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sᴀʀᴀʜ, Head Mod and Legolas Greenleaf
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Dec 17, 2013 08:37PM
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((What do you mean, all the history? Besides, someone made a good point- we write a small summary on what happens on each thread just for backup and then delete it.))
((If we do remake, I'd be happy, it's just all the effort I've put into making these characters believable, bringing them back in from the start could weave them out to be completely different.))
(( By group vote we restart right? BUT how many of those people who voted rp? I say we keep these up, AND IF a certain amount if people constantly rp until the restart is fun then we keep it, BUT if they do not rp THEN we go back to this old ome))
((This group has literally 100 members, and only around 10 people are active. *sighs*. Really? I thought I made the poll anonymous.))
((I understand that. Anyways, so we don't continue spamming this thread… Who would you prefer to break the tomb?))
((Okay. I'll give her a subtle entrance, as usual))
A slender figure, hooded as always and not unknown to her friends, even with the hood on, watched the scene play out from within the shadows. Anne looked at the dagger that rested on the flat of her hand. With a muted cry as she saw Mallory, she threw the dagger onto the ground and stamped it into the dust.
A slender figure, hooded as always and not unknown to her friends, even with the hood on, watched the scene play out from within the shadows. Anne looked at the dagger that rested on the flat of her hand. With a muted cry as she saw Mallory, she threw the dagger onto the ground and stamped it into the dust.
Anne looked up to see Fiera a few paces away, and she came slowly into full view. Her black, long cloak pooled around her feet like liquid shadow. As she looked down upon it, with a sickened thought it reminded her of Melissa's powers. She dropped to her knees beside Fiera. "Why?" She whispered.
Anne bent over, burying her face in her hands. "How can we continue like this?" She whispered, her voice choking up. "I've lost too many people." She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Fiera."
Anne hugged her back. "Don't- start with that." She said, knowing very well how this could play out. "I have been blaming myself for over two years for my brother's death, now look where this got me."
((Yeah, and Wood. :( ))
She sighed. "It has always been like that, well, for me. Every battle I have fought, my opponent came out as the victor." She hugged Fiera even tighter.
She sighed. "It has always been like that, well, for me. Every battle I have fought, my opponent came out as the victor." She hugged Fiera even tighter.
She smiled despite the pain. "I know you won't," she whispered. She was about to say something else but the grief choked up her throat.
Nobody had ever said that to Anne before. For awhile she stayed silent, and then said, "Th-thank you, Fiera."
"No matter what. I'll do my best. Let's go home." She wrapped one arm around Anne and the other around Zane and Toby.
"Alright," Anne said and they began walking when suddenly she stopped Fiera. "Wait. Something else bothers you, Fiera."
"I'm sorry... It's just I'm worried about Castor, I saved his soul, but he's stuck embedded in glass, and I'm not sure if he can breathe..."
Her blue eyes slid over to him and she refrained from shrugging. Instead she feigned a smile and said, "yes."





