| Here in this abyss I lay in wait, turn back stranger the living mustn't mingle here. |
ANISE AGNELIUS'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | 18 |
GENDER |  Female |
SEXUALITY | Pansexual |
STATUS | |
JOB(S) | apprentice herbalist |
POSTS |  19 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Jan 25, 2015 5:07:02 GMT -5 ♔
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| ""ANGEL with a shotgun;;"" She never asked for this, rain steadily dropped from her window pane tapping onto the glass in successive beats she imagined them as tiny little gems falling, only for them to crash onto the ground in tiny little pieces. A kin to life watching the rain fall reminded the young woman how fragile human life could be. She left a soft breath leave her delicate lips. Brushing warm air against her pallid skin the young woman slid from her bed. Dressed already from having decided to leave since dawn but the sudden down pour hindered those plans.
Lucifer rarely allowed the young woman the chance to go out during the rainy seasons knowing just how unstable her health can be on these months. In truth Anise understood the precautious route her brother took. The last time illness took her she recalled her brother’s worried face hovering over her while doing his job as a worried older brother nursing his weak little sister. She shook her head of the image, noting how the rain refused to cease as she peered back towards the lone window in her room. One of the connections she had with the human world within the safe sanctuary of the two cornered walls.
Perhaps, she glanced at the silent clock ticking through the hours in slow successions. Each tick represented the time she spent slowly dawdling on her sanity if she continued to do nothing but waste this day away. The young child uttered a few sentences resembling words from an ancient dialect she once studied from one of the books her grandfather kept in his massive library. It’s still there should she decide to reminisce the days of her being under the guidance of a man who barely took the time to look at her.
Past is past, she stopped the image from lingering within her mind. Casually tossing it down an empty abyss where she usually throws things she’d rather forget but she never does as her mind refused to relinquish its hold upon the annoyance that is her past.
An hour later, pressing her back against the wall of their large compound she slip from the watchful eyes of the sentries akin to a ghost gliding into nothingness she utilized the shadows as her means of being undetected throughout her whole plot, beads of water soaked into her soaked, forcing the fabric to cling onto her skin. She gripped her cloaked a bit tighter than usual as she slipped away into the run down city of piros, even the beggars hated the rain... she thought as she glanced around. People wedged themselves against the small nooks of the alleys trying to keep themselves protected from the falling rain. Those who managed to reside on the partially abandoned decrepit walls of some of the buildings refused to leave, peering from the windows as the child caught their fleeting shadows.
Piros...certainly seen better days,
A few centuries ago or more...she tried picturing this place as like one of the other cities but it was hard to ignore the dark shadows lingering over the forgotten city. This...was the city of the dead and dying. How quaint...
Her steps fell in tune with the falling rain as she trudged through the wet streets of piros. Wonder... just what on earth will fate drag to her doorstep.
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| I will sleep, but promise me you will be here after I wake up. |
He knows how ugly and cruel life is more than anyone else, and he was driven to corner so many times he got tired and killed a man to claim his freedom to live as how he wanted. Unfortunately, by killing his uncle, he had let another man snatched away that same freedom and he was chained to him- to Azar Luski. This distant tomcat continues his life despite all that had happened to him, still yet to learn life is actually beautiful.
THEME SONG: Just call my name by Tsukiko Amano
ORIGIN | CITIZEN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | TWENTY-TWO |
GENDER |  Male |
SEXUALITY | BI-CURIOUS |
STATUS | Not Interested |
JOB(S) | THIEF & AZAR'S LACKEY |
POSTS | 22 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Feb 1, 2015 8:53:17 GMT -5 ♔
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 Even though I've escaped the wilderness of oblivion I still can't remember Every time I trace my memory I lose sight of it in the same place I fall into repetitions of the same thing Over and over again Now that I've been reborn, I wander even more let us end this By our own action He was not fond of Piros, to be honest. Piros reminded him of another place on Raduga that he hated and it was not his hometown, but the island of Isle. Both places gave him unfriendly environment and the people were all tough-looking. They scared him, which was why he found himself comfortable wandering in the city as a cat.
Tail swung idly as his feline eyes observed the slums' alleys and structures. Ears stayed sharp picking and listening to noises and sounds around him. Despite Piros was not as developing as other cities on the continent, it sure was busy as hell. There was no second to spare for silence to creep in in the air. One moment a person walked away, another person would walk in. Footsteps heard shuffling the dirt and sand on the ground as people passed by.
