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.
that's what she gets for getting stuck in her head. she's mentally berating herself when thistle suddenly materializes, hackles raised. his frustration is evident in the lashing of his tail and she prepares for a mental chiding. and when she throws walls up around her thoughts, tries to shut him out, he turns to yowling out loud about how she needs to take care of herself better, that she needs to learn to be careful, that she's too trusting of others.
eventually she shushes him, smile quirking when he takes to muttering under his breath instead. she's more at ease that the cat is here, even if it's under slightly frightening circumstances.
she'd been coming back from the marketplace after purchasing some new materials for a sculpture she'd planned to make time for this weekend. and, after letting her thoughts drift (which is very unlikely for her), she'd found herself all turned about, walking down streets that looked, well, not-so-friendly to girls like her.
but aside from the occasional beggar, no one has truly bothered her. she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and dutifully follows after thistle. the familiar, as proud as he can be sometimes, is sure that he can find the way back for them.
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Last Edit: Jan 12, 2018 4:22:31 GMT by briar atkins
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Jan 11, 2018 7:33:12 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
there is a certain skill that comes with spotting those who do not belong. kasimir had learnt it as he learned breathing, raised in the hovel as he was; there is the flutter of too-fine clothes, the tilt of one's head and the line of one's posture, and there is the flicker of eyes, ever so wary in the way of one unfamiliar with the labyrinth that the hovel can be and becoming aware of the thrumming undercurrent of desperation-driven hunger. hunger for food, for money, for targets - there are too many here that would devour an unsuspecting victim whole within the span of a breath - and kasimir... kasimir understands.
sometimes, one's only hope comes from the misfortune of others, and he cannot begrudge others for doing the same as he had once done.
but as he makes his way out of the hovel-heart, he spots a blond haired woman with a large cat-like familiar trailing ahead of her - and there is no mistaking the unfamiliarity of their steps as they navigate around. for a brief moment, kasimir contemplates leaving, doing nothing - if he stopped to help everyone who ever needed it here, he would never leave - but, but, the hovel, he knows, is not a kind place to people like the blond woman in particular.
( and kasimir has not, and cannot deny, that his conscience would long feel the sting of guilt if he simply left her as such without even attempting to help, over something so presumably simple )
approaching on quiet but not silent feet, he hesitates briefly before lightly clearing his throat, gaze flickering from the woman to the cat to somewhere near the approximate region of the ground. "excuse me," he says softly, already beginning to regret his decision. "i was... wondering if you needed any assistance?"
thistle is twitchy and it's making her more nervous by the second. she tells him, twice, to cut it out and to calm down. but then she realizes that the only reason he's starting to stress is because he really can't get them home. "maybe you should have been a dog," she attempts to joke and thistle takes enough offense to pause and shoot a glare at her over his shoulder. she covers her mouth with her hand to stifle a laugh, but with her lips parted the noise she makes when someone comes up behind her is nothing short of alarming. thistle turns quickly, fur taking on a soft glow.
"oh, oh my gosh, i'm sorry." she looks reproachfully at the man who'd approached her.
we should go. you know we shouldn't trust anyone here.
"well, we can't just stereotype the poor guy," she scoffs back at him. she's not throwing caution to the wind. no, thistle is at her side, and their mindlink is humming; the aura will come at her beck and call if she needs to defend herself. but there's no cause to jump to conclusions, especially since he's offering help.
"yes, actually. i'm just trying to get back home. i live in downtown sundial, near lux uni?" she bites her lip and then blue eyes slide past the stranger to the doberman and python familiars that are making their way towards them. a man and a woman walk a few steps behind them.
"do you...know them?" she asks, though only because they haven't lifted their eyes off of them.
Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Jan 15, 2018 14:19:09 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
he had thought his approach would have been loud enough to offer warning of his presence, especially given the context of their environment, but as the woman startles and the feline whips around with light shimmering along his fur, kasimir concedes his failure. "my apologies," he says quickly, dipping his head in a mix of embarrassment and apology. this is.... not the first time it has been implied that he should attempt at making his presence more evident - an unfortunate side effect of the instinct for silence carved into his bones.
there is a moment in which he thinks his offer will be rejected - half hopes for it, even - but then it passes with the blond woman's subsequent words. ah, he thinks, vaguely surprised as he maps out the possible routes within his mind. lux university, and downtown sundial in general, is rather far from the hovel.
just as he is about to offer them directions, complication arrives in the form of two more strangers - a man and a woman both with familiars walking a few steps ahead; kasimir does not need anymore than a glance to know of their general intentions. which are, of course, hardly benign.
"i do not," he murmurs to the blond woman, green eyes narrowed as he regards the pair. he wonders, briefly, if they know of him - kasimir, after all, is a rather known entity within the hovel after so many years of frequent visits, and after several rather demonstrative confrontations with those that were a threat to the children living here; and he is not exactly indistinct, what with the fire-shade of his hair.
another second of observation, and he makes a decision - somewhat impulsive, somewhat irrational ( but what can you blame fire for the spontaneity of its thoughts? ); "i can take you to lux university," he offers, instead of directions. he is... not quite comfortable with leaving the blond woman to the chance of the approaching pair's good will, or the possibility that it is kasimir they are after.
