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Anna chapter 6 The tale of something new

Anna was anxious as she came off her horse. All the people in the tribe it seemed were coming to greet her. Curious expressions stared at her as she held her composer.One of the young women approached her studying Anna before executing a slap. Before Anna could retaliate all of the other women joined in.Anna curled up on the ground while the women were still beating her .She did not scream or plead for mercy her pride would not allow such a thing.But she did not have to endure it for long. For Tokalah yelled for the women to stop in the native Sioux language.Fortunately the women stopped long enough for Tokalah to get to Anna. Pulling her up her looked at the women who initiated the attack but said nothing.Anna arms and legs would be covered with bruises from the beating but other wise nothing to serious.Luta came closer to Anna. He whispered to Anna"Its the way they are testing you to see if you are strong" he explained. Hell of a way she thought. But she lifted her head hoping they would know she was unaffected by the incodent."What next she "asked Luta. Luta cleared his throat" You will work for Tokalah" he replied. Anna had a sense of uneasiness as she looked at Tokalah who was right beside her. All she could say if he tried any thing he was dead meat.



Anna was lead to what she guessed was Tokalah"s teppe. He stopped outside motioning for her to go in. Anna ducked into the teppe where a kind hearted women sat.Anna did not hear Tokalah enter,but she saw his shadow walk off to another place.The woman smiled at Anna "My name is little wing "she said. standing.up she started touching Anna's dress where the cuts and holes were. Anna decided that Little wing seemed kind enough so she smile at her"My name is Anna" she introduced herself.

A serious thing

I had a thought that if I made a book with all of my poems would you buy them?

Taking flight

I didnt sleep
I was to anxious
I crept out
Without anyone noticing
Leaving a note
Saying
Im leaving
This rush is making my heart beat so fast
For all to hear
Sitting here on this train
I constantly sigh
Waiting to know
If you will come for me
If you dont
Then this is better
For the both of us
The train is about to leave
And there is no sign of you
My leg will not keep still
My nerves are shot
As I anxiously look for you
Your not there
The train starts
And a tear escapes
Cascading down my face
More will follow Im sure.
But out of the corner of my eye
I see you running
Torwards me
My heart is light as
I abandon my seat
Rushing to meet you
We meet with a strong embrace
He said I cant let you go
Before pulling me into a gentle kiss
You saved me from leaving
A choice
I did not really want to make
But know my heart is taking flight
With this love you give me.
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Today in the Forest


Having fun casting pelts! Riza's the fawn with the peacock pelt.
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Necro- A.R.C.H.E.L.I.U.S. -mancer


Image by Scythe. <3

Archelius may be joining the rut in a between status. May alternate between being a competitor and a non-involved participant. Has not jumped in just yet.


Updates:
CURRENTLY: Out of Forest.


Thoughts: Maybe I need to lay off the incense.
Saying: Whew.
Recently: Spent the day alternately finding ingredients for incense, meditating, and at one point using incense to enter a trance state as part of meditation. Spent some time communicating with ghosts near the pond after meditating, and overall ignoring the entire fact that the rut began and that he did promise his father to actually TRY to get involved this time. This is just not his area of interest. Mild headache lingering from slightly old ingredients being used in the incense, though his energy level has been spiked above normal. Now somewhat fidgety.

Fog rolls in, spirits and ghosts get active. Cue predatory instincts and necromancy boost. May be mildly distracted by ghosts, especially after having spent a few days hopped up on incense. Wandered around the forest a while, before happening upon a group of does cuddling in different nearby groups. Kairi and Arien were in the same area, though Arien was asleep. Stuck around the group a while, and noticed a ram-horned stag in the fog a short ways off. Approached him mildly and attempted to find some spellspam trees to mess with him. Since no hostility was shown beyond the other's mooing, kept his behavior reasonable. Distracted by a ghost afterwards. Returned to the doe group for a while longer before starting to wander off. Just as he was leaving, Arien woke up and caught up with him. Cue SIBLING TIME.

Romped about with Arien for gods know how long. Even got into laughter-spam and momentarily adopted a fawn into the fun. Lost the fawn. Probably would be a terrible father. B|
Eventually passed out watching a herd with Arien. At least that twitchiness is worn off.





