#muse testing

It started like a usual day at the academy until tragedy struck, two people running full speed into each other.

-SLAM CRASH-

The first thing El noticed after she got over the stumble was the...’mouth.’ It had to be a mouth, right? Yet it reminded her of a hole, a deep cavernous hole edged in sharp teeth and dripping a strange, glowing orange fluid. 

Blinking, the child glanced up. Those eyes burned the same color as the fluid. Almost as orange as the ever-grinning pumpkin that stood in front of one of these houses. Strange clothes garbed this even stranger man. He looked like he wore a potato sack, one of those big ones that Hop liked to buy in bulk ‘just in case.’ Come to think of it, his spine hunched over like one of those potato bags, too...

Yet despite his appearance, he never touched her. Instead, he backed away as if he were sorry. It confused El. People that looked like this were usually killers, weren’t they? 

@mister-dxctxr

Tien wandered the room of Karma-taj looking around curiously at the peculiar wall hangings and decorations, her parents were waiting for her back at the hotel they would meet up with her later. Tien didn't know what she was supposed to expect when she was allowed into the mysterious place until she dropped a vase and it shattered. Her first instinct instantly being to try and pick it up until she saw the other.

Tien offered a sheepish smile

@zoanthropiic sent :: ❛ this place has been abandoned for centuries. ❜ for julian!!

"I know," he said, voice low and quiet as if every word were to be a confession, "I had to see it before nature takes it back completely."

Julian ran his slender hand and weathered fingertips across the moss covered stone of the old monastery. The faint shadow of a crucifix on the wall was the only sign of what used to be, once upon a time.

"It's hard to fathom that an entire order would just abandon their home... Even stranger that they never returned and the place was left like this for so many years."

His footsteps echoed through what remained of the high ceilings and clean archways. Tall pillars of plain stone and narrow open windows left their imprint on the abandoned, crumbling ruins of what was once a holy place. There was a hollow feeling, cold and empty, that ran down his spine. The beauty of what once was gripped Father Romero tightly in its clutches and chilled him to his core.

fairly tall and lean but hunches over, insecure and timid. dark circles under his downturned eyes with dark, thick eyelashes. sallow olive tone skin, blue-black wavy hair thats starting to go grey at the temples, dark hazel eyes. long shape of the face, narrow chin, gaunt cheeks that make his cheekbones seem more drastic than they really are, with a long + narrow roman nose. early 40s. clean shaven but always has a bit of a shadow going on bc his hair is very dark with a cool undertone.