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Post by Saberstar on Aug 4, 2009 18:44:15 GMT -5
(I'm going to lock this thread)
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Post by Leafshadow on Aug 4, 2009 19:11:05 GMT -5
(What's the point?)
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Post by Saberstar on Aug 4, 2009 19:14:13 GMT -5
hmmm....odd, usually others aren't allowed to post after locking it... All I'm saying is this thread is dead and we need to create a new rp thread for this coven
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Post by Leafshadow on Aug 4, 2009 19:26:48 GMT -5
(o.o I have magical admin powers. But okay, though, I see your point. Just don't delete this one so that we can have the history)
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Post by Owlwing on Aug 4, 2009 19:27:26 GMT -5
((Wait confussed?))
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Post by Saberstar on Aug 31, 2009 15:47:40 GMT -5
((Mmkay. And Owlwing.....we're making a new thread for this coven to rp in but keeping this one so we can look back at the history of what we already posted))
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Post by Echostar on Aug 31, 2009 16:46:47 GMT -5
((Everyone can post in locked threads because we're all admins (which is totally pointless in and of itself) so locking threads is pointless. Also, I see no reason to create another thread when this one is already up. Making another thread would just take up space (though that isn't too big of a deal) and our random thread has over 30 pages anyway.))
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Post by Leafshadow on Aug 31, 2009 16:49:00 GMT -5
((We're all admins.. Except for stormynight. Haha))
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Post by Owlwing on Sept 7, 2009 11:00:12 GMT -5
((Okay moving this thread is really dumb, lets just start it again))
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Post by Leafshadow on Sept 7, 2009 12:52:41 GMT -5
((Okay, so I should start up the RP again?))
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Post by Echostar on Sept 7, 2009 13:01:22 GMT -5
((Go ahead and post Leafshadow.))
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Post by Leafshadow on Sept 8, 2009 8:09:16 GMT -5
((Yes!!!))
Lucan pulled away from Christabella for a moment or two, striding gracefully over to the window. Something wasn't right.....But he couldn't tell what. That was one of the bad parts of being a gifted vampire like him. He didn't have one single talent, but whispers, little fragments of others. At times it could be useful, but for times like this is was plain annoying. As he carefully searched out the window, a wave of frustration hit him like a bag of rocks. He could tell right away that these emotions weren't his, and that left only a few possibilites for who it could be. "Just a minute, Chris." He said, turning towards her. I'll get Geirsha, or Lucreita, or someone to come up here." The vampire paused as he walked towards the door. "They're back." He whispered, even though there was no point. Christabella could her him anyways. They're here, and something's not right. He thought, rushing down the stairs and outside of the castle.
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Post by Echostar on Sept 8, 2009 19:00:19 GMT -5
Cillian strode through the front gate, obvious annoyance and frustration rolling off him like a storm. He immediately blew past Lucan, though no disrespect was intended, and slid through the castle's doors quietly and unannounced. Once through, he lept up the stairs in a graceful fashion and was at his bedroom door in less than a minute. He threw the door open and tossed his coat back over the top of his armchair, the claws clanking against each other, making a sweet yet eerie sound. Cillian stopped when he got to his window and was out on the small balcony. He placed his hands around the rounded concrete edge of the wall and hung his head, exausted. His loose shirt looked like the rings in a disturbed pond with the slight breeze fluttering past his pure skin and his eyes were shut tight, thinking about all the things that had happened that day. A sigh escaped his lips as he tried to relax his shoulders, which were tense with the memory of the days events. What in the world could possibly go wrong now?
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Post by Saberstar on Sept 8, 2009 19:57:51 GMT -5
Giersha strode gracefully and silently up the stairs, her eyes lost in a daze, her hands twined wiuth each other as her thumbs brushed each other anxiously. She walked into the foyer her shoes clicking on the polished marble floor as she sat on a beautiful white concrete bench. She hung her head, her shoulders slumped wearily.
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Post by Echostar on Sept 17, 2009 20:18:38 GMT -5
Cillian's eyes slowly opened, though doing so would not increase his ability to see. His tense fingers clicked against the concrete as he nervously drummed them in an eerie rhythm. The breezes fluttered past, battering his skin gently and bringing him back to reality. How much longer can all of this go on? There's going to be a war, no question. But none of us are prepared for it and we're doing nothing to prepare. Cillian lightened his grip on the wall when the stone began to protest and he removed his hands from the balcony edge. He tilted his head to the moon, letting the cool air and light soak into his skin. Letting his head fall back into its normal position, he placed a hand at his lips. A smooth song floated through the air as he whistles Solana's tune once again. The beautiful silver eagle came soaring out of the middle of the sky, as if waiting to be called back. She gracefully landed on Cillian's shoulder and he gently and lovingly stroked her feathers and he walked back inside. Solana didn't speak to him very often, but chirped in her birdly way whenever he talked to her to let him know she was listening. Cillian often called her down when he was having a rough time or was in need of some company, and she was always there when he needed her, a true friend indeed. "Solana," he began, his weariness creeping more and more into his voice with each word. "I don't know what to do at the moment. Help me, friend?" he pleaded. Solana bobbed her head and let out a soft coo. She was ready to listen and help.
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