I'm sorry. D:
Also I've been butting heads with parents and their favorite way of punishing me is taking away computer privileges so you know where I've been today... Internetless...
I'm leaving Friday morning for a week long road trip to South Carolina. I'll probably be back either next Thursday or Friday. This sort of means that all the rps I'm in I'll either have to put on hold or drop out of by Friday.
This really pisses me off because I wanted to complete the...
”Well you’re not wearing a massk yet. Perhapss I could earn enough infamy by forcsing you to releasse me and change our possitionss,” Tale’s voice lowered as she narrowed her eyes at Haran. Their places were inconsequential to her. She did not see that she was on the bottom of this fight. She...
A snarl erupted from Tale as Haran caught her wrists. Her vision was still a bit blurry and her mind muddled from having just come to, but she had enough time to yank herself up while Haran was inadvertently keeping her steady as he tied her hands together fully. She bent her head down to bite...
Zevnir was thinking about what to do with the kid still as he hacked his way back down the path he had made on his trip to the camp. What were some nearby planets that would take this kid. He had half a mind to drop him off with the Sith as sort of a good will present. They could use another...
She would have fought back more. She was well-endowed with natural weapons, her hardened claws and talons that she kept in perfect condition. Tale did not get the chance to use them as she was knocked unconscious with a sharp rap to the head. Her eyes fluttered shut and her body fell limp...
Panic showing on her face for the first time, she chucked the pistol at his face as her scales blended to a bright red. She brought her other hand up to catch his wrist, her claws digging into his flesh. He was stronger than her though, and she found her back on the couch cushions. Her plans...
Tale’s own neck snapped back as she was pushed forward. Her arms came around to catch herself against the back of the couch in front of her. The gun had gone off the moment she felt excess pressure on her back, but she had not been fast enough. The bold had skimmed the air in front of him and...
If Tale was anything, it was wishy-washy in terms of what she was feeling at any given moment. Her emotions shifted around like a klidascope, always drastically changing and in such vibrant hues. A moment ago she might have wanted to talk for the rest of the night, now she simply wanted to hear...
As Zevnir was released, he brushed the leaves and sap off him before cursing as it simply smeared. He’d have to wash his armor now, would it hold up under scrubbing? Certainly the paint wouldn’t, it was old and chipping. He didn’t bother waiting as the kid started making noises to the animals...
While Drauin talked, Jessie sat back in her seat, her dark red hair curled around her ears and her green eyes narrowed. She had her hands clasped in her lap, her saber placed delicately in her fingers. She did not trust herself to talk right now simply because she was too emotional at the...
Zevnir sat there, thinking for a moment. This kid was force sensitive obviously. He didn’t want to kill him either, neither of them wanted to hurt the other. As much as Zevnir loved brawling and was desensitized to people dying left and right, he himself still had enough of a heart left to know...
An amused hum came from her lips as she moved the half empty wine glass from them. Tale rolled the dark liquid around, then spinning the stem of the glass between two fingers, keeping herself entertained. Her eyes left him and moved to her drink for a time, remaining silent as her other hand...
What the hell was this? Zevnir was in action immediately, his bes'kad swinging and slicing easily through the vines. One snagged around his ankle and he fell over before he could cut it. That was the chance these dreaded vines needed to ensnare him completely. Geeze, who’s bright idea was it to...
All hopes were tarnished in about three seconds. What was this little Woolamander boy doing, running around in just leaves? This was worse than he thought. The idea of simply turning and leaving crossed Zevnir’s mind, but he was already too far into this. So his animal friends were hurting, so...