Name: Archelius
Name Origin: Greek

Title: The Necromancer
Breed: Demon Irish Elk
Size: 15+4
Age: Irrelivent - Appears to be a young adult, though it's easy to assume some combination of magic and genes have given him a very slow aging process. Much older than he appears.
Theme: Wheel in the Sky - Journey
Font: Brown text
Picto: Driftwood

Set:
Day Set/Undercover Set - Golden Pelt, Zombie Antlers, Skull or Realdeer Mask.
Night Set/Necromancer Set - DotD Pelt, Zombie/Fan Antlers, Skull or Realdeer Mask.

Scents: Day Set - Crisp, like fallen leaves and cedar. Necromancer set - Burning cedar and night air.

S.O.: Heterosexual
R.O.: Aromantic

Crush: None
Mate: None
Offspring: None

Family:
Adrastos - Little Brother
Laoise - Little Sister
Laghodessa - Mother
Darkweaver - Father
Loki - Half-Brother
Pathweaver - Uncle
Cydae - Adoptive Sister
Cearul - Brother
Arien - Sister
Idaine - Sister

Birthplace: Athens, Greece.





Relations

Kaoori - Befriended
Takeshi - Friend/Sparring partner
Wesker - Neutral
Bastilion - Met
Amary - Met
The Priest - Misses.
Saosin - Met
Melanoe - Met
Quadraptor - Encountered.
Esll - Encountered.
Ryuu - Friend
Kun - Met in Rut.
Levi - Met.
Balthamos - Met in rut.
Illrose - Met.
Toukan - Met.
Hana - Met.

Personality:

Cunning
Dominant
Bold
Aggressive
Family-Orientated
Stubborn
Unbending
Observant
Patient
Logical
Intellegent
Educated
Wise
Millitant
Spiritual
Blunt
Vengeful
Charasmatic
Polite-ish
Stiff-Tounged
Calculative
Deceptive
Stoic
Quiet
Two-Faced

Fighter's Chart



Attack: llllllllllllllllllll Defense: llllllllll]llllllllll Stamina: llllllllllllllllllll

Speed: llllllllllllllllllll Dodge: llllllllllllllllllll Pain Tolerance: llllllllllllllll]llll

Technique: llllllllllllllllllll Will: llllllllllllllllllll Experience: llllllllllllllllllll



Likes/Dislikes
+Blueberries
+The Pond
+The Ruins
+The birch forest
+The first forest
+Night
+Meat
+Sunspots
+Ghosts
+Quiet
+Sparring
+Fighting
+Dominance
+Meditation
+Does
-Submitting
-Defeat
-Confusion
-Chaos
-Distraction
-Random face-moo's
-Subordinance
-The Devout Pelt
-The Twin Gods statues

Eyes:

Like his father, each eye sees the world around him in a different manner, and can function seperate from the rest. His backmost eyes see the world in a normal spectrum, though one sees black and white while the other sees color. His lower right eye sees heat, much like a snake, and the lower left sees both energy and infared light, much like a shark or jellyfish sense electrical impuses (electroreception). His middle right eye sees ghosts and spirits, regardless of whether the spirit has given up on contacting the living. His middle left eye sees auras within living creatures.

Abilities:

Beyond being able to see ghosts, even the ones who have given up contacting the living, he is able to communicate and control them at will, and can kill the spirits and ghosts as if they were alive so they are forced to 'move on'. He can call on the dead to manipulate his appearance or supply spells; Necromancy.



Artistic Appearance:

In his "day" pelt, he appears to be a normal Irish Elk. His fur is bright golden, with swirls of softer yellow oddly patterend to look like fragmented skelletal markings. He has a realistic deer face under his skull "mask", which is perfectly intact and hides his extra sets of eyes. The two visible eyes appear to be a soft blue color. His antlers appear to suck in sunlight and have an on and off illusion of glowing or letting off black smoke. His body is large and muscular, with a thick neck and heavy fur. His tail is abnormally long, and resembles Darkweaver's, albet furrier and healthier looking. He retains perfect shark-like teeth in an otherwise normal deer's mouth. He appears to be under his prime, and quite young and energetic. This is an added bonus to his disguise of sort, as it masks a lot of details about his bloodline.

In his "Night"/"Necromancer"/"Real" pelt, he has a simple skellington pelt, lacking any markings beside the black and white. His antlers seem to radiate darkness, and possably has dark spirits clinging to them. His skull mask becomes cracked along the sides, letting all six of his eyes see threw. His mouth becomes more dragon-like and opens much further, though the teeth remain shark-like. His fur remains thick and healthy looking, and under his fur it's clear he has muscle to spare. His long tail becomes more ragged looking and far longer. His eyes are all solid crimson. He appears much older, though still very strong and healthy.

