[[OOC- Katie was talking about making new RPs here, and...I am! -headbutts a nearby wall- I dunno where this plot is exactly supposed to go...so feel free to integrate any species you'd like into it...-shifty eyes-...but don't slaughter the RP and drag it to dark places, pweeze. x.X -will likely surrender it to other peoplez, 'cause she phailz at plot- It seems kinda (really) chunky and boring I bet...erm...but people could liven it up? And I know my character seems....seems......but it gets better!?!11!11!?.... :-\ -slinks away sadly-]]
BIC-
The outskirts of the forest, distinctly less overgrown than the thicker, tangled inner reaches that came to be as one ventured within, were flecked with the value of life known as spring. The moss clinging ritualistically to a wide variety of surfaces, precedently dry and failing to maintain its position as a tufted layer of green along ridged trunks, decaying logs, and frozen stones, presented itself once more as a damp and spongy substance. The feeble, threadbare limbs of spindly trees danced with the suggestions of budding leaves, a first coat to cloth the forest later on. Pinpricks of green erupted from what had been winter's frosted soil, umbrellas of emerald and solemn suggestions of the unbroken flood of energy surging though the region.
A timid, innocent fluttering of the eyelids, and a set of large, crystalline, and eerily mystic silver eyes greeted a budding canopy and the heavens beyond - all behind a soft sheen of white. They blinked slowly in a complex mixture of confusion and curiosity as a pale, slender hand rose, quavering, to deflect the sunlight filtering into the silver orbs in blithesome, broken shafts. Focusing on this new,apparition, the eyes blinked again. The limb sported a common five fingers, each slender and unblemished. These were curled uncertainly until the eyes blinked a third time, when they extended in such a confirmatory manner that was undeniable that the eyes blinked again. For the first time they shifted, panning to both the left and the right before centering on the wavering hand again and traveling from it down to the cloth dangling loosely from the wrist - the eyes' wrist. This garment, a painful, clashing shade of deepest ebony, clung thinly to the slender, yet not bony, wrist, and trailed away. Out of sight.
Chiir chiii chi chi chiiiiir...
With a lethargic motion befitting of a person submerged in a dream, the clothes' owner rose into a lackadaisical sitting position, shimmering silver eyes still observing an upraised palm. The loose, hooded black garment hung from it's shoulders, baggy enough to reveal the figure's collar bone before encasing it in folds of dark fabric. A singular line of silver trailed curiously down the oversized garment's center, framed by two diamond-like jewels dangling by casual hoodie-style strings of matching velvety-black.
After several minutes, the figure lowered its hand, enitirely acceptant that it'd result in pain to leave it stationary in midair for prolonged periods of time. A dazed smile lingered about its face, small but not nonexistent, as it puzzled out the sheen of vague white clouding its vision; its hair, an unnaturally white and fine specimen, dripped with water, slicked and wet and draped completely in its innocent silver eyes. Cautiously the figure lifted one hand and, still dazing absently at (and through) nothing at all, wiped the soaked locks of thin hair from in front of its unblemished face. There. The awkwardly ignorant smile faltered then regained its hue as the starlight-silver eyes traveled down to a new source of interest. Ignoring the bunched ebony material that devoured his hand whole when given the opportunity, the ditsy figure fumbled towards a timid, peaceful gurgling murmur.
Its hand was cloaked in an icy, unmatched coldness as it was braced against several slippery, moss-clothed stones, but the muted form was unflinching. Here, amidst an intriguing flow of clear yet material liquid, a vague reflection rebounded upon it, unhindered by drenched white hair falling silkily to curtain its face. The figure leaned in, tilting its head to one side, noticing the dual feline ears separating its hair in their curious manner; the fur was as impossibly black as the mysterious garment clothing the figure, albeit with contrasting white tufts of fur aligning it's inside. Equally new to the newly-awoken form, a sleek, metallic collar circled it's pale throat, lacking any clasps or means of removal - it revealed no imperfections, actually, other than a minuscule hole directly in front, where a silver dog-tag dangling benevolently.
"That wasn't there before." the figure admitted placidly, in a voice devoid of any sign that it hadn't been used in...however long it'd been since it had spoken.
The birds tittered overhead, and he blinked up at them, searching for an answer to his blatantly unspoken question -
"So now what do I do?" The figure, he, asked the pacific forest in a lighthearted tone.
