just a different scene - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: just a different scene (/showthread.php?tid=8117) |
- Lolita Monroe - 10-07-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> For Snake, in the Dampwoods, not too close to Inferni's borders. Sorry it's not my best, it's late and stuff, and sorry for the wait! 300+ words.
[/html] - Snake - 10-11-2009 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj32 ... he/st2.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; padding-bottom: 160px; text-align: justify;"> Snake had spent the entire day working on the rusted-out shell of an automobile that he had found in the Harrow Road Landfill, which he had been trying to make into a den that he could live in while he remained in Inferni. It had been a pretty profitable day in that venture—he had torn out the seats and replaced them with some of the more clean rubbish that he had found around the landfill, thus creating a pretty cozy place to sleep. Unfortunately, that sleep wouldn’t come. And it wasn’t that his mind was too busy; actually, it was quite still. He simply couldn’t manage to close his eyes and fall into oblivion. So, as he often did when he couldn’t sleep, he got up and started to look around. His walking took him east, into the Forests of Inferni and then past the row of wolf skulls on stakes. He continued until he was in the area known as the Dampwoods, just to the east of Inferni… The moon lit up the woodlands well, so the coyote didn’t have any trouble seeing as he sifted through. He walked on two legs, in his Optime form, pushing away undergrowth and branches that got in his way. He was tranquil, listening to the general sounds of night as he continued along, when a string of a foreign language broke the night. He could hear the fluttering of birds as they flew away from the sound. Snake, on the other hand, was somewhat curious. Much like the victims of the horror movies, he wandered towards the strange sound. He had nearly lost where the voice had come from when more garbled words came forth, and he managed to triangulate the sound to the source. He could descry the form in the moonlight—a light-furred wolf with fiery hair and glinting green eyes, perched in a tree and gripping the branch with clawed hands. She seemed to be sobbing which, combined with her strange shouts, made Snake feel frightened. Now he had seen the source of the occurrences, he felt no need to stay. The coyote attempted to get away, as silently as he could… Unfortunately, the crisp leaves and branches underfoot wouldn’t allow that. They had heralded his approach and now his leave to whoever was listening. [/html] - Lolita Monroe - 10-15-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> 300+ words.
[/html] - Snake - 10-25-2009 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj32 ... he/st2.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom; padding-bottom: 160px; text-align: justify;"> His carelessness had attracted some attention. The startled coyote looked behind him, a muted hint of alarm creeping into him as the strange woman called out after him. He was not afraid of her. She looked so thin and bewailed that he could probably trip her up and buy himself enough time to make a hasty retreat to Inferni. But no, it was a much more profound uneasiness that entered him—there was something almost unearthly about her, about this place, about this night. It made a very strange feeling rest upon his shoulders, as well as his heart. He caught the pale-furred wolf slipping from the tree branch, and the somewhat resounding thump of her near-limp body impacting the leafy ground. She crumpled into a heap of cream fur and fiery hair, and she did not move. She no longer shook. She no longer screamed. She no longer railed at the uncaring heavens in that strange, foreign tongue. Snake believed, for a moment, that she might be dead. In the dim light, he couldn’t tell if her back was rising and falling with the intake of breath. Carried by a morbid curiosity, the golden-furred coyote crept a few paces towards her. While still about ten feet away, he craned forward to see if he could tell as to her condition. If he were smarter, he would have obeyed his screaming instincts and run back home. But sometimes the cat was carried away with that curiosity, and sometimes it led to a premature demise. Hopefully this circumstance was not so dire, but it was enough to make the usually-stoic coyote feel uneasy nonetheless. Not much could accomplish that on him. As he took another measured pace towards the strange wolf, he had one last thought of ‘maybe this is not such a good idea after all’. [/html] - Lolita Monroe - 10-29-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> You wanted him to have bad experiences with wolves, so I'm upping her sadface to crazy, hopefulface, and if you want, it'd be very possible for her to attack him or something. ^^ 500+ words.
[/html] - Snake - 11-14-2009 I'm very sorry for the delay! [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... ntable.png); background-color:#ffffff; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> Her pale form remained quiescent upon the forest floor, and, despite the small amount of lighting that the moon and stars lent them, he didn’t notice her eyes snap open, nor as they watched his vague form approach. At this moment he felt more like he was in a dream than anything—perhaps he had fallen asleep back at his den in the junkyard, and this was simply a very realistic trance. As this thought began to sink further and further into his mind, he began to feel more and more invincible, and less afraid. Why should he be afraid anyway? This creature wasn’t even able to keep herself up, if she was alive at all. It suddenly became a feat to come as close as he could to the crumpled figure. Be this dream or no, it seemed to be a strike against his fortitude to run away now. Snake didn’t hear her whispering—and even if the words did murmur past his ears, he either convinced himself that they were merely in his head, a part of this figment, or nothing at all. He edged closer still, not knowing what he would do next. So here was the girl still (for he was certain she was a girl), and he was wondering if her sides were really rising and falling with breath, or if it was just a play of the light and shadow. He took one more half-step closer, and he was now only a few feet away. table credit goes to jacoby [/html]
- Lolita Monroe - 11-24-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> Likewise. x.x; I've been slow lately. I left it open ended. . . Where would you like to take this? PM me on Vigi's account if you want to plan something out, or we can just go with it or whatever. ^^ 300+ words.
