[[With a sickeningly sweet giggle echoes throughout the woods, a sorceress appears in a flash of purple light.

Time to scout out the little darlings~!]]

OOC: This is your chance to get to know the sorceress and for her to learn more about the people she's kidnapping. Nothing big happening here, but might want to tag, anyway!

[ Fakir is backed up against a tree, knees pulled up in front of him and head facing downward, his expression shadowed over by his dark hair. He seems to be fighting down convulsions in his body and dry heaving.

He wasn't sure what had happened, but he figured it had to be that damn sorceress's doing. She must have discovered that he carefully ( Read more... )

[[The vampire sits on the railing of the bridge over the lake, her pale toes dipping into the calm pond in the early morning, the sun peaking just over the horizon. The ripples grow and she watches them calmly, eyes blank ( Read more... )

[The castle remains quiet in the night, save for any noises made by its occupants. The residents have long turned in for the night. It seems to be the bridge between two regular days for this strange palace ( Read more... )

[[...For once, Lilie seems oddly troubled ( Read more... )

[[In the very early morning, it's still rather misty and cool, and the grass is dewy and the air is moist.

The vampire, dressed in her small nightie with her robe over it, sits on the bench in the gardens before the fountain. She's sewing something absently, but she doesn't seem to be paying much attention. Nor does she really care that she ( Read more... )

[[Somewhere near the border of the woods, someone sleeps.

A dark-haired young woman is lying underneath a cool and shady tree, curled into a loose fetal position. She appears in her mid-twenties, though maybe a little younger, since she’s made haggard with dust and dirt and who-knows-what else. The only thing she’s wearing is a grey-blue t-shirt ( Read more... )

[[Ross is killing words.

He drags the pen through the paper, crossing out each and every sentence he'd just written.  They may seem random, almost deranged, but look closer.]]

hands hands hands they cut she was dead I knew no power weak pathetic hat how could I know hands DALE standing over her dead dead I have no hands on their perch, locked inside ( Read more... )

[ Midnight has passed and the moon hangs in the sky, partially obscured by a few drifting gray clouds.

A loud howl erupts through the darkness in the area of the forest - not an angry sound, but seemingly echoing as though the creature emitting it were in pain. ]

[ ooc: Scruffy has transformed. Because he's been avoiding the moon for too long and the ( Read more... )

[ The werewolf is back to his little secluded area in the woods again, slouched and snoozing away against a large oak tree with his new fedora pulled down over his ears and eyes.

He hasn't yet noticed his body has changed a bit... ]

[ ooc: Have a 23-year old Scruffy, who is currently sleeping. I debated puppy-izing him, but I'm shrinking two others, ( Read more... )