alonimi - Incomplete

Highest Bidder [Closed]

Sat, 08 Jul 2017 03:59:22 +0000

A Fugue of the Continuous [Closed]

Thu, 29 Jun 2017 02:17:25 +0000

A Galway Girl AU

Untamed Wilds [Closed]

Fri, 12 May 2017 19:11:08 +0000

Stranded [Closed]

Fri, 12 May 2017 02:42:53 +0000

Galway Girl [Closed]

Wed, 12 Apr 2017 02:59:07 +0000

Love Games [Closed]

Thu, 17 Nov 2016 18:14:05 +0000

megs && saronym
can't stop wont stop

Miscalculations [Closed]

Mon, 12 Sep 2016 20:26:10 +0000

megs&&saronym

Sugar Cubes & Cobwebs 1x1

Wed, 18 Nov 2015 03:49:04 +0000

A Gallow's Reprise. Rapture x Shade.

Sat, 08 Aug 2015 10:00:47 +0000

What is the price we pay for the crimes of others?

No one really knows anymore...All that matters is searching for the goal we all set for ourselves.
The fall of Nightsky city, was just the start of the horrid adventure that stood before the male, so much had happened in the course of those few years. So much pain, so much faith lost, such sorrow lost within the mind of one.

No one could really tell how much time passed, in the youth’s mind. How many questions were asked, how many times he yelled at his inner self to move forward, and push through the groggy sea that he had sunk down inside of.

Captured, at the awakening of the one known as The Reaper, he was interrogated. His skin, cut down, a couple of his organs damaged, bone shattered, all to get information of the one he carried the blood of. However, even as The Goddess’s guard continued to torture him, he never broke...In hindsight, he kinda of wished he did, for what came afterwards.

Once the son of the Devil helped him escape the Inquisitor, only to be recaptured....By the Reaper this time....

The price of being saved....
Part of his soul stolen...
Haunting memories...
Insomnia...

Panting, the amethyst hues glared across the small room at the man who grinned from cheek to cheek, this man said he had information that he wanted to find ‘her’. Spitting a wad of blood onto the ground, a bit of the white ash and amethyst locks drifted into his face, kissing against the sand toned skin, the lower half mask, still covering up to his nose, as he took in a deep breath.

“So...Young Nightsky, this information I have isn’t what you wanted...However, it lured you out, as your father wished...” The shadowed figure spoke out, his tongue coiling against the blade of a dagger. “No music box for you at all, you can’t win this..So just give in aye?” Once again the voice called out, followed by a small chuckle.

A sigh passed the youth’s lips, before he forced himself forward, feeling the bindings around his wrists, loosen a bit. This was what he was wanting, this man had information on ‘her’ he knew it, if they were hunting her...That meant they had a clue of where she had ran off to this time. “Sorry mate....” His words careful at first, the amethyst hues drifting up words, a smirk curling against the fabric of the mask, before his body spun, kicking upwards towards the man. Only to knock the shadowed figure down the ground. One hand moved over the other’s wrists, as he begun to rub at it. Scars showed, where manacles had been left on him for a while, where he had dug the metal into his skin, trying to escape.

Shifting the eyes upward, the man begun to show panic, as he squirmed beneath the foot of the male. “Hey, hey! I I’ll give you whatever information you want! But, that won’t save the one you seek boyo...She’s as good as gone, once the Master finds her...He’ll make her into a beast...Turn her into one of those disformed creatures he creates...It’ll be beautiful...” He spoke grinning, trying to hit the sore spots of the boy that had him pinned. Remembering that from the data that was given to him, the boy would think before acting.

Amethyst orbs shifted down to the man once again. Not a word escaped, as a small laugh passed his lips. A hand moving to his face, his digits pressing against his forehead and temple, now his laughter boomed into the dark room. Now his head lowered, as the chuckling began to die down. Was this guy serious? Did he not know the other target? Was his father’s men, truly this stupid? “Oi...” He spoke out, as he lowered himself, a single digit, moving towards the man, before gathering what he needed, the location of the files. “...First off, I don’t think you meesy little pups, can even land a finger on her...Second off..” This time, anger flared in his voice tone, his hand clenching into a fist. A dark green presences of aura starting to infuse around his skin, his arm raising, the dead lock amethyst hues glaring at the man below. “I would not allow some gallowed insect to touch her in anyway...Even if it was my father...You scum.” His voice spoke in a whisper, before his fist slammed down against the man’s head, surely crushing it, after the first hit...However he didn’t stop, until his body was covered in the other’s blood.