After giving Spill's Soul to Osias, as well as the two other souls his family provided to revive the deceased members of his family, Arch has lost a strong fraction of his necromancer power. This is because the spirits that once housed within his antlers are now in living bodies, and are no longer an extention of himself. Until he finds new spirits to manipulate and carry within himself in some manner, he is stuck perpetually in his Necromancer form albet with less abilities. Can not disguise himself, thus is clear to everyone who sees him who he really is.



(Picture by Trinket. THANK YOU <3333333)

Behaviour:

In his "Day" set, he will behave as a younger stag, to match the appearance. While in this set, he will restrain himself immencely in spars and fights, and avoid use of his necromancy. He will stop fighting when he 'logically' should be tired out, if he were a regular deer. He will be generally sedate and approachable, though always on the alert. He will appear to be propetually calm to the point of emotionless, even when anger would be perfectly reasonable. He may be inticed to play with others and engage in sillier behaviours, or multiple friendly spars. In communication, he will come across as somewhat passive and easygoing, not interested in any form of aggression beyong spars. He also will demonstrate a high level of knowledge from what he's learned on many travels. He may even be seen trying to break up fights by standing between combatants. He will behave like a follower, simply going along with whatever someone else is doing, dispite the reality of being more of a leader inwardly. Appears to be a good actor, and maintains an honest demenor. He will show a bit of distaste in wearing the devout pelt, but may instigate 'devout tag' to hide his hate for it.

In his "Necromancer" forme, he will show his true nature - Dominant, Aggressive, and Vengeful. Easilly pushed into anger. He will not back down from battles and will use his real strengh, but only on those who have offended his bloodline or him directly. He may become unreasonable and attack devout pelted deer without question. May use the spirits of his brother and sister to help against abnormally powerful enemies. Being both highly experienced and intellegent, he does know when to drop a fight and make his leave. Will not play or act silly in any way except if he runs into a friend, and will only act silly to hide his dark nature. Will not attack or offend those he's befriended in his "Day" appearance, and in fact may try to avoid them seeing him. He may come across as something of a ninja, and is excellant at hiding. If necessary he may even use spirits to camoflage himself or literally transport himself in and out of locations. He has no signs of nieveity or passivism, and will take an immediate leader role when nessessary.


Practices: His travels outside the forest and constant seeking for a god to believe in has led him to be knowledgable on many religions. He himself will occasionally behave as though he takes to heart Hindu or Vudu beliefs and practices. In other instances, he may appear to instead take on buddhist thinking, but only in his day set. Dispite all of this, he is essentially impossible to pin down to one specific line of faiths or beliefs, especially in his true forme, where he seems more of a mix of Vudu and Aztec in practices. He may sometimes consume certain mushrooms and other fungi to enter trance states, following in line with indiginous beliefs as well. Alternately he may collect items to aid in darker magics.


Art:
By Trinket
Quick Day-Anatomy Doodle
Meeting Takeshi (OLD)

Cameo/Story Appearances:
One Last Battle

Love gives me wings

Love gives me wings
That let me explore
A variety of feelings
Firstly taking flight
A couple inches above the ground
Exploring my abilities
Then soaring high
And fast in the sky
Following the direction
My heart takes me in
Like the begginng
Of a piano song
Slowly starting off
With a sweet genltle melody
Getting a feeling for the tune
Then slowly but surely speeding up
It plays the melody
Of which the hands command
But surely there is an end to ever song
To rest and recuperate
For the next duet
As my wings
That are fulled with love
Must bring me back down
To rest.

A question

I am honestly curious how many people actually read my writing and dont comment?




(sorry mick )
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Free crapsketches, ahoy. [Closed Again]

Sparked by Kaoori's blog. Shamelessly.

I'm rather deep in a rut as well. Maybe this could help. Two slots, and two slots only.
Don't expect anything great. They'll probably end up as headshots.

[1] MrsMorbid
[2] Freyja

I reserve the right to decline your request if your deer gives me *that* much trouble.

[Kaoori]
[Saruwatari]
[Wesker]
[Iaurdagnire]
[Imp]



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