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 astartia zamóre on Feb 4, 2018 22:07:19 GMT
i had a dream that you couldn't hear me screaming.
Salacia pressed heavily into Astartia’s consciousness— the witch could feel the envy bubbling in the boa’s aura; there was no sway in Astartia’s decision, as she strode through the residential area, a place so familiar the sashay of her hips and the beat of her legs found home on the streets. She had always wanted a companion separate from her familiar— a companion of frosted fur and kind eyes, a companion who, for once, would not leave her in the desolate aches of her mind. [break][break] She spied the shop easily— Whiskers and Wands— and a serene touch of her rose lips overtook her; she had passed the establishment more times than she would care to count, though she never could quite muster the courage to bond with an animal of her own. [break][break] She pressed her pale hand against the entrance, pushing forward as a bell sounded— a screech of a rusted thing hardly sounding over the din of the menagerie the place housed. She hesitated for a moment, unsure— reluctant. What if I can’t handle it? What if it needs a better life than I can give it? [break][break] With a small shake of her head, a dismissal of her own doubt, she stepped further into the store and advanced toward the younger dogs— she wanted a pet that would grow with her than without her; her being a mother figure she never had for herself. [break][break] It seemed yet another customer was admiring the pups, and a pleasant fondness overtooke Astartia’s features as she reached in and scratched one just under the neck, content at last. [break][break] She cast a glance at the girl beside her— someone decidedly younger than herself, though Astartia was hardly one to underestimate; especially due to, if she remembered correctly, the girl being a covenmate of hers. [break][break] “They’re wonderful, aren’t they?” Astartia cooed, turning her gaze back to the young animals; she wondered, idly, how she would be able to choose— which bond would treat the both of them well.
For a witch who has a beautiful, amazing familiar, lives in the Sun Café and thus has no chance of getting a pet, Ling spends an inordinate amount of time at Whiskers and Wands. She just... really likes animals, okay? Especially cute ones. And it's not like Valkea minds - he's too chill for that, she thinks. Or simply just secure in the fact that Ling loves him. Or he's hiding stuff from her, but she really hopes that's not the case, 'cause she loves her familiar and nothing in the world could possibly take his place, not even the cutest puppy.
Though, the little black and white collier she's currently patting is making a very sincere bid for the title.
Movement to the side and Ling looks up to see another customer walk in, hair like snow and model-pretty; she also looks kinda familiar and Ling is like ninety percent sure the woman is someone from her coven. Does she have a twin? Her mental database of everyone Jester's Den is convinced she does. Name....?
"They are!" Ling beams at the other witch, turning back to pat the puppy who had been licking at her fingers before her eyes wander to her fellow coven member again. Bluntness, she decides, is the best option. Not that she's got any option really - subtlety really isn't her thing. "Uh, hey, sorry if I'm wrong, but you're from Jester's Den, right? You're... Astartia? Or Lucena? Do you have a twin?"
Then she realises how weird and stalkerish she might be coming across, and proceeds to hastily wave her hands around in apology. "Wait I didn't mean to come across as creepy or nosy sorry! Uh, back to puppies! Puppies are cute!"
Post by astartia zamóre on Feb 7, 2018 17:49:40 GMT
i had a dream that you couldn't hear me screaming.
Fingers ran through downy fur as the young pup squirmed beneath the soothe of her hand; yipped and whined and slid over itself, coaxing the witch to rub against the supple, feathered strands of its belly. Astartia beamed, and her chest swelled, and her eyes opened with such enthusiasm it was almost as though the amber was destined to burst. [break][break] Her attention flickered, an exuberance settling beneath the gold, while her cheeks creased with fondness. “Definitely— I think this one’s called a, ah… I want to say Pomeranian, but I also want to seem as though I’m not a total idiot,” she drawled, hinting toward jest— self-directed, but far from loathing. [break][break] Her eyes wandered, idly, caught in the flurry of tongues and tails and barks and life swirling around her; a wealth of joy teeming from every corner. She hadn’t come with any single breed in mind— an innate sort of impulsivity moving Astartia through Salem more so than Astartia moved herself; a director of haste calling action whenever it wanted for a scene. [break][break] “Yeah, I am,” the purifier affirmed with a kind smile, still focused on the younger girl— an assurance of attention, no hint of arrogant dismissal to be found beneath the mask. “A Jester and a twin; I’m Astartia, but no worries, people confuse us on the daily. Or… on the hour. The minute. Whatever works” — a nonchalant lift of her shoulders spoke of an almost amused shrug — “but you seem familiar, too: what’s your name?” Astartia’s hand left the heat of the puppy’s skin as it raised to instead press, thoughtful though almost teasingly slow, upon her chin as she mulled over her memories. [break][break] “Oh, pff, don’t worry about it,” she reassured quickly, a gentle undertone coloring her words. “You’re all good. But yeah— they’re adorable! To be honest, I came here to adopt one myself. Guess I can’t resist anymore.”
