08-24-2019, 09:36 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]She had been nothing for such a long time: a golden-eyed girl who dealt in death, paws stained with the blood of the lives she had taken in the name of righteousness. Some called her a reaper, but she preferred to be called a gatekeeper. She did not usher life from one realm to the next, merely judged it. It was what she had done for as long as she could remember, and what she would continue to do until her own life expired and she faced judgement herself. It was a divine occupation, and she would not deny that some sort of divinity coursed through her veins, but her existence was shrouded in a self-inflicted darkness and she longed for something different. Something new.
She wanted to be more than a handmaiden of death. She wanted to have a name. She wanted to have an identity. "Etherealgate." She was a being of few words and the name felt hard on her tongue. She frowned contemplatively, whispering it again to herself. Black wings unfurled impatiently and she stepped forward, suddenly aware of soft wood underfoot. She had let her instincts be her guide and it appeared that they had led her to some type of railroad. All around her, spirits whispered, pleas and distant laments filling her ears. She ignored them, more fascinated by this strange location that differed so greatly from the haunted forest she had once made her home. Would this place – with it's salty air and harsh sunlight – serve as a better home to her? Would it finally be the place she discovered herself? She could not say for certain, but her curiosity was too great to turn away.
"Hello?" Her voice came out in a croak, hoarse from disuse. It was obvious that others lived here, but where? Would they greet her with open arms or hostility? And if it were the latter, would this be her judgement day? "I wish to live in this place."
(aha ha ha i have not rped in so long this is Bad forgive me)
She wanted to be more than a handmaiden of death. She wanted to have a name. She wanted to have an identity. "Etherealgate." She was a being of few words and the name felt hard on her tongue. She frowned contemplatively, whispering it again to herself. Black wings unfurled impatiently and she stepped forward, suddenly aware of soft wood underfoot. She had let her instincts be her guide and it appeared that they had led her to some type of railroad. All around her, spirits whispered, pleas and distant laments filling her ears. She ignored them, more fascinated by this strange location that differed so greatly from the haunted forest she had once made her home. Would this place – with it's salty air and harsh sunlight – serve as a better home to her? Would it finally be the place she discovered herself? She could not say for certain, but her curiosity was too great to turn away.
"Hello?" Her voice came out in a croak, hoarse from disuse. It was obvious that others lived here, but where? Would they greet her with open arms or hostility? And if it were the latter, would this be her judgement day? "I wish to live in this place."
(aha ha ha i have not rped in so long this is Bad forgive me)