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  Dead men Tell No Tales (Pirates Of The Caribbean Rp)
Posted by: Mari Pearl - August 05, 2019, 10:28:52 AM - No Replies

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DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES

Pirates Of The Caribbean Synopsis
This swash-buckling tale Of stories follows the quest of Captain Jack Sparrow, a savvy pirate Captain, and Will Turner, a resourceful blacksmith, as they search for the Lost City Of Gold Atlantis. Elizabeth Swann, the daughter of the governor and the love of Will's life, has joined them on their guest she is also married to Will now. Little do they know, but the fierce and clever Barbossa has found out about their guest and will hunt them down on his ship Queen Anne Revenge. He, along with his large crew, are under an ancient armada of twelve fierce some crew searching for the Atlantis too who will be first to find the Lost City Of Gold, Jack Sparrow and his crew or Captain Hector Barbossa with his ill-mannered armada.

Captain Jack Sparrow had seen a lot and been through hellish time he is facing the butcher of the sea Armando Salazar who escaped the devil's triangle. Salazar,
an evil pirate hunter Jack thought he had got rid off in the devils triangle but the Spanish zombified ghost escapes when Jack trade his magical compass for a bottle of rum now his luck is out and he needs to find it but how can he when all his men leave him after a mistaken bank robbery and meeting with young Henry Turner son to Will and Elizabeth Swann Jack must trust in the young lad to help him find the Trident Of Poseidon to unleash all the power of the sea to survive, they got help from a young woman Carina Smyth who is the daughter of Captain Hector Barbossa and Margaret Smyth that both Jack and Hector knew a long time ago abandoning his daughter at a children's home. Together the trio fight Salazar and his ghostly crew and Will are rejoined by his wife and son and together they join Jack Sparrow's crew
to sail to find Atlantis.

The New adventure see's Captain Jack Sparrow to find the Lost City Of Gold and Jack needs a new crew to locate the City
Mister Gibbs is always loyal to Jack and helps him to recruit the Black Pearl for their new journey to find a city that was made
of gold, Jack Sparrow had told Gibbs about Atlantis the city made of solid gold and white marble mermaid's had found it
and now they needed to find a mermaid to help them. The Mermaid Ariel and Captain Jack grow close during the voyage
over the Atlantic and Jack thinks about maybe his time to settle down is upon him but would Ariel consider becoming fully human
for his growing feelings for her only time would tell.


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  DEMISE
Posted by: Falcate - August 02, 2019, 10:53:15 AM - Replies (1)

They hadn’t been in Gemini for long. The mutilated ex-Saboran was still awaiting his chance to speak to his sister, Serrate, who was allegedly leading this pack. She was difficult to get ahold of, and Falcate wondered if there was a chance she already knew he was there or not. His memories of his sister stemmed primarily from when they were young, back in Saboro, and when he thought about how she was back then, he didn’t hesitate to think she may be avoiding confrontation.

The main difference between then and now was that Falcate wasn’t there to berate or revile her like he most likely would have when he was younger. As children – and even adolescents – Falcate lived in the delusion that he was the best, that he was meant to lead Saboro. But Serrate did and he did not. That should have been his first clue that he was never meant to be a leader.  

Things were different in the present; the siblings had lived very contrasting lives leading up to this point. Serrate was a Queen twice over now, and Falcate was nothing more than the battered empty shell of a royal, spoiled brat who took everything for granted. Perhaps by now, the headstrong redblood was finally seeing that he owed his sister an apology – maybe even some respect. Perhaps it was truly time to grow up.

Quiet, shallow breaths echoed into the still night air as his daughter lay sleeping next to him. Her mere presence was calming, but Falcate couldn’t shake the feeling of lingering anxiety as he lay awake while the rest of the world succumbed to peaceful slumber. He had a hard time sleeping since they had arrived. Whether it be due to the many thoughts circling within his mind or the paranoia that lurked under his skin, he was unsure.

He was sure of one thing, however: Being born to Saboran royalty generally led to a lifetime of trust issues. Being in foreign land never did help with those.

