| From the Deluge |
[Mar. 20th, 2013|02:12 pm] |
[[We had been working on this before the festival event started, so we wanted to get it posted before we went off to do the prompt! :D]]
It was really pissing now, and he wasn't exactly dressed for the weather.
Especially considering his... cargo. He kept the warm little bundle tucked under his coat, humming under his breath, an old Olsir tune to calm them both. He could already feel his hands shaking where they clutched the swaddled blankets. Which was strange, because he felt perfectly calm.
It was eerie, really, how level he felt, considering the circumstances. He chuckled to himself, swiped a hand over his face, wiping away raindrops that smeared pinkish before being swept away by the downpour.
His coat made a discontented mewling noise and he shushed it gently, hurrying down the dark, empty streets and slogging through dingy puddles.
( He wasn't entirely sure where he was going, but anywhere was better than this deluge. ) |
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| Shark. |
[Nov. 8th, 2012|05:14 pm] |
It was a depressing thought to realize that, after enduring the rampant chaos of the Shadow Cellar, working at the Distillery was almost… boring. Even with her job, she missed the excitement.
( She'd become twisted in her descent. ) |
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| Favorite |
[Oct. 8th, 2012|09:12 pm] |
Creeeeeeeeaaaak
He slumped bonelessly over his desk, bony, ink-stained fingers curled around a pen that bled a creeping blot of black on the sheet of wrinkled paper beneath his cheek. His snores were low and rough, his aching eyes closed at last, and his back would be protesting violently come morning, as it always did after a night asleep at his desk.
Creeeeeeeeaaaak
His weight shifted a bit, mouth closing, nose wrinkling in his sleep at the taste of stale booze, thick and sour at the back of his tongue. Once settled, he heaved a sigh, snuggling deeper into the nest of parchment and quills around his head.
Several minutes of peace and relative comfort ticked by, before he shifted again.
Creeeeeeeeaaaak
One shift too many, in a chair that had been on its last legs (no pun intended) since the day he dragged it from a back alley and into the ( coffin he called home. ) |
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| [MOD] ANNOUNCE |
[Oct. 5th, 2012|09:07 pm] |
Sena
Apprentice Tidecaller
[ Ashe || predictionhues ]
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Camila Arderne
Barmaid at the Shadow Cellar & The Distillery
Information Broker
[ ANT || antchan89 ]
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Fran Urelith
The Taken
Countess
[ Angie || pinup saint ]
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Hakki Essam
Musician
Member of TROUPE
[ J || bibyechan ]
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Aedri
Servant of Varonian
[ Holliday || nochristmasjokesplz]
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Please welcome them all with open arms! Also, this marks us OFFICIALLY being caught up with all the profiles on the site. We will be having announces of new characters as any normal game would from here on out. |
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