Standing up, he shook his arm a bot, flexing his hand out a bit. “Fucking..Idiots threatening....Her..” He muttered beneath his breath. His eyes shifted around, before he quickly made his way towards the station the hunter had created in the back of the room. Grabbing the files, his body faded off to another place now.

Many refugees, made their way to this city..Once called the Cost of Remorse, it harbored the home of a lot of the Night race’s people, after Seph’s strike and rampage against the city. Well, those who survived the onslaught, and wasn’t of the Goddess’s order. A bilgewater town, filled with thieves, pirates, bounty hunters, mercenaries, that type of place. It seemed, like the best place to lay low for the longest time. In a way, one could say it resembled the town that The Underground was based in, only added with a port side, and a sea traveling out across the view. Coin was accepted everywhere in this shallow town, it was how you made your way across anything here, and not a care in the world, was given how you obtained it.

On the corner of the main street, an apartment sat above one of the taverns, it’s windows, looking out to the port, as well the gallows. Within the home, it would look as though it had cost a lot of coin to obtain, looking as though it was modern, and not like the rest of the town. The sound of water being ran sung out across the small apartment, as Shade stood within the shower, his head looking up at the Shower head, letting the water wash against his face and hair, cleaning the blood off of him. The amethyst hues watching the beads of water being fired down onto him, as a sigh passed his lips. This was becoming rather tedious, this search..This hunt as some would call it. His heart burned...Wanting to see the one that could bring him peace, ever since he had escaped from Seph’s grasps, all he had done was search for her.

The once slender form, that some would say would make Shade a perfect assassin, in which he was trained form. Now, his form had a bit more of an athletic tone to it, scars showed across his upper body, from where he had been almost flayed, stabbed, and other various torture techniques, to get him to speak. Stepping out of the shower, he began to dry himself off, before pulling a pair of black dress pants over his lower form. The towel now rested around his neck, as the shoulder length amethyst hair, mixed wtih the white ash highlights fell against his sand toned skin. A long scar across the bridge of his nose now showing, without the mask hiding it. Shade’s form had changed in the years that had past. Almost to the point, it’d be hard to notice him, unless you knew him on a personal level. This was all to hide, and bolster himself up against his father if the time came. Making his way across the living room, he’d enter his kitchen, before grabbing a bottle of the homemade grog folks had crafted around here. Reaching for a small scotch glass, he’d throw a couple pieces of ice within the container, before returning to the couch in the living room. Pouring the drink, the amethyst orbs drifted down to the table. The glass moved up to his lips, as he relaxed back against the couch, his leg propping up against the other. Every file, of events that was classified, as “RAPTURE” sat out before him. Some of them, seemed too fucking stupid to place under the girl, however there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she would do something like that.

The hunters, had trouble finding her...He was having trouble finding her. Another sip of the alcohol, was passed down his throat, his eyes still studying over the pictures, of the detailed work, that the Goddess’s Order and Seph had done for tracking her down.

They say obsession, is an unhealthy habit...That it can lead one to the their own ruin...For Shade, it was something he must endured, and fight against, no matter how much it hurt him, how much it shattered him. Bringing the cold rim of the glass up to his lips, he took a small drink, his eyes closing, as he sighed a bit. A soft hum passing his lips, the same tone of the song that escaped from the music box, she had stolen from him a memory, that lead him to a place of finally being accepted, of being wanted. His eyes stared down at the picture of Rapture, it was old..It had to of been taken before the time they had last met, a small smile passing his lips as he held his glass up, taking another drink from it, before the humming continued on.

The purpose of humming..Would be to ease his mind, to keep the insanity that the insomnia had brought on him, it helped him keep his mind straight, and from straying off to a panic state, as well, it was to call to her. Picking up one of the papers, he leaned back, his eyes reading over it, as his arm moved to rest on the back of the couch. “Where are you...You annoying bratty child?...I miss you...” Mumbling to his self, he sighed once more. The song continuing, as his eyes studied every single bit of detail that was given, that he had stolen, that he had bought, everything for the purpose, to find the one he adored, the one he leaned on, the one he was wanting to protect...

Even if it meant saving her from the truth...

