going for it was breathable air and a thick layer of skins she’d brought from home.

The Chaser of the Night Sky Lights, the only one of her kind that she knew to leave the embrace of a planetary tundra, opened her wings and leapt. She plummeted, close enough to scrape the rocks above the clouds if she wished, and down through their damp and staticy confines. Down until her glide took her above the pointed tips of trees. Still a small wonder to her that they grew so tall and so close. Hard to catch her breath with the strain of flight the regulator almost couldn’t give her enough air.

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...For Man, no rest and no ending. He must go on, conquest beyond conquest. First this little planet with its winds and ways, and then all the laws of mind and matter that restrain him. Then the planets about him and at last out across immensity to the stars. And when he has conquered all the deeps of space and all the mysteries of time, still he will be beginning.

Rule #1, don't match wits with someone with an MBA in Psychology, you will ALWAYS lose, if only because they can **** you off in 10 seconds flat. True story...


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[I've returned from the holidays. And, that's fine.]

The escarpments jutted into the sky like bouldered towers, their tops buffeted by benumbed winds, the mistral's piercing barrage echoing off crevices and through the dense foliage that followed the steep contours until they grew substantial approaching the apical of the cliff. Poised beneath winter greens at the top of the precipice, her shoulders pushed back with regal demeanor, Marlena scanned the landscape that stretched unbounded below her, the fine tufts of pearly fur that covered her face curled naturally over her firm skin, thick spotted locks of downy feathers entangled around the downward slope of her beak. Hoarfrost covered her form and as she calmly tilted her massive head, conceding the owl in her blood. She stole a glance behind her, broad eyes blinking lazily as the gales combed through her coat.

The forest was difficult to maneuver through considering thick timber, withholding sunlight from reaching the ground. Despite this, Marlena cocked her head and drew on the power of her eyes - amber tinted stained with saffron- as she had some skill in seeing into the murky darkness that decorated this part of the planet. The sky was unusually darker, more so than she’d seen before, and her yellow orbs traced the outlines of the swirling clouds that hinted savage storms. The gryphon yawned and extended one powerful hind leg into a stretch, her paw digging grooves into the firm earth below it.

"..." The gryphon inhaled sharply, expanding two lungs that situated themselves on her neck and allowed her to breath in the planet's unique atmosphere. The high nitrogen levels that circulated through the air gave nutritional value to the creature that was a combination of owl, snow leopard, and whatever abominable appendices the planet had forced her to evolve, and although the combination of Nitrogen, Oxygen and Carbon Monoxide gave her strength, she felt herself shaken with a wave of sudden fatigue as she sensed sudden presence in her territory. Her muscles quivered as she scanned the sky, although she didn't need to search for long as a creature glided over the tips of her trees, Marlena's sharp eyes catching the sight of the quadruped glider who wore a gas mask for survival. Marlena clicked her beak and, driven by curiosity, boredom, and territoriality, the gryphon spread her prodigious wings and took flight. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

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Thunder. Thunder meant lightning. She didn’t like lightning in the least. Lightning storms weren’t common but they were dangerous. And a good bit more common than rain storms, that was for sure. The cautious side of her urged her to land. But unfamiliar with the trees and especially a forest, she didn’t entirely know where. Until the buffeting of dueling winds made up her mind for her, nearly tossing the glider into a tangle of branches. With the slightest adjustment, she was skimming the tops of trees, searching for one that would support her weight. Unaware that she was, in turn, being watched herself.

Nimble back feet reminiscent of a snowshoe hare’s touched a branch and the surprisingly adept forepaws grabbed hold of another. She swayed there, an impossible bloom of snow white in the high branches, tail snaking around the branch she was perched on. Now the trouble was getting down without tearing any holes in her wings. The beast lifted her head, regarding the sky with a wary impatience, alert for the next clap of thunder or flash of lightning. Swollen bellies of clouds reflected in the lens of her mask, hiding the intelligent coal black gaze.

She squinted at the distance, sure now there was something else there. But still clung gamely to the jostling branches. It was a something that flew, not glided. Strange in that way. There was very much she didn’t know about this planet’s native life. And the same curiosity that drove her to board an interstellar exploration crew now had her stay in plain sight in the biting wind.

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...For Man, no rest and no ending. He must go on, conquest beyond conquest. First this little planet with its winds and ways, and then all the laws of mind and matter that restrain him. Then the planets about him and at last out across immensity to the stars. And when he has conquered all the deeps of space and all the mysteries of time, still he will be beginning.

Rule #1, don't match wits with someone with an MBA in Psychology, you will ALWAYS lose, if only because they can **** you off in 10 seconds flat. True story...


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