A soft sigh slipped from the ex-Harrier’s scarred maw, sightless eyesockets staring into somber nothingness. He had no concept of time these days, completely unknowing of how long he’d been laying there drifting in and out of disturbed unconsciousness as he listened to Hallie’s smooth breaths and frequent sleep murmurs. It could be minutes before sunrise or hours – but he’d never know either way because he’d never see the sun again.

Agitation became more prevalent in his bones, the restlessness of his body beginning to grow more and more noticeable until it reached a point where he could no longer bear it. He knew Haldred would be pissed if he wandered off without her, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to scratch the itch.

Rising silently to his paws, he held his breath as he slowly found his way out of their little temporary sleeping quarters – which was essentially a makeshift den nestled into the gnarled roots of an impressive tree. That persistent limp in his hind leg forced a grimace upon his face, tired muscles protesting as he compelled them to move.

Once he was out in the crisp midnight air he paused and waited for a brief moment, listening to make sure that Hallie did not stir. Silence granted him his answer, and he began slowly padding away from the only child he had any contact with any longer.

Gemini was quiet despite not being a dense forest like Saboro was, and it gave Falcate a sense of unease. There were no birds singing. There were no rustles from the bushes. No distant cries from prey animals. No crickets chirping.

Simply silence.

Unsure of what exactly he hoped to accomplish by wandering away from his eyes into the foggy abyss, Falcate moved without purpose and took careful steps. This was uncharted territory for him and it wouldn’t take much for things to go horribly wrong here.

As he wandered cautiously and aimlessly, the ex-Harrier thought about his run-in with one of Serrate’s own children, Bellamy. A frightened, spineless little creature. He smirked as he recalled how the young girl thought Falcate and Hallie were Serrate’s kids too. She must have an army of them if this one didn’t know all her own siblings. He also briefly hoped that Haldred didn’t give the poor girl some form of PTSD after that little encounter. Poor Bellamy.

Falcate then pondered whether or not Serrate would know if her brother had offspring of his own. His memories were always quite blurry ever since he was mauled by Marou and Zasha (one of whom he still hated deeply, the other he had newfound respect for), so he couldn’t remember if Serrate was still around when he and Vapor decided to bring the kids out of hiding. But if his memory was correct, he thought Serrate was already gone by then. Would she be surprised? Happy? Disappointed?

A strange tugging feeling pulled at his chest for a moment, thinking about family and how broken his was. Not even just his siblings and Halberd and their dead, estranged father, but his own little family. He hadn’t seen Vapor since escaping with Haldred. And Gabe, Iscariot, and Isaiah…

Isaiah, the one who found him in his half-dead state after Marou and Zasha had their way with him. Terror.

Gabriel, the one Falcate had so much expectations for, almost to the point where it wasn’t even reasonable or achievable. Mislead.

Iscariot, the one who Falcate never paid enough attention to, or got to know well enough to form a proper relationship with. Forgotten.

Vapor… Someone who’d grown so unknowingly near and dear to his cold, dead heart. Someone who used to drive him absolutely nuts, bring out the worst in him, and yet show him exactly what he was capable of at the same time.

He’d abandoned all of them, just like his own mother had done to him and his siblings. He was no different. He was no better than that bitch, and it took him this long to finally see that.

It stung like a pain he’d never quite felt before. A deep, emotional ache that throbbed in his chest.

Realizing he had stopped in his tracks, Falcate lightly shook his head. When he began walking again, he had no idea which direction he was headed or what lay before him. The gears within his head turned rapidly, thoughts of Halberd and his brothers and sisters and his children all floated about, jumbled in his mind, clouding his perception of reality and memory.

Suddenly all of the memories were so clear, vivid. He couldn’t control the rate at which they flew at him.

Deltoid’s voice reverberated in his ears with a strange abruptness, “My sister is dead?”. The ex-Saboran then thought of his sister, a sibling he was probably strangely closest to, and yet one he despised the most in several instances. They didn’t always get along, and yet something about Derringer reminded him of himself. Hot-headed, stubborn, arrogant. It was as though they were cut from the exact same cloth some days.

