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Nicknames: Nikki, Nikkypo, damsel in distress, trembling leaf...
Imma little college boy.
I am a quite a timid little one... And trying to girly as possible. But trust me, once you get past my weirdness I can be suuuper sweet~
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Fears:Vore, creepy peeps online, blood, the dark, WOLVES, water and oh so much more...
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Wings In The Night PT2Fortune bit back the pain as the alcohol cleansed his wound. Heidi the barmaid seemed to find his discomfort amusing as she tended to his wounded leg.
“You are fortunate to be alive.”
The wanderer smirked, “Fortune is my name,”
She glared at him before tightening the bandage and eliciting a protest of pain.
“Fraulein, your bedside manner is most atrocious.”
She folded her arms, “That was foolish running into the fray like that.”
Fortune stood, “I’m not one to stand idly by while evil flies upon the night winds.”
The girl turned to go when he caught her arm.
“I can’t help unless I know what it is I face. Where do these gargoyles come from? When did they appear?”
She glanced away uncomfortably, “It’s not good to speak of such things. The gargoyles seem drawn to those that try to investigate, and to those that they deem a threat.”
Fortune released her arm, “Such as me?”
Wings In The Night PT1The first sign that all was not well was the road. The road was well traveled and worn as a road to one of the largest cities in Europe well should be. But other than a few farmer’s carts, one noble’s coach, and a patrol of dragoons it was sparsely traveled.
Upon his chestnut colored horse a single traveler made his way down the road. A large greatcoat was draped over his shoulders the effect like a great bird with its wings folded. Worn but still fine riding boots were in the saddle stirrups, simple britches and a silken shirt completed his attire.
Despite his face seemingly still youthful his green eyes were very tired. His hair was long and tied back in such a way as was popular with sailors, one hand gripped the reins while a second never strayed far from the hilt of his saber. A pair of pistols were tucked in his belt.
He had wandered the world, fought many foes, and seen many things both wondrous and terrible. It seemed like his journey was never ending; with never a
Watered in Battle - 1Two teams. Two ancient treasures. One Ultimate Secret.
The blue team, keeper of the treasure of the Glass Onion. And the gold team, Guardian of the treasure of the the Witch Ring.
Whosoever can obtain both treasures before noon, will discover the Ultimate Secret, said to surpass the wisdom of the mortals and foretold to have the might to crush the surest civilizations.
(Cut to wide shot of battlefield Amethyst Park, with trees and grass and rocks)
Amethyst water park…the grounds where both teams are now engaged in a cold war, to see who can recover the enemy's treasure.
(Gunfire goes off!)
Drex makes a desperate retreat, weaving rocks and trees and tall grass. Several shots of icy cold water stream very close to him.
Drex ''Agent Drex to Blue Team! My cover has been compromised! Abort the mission!"
A stream of water come sstraight for him and he leaps in time as it deflects off a boulder making the sound of a ricocheted bullet.
"Hurry Drex! You're almost in neutral terriory
Chapter One (Finished)
It was early that morning around eight AM, the girl sat up in her bed, she was young, no older than fifteen. Her shoulder length light blue hair was messed from sleeping, her fringe reached down to her eyes. She raised her arms to stretch, letting out a yawn as she did so. The blue haired girl's head turned left towards a window where the morning light was beginning to shine in. She instantly shot out of the bed and rushed towards the window. She was wearing a large Baggy white T-Shirt that could have easily passed for being a small one piece dress reaching halfway down to her knees.
As she gazed out of the window her beautiful blue eyes widened with joy as she saw gentle white flakes drifting lightly down from the sky and covering the street bellow. She was in a traditional Japanese house that had a small property at the front, this side of the street had around 20 buildings of similar design. opposite the house, there was a tree covered area that was raised above the street level by
(Collab) In the Mists of Madness PT2
Soon after a brief journey through the shortcuts of town Red and Shenara were hidden by the docks.
"Remember, incapacitating them is preferable to killing." Red reminded her friend
There were two rats on the left, three on the right, loading boxes onto dollies. A female otter in swashbuckler’s clothes was directing them. All of the rats were armed with scimitars, while the otter had a rapier at her side.
From out of the shadows an arrow arced out and caught one of the ratpair in the thigh. He screamed; his companions all turned drawing blades.
That's when Shenara struck, two of the trio had their heads knocked together; the third turned only to have the lioness fall upon him. Red rushed forward and met the last rat head on, scimitar clashed against Daedalian blade.
