One sip of the blood that I found - 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: One sip of the blood that I found (/showthread.php?tid=26595) |
- Colibri Haki - 04-03-2012 [html] ooc: Poppinz! <3 Night had fallen on the Dampwoods. Colibri moved silently through the maze of trees, the carpet of pine needles muffling her light steps. She had initially come to the forest to hunt, to chase the crepuscular rabbits and rodents scurrying to their burrows before the sun set and owls could lay claim to them. But darkness had crept up quickly, and the werewolf lost interest in seeking prey. She had caught a different scent, once she was far more interested in hunting.
- Elvira Winters - 04-09-2012 [html] She had killed a man with poison once. She had watched the life fade from his eyes, horror invoked, knowing what the smiling girl before him had done only once he was inches from death. She was a killer with the guise of an angel, so innocent and pure, eternally childlike. Her body was small, frail, but like a serpent, she was perpetually poised to strike. Her fangs were sharp, deadly. Her own poisons she comsumed, in small amounts, intending to build an immunity, truly changing her into the queen of death. Only her own masochism left her damaged. She refused to defend herself against overt, physical damage. She craved the pain, enjoying the sight of her body broken and bruised. Carefully catching the widow in a jar, she smiled, peering at the trapped arachnid with an adoring gaze. Perhaps they were one and the same. She wished to devour hearts and consume the sun. There was no love in her touch. Purely, her heart only held selfishness, and everything that she did, everything that she thought and felt, was only for herself. Returning the jar to her pouch, she peered around the tree, a voice softly, undistinctly heard, and yet perhaps not. Her nails found the bark of the tree, sinking into the soft wood, watching with yellow eyes. She collected the leaves of the moonflower. Elvira didn't immediately realize that this was a fellow poison collector as well. - Colibri Haki - 04-10-2012 [html] ooc: Just for clarification, it's jimson weed, Datura stramonium. =P There are a lot of different 'moonflowers' out there...
A slight shiver chased down her spine, causing the fine hackles on the nape of her neck to rise. She hadn't heard anything, but it was the unmistakeably eerie sensation that she was being watched. Coli swallowed, growing tense. Had she been followed? She had been moving swiftly, it was possible she had attracted attention. Her bobtail flicked anxiously as she weighed her options. It could simply be paranoia, after all; no need to make a mad dash for the stream. "...Is someone there?" she finally whispered, ears straining for any kind of response. If it was something harmless like an owl, perhaps it would stir at the sound of her voice. And if she was being hunted... the next sound would be the ambush. |