Materials [Closed]

Sun, 05 Jul 2015 21:49:34 +0000

The Mud Clod (Walk In/Open)

Sat, 27 Jun 2015 22:51:24 +0000

((Allright screw it. I'm kind-of drunk and I'm listening to Cee Lo's Christmas album on loop in June, so here goes. If this breaks a rule let me know. If it's shitty, politely let me know! I've never done forum RP before, so I'll probably be doing something dumb, but here goes))

In every castle, on every space station, on ever shattered planet on the edge of the universe, there are those whose job is to clean up the mess. Janitors, Caretakers, Custodians, Cleaners... whatever their title, they come in after the heroes and villains have had their plot-shattering conflict and clean up the blood, effluvium, shards of fractal hyper-glass, and whatever else may be left as smears, chunks, or occasionally nth dimensional shapes strewn about the battlefield.

These beings need a place to relax, to swap war stories, and to complain about how SuperHeroMan's sonic scream shattered glass for 40 kilometers or how the Supreme Council of Vagueness's magical lifting of the entire city of Northwatch ripped apart the sewer system and spewed crap every-which way.

As long as anyone has known, The Mud Clod has existed. In its own pocket dimension, it has been a tavern between worlds for everyone who has ever had to clean up something that would make the average Earth human cringe or shudder. It is not a dive bar, The Mud Clod despite its name is always spotlessly clean. Unlike every other tavern in the multiverse, the bartender, Zachary, is never seen scrubbing a tankard with a cloth, because the tankards are always pristine.

So pull up a rough wooden chair or a repulsor field, take a drink of something that tastes like lemon cleaner, try to avoid the gaze of the bouncer, or perhaps take a look at the job board and see whether you can top the tales of the veteran tavern goers.

((Multiverse taverns aren't new or unique, I know, but again, drunk Amzam + weird music + a desire to do my first forum RP = you get this, apparently! ))

Traveler [Closed]

Fri, 15 May 2015 03:05:37 +0000

The human infestation (private 1x1)

Wed, 06 May 2015 22:53:56 +0000

Moved from Recolor.me.

Setting style: Arcane Punk

The fae realm is being overrun by the human realm that is slowly leaking in through portals between the world. Modern humans have begun to cross over and influence life in the fantasy lands. There are a lot of creatures who hate the humans and feel they are vermin invading their world, and there are some who welcome the change and find humans to be fascinating. Some to the point of dissecting them.
It is the beginning of the human uprising and the human element in this realm. The beginning of the end? Or something new?

Race: Elf/Human Hybrid
Personality: A head-strong and independent youth. Out-going, but reserved and slow to trust.

Short Bio: In the mighty forests surrounding Citadel City, lives small the clans of Disowned: humans and elves who put their relationships before title and riches, along with their half-breed children.

It was in one of these camps that Vel was born and raised. As a child, he and his peers were taught by the tribal elders, both elf and human alike. Archery had been Vel’s favorite subject, and he was fond of ranging away from the camp as a scout. He had begun the in-depth training of both at 15.
By 20, he was proficient as a marksman and scout. After a few days of internal commiserating, Vel made up his mind: no more tribal life for right now. He had to see what was out there.

Under the cover of first new moon, Velanarix left his home, with nothing but his blanket roll, knapsack, the knife his father had carved out of obsidian and ironwood. And, of course, his bow and a quiver of arrows.

Name: Ari Helmerrick
Race: Dark Fae
Personality: Snotty and cocky most of the time.
Short Bio: Ari is the son of nobility, Duke Helmerrick. He was raised to think of humans as a plague in this realm and nothing more than slaves and knuckle dragging apes. As a dark fae he is prone to staying in the shadows. He has inherited the ability to communicate with shadow dwelling creatures from his father and the ability to see in the dark from his father. He hardly remembers anything about his mother. He only remembers that she was very fair and light haired for dark fae and she sang to him as a child. He has no idea his mother is in fact light fae and why she lost her life when he was small.
Ari is betrothed to another dark fae who he can't stand. He chose the path of a warrior to spite his father and get away from his bride to be.

Name: Giz Forman
Race: Dragon
Personality: Laid back almost to the point of just not caring. Giz also has a temper but one must really push at him to get him to rage.
Short Bio: Giz is a large black dragon but uses magic to hide his true form since dragons are so rare, hunted almost to extinction. He has natural fire magic and a temper to match if pushed. He was once in love with a human from the other realm and took her last name as his own when she passed of old age, as a way to always keep her with him. He is ancient yet still young for a dragon.

