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.
her body was a foreign object in the atmosphere called her mind, strange and sometimes unwelcome. but it did it's purpose to fuel her thoughts and ability to converse with others with her fingers and written word. it's in a mess of her own thoughts that she finds herself downtown of all places and without a meaningful destination in mind. her steps were quiet, careful but aimless. her eyes held no sense of awareness as the people blended together in a cacophony of sounds and out of focus specks against her peripherals. she blinks and it's clear again.
she rubs at her cheek, the friction and pain from the roughness of her touch pushing her back into reality so that her body was her body once more and not just an aspect of her mind. she looks around, searching for anything of interest to lull her into a fixation, to root her into place so that she wouldn't float away.
and that's when she saw it.
a stray cat caught her attention, too small and probably hungry. she knows that it isn't the best distraction, but she quickly gathers a bit of food and follows after the stray and hows to find a friend in an animal not just her familiar.
the alleyway is strange, suspicious to those of a more normal sort but she disregards it and alerts the kitty of her presence with a soft meow. it turns to her and at the moment her focus is entirely on the small animal as she squats down and beckons it forward with a gentle wave of her hand.
laying the food out, ai, smiles as the regards the rustling of the cat's fur and the way it's body moves as it eats. it's mesmerizing really and she feels as if she herself can be real too.
Desmond is a creature of habit, even when those habits are destructive... especially when those habits are destructive. If he can't sleep, he drinks. The world is nicer when everything's blurred. It smudges out the cracks and the scars, and the strings of destiny tangling around his neck.
Tonight was one such night. The street lamps become fewer and further between as he walks from the bar back to the flower shop. He wonders briefly if he can call it "home", but buries the idea almost immediately. It is a temporary haven only. He won't slip into that trap again. He can't.
His thoughts drift for some time, flitting from one focus to the next, brushing the surface and avoiding the depths.
And then he approaches a figure, crouched down in the middle of an alley. His pace slows, uncertain. A pale ghost? A lost child? His pace halts. He watches for a moment, and notices the flick of a cat tail, peek out from behind her turned figure. Ah, a sympathetic soul.
"This is not a safe street, you know," Desmond comments, his tone more perplexed than threatening, "You leave yourself vulnerable with your back turned that way."
