I am deciding to start a new rp' since the rest seem dead and um- the only active thing in this thread seems to be the training room. I am not too good with 'openings' and whatnot- but here I go!
Machines are dead, Creatures roam, and there is no law. There are only two things to do: Run or Fight. Everyone chooses their own path, but if you're not good at either, too bad for you...
Jewel approached the fencing of what seemed to be an old cemetery. This intrigued her and for fear of being chased by those things some more-She jumped over the black spiked topped fence and landed in a swift move with her knees bent. She got up and her waist length black-red tipped hair slid across her back and chest. She looked out at all the grave stones with light brown eyes and thought to herself “Maybe, If I just lay down-they won’t find me. I’m so exhausted…” She ran across the open land quickly and lightly on her feet, the red tassels on each side of her black pants swayed and moved quickly as she ran. As she ran her combat boots collided with the hardened earth which made such a noise-as if someone was walking down a hallway by themselves or a cat walking across the ground and no one is around except for just you to hear it. If someone had exceptional hearing they might have heard her, but otherwise it was just her hearing her feet run quickly across the ground.
Seeing a massive gravestone she slid across the ground kicking up some of the dirt and dead grass and ran behind it. She placed her back against it firmly and let out a sigh of relief. “I can’t run much longer.” She said to herself whispering holding on to the sword hilt, ready to defend herself at any given moment. Her eyes darted from side to side and occasionally looked up, I believe I’m alone. I didn’t see anyone around when I came over this way. Her legs were curled up to her chest with her sword belt to the side at somewhat an awkward angle but she could still work with it in such a way.
She could sense from a distance back that a negative energy had followed her into the cemetery. These creatures-These things that were fallowing her where only pawns of a bigger evil and a bigger enemy. The creatures almost looked like mutated werewolves; they stood on their hind legs and had a massive body for a ‘dog’. They had razor sharp teeth and claws like knives. The massive body they had was mostly made of muscle mass and was about as hard as steel. These qualities about them made them formidable opponents. Oh-yes, there wasn’t just one of these creatures trying to hunt her down. There were six of these things trying to hunt her down and ultimately kill her.
These creatures searched the area intently some with their noses to the grounds and headstones, Others just looking around the area quickly as if they were told to do so. Some of them growled as they continued to fail to find her. “Find her now!” Barked an order from what seemed to be the ‘head of the pack’. The others seemed to speed up their search after the order was given.
“I won’t be able to hide for much longer. Unfortunately, these aren’t stupid mutts I’m dealing with.” She spoke to herself quietly. She heard a loud howl coming from not that far a distance from her-they had found her light tracks in the ground, “s**t!” She said to herself softly, here starts another war.
The Nethergate's Oathbound
RP, Chatterbox ,Misc.
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