The relationship between Falcate and each of his siblings was rocky at best (and there was truly one good reason why, whether or not he liked to admit it) but he always took a strange liking to Derringer. There was so many things he wanted to ask her, to try and understand about her. Now he’d never get the chance. Maybe it was for the best. Those answers could shatter a man.

However, he hoped he’d have the chance to reconcile with his last living sister, someone who he’d shared few – albeit memorable – moments with in the past. Someone who perhaps had more faith in him than he’d ever deserved. She’d lead Saboro, which was unfair to the girl – young, at the time – since it was an unrealistic standard to what a pack should look like. Someone who was now raising a family, which was also possibly unfair, because they’d all been shown the wrong way to raise a proper family.

Somewhere deep within Falcate, he hoped Gemini was much different. He hoped Serrate was much different. That her family was strong, like he envisioned his would be.

Timid steps brought Falcate somewhere that felt cold, breezy. He wasn’t sure how far he’d gone, having been lost in thought as he moved himself from place to place. His mind was feeling tired, his body growing slow as he gradually exhausted himself by traveling too far down memory lane. Did Haldred notice yet that he’d gone? He’d almost forgotten where he was; almost forgotten he was blind.

The wind picked up as he pushed onward, forward. A voice carried in the breeze, a voice that sounded familiar and yet so unknown and foreign. Perhaps this was a dream. Yes, that seemed far more likely. It would explain why his psyche was running wild; memories crashing down on him like waves, their sudden clarity so jarring and obnoxious. It explained why he felt so tired, so slow and lethargic.

He imagined that he was sound asleep next to his daughter, someone who held so much of his heart in her own hands. Did she know that? Did she know how much he adored her? He’d tell her when he woke up… Yes. He’d make sure he did. But for now, he had to take the sleep while he could. He couldn’t wake up yet.

Come to think of it, he’d never had a chance to truly tell any of his kids how much he loved them. And now they were calling to him, their voices on the wind that carried the ocean. They yearned for him, and he wished he could do more than simply follow their ethereal voices, reaching out for them as though he could grab them once more.

Calling, crashing, blowing, breaking.

As he reached, he felt himself floating, falling. He was weightless and free. The voices grew louder as he fell toward them, the smell of salt filling his nostrils. He saw them now, he could open his eyes. He could see, he could really see. They watched him from above, standing atop a cliff as he floated down below.

Falcate tried to call out to them, but the words refused to come. He was frozen in that moment, unable to move or speak or breathe. He could only watch as they stared down at him, their faces screwed into a look of horror and despair. Wide-eyed, they watched him in terror.

Why were they so scared? He was so happy to see them, so genuinely thrilled to see their faces again. Why would they be sad?  

He noticed then that Haldred was not standing with them, not standing there staring down at him with a look of dread upon her face. Where was Hallie? Something felt wrong, and the moment of peace quickly slipped away, leaving him alone in the darkness again. Alone, confused, cold.

Freezing cold, unbearably cold and drenched in wetness.

A sharp breath found its way into his lungs and he groaned in agony. This didn’t feel like a dream. His body shivered and lurched, something pulling him and throwing him against such hard, sharp ridges. He couldn’t see; he was blind again. His ribs screamed in pain, forcing him not to breathe.

He whimpered again as his body jolted in ice cold agony, shooting through his guts and legs and head and lungs. Oh god, it hurt. Why did it hurt so badly? What was happening? He couldn’t see – the world was a dark abyss and everything hurt.

More memories began to flood into his mind, recalling the last time he was in this much pain. It made sense back then, it all made sense. But this didn’t. Who was doing this, and why did he deserve it now?

His nostrils burned as salt water forced its way in. He choked and coughed as wet flames licked at his throat angrily. Water. He was in water. How did he get in water? A groan escaped him as more visions flashed in his mind, forcing themselves upon him with such aggression.

This time, he saw an old friend, someone who he took a keen interest in, and then came back to haunt him after he’d taken pieces of her with him. Was he paying for all of these things now? He thought he’d paid for all of these sins once already? Why now, why again? Why was this happening? He paid for these sins. He paid, with his sight and his dignity and his life.

