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Oct 11, 2012 03:22AM

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- we can do some fantasy thing (dragons, castles, etc.)
- historical thing (pick a period)
- supernatural (mermaids, faeries, vampires, etc.)
- based on a book (dunno what though)
- modern life (though it's tough to come up with interesting plotlines for this one.)

Historical and paranormal. I like this one. But let's think of some plot line before we start anything or it might get boring.


How about:
- Regency/Victorian era
- Elizabethean era
- Greek/Roman era
- Erm, that's all the eras I've got, sorry
Supernatural creatures:
- We can be part of the creatures, being hunted down by humans.
- We can be the hunters of dark creatures.
- We can be hunted down by the creatures.
As for destiny:
- We can have a limited amount of time to get *insert object/person* to the *insert place* before the next full moon/summer solstice/equinox/etc.
- We are destined to overthrow some tyrannical King
That's all I have for now.

All my ideas are above, sorry so I'm counting on you for something.

Let's make characters then. So what do we do? Boy-boy, girl-boy or two girls? I mean, character wise, not relationship wise of course.


Okay, I like the motive. My guy will be mercenary like; cynical and doesn't think all this action relates to him. He doesn't want to help but does in the end (kind of like Casablanca if you've seen it).

Oh yeah *sheepish smile* I tend to over think. Okay. Let's make our characters!

Phillip lounged up in a pine tree branch, reclining against the enormous trunk and watching the sun creep up over the forest horizon. It was alive with clicking and squawking, the animals arising for another day.
The golden rays shone on his pale and cold skin. He could hardly feel the warmth. Strapped on his back was his quiver of arrows and his bow was in his other hand. He felt the ridges of the grip, the worn wood and the carvings he had etched in himself. They were protection marks, superstitious runes running up and down the bow.
His enjoyment of the pearly morning light deteriorated quickly as he didn't feel its warmth or heat. Twitching his mouth annoyedly to the side, he stood quickly, his balance perfect. Quick as a flash, he slipped off his branch and landed on others as he descended.
Pine needles crunched under his boots as he touched the ground. Glancing around quickly, he stalked through the woods, headed nowhere.["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>

Phillip listened to the cacophony of sounds that had erupted with the sunrise. Sky larks called from above and tiny song birds tweeted below. There was an eerie silence to the woods, an echoing of time almost that rebounded off the trees and swayed in the breeze. This feeling of eternity lifted his mood the slightest bit as he kept walking.
His mind roamed over subjects, never settling down on anything particular as anything new or exciting quickly replaced the last topic he pondered about. It was this distracted nature that didn't allow him to sense that another person was near. His fae abilities should have told him, if he was focusing.

Phillip continued onwards, looking at the grounds in his thoughts. The pine needles that covered the forest floor showed signs of another person's passing, Lily's actually, and so he paused, peering over the footsteps carefully. His eyes trailed it to the set of trees where Lily hid.
He remained very still, deciding what to do. His grip on his bow tightened and his fingers twitched to notch an arrow. Instead, he did something that even surprised himself.
"Who's there?" he called.









((Now I gotta sleep. Night!))

"Ah. Purpose." his tone was no longer light or disinterested. "May I inquire why the King has your brother?"

"I heard he's cracking down on us...undesirable mongrels if I'm to quote the latest papers. You'll find that this forest is the most peaceful of all the places you plan on visiting." he sighed, reaching up and shaking the branch just above his head.













The Rottweiler paused his barking to look in the direction of the noise.
Phillip shook his branche and its leaves, making it sound as if there was a creature up above. He then whistled one of the common bird calls he had heard several times.
The Rottweiler was curious but hesitant to leave Lily's tree.
Phillip whistled out to him again and dropped a branch.
The dog's attention was caught and he sprinted over to investigate the fallen object. Phillip signalled Lily to move out, to jump onto another tree, to do anything.

'Where did she go?' he was looking for Lily, but then realised it was the main road he had promised to her her to. He didn't have to follow her anymore.
But he wanted to.
He stood tall and tried to find her.

Was he going back into the forest, where he could languidly pass blissful days, ignorant of the world around him or was he going to follow her and be a part of something bigger?
He mumbled a curse to himself before tightening the straps on his quiver and belt and dashing silently after her.



