this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Sept 24, 2017 15:40:51 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
"he is," kasimir says, inclining his head in a slight nod even as he narrows his eyes in bottleglass green shards at another staring witch, brotherly protective instincts glowing like solar flares in the hidden edge of his smile. kirjava draws nearer, flanks them in shadowy formation as they begin to happen across more witches; subtly, tightly they knot together in defensive solidarity, kasimir with his back straighter, stoic aloofness cast across his features like a cold shadow leaching away his warmth, kirjava with fire in her eyes and death in the lethality of her sharp sharp teeth; he is quietly grateful that luci looks so big, so intimidating that saskia seems hardly as much a target as she might.
perhaps it was a mistake to come out, to face this corner-of-the-eye scrutiny and the heart of the snake's den in socks of dorky dog faces. foolishness to cast away what little veneer of respect he might have garnered, wariness he might have inspired - saskia is beloved by the snakes, but kasimir is not. but it is too late now, too late and kasimir is too proud of his sister to falter; he leads onwards as if nothing but quiet confidence trails behind in a cloak of cashmere grey.
and perhaps that is a mistake, for three steps later and an acolyte calls out to him, subtly commanding with hardness hidden in her voice - she will not be kept waiting, he knows; if the mission they had previously undertaken is what she wishes to discuss, then it is important, too. reluctantly, kasimir halts, nods at the acolyte; hand soft of saskia's shoulder, eyes solemn above the small smile slanting his lips, he says apologetically, "perhaps later then, sister mine."
he lingers, a breath, two, a last backwards glance framed through autumn eyes, then he leaves.