He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. He was bobbing in waves but couldn’t swim. Crashing against rock but incapable of climbing them to safety. Where was Hallie? She could save him. She always saved him.

He couldn’t breathe.

How could he ever say sorry to anyone if he couldn’t breathe now? How could he tell Haldred how much he truly loved her if he couldn’t breathe? Why couldn’t he fucking breathe----

CRACK

The world around him was already black, but an eerie fuzziness began to somehow obstruct the vision he already lacked. The world grew warmer, his body no longer shivering as his skull bashed relentlessly against the sharp edges of boulders.

Floating once again, his soul soared. His broken, lifeless soul rose up as his limp body was pushed and pulled by the greasy, snakelike fingers of the ocean. He flew past his mother, his siblings, his children, his past. He saw himself hunting crocs with Sieness, saw his sister die, saw all of the slaves he captured, saw the many faces of Saboro’s leaders, saw Lucas caring for him, the volcano erupting – he saw it all before the ash and smoke filled his eyes and lungs and nose and swallowed him hole.  

It wouldn’t be Saboro that killed Sagaris after all. It was his own mind. He never had anyone to blame but himself.

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  The Fish Legacy (Buckshot)
Posted by: Aeneas - July 31, 2019, 11:49:36 PM - Replies (1)



    He had been practicing.

    Well, perhaps it was more accurate to say he'd been splashing about in the water and getting frustrated, and occasionally having something to show for it. But that counted, right? The waiting and the patience parts he had down, really-- he'd only fallen asleep once! But it was the being fast and quick and dexterous enough to scoop the fish out of the water that was proving to be the tricky part. There were just so many things that went into it! You had to be faster than the fish, you had to get your paw under it just right that you scooped it before it swam away, and you had to do all of that while aiming for a bit of the bank where the fish could land and you could pounce down on it before it flopped itself back into the water.

    He'd seen it done without the scooping and the flinging, where a wolf might plunge his head into the water and come out with a fish in his jaws. But he'd also emerged with nothing but a stick in his mouth on more than one occasion, and the indignity of it had pushed him to perfect the scooping method instead.

    And so here he was. Aeneas had his thinking face on, staring hard at the water with one paw raised above it, ready to move. He watched several fish swim closer and closer, unaware that statue above was alive and ready. As a fish came within reach, Aeneas's paw flashed into the water and found the fish's belly before it could get away, and scooped it from the water and out onto the sandy bank.

    "YES!" The boy danced in a giddy circle as the fish flopped, land-bound. "I did it! Finally! Oh yeah now I have to--" He pinned the fish with one paw and delivered a bite to its neck, ending its flopping. He'd done it! Perhaps it was sheer dumb luck, but he'd caught his first fish.



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  using white lighters to see (kaz)
Posted by: Becrux - July 31, 2019, 11:32:17 PM - Replies (1)



"You're staying, right?"

"I'm sorry. There's something I need to do first."


It would have been heart-wrenching if he'd still had a beating heart. As it was, the exchange had been more ice to chill his heart to numbness. The fall of Nardir wasn't enough, nor the journey to Inaria, the departure of his parents, or the poisonous miasma that still hung in the valley he'd once called home. It was his last conversation with Kastra that stilled his heart in a deep freeze. The truth was that the place that made his home was gone, and the people that populated his home were also gone, and his brother was the only familiar face left. What kind of home was the old forest? He envied his brother's optimism, and coveted his brother's steadfast commitment to a pack Becrux found he no longer knew.

He'd be back. But...not yet.

"What if...?"

Who was he, outside the idyllic place of his childhood? Strip away the crown on his mother's head, put down the legacy and the history and most of all the ghost of the person he'd expected to one day become but never did-- take away all of it. Who was he? What was left? Becrux, Prince of Nardir, the second brightest star in the Crux constellation--

Terebellum had always burned the brightest.

Who was he? Now, right this minute, the wolf sloughed free of every trapping of his birth, the one standing with his forepaws ankle deep in a cool forest spring as he contemplated his blurry reflection. Who was he?

