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Post by Ellie who has 0% on Sept 23, 2011 23:46:03 GMT -4
//just an experimental thread to get a charrie back on her feet\\
In Radiant Garden, a lone viera slept and dreamed; she was positioned in an unlikely spot on a rooftop leaning against another building. Her long legs sprawled out before her as a clawed foot casually twitched like a napping dog reliving the hunt. When Coffee wasn't running her mouth sharply or narrowing her eyes at others, she seemed completely harmless or nor cruel when asleep; she looked just as soft as her twitching long furry ears and warmer than a cup of cocoa.
There was always a softer side to the rugged vagabond, and it predated Coffee years ago when she was a youthful kit bouncing and climbing about the dense green forest similiar to the Golmore Jungle. She was just as wild as the Panthers that prowled the forest's floors, but now that sense of freedom had distorted and fornicated itself into self-centered independence; the elaborate defensive shield had quivered ever since Coffee began to connect too much to civilization, specifically Creme, Note, and Maya; being raised in a dysfunctional family and being torn from loved ones, Coffee never intended to be so hung up on anyone, but alas she had and was paying the consequence of loneliness.
Her acts of depression merely endangered others rather than herself; she would get antsy and irritable. Her sense of self-control diminished, which only became more insulting and pathetic; now the viera just seclude herself pretty much being the self-rotting viera she had accussed Note of. He lost something, someone, which took the very life out of him to the point he would rather sit and fade from existence.
Ghosts of her past tried to shake her out of it in her dreams, while she leaped from tree to tree as her long braided white hair waved behind her like a war banner. From time to time, she would halt her sprint, loose her footing, and even stress her claws against tree barks once seeing a glimpse of a familiar face.
Too anyone else they all seemed identical: mocha skin, thin silver eyebrows and white hair. Spotting the familiar face and scent of her resenting mother and her sisters only made the viera ran harder, but she couldn't hold herself back from smacking into a tree once meeting a pair of disappointed glare eyes. They were even harder than the first time she was closely face-to-face with her on one-on-one.
Coffee fell out of the tree hitting the ground with a thud, "aaaah fuck."
The leaves on the floor rustled as a pair of powerful legs walked towards her, "Watch your tongue runt."
The huntress rolled over on her stomach and growled at the pet name before rising, but her threatening rumbled stilled once seeing a phantom she fled from for so many years, "...I'm raving mad."
"Wow, there's hope for you yet, she still have a brain," Raja replied with mock ethusiasm.
Coffee grumbled, while rubbing her face trying to wake herself up.
"You were....so beautiful...innocent...wild....free; I can't even tell what I'm looking at. You're just...sad. What happened to my Tyln?"
Coffee snapped awake feeling her chest leaped, while her claws instinctible digged into the roof.
Post by whtiewolfinfinity on Sept 27, 2011 16:15:49 GMT -4
(Mind if I join? :3)
the red-haired hume spotted the viera on the rooftop a ways away. Xander did not expect to see anyone, let alone another from Ivalice, here in Radiant Garden. He walked up to the building the fair-skinned viera was dozing on. Suddenly, she stung from her sleep, eyes eyes soon landing on Xander with an air of discontent.
Clearing his throughout, "I'm greatly sorry for disturbing you, but I had never imagined seeing another from Ivalice here, in this world."
His nerves were on edge, it's well known that viera are a very secluded race and don't get along well with most others, especially humes. he almost felt like daggers shooting from her eyes.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Sept 27, 2011 17:42:30 GMT -4
(Not a problem. Mind you since I shall poke out improvements to help you with your rping call it an experimental teaching session. LET THE RP COMMENCE!!!!!!)
"Shit," the viera swore as she clenched her head; she felt dizzy from her immediate pull from her dream world. Her mocha brown nose flared as she inhaled deeply answering the silent question to herself.
Because you left...
Lately the viera has been lounging about permitting herself to wither from existence. Those close to her were out of touch and out of reach; with that she was washed up with neglect leaving her to be this pathetic lump on a rooftop. There was a little flickering flame left as bitterness fueled her to sit up. Her knees tucked up to be a prop for her arms as she burried her head in the nest of limbs.
Her previous neatly cropped hair has grown out past the viera's shoulders. It was untamed and unkept, but her lineage blessed her with straight hair so it wasn't high maintence. Her claws were longer than before, since she stopped tending to herself and basic neccessities. She even slightly loss some muscles mass; the viera hadn't been eating either.
Even through her own musk, her nose picked up another scent; her long white ears twitched and swirved to home in on his location. ,Drunkenedly her head rose with her silvery white hair curtained parts of her face, yet her red marroon eyes gleamed out like a bloody ruby. He caught her staring at her, and naturally she didn't like it.
"What...do you want?" Her voice was raspier than the norm and came out as a his; her throat was dry from days without water. Coffee wasn't particularly interested in his explanation, and her brow raised not connecting the dots in its relevance, "And?"
// -Just rememeber to always start with captizalization -Refrain from controlling others' charries. It's a pet peeve and is essentially god modding, which is a no-no in rping (a nono that can stir hoopla if the rpg was more intense) -And be aware of simple typos XD like throat being throughout -Also likkle tid bit Coffee is a Rava Viera