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.
the blast of the wind, and the chilling air. the intense heat of spring was already there. it's been alright for the past couple of days, less vertigo and more passion for the love of everything that stands between her and the world around. days upon days, and nights upon nights, the world just becomes warmer and your familiar becomes agitated whenever the two of them go to town. heads on the level, and eyes over the horizon, you walk with barely an objective in mind. forever it could be and forever it will be.
wide brim straw hat, an oversized white shirt and shorts with sandals -- she wasn't on vacation, but it's a great start for it. summer can only come a couple of months and the spring days are the beginning of it all. the sound of waves come down and the heat of the sun, oh glory, it's already won.
jeong was out there, running into the waves and shaking himself out, and you are sitting on a blanket, an umbrella overhead to cover you from the harsh sun. your book at hand was beautiful beyond the spells.
you rest it down, looking at the waves, your hair moves as the wind takes it. the scenery is beautiful.
[attr="class","denomination"] "Zerif you bastard get back here!"
Or so claimed Rhea Gale, long mismatched hair tied tightly behind her head into an unruly bun, golden hooped earings hanging from each ear and a vibrant red sarong draped over her legs. She was shouting nonsensically at the skies as a magpie flew further away from her before she sighed dramatically and turned to the beach instead, accidentally blocking someone's view with her back.
Rhea was the kind of enviable person, the kind so adept at wearing their own skin they cared little for the scars that covered them. Small scrapes here and there that had never truly healed, hidden beneath tan and shoulderblades. A once-upon-a-time wistful tattoo of three birds escaping the skin of her lower back, just as freely displayed as the few old gashes that refused to heal.
She stretched there, toes making holes in the hot sand and stood there for a few moments, taking in the view. While blocking someone else's, but she didn't really notice that. "You're on your own now," she called out, to no one in particular, before sighing and turning around, towards the crowd.
"Hey," she called out, to a silverette, waving boldly with hands covered in bangles. "You know where a good lemonade stand is around here? Gotta beat this heat."
She gave the woman a toothy smile, eyes warm and relaxed like the sun itself.
make it easier and beautiful as the sands shift under the weight and mass of a different person. the sounding of the sand pushed deeper and aside, it was noticeable for her. she looked up to see a woman with salt and peppered hair. it was... rather peculiar considering she has never seen that style before. if to explain her own hair and others to see it, she would like less valuable than silver combined, for her once once silver - like hair turned white and stayed such a colour.
looking at the woman, you were enthralled by her glamour and attitude, even if it was just a brief moment. the lackadaisical attitude could possibly match her own whimsical. despite your trouble hearing, you try your best to read the woman's lips.
i can't if i am extremely uncomfortable with her or, i am --- wait... isn't that -
she stopped her thoughts short and shrugged.
"i saw one at least up this hill if that ever counts..." think of something! "nice day, isn't it?"
[attr="class","denomination"] The silverhaired girl seemed focused on her for abit in a sort of odd way, but eventually she shrugged and motioned to one some distance away. Rhea spared the direction a glance, stiffling a groan at the walking distance. With her familiar so far away, she wouldn't be prepared to deal with people if they came looking for her.
The girl's delayed comment makes Rhea blink and then smile down at her- a grin more so than a smile. "Nicer havin' seen you," she said coolly, giving the girl a wink as she walked past to get her lemonade. She'd only spare the girl a backward facing glance once she was some meters away (and if the girl happened to catch her at that very moment, Rhea would wave coyly).
Having had her fill with teasing, she walked to the lemonade stand and ordered a drink. As an afterthought, she asked for two.
The skunk-dyed girl walked back, trudging across the grass and then sand, looking confusedly around for the girl she had just met. Despite having an avian familiar, she wasn't the best at direction sensing on her own. It was one of the things she often relied on Zerif for and now that the bird wasn't there, she was in a bit of a predicament.
She almost walked right past the woman before a patch of silver caught her eye and her face lit up. "Oh there you are! Here, I brought you one."
Post by nike blackwell on May 10, 2017 2:51:50 GMT
[attr="class","chills"]
It's so cold, the winter chills me
that cool breath, clinging to me like a monster
she's so peculiar -- from the way she walks, to the way she dresses and to the way she talks. she's so odd, it's almost unfathomable on what could occur next. not even nike could foresee the event. she thought that if one were to point the direction of where the lemonade stand is, that would be it. their interaction was simply a mindless thing that happened. however, fate decided it was time to let the two meet, to have them know one another and be acquainted despite her knowing that one day she would have to leave the girl for her bet with her closest friend was on the line.
she returned to her book once the salt and peppered haired woman was gone, reading the same sentence over and over. unable to comprehend the smile and the shine in the other's eyes. they glistened gold and beauty, so different from your blues and ice.
and like magic, she reappeared, with two cups of lemonade in her hands. her smile was present once more. nike becomes cautious, she's not used to the necessities of life and how laid back one can be.
"thank you," her lips gave off those two words. taking the cup into her hand she looked at the lemonade before taking a cautious sip. "you know you didn't need to do that... right?"
The silverette seems cautious in a way that Rhea doesn't quite understand. She hesitates before taking the drink, and stares at it, as if expecting to see something lurking beneath the yellow liquid. Rhea almost opens her mouth to egg her own before she finally takes a sip. By that time, Rhea's already make a heavy dent in her own juice.
"No problem," she responds, smiling down at the sitting silverette. After this much time, she's almost certain she's seen her and she feels like she knows where, too. But at the same time, it's not the kind of subject to be approached in the daylight.
"Need to?" Rhea accuses, her tone naturally defiant. "Well I like to do what I want to, so forget about it," she said, shrugging off the girl's concern. Finally, she frowns and asks the question that's been on her mind.
"Anyway, I thought I'd seen you around the pier before, so I wanted to greet you." The statement would make a lot less sense if the girl did not know of Leviathan, but she could also brush it off as just a random thought if she was the kind of visited the pier regularly. That being said, Rhea watched the girl's reactions closely.
the blast of the wind, and the chilling air. the intense heat of spring was already there. it's been alright for the past couple of days, less vertigo and more passion for the love of everything that stands between her and the world around. days upon days, and nights upon nights, the world just becomes warmer and your familiar becomes agitated whenever the two of them go to town. heads on the level, and eyes over the horizon, you walk with barely an objective in mind. forever it could be and forever it will be.
Burning on the dancefloor,to rise like a Phoenix
