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Post by heika on Jul 9, 2018 8:05:12 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","tempbackground2"] [attr="class","tempinfo"] [attr="class","boopsie"]Prompt #01 Your character has suddenly been drawn into a brand new world. Most are surrounded by complete strangers, and even those with friends now have to come to terms with a destiny and powers they may not have wanted. Your character contemplates the future and what it might hold in store for them.
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Post by Caspian Vaela on Jul 9, 2018 9:35:22 GMT
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maybe i could die treading water, drowning under moonlight sonata
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Caspian had never been one to think too far into the future. One of the first lessons life had taught him was to take nothing for granted; anything that is freely given could be just as easily taken away. In the blink of an eye, he had been stripped of his position in the pack and cast out into the wilderness, and few believed he would have survived into his adulthood. There were nights where even he thought it was the end of the road, that he would close his eyes for the last time and the world would forget about him as easily as a bear shrugged off the lingering vestiges of sleepiness as it emerged from its den in the gentle spring sunlight. But, it appeared that some greater force had wanted him to live, for he had always roused in time to be greeted by the sunrise.
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Regardless, he remained deeply aware that there was never a guarantee that he would live past tomorrow. As a result, he spent very little time dwelling on possibilities, but, for the first time in a long while, he had no choice but to do exactly that. Morpheus had told him that the only way for him to return home was to accept his destiny, however there were still far too many open-ended questions for him to be sure of anything. Why him? Why now, when he still had unfinished business to attend to? What did it even mean, to become a god? No matter how he mulled them over, Caspian still had no real answers. But, he supposed that the fact that they remained unresolved was important in its own right, for the one thing he knew with any certainty was that the answers he craved lie ahead, and the only way for him to find them was to continue on. His future may have been ripe with unpredictability, but it was still his for the taking.
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Post by Sundew on Jul 9, 2018 13:06:46 GMT
All her life, Sundew had dreamed of adventure. Her littermates had scoffed at her, once upon a time. They had said she had no more chance of adventure than a bear had a chance of climbing a tree. They were doubly wrong, Sundew knew now, because she was on an adventure and she had seen a little black bear sleeping in a tree. Since coming here she had been forced to acknowledge something she had always really known - her pack and home were boring. Everyone was the same color, everyone did what they were supposed to, there were never any surprises. Here there were wolves with horns, glowing crystals, and curses from real gods that walked among them. One day she might even be such a god. Yes, life was truly a dream. She could wander here for all her days and still find something new before the sun fell each night. Pure joy suffused her being, spreading from the bright little coal of happiness that seemed to burn eternally in this strange and wonderful place. Soon it felt as if her whole body was lit like a burning brand, and she worried she might actually burst into flames. Perhaps that was her aspect of divinity? Sundew thought she could enjoy being the goddess of fire. She would bring warmth on cold days, happiness to bored pups... It was too hard to think of the positive benefits of fire. There were too many negatives - forest fires, scorched paws, stinging eyes. There must be something more for her here, something that would allow her to kindle her share of joy among all the souls of this land and every other. Sundew felt a sense of purpose descend over like a calm wind on a hot day. Everything suddenly felt right. She would do what she could to spread joy to those she encountered in this strange land. That was surely a better goal than a simple adventure. Why, anyone could have adventures! Especially here. Could anyone else be as wonderful, sparkling, and enthusiastic as she could? Resoundingly, no! Sundew resolved right then and there to try and find a sad wolf every day. She would do absolutely everything in her power to make them laugh - a happy laugh, not a mean one - before leaving them to live their lives. She had no doubt that they would be much improved after a healthy dose of laughter. Yes, that was how she would prove her worthiness. What could be more worthy than joy? 422 WORDS FOR MONEY ― watch out ya'll, she's coming for your gloomies. |
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Post by Myrr on Jul 9, 2018 22:45:22 GMT
So many words could be used to acutely describe the monster slouched over his reflection. Dark, pools of liquid gold burning into the sea of tar and star dust. It was strange, this picture set on the stagnant surface of the lake. The mirror of the nightly heavens and yet...the only sign Myrriah was there were the twin orbs glaring back with all the pain and regal indignation of a wounded soldier looking into the face of his captor. Except, the male was both.