[Historical] Do Not Want [1x1 Kat & Blade]

Sat, 25 Apr 2015 08:51:21 +0000

Which, wasn’t to say that he was normally happy; however, the fact of the matter was that he was more unhappy than he generally was. Disgruntled was his general state of affairs, and, his facial expression reflected this lack of interest in all things—distain would be the accurate description normally. However, at the present moment, which has been previously stated, he was entirely uncomfortable.

Women. Everywhere. Naked. Half Naked. Traipsing around in high priced lingerie.

It was as if Jean’s entire list of elicit affairs had bloomed into one building, growing and expanding into so much less clothing than he had ever seen them in prior to coitus. It wasn’t that Elijah was not accustomed to such presentations of deviance; it was that he was so accustomed to the wanton dramatics that came after that he felt nothing more than annoyance at its visual exposition.

It was inevitable for one such as his paramour to become so bored and disinclined with present company that he should prefer it to go away altogether. And, unfortunately, many of the men and woman he preferred did not like being set aside. And thus, without it ever being spoken, it fell to Elijah to displace them from whatever premises they called home at the time.

It’s not that found sex obnoxious; it was all that came with the sticky affair. Feelings, connections, and the disgruntlement from the unrequited love one eventually found oneself in. And Elijah could not say that this was a new habit of human and inhuman nature. He had seen enough of the earthly place to know that it would never go away.

He stood in the lobby, package in hand, waiting with narrowed eyes for someone who was not inebriated to take some notice of him so that he might deliver said package and quit the place entirely. But, he supposed he must look interesting with his long curling locks of platinum, in his ghostly colored skin of nigh albinism, and his black ensemble with tails and too tight white cravat… because, several eyes were trailing in his direction.

Pale rose-hushed lips curled into something hinting a snarl of distain; which, probably wasn’t the best reaction given that he had to deliver said package. But, he had such a feeling of ‘not want’ for this particular atmosphere draped in scarlet and sin that he could not help it. Even his magenta hues, pinked lightly normally, almost appeared to darken.

Paris… nothing more than a cesspool of sin and debauchery.

The Underground..The Eye of Death. 1x1 Blade and Sarki.

Sun, 22 Feb 2015 05:29:07 +0000

"Eight hours ago..Nightsky was imprisoned within a holding cell, constructed of void technology, the Goddess's Knight, Kito Nightsky, was the one who captured him. Our time of peace and fear is now over..." The head of the council members spoke. A sigh of relief now passed the man's lips, his head lowering, his fingers bridging together, as his eyes now read over the report.

From a distant, the Goddess watched, smirking, and giggling to herself, before finally making her exit.

"Target; 0007.
The Nightsky Reaver, Xerosa Sarki "Seph" Nightsky.
Threat Level; Highest among our prisoner's.
Containment level; Void Technology, unbreakable, and binding collar.
Reason for imprisonment; Slaying of the High Gods of the Night Race, leading the revolutionary army against Lady Xeora, and being the right hand man, to Maleanich Vallencourt, or known as his first Eye.
Sentence Time; Life." The words of the warden spoke out to his troops, standing before the containment cell of Seph. His hands gripping onto the clip board, as his gaze onto the man, turned away. "He's to have no food or water brought to him, he'll be placed to death soon, I give it by morrow's wind, if the Lady has anything to do with it." With those words, he left, with a mass part of troops.

"I'm here for the one known as Shade Nightsky, hand him over, and this will be easy?" A woman's voice spoke out, a shadow within the dream he was left in.

Amber hues gazed towards the woman, as he gave a slight shrug. "Sorry, but I'm not handing over my son, to someone who claims to be hunting." His voice called out.

Memories shifted, the dream progressed into different directions....

"Oho! So you've returned to my tavern! Even after you tried to slay me and my child..." The amber eyed man spoke out to the woman.

"I've come to apologize....As well, my sister has been lingering within your tavern for a bit..." The woman replied.

Shifting once more, the clock twitched, standing as though it was freezing.

"I've been gone for a reason.....My dearest...We have a child...A daughter..." The woman spoke out, as she placed a wet rag against the amber eyed man's head.

His body lunged forward, the sound of chains now echoing out in the baron space he was locked away in. Long strands of white ash, with black highlights drifting down into his face. The amber hues piercing darkness, and shallow deep breaths being taken. Sweat rolled down the dark sand toned skin, as his arm tried to push forward, the chain restricting the movement. Before a smirk curled onto the sand toned lips. "Like...hell, I'd be married to some shadow lady, claiming that I have a child with her! Ha! These dreams are really fucked....Maybe, I over did myself." The deep accent spoke out, as he began to survey his surrounding area. A void cell....Hmm..This was something he wasn't expecting.

