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.
The beach was calm at this point in the day. The sun had yet to set fully but it was well on its way to going down the horizon. The families with younger kids had pretty much vanished and now most of what was left were lovers hoping to watch the sunset and teenagers trying to wait until dark to do skinny dipping or something equally as sexual in the cover of night that their parents didn't know about. Maybe a fire and some ill gotten alcohol. You know teen stuff.
Billy didn't really do much of that stuff as a teen. He'd spent so much of his teenage years in a circus around people that were not his age. It was still kind of weird to be around peers to be honest. It was something he didn't really ever grow up with during that lovely puberty saddled age so it just felt wrong to him. He had always been around those much older than himself. Well mostly... there were a few kids here and there that got caught up in the circus life but they never lasted long. It was just how it had to be.
"Well... maybe I'll just relax for a few more minutes... just until dark. That okay with you Dr Puddy?" He hummed this to the little tuxedo cat that sat next to him on the towel under the confines of his beach umbrella. The little creature just let out a pleased mew and went back to being curled up on her owner's bare chest. He wasn't sure why he was wearing swim shorts to be honest. Maybe it was the beach vibe that called for them. He hadn't stepped foot in the water since he arrived. He spent most of his time tanning and watching some of the boys walk around in very little which was for sure okay by him.
Especially some of the hot dads with their toddlers. If it wasn't for the glaring gold ring on a few of them he'd for sure climb them like a tree. That is inappropriate though. He needs to pretend to be more adult. After all he wasn't some fledgling anymore. People from the coven could recognize his face if he did the walk of shame now. It didn't really matter right now. He was just a little tired.
He plopped on his sun glasses and laid his head back as the sun sank lower in the sky. Maybe he'd just take a little nap with his feline friend. Then he'd have the energy to make the trip back home with all this stuff. I mean sure it wasn't much just a beach bag and an umbrella but still. That was like... stuff. Of course with him leering and being a little loud he didn't realize he was disturbing the girl next to him not ten feet away. Honestly the beach wasn't jam packed so it was surprising he didn't notice her right away.
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Soft yellow drapes across her shoulders gently, a pale glow against setting rays as she sits upon her beach towel a book in her hand. The dress pools around slim legs as her back leans against the pole of her beach umbrella, fluttering delicately in the sea breeze. Her familiar, a sable, is curled on her thighs, head pressed against her stomach. When not turning pages, a hand occasionally falls to her lap to brush fondly through soft fur.
[break][break]There is nothing special in the novel that she's chosen to read; it was a spontaneous grab from a shelf when she left home earlier. With nothing in particular to snag her complete focus, her attention is split between the story and the world around her. There are moments where the screaming of children and the crashing of waves distract her from reading, rose eyes lifting to stare briefly at the lively scene in front of her. But overall, she has hardly moved from her spot underneath the shade.
[break][break]Towards the latter half of her stay, a consistent assortment of noises begin to filter into the chatter of the public. While initially tolerable at the beginning, they just didn't seem to stop. Lifting her gaze from her book, her eyes pan around to locate the source, Marchosias also stirring in her lap having noticed her discomfort.
[break][break]A male lounges on a towel nearby not quite unlike herself, with what she thinks is a cat beside him. A familiar, her mind supplies, how cute. While unable to completely his expression, it's easy to tell that his gaze falls upon the unsuspecting bodies of attractive people. Rolling her eyes, there's a click of a tongue and a brief shift of hair when she gives a small toss of her head. So he is one of those people.
[break][break]Everything returns to normal when she picks up the novel, turning a page and continuing on the previous sentence. Everything is normal for that split moment when she doesn't notice the missing weight from her thighs.
[break][break]Dropping her book, she springs into a crawl, her hand outreached for her familiar as he slithers through the sand ( at a surprising speed, considering how his short legs sink in the loose ground ). The time-old question pops into her mind again: why does he do this? Her fingers latch onto a silky tail, ready to tug the sable back but by then the damage had been done.
[break][break]Marchosias plants a sandy paw on the cheek of the male witch, a scowl marring his adorable features. "Hey, you mind keeping that mouth shut for the next couple of years?"
[break][break]A grimace forms upon her face and there's an uttered oath as she drags her familiar back, holding him up and shaking him a little. A telepathic 'why?!' passes through their connection and without waiting for his response, she holds him to her chest while squashing the embarrassment. Trying to offer an apologetic smile, she attempts an explanation. "Sorry about him...he's a little antsy today. Not really sure what's gotten into him." ooc: [break]tag:Billy Kasparian
His Dr Puddy time was being interrupted. He was just absently talking to her out loud.It seemed less crazy then telepathically just rambling in his head to a familiar that wouldn't answer either way. This at least made it less quite and less weird for him. He was just stroking his feline familiar when he felt a paw touch his face. It was a tiny little weasel like creature who told him to shut up. .
"Hmm... I wonder how weasels taste..." he muttered under his breath as the creature was taken back by his witch. Dragged really like a naughty child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He gave a small smirk at the creature, unknown if he was close enough to hear what he'd said but he still wanted to make it mad anyway. It was a fun little game he liked to play sometimes.
"You want me to talk louder? Okay!" he said excitedly, looking up at the girl who was caught in his crossfires. He'd feel bad if... well... it was rare he felt bad anymore. You just cover that up with smiles and false joy after all. That is all you need. Fake it until it becomes true.
He stared for a moment, sunglasses still on of course so it was hard to see exactly what he was looking at. "It's okay. I don't really care and Dr Puddy is still sound asleep so she won't try to dissect him for waking her. It is all good." He was... kind of serious. Sort of. Even though she was a familiar she did have some... cat like instincts including the urge to rip out the throats of certain types of creatures including familiars. She rarely acted upon them but still. She was just napping and purring in Billy's lap. The noise didn't bother her as she was used to it... just as long as nothing stirred her.