[[OOC - :-X...-silence-...I GEIV COOKIES TO YOU IF EWE TRY TEW RP!....-discreet bribe- And PM/IM me if ya' gots any questions, 'cause I weill answer them. -nawds-]]
[[[OOC OOC- Piccu o' my charrie, 'cause his description = PHAIL. Like this post. http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w254/Evanguarde/Loli-Boy.png]]
BIC-
The outskirts of the forest, distinctly less overgrown than the thicker, tangled inner reaches that came to be as one ventured within, were flecked with the value of life known as spring. The moss clinging ritualistically to a wide variety of surfaces, precedently dry and failing to maintain its position as a tufted layer of green along ridged trunks, decaying logs, and frozen stones, presented itself once more as a damp and spongy substance. The feeble, threadbare limbs of spindly trees danced with the suggestions of budding leaves, a first coat to cloth the forest later on. Pinpricks of green erupted from what had been winter's frosted soil, umbrellas of emerald and solemn suggestions of the unbroken flood of energy surging though the region.
A timid, innocent fluttering of the eyelids, and a set of large, crystalline, and eerily mystic silver eyes greeted a budding canopy and the heavens beyond - all behind a soft sheen of white. They blinked slowly in a complex mixture of confusion and curiosity as a pale, slender hand rose, quavering, to deflect the sunlight filtering into the silver orbs in blithesome, broken shafts. Focusing on this new,apparition, the eyes blinked again. The limb sported a common five fingers, each slender and unblemished. These were curled uncertainly until the eyes blinked a third time, when they extended in such a confirmatory manner that was undeniable that the eyes blinked again. For the first time they shifted, panning to both the left and the right before centering on the wavering hand again and traveling from it down to the cloth dangling loosely from the wrist - the eyes' wrist. This garment, a painful, clashing shade of deepest ebony, clung thinly to the slender, yet not bony, wrist, and trailed away. Out of sight.
Chiir chiii chi chi chiiiiir...
With a lethargic motion befitting of a person submerged in a dream, the clothes' owner rose into a lackadaisical sitting position, shimmering silver eyes still observing an upraised palm. The loose, hooded black garment hung from it's shoulders, baggy enough to reveal the figure's collar bone before encasing it in folds of dark fabric. A singular line of silver trailed curiously down the oversized garment's center, framed by two diamond-like jewels dangling by casual hoodie-style strings of matching velvety-black.
After several minutes, the figure lowered its hand, enitirely acceptant that it'd result in pain to leave it stationary in midair for prolonged periods of time. A dazed smile lingered about its face, small but not nonexistent, as it puzzled out the sheen of vague white clouding its vision; its hair, an unnaturally white and fine specimen, dripped with water, slicked and wet and draped completely in its innocent silver eyes. Cautiously the figure lifted one hand and, still dazing absently at (and through) nothing at all, wiped the soaked locks of thin hair from in front of its unblemished face. There. The awkwardly ignorant smile faltered then regained its hue as the starlight-silver eyes traveled down to a new source of interest. Ignoring the bunched ebony material that devoured his hand whole when given the opportunity, the ditsy figure fumbled towards a timid, peaceful gurgling murmur.
Its hand was cloaked in an icy, unmatched coldness as it was braced against several slippery, moss-clothed stones, but the muted form was unflinching. Here, amidst an intriguing flow of clear yet material liquid, a vague reflection rebounded upon it, unhindered by drenched white hair falling silkily to curtain its face. The figure leaned in, tilting its head to one side, noticing the dual feline ears separating its hair in their curious manner; the fur was as impossibly black as the mysterious garment clothing the figure, albeit with contrasting white tufts of fur aligning it's inside. Equally new to the newly-awoken form, a sleek, metallic collar circled it's pale throat, lacking any clasps or means of removal - it revealed no imperfections, actually, other than a minuscule hole directly in front, where a silver dog-tag dangling benevolently.
"That wasn't there before." the figure admitted placidly, in a voice devoid of any sign that it hadn't been used in...however long it'd been since it had spoken.
The birds tittered overhead, and he blinked up at them, searching for an answer to his blatantly unspoken question -
"So now what do I do?" The figure, he, asked the pacific forest in a lighthearted tone.
[[OOC - :-X...-silence-...I GEIV COOKIES TO YOU IF EWE TRY TEW RP!....-discreet bribe- And PM/IM me if ya' gots any questions, 'cause I weill answer them. -nawds-]]
[[[OOC OOC- Piccu o' my charrie, 'cause his description = PHAIL. Like this post. http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w254/Evanguarde/Loli-Boy.png]]