Nov 17, 2012
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ooc | Okay, major threads I owe are for ahawkeyesview and overlordofwraiths. Those are the ones I'm certain of. Let me know otherwise, if I owe you. I will reply to other threads if I have time before work tomorrow.
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ooc | Okay, major threads I owe are for ahawkeyesview and overlordofwraiths. Those are the ones I'm certain of. Let me know otherwise, if I owe you. I will reply to other threads if I have time before work tomorrow.
Night<3
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ooc | looked in my drafts, realized I owe Brittany three threads. Well four actually. Okay, so this is what I owe:
ahawkeyesview x3 (OH HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED) agentclntbrtn (I have owed you since forever, but I'm stillintimidatedbyyoujfc) overlordofwraiths (I'm not even going to go into how intimidated by your writing I am, okay?) beyondmysights/shieldagentstanton (dear god this is not going to be pretty is it?)
Alright, otherwise, I think the only people that owe me a para thread is wintersurbanlegend.
overlordofwraiths started following you
"βThor?" Came the timid voice of the youth questionably, confusion clouding her mind. It appeared to be the thunderer she knew so well, but something was rather off; something was not quite right. The God's common demeanor and atmosphere was much altered from what was usual.
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Thank you to everyone who's calmed me, spoken to me and lifted my mood considerably. I love you all.
capture // @overlordofwraiths
In hindsight, Cole really should have seen this coming, he should have figured that just because he'd grown older and he's in a different timeline that didn't mean he would suddenly stop being an obvious choice for target practice. He got sloppy and didn't see the threat until it was too late. A thought of incredible frustration was the last thing that crossed his mind before he blacked out. Maybe he really should stop going outside.
He gasped awake, brain already kickstarting his memories and reminding him of his current predicament. He's chained up in some strange cavern or something like it, the air is a bit chilly but too cold. He tried to yank at the chains but it didn't give so Cole settled on saving his energy. Looking around, he wondered who had taken him and why in this cave, what had this kidnapper planned? Normal people would panic, but Cole is actually more used to being a hostage/prisoner than he really should be so he waits. He could be patient.
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Dark is the Night | Closed RP
The night was a beast, caged within the confides of the palace walls. Black slide over shadow, deepening, twisting, pure dark muscle rippling over floor, flesh, light, whatever lay in it's path. It paced, restless, waiting to sink fang and claw into the wanderers who walked it's pathways, who strayed from the comforts of sleep and companionship. The night was a beast, and Baldr found himself coiled in it's familiar consciousness.
These night-walks were the god's solace. It was the deafening roar of silence that pounded any ill thought, any ill dream, from his mind, to leave it blissfully cool and empty. They were his lonely escape from the visions of death that plagued his mind, and so, as he did each early hour, he paced with the beast. He danced with the dark in the corridors of his home, he made a cloak of light-less black to surround him, he made the beast his friend.
To be alone, at last.
But under the steady drum which demons and draugrs cavorted to under starless skies, the constant unheard heartbeat of the universe and all it's creations, came another noise. One of life, a noise that snaked it's way through the muffling gloom to the prince's ears. The bellows of lungs, the stoking of heart-fire, close by. From the overlapping shadows, something was breathing.