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 lynnelia arnett on Jul 28, 2017 23:01:47 GMT
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Lynnelia could feel the swell of heat burning through her blood, skin losing it’s flushed flesh and shifting to a paler, irritable mask. She was never a witch who could particularly control the rapid flux of her emotions, though the rush of steel in her bones had abated as Medea’s firm voice spoke for her. Lynnelia took a deep breath, visibly returning to her normally neutral demeanor as she continued to busy herself cleaning up, bringing her unmarred fingers to the flesh of her cheek only to pull away with tints of cyan stuck in her skin. “Oh Merlin, this is going to be fun to clean up when I get home, isn’t it,” she murmured softly, so low it could barely be heard. [break] Lynnelia shifted her attention back to Erin when the witch spoke, an almost tired smile upturning her lips. “Definitely,” she said, almost like a promise— and Lynnelia never went back on a promise if she could help it. However, her demeanor again hardened once Erin brought the attention back on the witch who was quite literally begging for forgiveness, giving her an almost harsh look before turning away and seemingly refusing to acknowledge the, for lack of a better word, outsider, making it plainly clear that the conversation with her was over; besides, Erin proved to be much better company than the girl who ruined not only her painting but half of her supplies as well. “You can go and take your picture now, if it’s so important to you.” [break] You’re being rather dramatic right now, you know that, don’t you? Medea chastised, though Lynnelia was quick to point out how rough the fox’s own tone was when speaking to the serpent. [break] I don’t like playing nice all of the time, Medea. You know how important painting is to me— [break] I also know you have trouble controlling your emotions. It was an accident. Besides, the girl seems rather young… [break] Lynnelia kept her silence then, until Erin addressed her after they were left alone once more. She was noticeably calmer then, and her smile was broad at the witch’s request before her eyes broke Erin’s gaze to wander to Siri. “Oh, of course! Couldn’t think of a better model myself if I tried” — Medea snorted at this, slightly offended — “…She can get a bit jealous, that fox,” Lynnelia smirked with a sidelong glance toward her familiar before continuing. “I could always do it now— with what I have left… or, more conveniently, we can schedule something that works for you, of course. I’m sure you have other plans for the day, and I’d hate the be the one to get in the way of them… at least not more than I already have, unfortunately.”
459 words ● Erin Caulfield ● look it's passive-aggressive!lynn