-The Mythics RP-

[-Kiwi-]

Name: Wilroc (Will for short)
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Species: Human
Appearance: Tall, with chin length wavy hair, (think like- LoTR dudes Aragorn and stuff). He has brown eyes and a small scar across his cheek. He wears dark natural colors like dark green, brown, and grey.
Backstory: uhhhh

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

(here goes)
Galen stood in a large clearing surrounded by forest. He sighed as yet another attempt at landing the knife in a far-off tree ended again in it bouncing off and tumbling in the leaves on the forest floor. This blade was off-balance even though he had spent hours crafting it. He shook his head in defeat and went to fetch it.
He knelt and brushed his hand through the leaves until it met hard metal. Grasping it firmly, his eyes wandered up and down the blade. This knife was supposed to be one of his finest works but something had gone wrong. this was not a good witness to his skill. It was beautiful but not functional.
He stood and placed the knife in his satchel. There was more work to be done on it.
In one strong beat of his wings, was aloft. He streaked up into the sky and then dipped and flew low over the trees toward home.

 

[Blue Raptor]

Name: Wilroc (Will for short)
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Species: Human
Appearance: Tall, with chin length wavy hair, (think like- LoTR dudes Aragorn and stuff). He has brown eyes and a small scar across his cheek. He wears dark natural colors like dark green, brown, and grey.
Backstory: uhhhh

Accepted!

Alayna set down her water glass after taking a long quaff from it.
The day was only half over, and she was already tired and ready for bed. She blinked the tiredness out of her eyes and rubbed them as she leaned over the counter. She was only allowing herself to do this because the bakery was currently vacant. The morning rush was finally over and all of the stragglers has gone, taking about half of the work she’d spent last night working on. Her “too tired to care” mood she called it. Fortunately one of her friends were supposed to stop by today, so hopefully that would raise her mood rather than make her more irritable, because honestly? It could go either way.
Layna finally sat up and absently started wiping down the counter she’d been leaned over. Cleaning while working was a habit she was proud of, really, though right now she wasn’t thinking much of it. She leaned over to pull a basket out of the display case in front of her that was emptied of the rolls that had been in it and set it in the back as she pondered what she’d do that night. She’d have to get tomorrow’s baking done before sunset, and she planned on making pretzels. She didn’t want to do anything after that, just sleep.
She glanced out the window expectantly, wondering at exactly what time he planned on showing up.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Dude I forgot how much I missed the RP. And the fact that everyone hear can actually write

 

[-Shade-]

Dude I forgot how much I missed the RP. And the fact that everyone hear can actually write

For real. I hadn't expanded and stretched my wiring abilities much until I started doing this, and I have noticeably seen an improvement. There is something invaluable in the act of writing a story with other, more or less experienced writers, in the way that we can combine and learn our abilities as writers together.

 

[-Shade-]

The wind hissed loudly, gnashing invisible teeth at the cutting edges of the wingtips, groaning and tugging untamable as it churned from the ocean and tumbled back into the pitch darkness again.
Biting, growling, whispering, and pulling, it ran invasively through the tight-nit crest of feathers, creating an ever-droning white noise of whistles and whimpers.
Darkness. The shrouding cover of mist and clouds engulfed the sky, absorbing any light that one may have imagined from the stars or moon somewhere above.
Lights flickered faintly like dying candles, distant below the low-hanging ocean mist, as if looking down at the stars on a hazy night rather than up.
Wings tilted back, the black feathers caught the torrential air, pulling backward before turning and swooping around again, continuing the ever-repeating lazy spiral.
Pirate's Cove glittered defiantly below, unmoving but alive in the otherwise pitch-black and ominous night. Ember cocked her head toward the sprawling town, red eyes flicking emotionless over the collection of lights.
She pulled tightly around again, hovering slightly as the wind shoved at her wings irritably. The Harpy looped around again, continuing her thoughtful observation of the community miles below, wondering absently if there was really anything worth her time here.
The spiral continued a few more times. Drifting, turning, hovering, before looping back - an endless cycle. Deathly silent against the wind, tucked invisible behind the hazy mask of clouds.
She finally yanked backward quickly, twisting in the air and tilting her wings back like sails on the mast of a ship. The frigid void of mist and wind streaked past as the Harpy was pulled away, soaring off toward the coast, leaving the quiet watch over the town behind.


(It's good to be back)

 

[-Shade-]

Hey Cap, is Kelly still a thing?

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Hey Cap, is Kelly still a thing?

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

The wind hissed loudly, gnashing invisible teeth at the cutting edges of the wingtips, groaning and tugging untamably as it churned from the ocean and tumbled back into the pitch darkness again.
Biting, growling, whispering, and pulling, it ran invasively through the tight-nit crest of feathers, creating an ever-droning white noise of whistles and whimpers.
Darkness. The shrouding cover of mist and clouds engulfed the sky, absorbing any light that one may have imagined from the stars or moon somewhere above.
Lights flickered faintly like dying candles, distantly below the low-hanging ocean mist, as if looking down at the stars on a hazy night rather than up.
Wings tilted back, the black feathers caught the torrential air, pulling backward before turning and swooping around again, continuing the ever-repeating lazy spiral.
Pirate's Cove glittered defiantly below, unmoving but alive in the otherwise pitch-black and ominous night. Ember cocked her head toward the sprawling town, red eyes flicking emotionlessly over the collection of lights.
She pulled tightly around again, hovering slightly as the wind shoved at her wings irritably. The Harpy looped around again, continuing her thoughtful observation of the community miles below, wondering absently if there was really anything worth her time here.
The spiral continued a few more times. Drifting, turning, hovering, before looping back - an endless cycle. Deathly silent against the wind, tucked invisible behind the hazy mask of clouds.
She finally yanked backward quickly, twisting in the air and tilting her wings back like sails on the mast of a ship. The frigid void of mist and wind streaked past as the Harpy was pulled away, soaring off toward the coast, leaving the quiet watch over the town behind.


(It's good to be back)

Hey, this imagery is insane

Watch your ly-adverbs. If you cut back on your use of adverbs your writing will be literal gold. The dramatics of this description is just You're so good, Nikki.

 

[-Shade-]

Hey, this imagery is insane

Watch your ly-adverbs. If you cut back on your use of adverbs your writing will be literal gold. The dramatics of this description is just You're so good, Nikki.

Hopefully, I can maintain it for the rest of the RP. When I rush, my bits come out absolute garbage

Ahh, I see what you mean. I tried rereading it while taking the ly off the end of some of the abverbs and it was pretty solid. I'll try that more, thanks Cap