He wrinkled his nose. "I don't need to decide right now. I'm here to take the time to discover the answer." He spoke the words aloud, unaware that anyone else might be close enough to hear.


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  We're all chained to the rhythm
Posted by: Kallistrate - July 26, 2019, 09:02:33 PM - No Replies


       The summer sun beat heavily on the grassy plains that hosted a plethora of deer. They grazed, unaware of the predator watching them in the grass. She was a massive figure, even in her young age and her fur was a tri-colored mixture of red, white, and grey. Even more stunning was how the colors were laid out. If one was to look at her right side, they would see the exact opposite of what was seen on her left side. Red on white versus white on red. Her eyes were also two different colors and were focused on a deer. Even her paws and nails were different colors as well. And if one looked closer, they would seen that one side of her glowed.

       Then, the massive she-beast propelled herself upwards, streaking from the grass in a blur. The deer - predictably - ran and the wolfess was on the tail of a particular one. She chased after her quarry, her long legs allowing her to keep pace with the creature. She was so close, so close to being able to leap and bring it down when it turned. She tried to follow the deer but found her legs tangling together and she fell head over heels.

       Kallistrate wanted to scream at the sky. She was so close to catching her first deer! This was her third try for Mother Moon's sake! Why couldn't see make a kill? She laid there in the grass, contemplating her life until now.

OOC:
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  Time to Take The Leap (Stella)
Posted by: Sekirei - July 26, 2019, 03:34:27 PM - Replies (2)

Ticon was walking through the woods after leaving the border. His mind was on Stella, his Sunshine. Recent events made him realize he needed to make a move and fast. He had to admit a few things to her and ask her to be with him. He wanted to share his life with her and hopefully, have pups someday. He decided the waterfall would be the perfect place. Stereotypically romantic? Sure. But he needed something stereotypical, given what had been going on recently.

He reached the falls and looked around. Spying a rabbit, Ticon crouched down and stalked towards it. He jumped, landed the hit, and killed the thing. He brought it back to his chosen position and set it down. He set about making it a set-piece, surrounded by flowers. He felt nervous. He didn't think she'd reject him, not after the progress they had made since they met, but he couldn't help but worry that he was misreading everything in their current relationship. She had been initially cold towards him (since she came to Nardir a former alpha herself, but he had been low-key smitten from the moment on. Stella herself helped him come to terms with the fact that Alana, the former Queen and sister to Merc, would never look at him the way he had looked at her. Stella didn't know this, at least to his knowledge. He needed her to understand how much she had come to mean to him in multiple ways. He couldn't see himself with anyone else.

Once he felt he was as prepared as he could be, Ticon let out a howl. "Stella, meet me at the falls."

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  New Beginning
Posted by: Ace - July 22, 2019, 11:49:14 PM - Replies (1)

Ace looked around curiously at what she assumed was the border to the Nardir territory. While it looked much the same as the land near to it, her nose told her this was it. However, now that she was there with her sore paws and brambles stuck in tail and leg fur, she was not entirely certain what to do. She knew as well as any that just walking into a territory was asking for disaster, but being outside of any territory, alone, in the dark, where anyone could happen upon her, was making her heart race and her head go dizzy. "Should I call for someone? Walk along the edge until I see someone? Bark? What if no one knows I'm here and when I leave to find a snack the only patrol passes me by and misses me and then I'm even more alone out here?" she asked herself, voice rising in volume and pitch until it reached a level slightly above what would be considered appropriate for a normal conversation.
Pulling a wilting sprig of lavender from behind her ear she forced herself to take a few soothing breaths. Allowing herself to sit down, taking much of her weight off her single hind leg, she considered her options. Making up her mind she called out, "Excuse me? Is someone there?" before inelegantly climbing onto a nearby stump to put herself above the surrounding plantlife, determined to wait for someone to come meet her. She would not let herself walk away from the pack she was so determined to join just because of some unreasonable nerves. However, as she heard the sounds of bugs and the occasional nocturnal bird echoing around her, she found it increasingly difficult to stick by her resolve. Her good ear twitched haphazardly and her tail quivered as she hunkered down on the log, forcing herself to stay put. It would be worth it if she did, she forced herself to believe.

