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 kasimir burovski ✨ on Jun 30, 2018 13:26:50 GMT
blue moon
you saw me standing alone
here is where the eve is spread out against the sky in all its vast and terrifying glory, the light from trillions of stars and nebulae and quasars and constellations singing with the silver space-song in a haunting, alien melody that reverberates in his very bones. here is where the edge of the earth meets something ethereal, something so wide and boundless that materiality is but a distant dream that chimes out between each individual pinpoint. here is where the deepest darkness resides, an abyss looming overhead so infinite that its eyes staring back do not even register to the human mind. here is space, is the night, is the liminal echo of all his thoughts and fears. here are the stars, the sky.
here, he can forget himself, forget he exists to lose himself among the glimmering weave of starlight.
the hour is terrible enough that the only people in the observatory are himself and the overseer who has long since retired to her office after several dire threats to his person should he damage the equipment in any way. kasimir's footsteps do not echo in the silence - he is too well trained for that, instincts towards stealth too ingrained - but the midnight hush brushes against his skin in silk and stardust; kirjava yawns from where she has made herself comfortable sprawled out in his lap. there are no words between them - there is no need for words between them - and the silence is comfortable.
who needs people, who needs sleep when there are stars to admire?