[/html] - Snake - 11-27-2009 I tend to just go with the flow, lol. [html] http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x242 ... ython1.png); background-color:#000000; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> Snake had grown up rough, in a city full of wolves that decided their places in society by how much they could be violent to their competitors. His ‘father’ had been the leader of all of that chaos, and had instilled it in his assumed children. He had urged Foxhound and Snake into prematurely shifting, a month before the proper time. And in that confusion of switching bodies for the first time, he had placed a knife into Foxhound’s hand and asked him who would be the superior brother. It was this situation that Snake had to thank for the scar that lingered on his ribs. He had been tempered by the pain, and he had been tempered by the omnipresent fear. He was supposed to be the ideal warrior now, a soldier hand-made by Patriot himself. He didn’t feel surprise. At least, he didn’t think he did. But when the body of the light-furred wolf contorted and suddenly sprung at him, he started. He tried to step backwards quickly, to avoid the pouncing wolf, but the loose autumn leaves slipped beneath his paws. He fell, but it was in these milliseconds that his training came back to him. Suddenly his twin brother’s form replaced that of the white-furred, red-haired woman. He was taken back to their fights so many months ago—Foxhound, the stronger of the two, had often pushed Snake just as he was falling now. He knew what to do. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, lifting his fists to that they covered his face. He managed to tuck his legs up underneath him, ready to kick at whatever came towards him. And he would have done so to his assailant if he hadn’t hit his head on a leaf-covered rock on the way down. The breath was knocked out of him, and he saw stars. Momentarily stunned, and at the mercy of whatever this crazed creature was. table credit goes to jacoby [/html]
- Lolita Monroe - 11-28-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> That works for me. ^^ I'm not very good at fight threads (almost 10 years and I still can't do them, heh), so please excuse that my posts might suck. 300+ words.
[/html] - Snake - 11-29-2009 I'm not very good at them either, so we have that in common. XD; This is probably extremely vague, so tell me if you don't understand anything. ._. [html] His vision consisted of a general blur, full of orbs of light that expanded and contracted as pain spread like a spider-web from his skull. Disturbed, he squeezed his eyes shut and grunted, trying to regain control of his thoughts. A few surreal moments passed when he was still gathering himself and his attacker was seemingly nowhere. But then, when he opened his eyes once more (his vision now restored to him, though his blistering headache remained), he found that she was coming at him once more. Lying on one’s back is not a very defensible position. Actually, Snake had been taught to never, ever get caught there. With your neck and chest exposed, it was probably the worst place to be. Unfortunately, he didn’t think he had any time to try to twist away and stand. When trying to decide the best plan of action, Lolita had reached him. He knew immediately that she was fighting with her emotions, not her head. Foxhound had been the same, except he knew what he was doing. She hadn’t had any training—a knowledgeable fighter like Snake knew that. He kept his arms between her and his face, neck, and chest. Even if your opponent had never fought before in their life, one bite to the throat would end it. Her clawed hands ended up grabbing onto his protecting arms, and he seemed to watch her open jaws scything towards the same target in slow-motion. He knew that a werewolf’s bite could shatter bones, so he reacted without thinking—his powerful shoulder sand arms pushed outwards while simultaneously twisting to the side. He attempted to convert the motion of her coming down at him to down towards the ground next to him—whether or not that changed her mind in biting was up to how she responded to that, but he was currently in her grasp. table credit goes to jacoby [/html]
- Lolita Monroe - 12-22-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> -.-; Basically, I suck. I've been dealing with a lot of stuff and been on absence basically since the end of November. . . We can wrap this up quickly, if you want? 300+ words.
[/html] - Snake - 12-31-2009 It's no problem at all. (: And yeah, we can definitely wrap this up in a short while! Thank-you very much for threading with me. :3 I'm trying not to powerplay here, but tell me if anything is out-of-bounds for you. [html] http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b171/ ... -8copy.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Hatred was a new concept for Snake—a generally emotionless being, he had never really experienced the full brunt of it. Did he hate Patriot for pitting his twin brother and he together? No. Did he hate Foxhound for listening to that man, to the point of nearly killing Snake? No. They were just random actions, and it just so happened that he had been the victim in most of them—or so he thought, sometimes. And this was very much the same. He hadn’t done anything to incite her to attack him; it was just how the events unfolded. Did he hate her for it? No. He may think she was crazy and he might fear her some, but he did not hate her. So perhaps that was the strangeness of the two combatants: on one side, Lolita was nearly blind with hatred and anger, while Snake, on the other, was keeping his cool and defending himself as best he could. The young coyote managed to divert her attack, and he heard her land heavily in the decaying plant matter beside him. He had caught a glint of surprise in her green eyes, and now she snarled and cursed. He knew that he had only a few moments before she was on the attack again. He could defend himself, yes, but opponents that you could not anticipate were always dangerous. He tried to get up, to dodge away, but he was half a moment too late. She had moved as well, facing him on the offensive and striking out with her scything jaws. He felt her teeth slice his shoulder, but luckily he had moved enough to avoid her from grabbing hold. A deadly click told him that her jaws had shut, empty. Despite the pain and the blood he felt flowing from his shredded shoulder, he moved forward and stood, barely pausing to look on the crazed, fiery-haired wolf. He did not want to hurt her, and he knew he would have to if he stuck around here. So, attempting to be blind to her fury and deaf to her insults and snarls, he took a few quick steps backward before turning and attempting to run back to Inferni. Next time when he wanted to go on moonlight walks in the woods… maybe he shouldn’t. - Lolita Monroe - 01-06-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/ ... tloops.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:400px; border:1px #5B476D solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> You can post again, or ask it to be archived, whichever you'd prefer. ^^ 535 words.
[/html] |