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.
she'd always hated the way sand used to feel when it got between her toes. and she'd never cared much for the salt spray, the rough break of the water against the shore. it's windy today and the waves are far from humble. they crash down with roars, crawling further up the shore as the minutes pass. she takes it upon herself to settle down further back near the dunes, knees drawn, arms dangling over her legs.
the wind picks up sharply for a brief moment and tears its way through her hair. she carefully swipes the bangs from her eyes and tucks her bangs (uselessly) behind her ear, where they fall back into her face not a second later. and she sits there, in silence, watching the waves break. why am i doing this to myself? she could call thistle, materialize him so she has someone here beside her, so that she doesn't have to go through this day alone.
she takes in a deep breath, tastes salt and the sun-baked sand, and closes her eyes. when she opens them she's calmer, despite the glassy look in her eyes. she sniffles once, wipes her nose with her sleeve, and then draws her jacket closer around her.
she cups her palms together. thistle materializes in front of her, paws at the hoops in his ear. he cocks his head to the side when she dips herself into their connection, drawing from his power. with a low whisper, her fingers tighten, and then a small orb, no larger than a pebble, winks into existence.
'you're getting better at that,' thistle comments. his thought-speech is laced with tentative worry.
briar's fingers twitch and the ball rotates on its axis. and then she draws her knees back up; it shudders, briefly, and then orbits lazily around her.
thistle's ears twitch and then he turns his head at the newcomer on this otherwise empty portion of the beach.
This is the anthem for you sinners All you dirty and unclean
There was something calming with scent of sea salt lingering in the air, a fresh and a far more crisp aroma than the smells that lingered within the bustling cities in and around Sundial. While she thrives in such a crowded lifestyle, she does enjoy the moment of calm and temporary freedom from her own work despite her appreciation towards the den; a break was always rewarding no matter the passion. Reine wades her feet in the dark waters of the sea, mindful of where she places her feet so she doesn’t fall into the salty waters.
Besides her, there is a shadow lurking deeper within the water though the figure is never made clear; the density of the blues and greens too thick to tell for certain of what it could be. It is only until a silver fin briefly emerges to the surface of the water, the water rippling around it as it greets the cold air of the ocean. Reine simply chuckles under her breath as she watches the fin dip occasionally under the water and how it rises with ease; while she butt heads with her familiar from time to time, she did admire the beauty the shark held.
She doesn’t notice the two figures on the beach quite yet as she lazily makes her way across the wet shores of the beach, her fingers loosely gripping her shoes as she wades along. However, her movements slows and soon– blue eyes are enraptured by a unique sight and smile soon settles onto her pink lips, “I didn’t expect to stumble across someone, do you come here often?” She raises her voice, her intentions innocent for now.
the ball sputters and then winks back out into nonexistence when briar gets distracted by the person walking towards the shore. she scans the rest of the beach. it's a blistery day; there's very little reason for anyone to be drawn towards the water. so it's just the two of them (minus thistle, of course). feeling like she should do more than just sit and stare, she gets to her feet. she walks as she brushes the sand from her back, grimacing at the graininess of it between her fingers.
thistle is equally as displeased and opts to dematerialize only to reappear back on her shoulder, claws unsheathed and tangled in her jacket. she draws her arm behind her head and scoops her hood underneath the cat's rump. he comments on how ridiculous he might look, but she can tell he's pleased.
"often?" she repeats as she comes to stand beside the stranger. "no, not at all. i actually don't like the beach. usually too many people." she spreads her arms out to emphasize the empty beach. "but that doesn't seem to be the case in this weather."
her eyes are drawn to the water when a shadow catches her eye. "oh. is that your familiar?" she asks, slightly awed by the shimmer just under the surface of the water.
