10-08-2018, 11:03 AM
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Ghosts were an often seen sight within the Realm. The odd magical properties of the lands made spirits who did not belong there... well, it made them stay. Perhaps because it was their only home, and they did not want to be anywhere else. And at first, the ghost that Runicflare saw-- well, she swore, that it was her mother. Dearest mother, who once lead the group. Runicflare was so, so lost with leading the group. Her mixmatched gaze widened, taking the wolfish, white and smoky form of her mother. She could help, right? That why Mother was here! To help, to help. Because she knew Runicflare couldn't handle this job alone. A relieved look swept across the direwolf's features, her gaze softening, her body releasing some tension. She howls a tad, a bit happy. "Mother!" She calls, wagging her tail behind her and barking, as if she were a mere pup.
The ghost turns back to her, its eyes narrowed. Runicflare stumbles back. This wasn't her mother! No, it looked way too mean. The young wolf's eyes widened once more, and her ears flattened as it cackled. The form of the ghost moves quickly towards the frozen wolf, smirking, and making joyous remarks that ring in the Ancient's ears. "Ah, uh... twi..." Is the most the frightened teenager is able to get out, staring at the vengeful spirit that loomed in front of you. "Just... w-who... tw-twi... are you?" She visibly gulps as the smoky form smirks. "Why, you blasphemous mage, witch-- Pagan, I am a spirit of those who cast you and the rest of your hateful kind into this forest." It growls, its face turning angry, with eyes narrowed, an aggressive stance. The voice of the spirit holds rage, holds fury. "And you should've never tried to communicate with the outside world. We're better off without your kind!" The spirit leaps before Runicflare could get a word out, tackling her to the ground, against the edge of a tree.
More and more spirits appeared from the shadows, from the darkness the wolf called home, smoky spirits of all kinds. She heard their words echo and ring out, and it felt like the whole world could hear them. How many were there? Twenty? Thirty? "Never should have left-- never should have left. You are unholy, you deserve banishment. We'll teach that lesson to you again. We'll teach that lesson to you again." And now, she was outnumbered as the spirits ganged up on her, biting, trying to trample her, clawing -- yet, they all left no marks. They simply left the pain. She scrambles, trying to get them off of her, but with so many, it was no use. She needed back up. Despite her yelping, the pain that burns and sears through her body, she manages to call out, "Help me, please!"
//Hey guys!! So what's happened is that a bunch of spirits that hated the mages have come out of Tanglewood's crater, and there are some that are also harmless or some that want to help, but we're kicking off the October event!
The ghost turns back to her, its eyes narrowed. Runicflare stumbles back. This wasn't her mother! No, it looked way too mean. The young wolf's eyes widened once more, and her ears flattened as it cackled. The form of the ghost moves quickly towards the frozen wolf, smirking, and making joyous remarks that ring in the Ancient's ears. "Ah, uh... twi..." Is the most the frightened teenager is able to get out, staring at the vengeful spirit that loomed in front of you. "Just... w-who... tw-twi... are you?" She visibly gulps as the smoky form smirks. "Why, you blasphemous mage, witch-- Pagan, I am a spirit of those who cast you and the rest of your hateful kind into this forest." It growls, its face turning angry, with eyes narrowed, an aggressive stance. The voice of the spirit holds rage, holds fury. "And you should've never tried to communicate with the outside world. We're better off without your kind!" The spirit leaps before Runicflare could get a word out, tackling her to the ground, against the edge of a tree.
More and more spirits appeared from the shadows, from the darkness the wolf called home, smoky spirits of all kinds. She heard their words echo and ring out, and it felt like the whole world could hear them. How many were there? Twenty? Thirty? "Never should have left-- never should have left. You are unholy, you deserve banishment. We'll teach that lesson to you again. We'll teach that lesson to you again." And now, she was outnumbered as the spirits ganged up on her, biting, trying to trample her, clawing -- yet, they all left no marks. They simply left the pain. She scrambles, trying to get them off of her, but with so many, it was no use. She needed back up. Despite her yelping, the pain that burns and sears through her body, she manages to call out, "Help me, please!"
//Hey guys!! So what's happened is that a bunch of spirits that hated the mages have come out of Tanglewood's crater, and there are some that are also harmless or some that want to help, but we're kicking off the October event!