It always boiled down to choices. No matter how much one believed something would happen of its own accord, it was the choices one made that brought things into existence. One must decide to move his legs to find prey. One must decide to find companions or be lonely. One must decide to find shelter in a storm. And Myrriah had to decide what he was going to do with his life.
Here, in this new world, his past held no qualms. It was simply that; his past. Whatever happened then was erased the moment he first set his paws on this magic tainted soil. In that moment he truly existed for the first time. Now he was given a second chance to right those haunting wrongs. To make things good and just for every soul that drew breath.
In this moment, reflection staring at the mirror, Myrr made a choice.
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Post by Kimagure Stagner on Jul 9, 2018 23:04:33 GMT
She thought it was better this way. Being here meant she no longer had to fear that the brothers would follow her. How could they? Surely they would never be suitable. Her eyes scanned the horizon, hard and measured. The ivory was unafraid, more so interested to see what this world held. She could walk free of chains here. She could build her own life, start her own empire if she wanted. Perhaps she'd establish her own pack to keep herself secure and fed... perhaps she wile away her days practicing her powers so she would never need to feel fear again.
A breeze ruffled her dense coat as she stood at the top of the ridge. The sinking sun cast red and gold and orange over the landscape, snowdrops ruffling in the wind. To be all powerful... To be immortal... To become a god. She still wasn't sure she believed it. Her skeptical mind rarely took anything at face value. Even if it were partially a lie... she certainly didn't know how she had gotten here and found no way or reason to escape.
That meant she must make the best of it despite the oddities. She had been content being merely mortal. Even if she remained merely mortal in a place safe from snapping jaws and frigid, murderous winters... that was enough.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2018 5:32:16 GMT
When she’d been born, she knew that her pack was her life and her family was everything that mattered in the universe. As she grew up, she learned what it meant to be a responsible and respectable wolf. She forged what she’d assumed were close bonds with her littermates and other siblings, for these were the wolves she’d share her entire life with.
And then it all went to hell and back.
It had started with the herds moving on to safer lands. Hunger became the norm, and it was apparent that the pack could not exist in its current form. She and several of her siblings had been cast out as a result. She’d hoped for them to band together and form their own pack somewhere, but her fellow dispersals had scattered like leaves in the wind, and she was certain she’d never see anyone from her former life again.
She’d known pack. She’d known loyalty. She’d known security.
She’d known nothing.
Then she found herself on an enchanting beach, far away from the world that had once been her home. A wolf that was more than wolf appeared to her as a guide, showing her things she never would have thought possible. It was still unbelievable, though now she had her own proof to back his claims. She could feel life around her in ways she’d never sensed it before. She could make herself and others temporarily faster or stronger or even knit wounds closed. The very essence of life called to her spirit, bolstering her and enabling her to support herself and others.
And there were others. They weren’t family. She’d scarcely call them pack. But they had earned a measure of her trust and respect, and she liked to think she’d done the same. Perhaps one day they would be a proper pack, and her way of life would be restored to her.
Or perhaps her powers would grow beyond her mortal capabilities, and she’d receive a true taste of the godhood she was promised.
She still knew nothing.
And, maybe, that was okay. At least for now. All would come to her in time, just as her powers had. Just as her journey and the resulting knowledge had. Just as her companions had.
Well…maybe she knew more than she thought.
