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 heath ambroise on Nov 25, 2017 5:59:08 GMT
The cool air is pleasant against sweat skin. The night is quiet except for the sounds of his slowing footsteps and the light panting from his tight chest. His feet are numb after running through different twists and turns. The self-imposed challenge hasn’t worked as well as he would have liked. Instead of sleepy he is sweaty. Exhaustion has yet to force his eyes shut. If he went back now, he would probably lie awake in bed after a long shower. No sleep would come just yet. He needed to push further, faster. If he circled around just a little longer he could go back to sleep. The method was taxing, but these runs were good to clear his head. The absence of people was eerie but also peaceful and he didn’t mind that.
“Turn back alreadyyy…” Sinclair whined, the coati pattering behind him getting in his own exercise. He was still adamantly trying to keep up and persuade hi s witch back home, back to bed. He needed rest. “Soon.” Heath returned quietly, still not sufficiently sleepy. He ambled forwards eyes forward as something pale and colorful. The blonde, his attention locked on the objects, carried on ignoring his familiar. Upon closer the colorful things were actually thick pieces of chalk. He glanced around for a moment, vaguely wondering if a child was still out at this hour. No creepy giggling or sight of a single child tipped him off otherwise. Satisfied, the blonde popped a squat and picked up a piece before gently tapping it on the stone sidewalk. He listened to the soft clinking before admiring the work the children before him had left. There was a small son, a couple of people he assumed were probably self-portraits of the children and even a hopscotch set up.
Multiple sticks of chalk had been left overnight though. And while that was strange it wouldn’t stop him from picking up a stick of his own and using it. He reached for a striking blue crayon shaped piece. He made sure to move a block away from where the children had set up before putting the chalk to a brick walk, facing the sidewalk. The chalk tinked against brick and he watched idly as blue dust fell to the ground. With a few broad strokes, Heath fell into his work. “Done.” He said before proudly turning to Sinclair, who had taken a seat at his feet. He didn’t look impressed. “Can we go home now?” he hissed. Heath merely snorted at the sight of the wonderful little dickbutt. ”Honestly-” Sinclair groaned only to be interrupted by more of Heath’s giggles. "It's dumb, Heath." the familiar complained. "That's the point." the witch returned through snickers. It usually wasn’t this funny, but he was exhausted. In his mirth, he ignored Sinclair’s demands to go home and to be quiet.
Post by julius kingston on Dec 5, 2017 15:24:27 GMT
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if my woman were a fire, oh she'd burn out before i wake[break]
AND BE REPLACED BY PINTS OF WHISKEY, CIGARETTES, AND OUTER SPACE---
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“What’s the worst that could happen?” Julius had asked Hermione. “A creepy pedo drawing shit in the playground?”[break][break] The duo had walked all the way from downtown Sundial to the residential area, and Julius had even gone as far as to bring his broom with him incase he was caught up in the whole tired-but-not-sleepy bullshit. And yet he still happened to be on his feet and walking when he caught sight of the madness.[break][break] He was standing a bit dumbly right behind the blonde, a few cautious meters away, observing with new fanatic wonder at this fully grown man drawing a dickbutt with chalk on the brick wall of the houses. Daze by the fact that it was probably well past midnight (and he was the one menacingly carrying around a broom with a gigantic ass owl hovering behind him anyway), Julius let out a reluctant “Damn you win. No more midnight adventuring for one week.”[break][break] The sound of his voice piercing through the night was what undeniably felt like a force that could wake the whole peaceful neighborhood. And it would undeniably draw the blonde’s attention to him [break][break] Who was he to complain? He was the one in an anarchist cult for Merlin’s sake. By all means it should be him going around terrorizing neighborhoods with chalk.[break][break] He held up his hands and shrugged in a gesture of peace. “Hey man, down with the system, too.” The words came out with a slight crazed chuckle.[break][break] Hermione hooted in complaint. “You’re the one that’s actually nocturnal for the love of God,” Julius hissed.
Post by heath ambroise on Jan 6, 2018 22:42:14 GMT
His familiar was far from impressed but Heath on the other hand had half a mind to draw a couple more of the hidden little dickbutts. He’d write down their locations and visit in a week and see if they were still there. It sounded like fun. Like a scavenger hunt he could set up for himself. It was a waste of time, but he had time to waste. He wasn’t falling asleep any quicker. The half grin broke, his head snapping to the source of sound. In the silence of the night with only Sinclair and himself, the other witch’s voice was too loud. His heart leapt in his chest in surprise. No one should be out here. OR well, not one usually was. It was a residential area after all. Maybe he’d been louder than he thought, and Sinclair’s warnings had actual weight to them. Fingers clenched around bright blue chalk and his arm twitched, ready to throw the stick and bolt.
Though he didn’t meet with the face of a guard or officer of the law. Just some other night owl. Quite literally. Amber eyes quietly rose to the giant owl behind Julius, worry flickering over his face before he glanced back at the man. His demeanor wasn’t threatening at least. And, even in his stupor, he was confident he could book it if he needed to. After a moment, he returned to the previous childish grin from before his wonderful dickbutt experience had been interrupted. “Only if it’s corrupt.” He returned with a snort.
The snap at the owl elicited another laugh from Heath and he looked down to Sinclair and pointed at the pair. “Hey look, you’re not the only nag out here tonight.” He whispered loudly. The coati bristled at the statement and batter his ankle with his own tail but nothing more. He returned his attention to the pair, irritated even further than they had found someone out this late. It meant conversation and Heath’s own procrastination of returning home. “What are you doing out here?” he asked as he set down the piece of chalk and wiped his hands n his pants. Blue, hand shaped streaks were left on his thighs, but he didn’t seem to care too much. “I don’t usually see people out this late.” He added, though that was pretty much obvious considering the type of behavior he’d exhibited.