The cat halted with one paw hung centimeters off the cracked surface. Black nozzle twitched in bewildered over a sudden scent in the air. He looked up and watched as clouds began to gather and covered the once blue sky.
Rain.
He growled and started sprinting. He took one long straight run along the alley and then took a left turn and continued sprinting. The rain began to fall and it fell right behind him. It was like a game of tag, where he would run and the rain would chase. He managed to escape it for few rounds but as rain began to pour heavily, he had to give in and seek shelter from nearby building. He was not completely drenched, though some parts of his coat were damp. He licked his fur clean, curled himself and rested his muzzle on his paws. His eyes felt heavy and slowly, he fell asleep.
Half an hour passed and it felt only like a second. One eye opened and he took sweet time to focus on what was in his sight. His ears straightened up, turning side to side. He raised his muzzle up, got on all four paws and started stretching. He yawned and purred in delight. He wanted to go back to his nap, but as he was about to curl, his eyes spotted a figure.
A familiar face was heading towards him in the alley. He stopped what he was going to do and decided to wait for her to approach him. He would meow, but he hated meowing, especially in front of someone he knew. It's embarrassing.
ANISE AGNELIUS, few feet away and there's Luffy in his cat form sitting under a shop's roof.
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| Here in this abyss I lay in wait, turn back stranger the living mustn't mingle here. |
ANISE AGNELIUS'S OVERVIEW
ORIGIN | RED CLAN |
POSITION | STRAIN |
AGE | 18 |
GENDER | Female |
SEXUALITY | Pansexual |
STATUS | |
JOB(S) | apprentice herbalist |
POSTS | 19 |
GEMS | |
♔ Posted on Feb 2, 2015 6:55:03 GMT -5 ♔
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| ""ANGEL with a shotgun;;"" Drip drop...cascading in a never ending stream of tears falling from the heavens above. As a child there was a myth about rain being made out of the tears of a god crying for those below them. She wondered, musing as it entered her thoughts memory lane’s road appearing right before her mind’s eye but not today.
As much as it looked tempting to allow her mind to traverse through those winding paths she couldn’t allow it to render her a sitting duck amidst a sea of sharks. Ironically she view travelling the mud laden streets of Pyros as through walking into a den full of hungry wolves. At every crevice she saw shadows swiftly darting, the homeless huddled close to the warmth. Water soaking through the rags they wore on their body. Children shivered against the freezing touch of the willowing winds blowing together with the growing droplets. Second by second the oncoming monsoon storm grew fiercer, whipping at her cowl as she scowled lightly, barely allowing it to show on her lips as she continued on her steps, now the water began clinging on her cloak, water dripping off from the material and into the ground as the girl hurried down into a corner, turning to the small area of tucked shops and hall in the wall businesses. People here in Pyros were considered the damned of the empire,
The poor of the poorer, those with literally nothing on their backs and those considered a stain in society, it didn’t come as a surprise to the child that some of their merchandise saw better days hell it would be considered as old, and well ancient in terms of those who came from Chrysos and Zöld but the people here were making due with what they had. Still fighting a losing war as modernization slowly forgotten them, she sighed softly under her breath. The scene never changes every time she made her way down here. It’s always the same, the thundering voices of drunk roaring away their misery, tumbling in drunken stupor along the cold rained drenched streets.
Still the same Pyros... wonder if her brother planned to do anything about this, she know better than to be optimistic as realism had long make sure she keeps her head out of the clouds. As she was about to walk passed the butchers, with hold dried meat hanging by the hooks, a small figure nestled on next shop’s door step caught her eye. A cat, she blinked, glancing up to see the raindrops still falling then back at the feline. It’s blond coat was what really caught her eye at the slight puzzlement knowing most alley cats wouldn’t be out here in this...weather. Hesitantly she approached, ignoring the passing drunks chattering away their woes.
“Missus died today, dammit im stuck with the kids now.” A man garbed in a worn out tunic and pants that looked like it used to be white spoke to his friend, holding up the large jug of ale to his lips as he took another chug.
“Ahh... pity Ol Hilda was a grand cook that woman, Greta isn’t gonna be happy with this, our daughter just died, hasn’t even seen her first winter yet.” The man with him in a green colored shirt and brown workpants drunkenly swayed on his feet as he kept up with his friend, vanishing towards the next street. Nise hardly paid them any attention as she walked closer to the... cat. Her mind decided to take the long route in giving the child clues, but as soon as it did. The child gave a confused blink. “Laffy?” Walking closer to the cat before crouching down to make a move to pet his soaked fur.
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