Fated of Faowind (Fantasy RP. T-M Rated. OPEN! Accepting -With website-)

[SoulRevenge]

Tuck Friar seemed terribly content on continuing to take his time as he continued to drift lazily through the isles of books. There was, much to his dismay; only realistic-fiction and non-fiction titles from what he could see. Surely there had been lot's of fiction that he had passed up on his journey through the library, but alas; such a thin eye was bound to miss what he was looking for, especially when it was hidden in a dusty viel of other leather-encased books which were of an entirely different genre. Still, he continued to trudge on; occasionaly looking over his shoulder or up at the top of book-cases in hopes of taking sight of Glen Ballard, who had ran off, obviously not wanting to listen to him continuesly blabber about nonsense that he was probably entirely knowledgable of stuff. But, really; if you were in Tuck Friar's position, you couldn't help but blame the cat. It wasn't like there would be a reward of soup or tea (the cat's favourite delectables, to be a bit more precise) waiting for him if he managed to sit through the entire thing. He would be found soon- now actually, seeing that watchful yet easily distracted eyes managed to catch sight of the black and white-tom cat; who's ridiculously puffy coat allowed Tuck to tell him apart from others who held an appearance similiar to his. Of course, those unusual, icy-blue eyes also helped quite a bit.
"There you are!" Tuck's voice seemed to simply split the air as he finnaly caught sight of his feline-companion, crouched down on one of the many bookshelves, tail flicking left and right, kicking stale dust and allowing it to flutter away in a rather scared manner; almost like a canary showed pitty upon- one that had been momentarily released, and unless it managed to make it's full escape in time, it would be once more in the fierce Pussy-Cat's grasp, eventually going to be chewed and swallowed.
The cat did not reply, just continued to allow his tail to flicker back and forth, back and forth; kicking dust up (there really wasn't much at the moment anyway- the extra inhabitants had helped throw a lot of it off as it is) as if he was a duster hard at work- though not really thinking about where it was to go.
With a sly grin, the cat nodded his head in reply; letting out an obviously sarcastic yawn. Strange almost clear claws digging into the rather neat oak below. Brilliant icy eyes starring intently into Mr. Friar's much less eccentric gaze.



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"You decided to take your time, you know!" Glen meowed, tail flicking back and forth in interest as he looked towards Tuck, that typical sly grin spread across his muzzle as his ears continued to flick backwards and forwards in a manner that could make any swear that he was trying to taunt them abit- or at least highly amused by their stupidity. How they were stupid? Well, with a cat as old and as wise as Glen Ballard, almost everyone but Ikar could be titled 'stupid' with just a glance from the cat.
But, in reality the cat was actually rather interested in what he was seeing from a distance. Two ails down- Ikar was there, but he was quite honestly too lazy to tromp over there and cause a commotion at the moment. None the less, a perticuliar book caught his eye. "Captain Albert Alexander" was whom he believed was the 'hero' of this story. A true sailor if he remembered correctly- hell, he might of even knew the actual man behind the wheel of that ship. Well, he couldn't be sure; Glen Ballard thought he knew the hero of a lot of stories, especially if they included a life at sea. Hadn't he once came across Moby Dick? He had thought he had anyway. . . all's Tuck did was blabber about it to himself though, so he couldn't be entirely sure. None the less, he thought he knew a lot of characters (or at least he seemed to show much pride in thinking that he knew them,). Mr. Alexander was no exception to this list, surely! The tale of when he had helped a hundred-story-high walrus was still in his mind, and he could picture is clearly. Surely it meant that he had came across this man once before  (surely he hadn't)!







Sorry it's so short. uvu

[Tanglemask]

(Okay so it's come to my attention a few haven't posted. Now I know there are a few who have an acception because they are waiting on some.
We've basically died. So here's the thing. I want everyone who is currently active, willing to continue, to post by Saturday. Just a 'i'm still here' kinda OOC post. Just so I know. If you do not then I have no choice to kick you because some people cannot post because they are waiting on others. So please.)

[LilBlueAlienGirl]

((And I just want to specify that the only reason why I haven't posted is because I am waiting on Husky. I will go with Tangle's idea, and if Husky won't post by tomorrow then- well yeah.))

[Huskystar]

((Sorry, I have to leave this roleplay, caught in to many! And I have joined many clubs, making my schedule even more tight. I hope this Role Play doesn't die. And maybe Digger just ran? Just trying to help Blue. Farewell!
~Husky ))

[Kasai]

[I'm still alive =) ]

[SoaringAway]

[[I am typing up a response as we speak. I was starting to but I detoured over to a discussion at the "Game Discussiion." Sorry, guys ^^;' ]]
[[Post will appear here soon.]]

[LilBlueAlienGirl]

((Me and Tangle agreed on the fact that if Husky steps out of the roleplay then we'll pretend that Digger became Sombra's late-night snack. Cause, really, what's a German shepherd to a 60-something foot anaconda. Especially if said anaconda trapped said shepherd. I'll edit this into a post soon, so yeah.))

SOMBRA SITH

Insubordination. It is not tolerated where Diamonds are Yellow. No matter if you are native or not. And so, insubordination requires the ultimate punishment.

Dogs do taste rather pleasant. A nice, comforting feeling. And it seems dogs belonging to royalties have a pleasant after-taste of gleeful smugness.

Sombra does like it quite a lot.

With his spirits subtly lifted and with a pleased aura, the massive anaconda made his way to the Yellow Diamond hub. His pawns both guided him and cleared themselves off of his path, bowing to their King as he passed by. Smart humans, they've learned well indeed. It was a pleasing thought, wafting through his mind like smoke from one of the many scented candles in his private study, and it gave him a sense of smug comfort as he moved on ahead, his large body slithering across stone platforms with ease. It took him about a minute to return to the hub, and another minute to scale the whole building up, up, up, to the highest level of the building and the city alike, where his quarters were located, taking up the whole floor.