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Post by Neith Zahrani on Jul 11, 2018 0:02:09 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","neith"] Neith was a dreamer. She thought and she thought and she lived in her thoughts, because her mind had always been a kinder place than the reality that surrounded her. In her mind, her mother was kind, her father close, her sister always there. Her imagination was the alternate reality she could never have, where she said everything perfectly, could rewrite her story again and again until each scene was perfect, each piece of her life a perfect part of a perfect tale. And she loved. And she was loved. But since coming to this land – it was as if her dreams had become reality. She had power, unlimited, unknowable, unstoppable power. And her future suddenly seemed attainable, not just a spun-out fantasy that came true in her mind. She would love, and she would be loved. And if they did not love her – if they did not love her they would love her. Oh, how they would love her. As if she were a creature of moonbeams and dreams, spun into existence by the love of their heart, the desire of their mind, the lust of their body. And who was this ‘they’? Everyone – every wolf she met. Eventually. Always eventually. But that eventuality had an expiration date, a guaranteed end. She could not see it yet, but she knew it to be there, as sure as she knew her name, her desires, her dreams. She just had to acquire enough power – make them realize that they could love her in life or be denied any semblance of it. And they would love her. And she would never be lonely again. tags: heikawords: 272 notes: this is some garbage but whatever
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Post by Pepper on Jul 11, 2018 19:51:09 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","pepper"] Everything had changed so much, yet remained the same. He had told her she was to be a god, but she still felt weak. That she was to be eternal, but she still felt frail. How was it that so much had happened and yet nothing at all? Pepper didn't feel any greater, wiser, or stronger for being here. All that was harbored within her stomach was the merciless fear that had taken residence on that fateful day. The day she realized that the world was a cruel place. It chewed up promises and spat them out with no bias on the victim. It had no care about breaking hearts or tainting innocence - and to know it could just happen at any second without warning. Who wouldn't be afraid? She longed for the days when her mother would sing her to sleep with the tune of a songbird. Or when they would both run blissfully through their small territory without a care in the world. Things were much simpler then. Pepper didn't have the question everything she did or feel the need to shrink down when another wolf appeared. What a fool she had been - what a fool she still was. Not that it was all bad, though. She had made friends, allies, and memories that would never be forgotten. A routine had formed in trying to make those around her proud. In a small way, the female had formed a hearth and family. But... but it was temporary. The only thing that Pepper really wanted was to just go home.tags: heikawords: 261 notes: ---
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Post by Damia Atse on Jul 13, 2018 5:40:58 GMT
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Damia giggled as she strolled along. To be chosen to become a god! Now that was something. She felt positively giddy. She was to be a god! She was chosen. She would be the best god ever. And none can tell her what to do. She will have all the pretties she wanted. More then enough. And have the power to strike down those that try to stop her. She would be all powerful. Special. Thats what she was. None other then her brother mattered. Everyone else were to be merely toys. There for her entertainment.
Smugly she walked along the coast. She would rule this land with her brother. She didnt quite grasp the face that others here were chosen to be gods as well. If they can manage it. She simply would take all the pretties she wanted when she became a god. All powerful god. She would never age. Never die. She wouldnt lose her brother once they became immortal. Young and beautiful forever. That appealed to her greatly. With another giggle to herself thinking about all the wondrous things that waited for her.
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Post by Vidar on Jul 15, 2018 14:35:53 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","vidar"] Life had certainly changed for Vidar. There were no more soft snuggles with his mate. No more cold, wet noses blindly spoking at his side, seeking a nipple he didn't possess. No more stories of love and honor told before a crowd. Yet he had lost those things long before he crossed the threshold of this realm. What, then, had he truly lost in this most recent move? Not his despair, not his sorrow. Perhaps his loneliness? Morpheus had offered him aid, but so had other wolves he had met in this place. All of them came from places and situations as unique as their powers, and yet he could feel that there was a place for him here. His heart recoiled from the thought. A place? Here? How could he have a place without Berry, she who had been his home for years? Perhaps here he did not have to be alone, but he would not be happy. Vidar built the resolve in his heart. He would never again be happy while Berry was dead. It was all about her, all for her. He would grow his powers, become a god. And one day, some way, he would bring her back to him. tags: heikawords: 204 notes: notes go here
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