If there's one way Ling trusts to tell a good person from bad, it's the way puppies react to them. And since the puppies in Whiskers and Wands are reacting very positively to her fellow Jester ( seriously, not only is the cute cream-coloured dog currently being petted all but melting under her fingers, more puppies are beginning to wander over, much to Ling's unending delight ), that's gotta mean she's an amazing person.
100% reliable method, she swears.
"She is a pomeranian!" Ling beams, inordinately pleased at finding another person who recognises dog breeds on sight. See? She's not spending too much time researching dogs she'll never adopt - other people can do it too! ( Ignoring, of course, the fact that the snow-haired woman is probably a customer actually looking to buy a dog, unlike Ling. )
Though it might not seem possible, Ling proceeds to brighten further at the woman's - at Astartia's - confirmation; the sun shines from her eyes and spills from her lips in a flood of golden delight. "I'm Ling!" she introduces herself.
And it seems her tried and trusted method of working out who's nice and who's not succeeds again as Astartia proves herself to be really really nice. Ling decides she wants to be friends with her fellow Jester right then and there. And is promptly sidetracked by the woman's next words. "Oooh!" She clasps her hands under her chin as stars spark in her eyes. "What sort of puppy? Are you thinking of a specific breed? Or is this an impulse decision?"
Ling is, after all, very very familiar with impulse decisions.
Post by astartia zamóre on Apr 5, 2018 19:59:02 GMT
i had a dream that you couldn't hear me screaming.
Astartia brightened; perhaps she knew more about dogs than she’d convinced herself of. “I’m glad to hear that— and that I haven’t made any sort of fool of myself,” she laughed, playful and light, airy in nature. Her gaze moved again to the dog, before drifting, her hand inching away and toward another puppy vying for affection. [break][break] Though despite her petting and coddling, she couldn’t help the ache that these wondrous pups, delightful and lively and extraordinarily eager, as lovely as they may be had yet to fit into the careful nook she’d carved in her heart; yet to connect to a part of her she had only begun to nurture. [break][break] “Oh! It’s great to meet you, Ling,” she returned, looking again to the pleasant witch she’d come to like; perhaps this trip would end in more than one friendship— a thought which brought yet another smile to her lips. [break][break] “To be entirely honest, it’s a bit of both,” she admitted, almost sheepish though not ashamed (never ashamed), raising her free hand to slide over the smooth skin of her neck. “I passed by and just sort of… decided it was something I wanted, but I do have a breed in mind,” she explained, searching again for the dog she so adored. “I’m rather fond of Samoyeds, see, so I was hoping I’d find one here.” [break][break] “What about you?” She turned to Ling, face lighting with genuine interest, eyes glowing in ill-held curiosity.
Astartia returns her delight and Ling finds herself beaming at the older witch like cheerful sunflowers orientating themselves to face the sun, a touch of azalea pink finding its way to her cheeks. Even though it's only been all of a few minutes, she decides she firmly likes her snow-haired coven member and will definitely be seeking her out and dragging her out on missions or to lunch in the future - this encounter will end in a beautiful friendship and nothing will convince her otherwise.
With that self-promise, her wandering mind is dragged back to the present as Astartia speaks again. "It's hard to resist coming in," Ling agrees, nodding sagely, before her eyes brighten and she claps her hands, jumping to her feet. "Ooh, there are three samoyeds in the back of the shop and they're all super cute, lemme show you them!"
Her star-bright enthusiasm gives way to something more sheepish at the following question. Ling clasps her hands, rocking back on her heels as she gives Astartia a rueful smile. "I, uh, spend a lot of time here - and don't get me wrong, I'd love a pet - but I can't really get one right now. I'm... kinda living in the Sun Café, pretty sure there's a no pet rule." Not that she doesn't understand and agree with the rule. Plus, she sometimes has trouble keeping herself alive, much less a pet. And, y'know, it's kinda maybe expensive.