A heavy sigh drew forth from the snake's long body, his reptilian face forming a look of lightly amused helplessness when his dark eyes gazed upon the half-asleep elf and how he was shackled. When he'd said "secure him well" he hadn't meant "lock him up against the wall and leave him alone", no. Sombra Sith is a snake who treats those of Nature with at least a remote sense of respect, even if they have thrown their lot in with lowlifes. It hadn't been in the Yellow King's intentions to have this young one bound like an animal. But, oh well, we'll have to stick with that, won't we?

"It boggles my mind." His smooth, hissing tones shattered the silence which he hadn't broken in the slightest with his stealthy arrival. "How did an elf of Faowind manage to fall from his grace and fall prisoner to simple humans and a mutt?" The massive snake moved closer to his guest, head raised to the usual height, letting him tower over the boy without even trying to. His neck arched in a c-shape as he changed his position, moving eye-level with the other, and his piercing opticals focused their studying gaze at the being in front of him. "A disgracing little mishap, was it not." He crooned in a seemingly understanding manner, kindness appearing to be the ruling emotion in his scheming reptilian demeanor at the moment. "But mistakes are bound to happen at some point. It's alright, it's all right. Simply indulge this humble snake, would you? Might I have your name, young elven-kind?"

DAMIEN

Oh, he didn't wanna just "lay there". He doesn't like to be still for more than a living being generally needs to be still. But just this once he figured it was alright. So Damien let himself relax against the books he was laying on, deep breaths slowly, carefully heaving out of his lungs, cautious to avoid irritating the freshly patched-up wound. Well, this whole thing had been a ruckus. A rather embarrassing one at that. Who'd want to start bleeding out because of bloody BOOKS on the day they've finally found their twin sibling after three years of roaming the whole of Faowind in search for him. Nyeah. A really unpleasant reunion.

Speaking of twin siblings, Nikolai's current absence from his side wasn't a comforting thing. The Animagus opened his dark-chocholate eyes, squinting them against a momentary dizzy spell, trying to locate his brother at the same time, and comforting relief waved through him when the familiar shape of his twin came into his lightly blurry visual range. But, blurry or not, Nikolai was close enough for Damien to see the cover of the book he was holding. A surge of strong nostalgia overtook his heart at that moment, and a shaky half-sigh, half-laugh drew it's way past his lips. Out of all the books and stories it entails, there's always this one around in a library. Especially THE Library.

"Just before he went down, he called to his crew: "It's obvious that my time has come, I'll let this ending ensue."" His hushed voice, silent in the face of the commotion but loud enough to be heard by the one who was supposed to hear him, sounded without his consent, quoting the story of one of the men both Parkers had taken on calling their childhood heroes. ""I've led an exciting nautical life, it would seem, and there's no better end than a death by the sea."" And as he spoke he found himself looking in his brother's eyes, trying to see past the mask his twin seems to have sculpted for himself over the years. Damien had been able to read his brother like an open tome and he was afraid that he isn't able to do so anymore. And that would shatter him, because knowing what his brother felt just by looking in his eyes had been proof of their sibling bond. Call him a melancholic sap, but that bond's very, very important to him, and if it's lost then so is half of his world.

((Always with the friggin' DRAMA. Just hit me now.))

[Kasai]

✷Peter Pan  ✷

"It boggles my mind." Peter lifted his head sleepily, questioning the voice in the room. He looked around until his eyes focused on the snake approaching him. "How did an elf of Faowind manage to fall from his grace and fall prisoner to simple humans and a mutt?" The elf jutted out his chin and his eyes held steadily with the snake's, though he spoke not a word. There was a growing fear in his heart, but, as always with Peter, this fear was hidden with a mask of bravery. "A disgracing little mishap, was it not. But mistakes are bound to happen at some point." The elf looked around for a good exit, but couldn't find an open one that Sombra wouldn't beat him to. He also realized that metal binding him to the wall would also stop him from going anywhere anytime soon. He tugged at them harshly, causing his wrists to cut a little on the sharp metal. Hissing in pain, he collected his body against the wall again. "It's alright, it's all right. Simply indulge this humble snake, would you? Might I have your name, young elven-kind?"

"Peter Pan," the redhead stated with a lack of his usual enthusiasm. In fact, he more so pouted it out than anything. The snake could probably get a hint of his age from his impatience and lack of focus. While 52 years old, the elf was still young for his age, approximately around 10 years old for the average human. Besides his mannerisms that clued at his age, Peter was pretty well-known in the elf community as being an elf with a lot of fight in him. "Don't need to ask who you are. There's not a lot of giant snakes roamin' the streets, ya know," Peter stated. While not truly panicked, the elf was getting frustrated with the stupid shackles on his wrists and ankles. Even if he was released from the restraints, it wasn't like he was about to run. The snake wasn't exactly easy to evade.... Then again, if he could get outside, all he would need is faith, trust, and pixie dust to escape his prison and return to the safety of the library.

[waiting on tangle for Hatter's post. @Blue: Peter had a piece of cloth wrapped around his mouth so he couldn't speak, but I thought I'd just pretend it wasn't there to make everything easier]

[LilBlueAlienGirl]

((Ah, right- I'd forgotten about that. But yeah- we can pretend Sombra's lackeys removed it as they left him.))

[SoulRevenge]

(I'm still here, annnd~

Bump~ I'm debating on adding a new character or not; Seeing that I already have two, I'm not exactly sure if it would be best. [The character, of course; would take the king's side, seeing that there are a low ammount of characters on that little side.] So, neayeah.)