The man's body was slender, as though it appeared to have no strength at all within it. He stood six foot, and seven inches. Only the black pair of dress pants resting onto his form at the moment. A long scar moved over his right eye, from the lower part of his forehead, to his jawline. Across the bridge of his nose, a small scar was found, but then again, who didn't have scars now and days. Along the left side of his collar bone, moving to his shoulder, and onto his back, to the middle of his shoulder blades, a tribal mark so to say was found. Etched into his skin, runes of the Vallencourt family, til it reached the eye that rested in between his shoulder blades. On the upper part of his right arm, Two X like eyes hung over a sharp tooth grin, this marking showing the nickname some of the criminals in the Underground had given him, as well many of the lower people in the Vallencourt family had given him.

The Broker.

"Well....How to escape..Oh that's right. " Words slipped past his lips, like sand shifting between rocks, as the waves drug the sand towards the ocean. Yanking his arm forward, the chains shattered fragments of the void now floating around him. Amber hues shifted around, as he began to search for any guards, then again..A dome of darkness that only could be seen from the outside wasn't something he was expecting. "Oi..." He muttered, his fingers pushing together as they snapped. The hollowed echo now rolling through the dome.

A small puppet appeared, before it's hollowed eyes gazed towards its master. "So you got caught...Mm...Lord Seph?" A voice spoke out, the female's voice sighing afterwards. The puppet's hands now smacking together, as a small rift appeared beneath the two of them.

"Oi, shut up...Get me out of here before I miss the meeting..Plus, this is going to cause a lot of Havoc and chaos. Meaning more money on my head! Meaning more blood! Mooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee bloood, to paint the streets with." Excitement rung in his voice, as the other chain now snapped. Afterwards, he leaped into the rift, the puppet following with him.

This event..Took place three weeks ago. Gods across realms, panicking, from the Godslayer escaping from the cell that was promised to keep him contained. Many of the council members, and demi-gods of the Night race, have been sent out to speak to opposing gods, and demi-gods, asking for their help in capture of Seph. A crisis the Night race cannot afford having at the moment.

As well, within the realms that The Vallencourt family has terrorized, the price of Seph and The Leader of the Family has raised. From actions that happened a few days after the breakout.

To Current Day.

Some hot wild sex scene..Within his dreams.
"Now we are bonded together, the Trygon tradition and ritual is now complete." The woman spoke out.

"So, that was a bonding ritual? Huh...I thought those things, was getting dressed fancy, going before a bunch of a people who praise and yell, and some holy wanna be, and giving each other rings. This is better I suppose." The amber eyed man spoke out.

Stiffling a yawn from the sand toned lips, his arms stretched high above his head. The sound of a few bracelets clanking together, as he rolled out of his bed. Grabbing onto the dark purple dress shirt, he begun to button it up, before adding the tie around his neck, tying it. "Mmm...It's been slow..None of the other Eyes have needed information..Nor have any bounty hunters came to ask for knowledge.." Muttering, he grabbed onto the black coat throwing it over his form. At the hip line of the coat, scrolls were found locked onto it's side, as the autumn leafs danced across the bottom, in a dark orange color, embedded as a design into the leather. Grabbing a pair of glasses, and pushing them up the bridge of his nose, he begun to make his way downstairs, to the make part of The Underground.

The large bazaar standing out with the normal drunks who lingered about it's spaces, the normal bar tender, and dancers. Shifting into his normal booth, his feet moved up onto the table. A yawn once again passing his lips, his hair still sticking up wildy from the night's rest before. "I tell you what..These dreams are weird as all hell...It's like, I'm living someone's life. Granted, that seems like an amazing time. But bonding with someone...Ugh.." He muttered to himself, his arms crossing against his chest.

The Town, known as The Desert's Sorrow. The location of Seph's broker business, and information hub for bounty hunters, and mercenaries. The Underground, owned by The Broker himself. It's lavished beds, filled with sin. It's rooms filled with murder, various acts of prostitution, weapons dealing, and drug dealing. Well, sometimes the trade of various legendary artifacts, and horrific science experiments.

This was home.

This was the end of the story for some..
And the start to other stories.
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