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  MEGA//Sehnsucht; animanga original fantasy, jcink
Posted by: hira - July 13, 2019, 11:13:06 PM - No Replies

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  i hardly think i'm qualified [Kukulkan]
Posted by: Miguel - July 12, 2019, 12:05:34 AM - No Replies


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    There was a new Phoenix, and in all ways, it pissed Miguel off. If he knew how to write, he would be the guy that wrote a list and nailed it to the church (pyramid) door: ‘100 Reasons Why Fuck This Guy’. It would take a while. He couldn’t think of 100 reasons. Instead, he went over lists in his head. Why was Miguel so salty about this? He was a salty little man, and he dived in when he felt an ounce of salt upon his little heart. It made no sense, he had decided on a good while ago. It was overall very dickish; as many people would say, he hadn’t even met the guy. But he would argue that 1. The new king was not even an aviari, and 2. Fuck you. If they had been, he’d probably still have an issue with them, but bringing that into the argument was pointless because he would ignore it.

    He was a sparrow, having to yet do his trail, having yet to actually have a job, but he’ll be damned if he did not have an opinion. Still, he could do little to act on it. Grumble to others when they would listen, and blame Him for any misfortune. As he snapped at the water trying to grab a fish, he gave a low rumble with his miss. It was annoying to try to catch fish with such long, luxurious whiskers/feathers. Despite the fact that he sported an alligator tail, he didn’t want to dip into the water. It was already annoying enough that his facial feathers were getting wet, but he had a hard craving for fish and he could not resist. Finally, after many more snaps in the rushing water, he felt his teeth make a connection and brought out a silver fish, the tail hitting his face and his teeth crunching awkwardly, horrible, on the creature’s eye. Vomit started to rise in his throat as he flung the fish to the ground.

    “HuUUuUU!! HuuuUUUUuuuc!” Oh my god, that was so gross. Some vomit dripped from his mouth, as he tried to let the disgusting crushed eye run from his mouth. “Oh my god.” It felt all pretty out, but then he felt his stomach heave, felt it all come up. As he threw up, there was a very distinct, “Goddammit.” from him. Finally, he looked at his fish, with a face full of defeat, but now a belly void of even food from earlier. No longer craving the food but knowing he must eat, he started to tear into it, lips pulled back in a very delicate way that a dog does when they’ll eat the food their person gives them but they won’t enjoy it. The rogue boy looked around with anger and disgust, and was that a hint of embarrassment? Oh dear, hopefully, no one saw his little episode. That sure would be a shame. Wouldn’t it, mister new Phoenix?

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  All We Ever Do (is) All We Ever Knew
Posted by: Pawprint - July 08, 2019, 06:19:30 PM - Replies (1)

It was mercifully quiet.  There was no ooze, no monsters, and nobody's surprise kids (and what surprises they brought!). So the graying wolf was grateful for the fallen trees and buzzing bees around him.  When he was younger the quiet bored him.  He thought of imaginative ways to entertain himself and those around him; but now he reflected on his family and his children, and whether he was a good father and a mate all these years.  Regrets?  Sure.  Good times?  Plenty.  There were so many good times he had, it dampened the regrets he had.

Except the loss of his mate.

The older wolf snapped on the dead branches, shaking them and tearing them apart.  The animals nearby fled at the sudden action as he threw them on the ground.  Still unhinged, the wolf clawed the bark of a fallen tree so hard holes broke through the hollow trunk.  It wasn't enough.  Another tree.  Another trunk.  More branches.  The sawdust that billowed in the air agitated the bees and they flew away to their hives in haste.

"Raraarahh!"

After a moment, Buckshot left the bee's hives.  He left the fallen trees.  He left the catacombs where his kids stayed--two of his kids stayed.

He didn't know where he was peetering to; just that he would be back after dark when everyone was asleep.

And mercifully quiet.

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