Red closed the distance as she blocked an overhead blow and drove an elbow into the rat's snout.
"Arrrgh!!" The rat shout
Collab: In the Mists of Madness PT3
The raccoon, was frozen in fear as she stared at Farah
“I don’t know what’s going on.” She shivered
The lullaby was still coming from the closet door, and the lights bathed the room in red.
The raccoon's chest was heaving in terror.“The red lights... why are you heading toward that door? What makes you think I know what’s behind it? I-I mean, maybe I do...”
The ferret smirked. "You just dug yourself in a hole. You'd make a lousy thief, start talking Ms. Scholar."
The music became slightly off-tune...
The raccoon who was indeed Remi, rubbed her hands together and looked ashamed: “I- I’ve been sent to look for something in town... Something bad...”
The door began rattling heavily.
Remi gasped “I’m sorry-- I’m sorry for lying!”
Growling to herself Farah turned to
(Collab) Red's Tales: The Secret of Purbrige PT5Red swiveled an ear back as she looked for the speaker. The voice had come from an eldar man with graying hair and a similarly colored goatee, standing tall and decked in modified military fatigues. He was armed to the teeth like he expected to fight Red himself with a pistol in one hand and a combat knife in the other. Next to him were a pair of armored mercenaries similar to the ones her and Ben had to clear out on the way to the bank earlier.
“You’ve been causing me a lot of trouble, haven’t you…” the human spoke out, making sure a number of guns were trained on her.
“Miller I presume?” Red growled as she kept her gun aimed at him. “So you’re the boss,”
“That I am, and these lovely gentlemen are with me. Better question- who are you? You’d make a good mercenary. I’m impressed. You’re not even afraid are you,” he said with some pride.
“You’re also a psychopath!” Ben call
All Through the Night
“Admit your treason!” Sanga purred wickedly, flashing a feline-toothed grin.
Starlight glimmered on her polished bronze short sword as she stood posed to thrust it down on her foe. Kebalt lay panting in terror on the lavender sands on the desert floor. Sanga had him pinned there with her foot in his stomach, digging her claws in slightly.
Kebalt laughed nervously between panting breaths, his slightly-crossed eyes darting about for an opportunity to turn the tide of combat.
“Treason?” Kebalt said, his voice heaving under Sanga’s weight. “Bold talk for the girl who usurped her father, Emperor Rahji! You hypocrite!”
Sanga smirked wider, leaning down and brandishing the tip of her blade closer to Kebalt’s face. “Traitor and heretic!” she said, heterochromia eyes widening in a murderous craze. “Phenat is ruled by a matriarch. A slobbery kiath man has no place in her throne. Not my father, nor you!”
Kebalt heaved as Sang
(Collab) Red's Tales: The secret of Purbridge PT4Red kept her ears pricked forward on alert as she kept watch over their hideout. A thought that had been bugging her finally came to the surface.
“Why were you alone?” She asked Whash who tilted his head to the side in response.
He seemed to have picked up on the word alone. His shoulders slumped as he wondered how he could possibly answer that one. He thought on this for awhile before he came up with an idea. Holding out his hand, he growled audibly as the blue liquid from his suit lining formed in his hand again similar to with the trident. He groaned more as it formed into a sphere.
“Fish,” he grunted out as the construct took the shape of a planet. Sort of. It didn’t have visible landmass, as if it was entirely water. The sphere closed in as it came down to someone that looked like him and another figure. Whash struggled but he got them to move like puppets, the two hugging before they both went into separate pods like they found him in. He wasn’
(Collab) Red's Tales: The Secret of Purbridge PT3They held their weapons at the ready but not pointed. The thing stood at it’s full height, but it still looked about a half foot shorter than Ben. What was more worrisome about it was the fact that to Red the thing looked like a more exotic version of powered armor with thick metal around the chest, waist, and helmet while more curved sections of metal and a type of fabric held the joints and smaller sections of the suit together. However even the more flexible materials looked airtight like it’d do just fine underwater or in the vacuum of space while the opaque visor where eyes or a face should be appeared a bit unsettling. The same light blue energy that obscured the face flowed through lines throughout the suit that pulsed with some kind of liquid as the mechanical nature of it was made clear, the thing appeared to stretch and limber up. Despite definitely having some mechanics assisting its movement, if there was any machine whirring it was practically whisper quiet, ev