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MAGICAL CREATURES RP!!!!
MAGICAL CREATURES RP!!!!
Okay! The problem for this RP is that you're completely harmless magical creatures, but there are people-- slayers, we call them-- who are out to kill us!
There are three options that you can be: a magical creature, a slayer, or a magical creatures rights protector.
Magical Creature: You can be good or evil. Any magical creature you want. We can have powers, but only a bit outside of average. You do speak Human.
Slayer: Pretty straightforward. You're just hunting the magical creatures. That's it.
Magical Creatures Rights Protector: Basically, someone that isn't a magical creature that wants to protect their rights. This means anyone, including steriotypical princesses, knights, royalty in general, normal peasants, even other animals!
Okay!
Name: Raylona
Group: Magical creature
Race: Griffin
Age: young tweens
Appearance: Griffin style-- eagle head and wings, lion body. Slightly smaller than average. Grey eyes.
Personality: hm. Defensive, straightforward, but patient. A little bit of a temper, a little-higher-than-average smart.
Any special power: Her size gives her more speed and more stealth.
submitted by St.Owl, age 10
(February 25, 2015 - 7:40 pm)
(February 25, 2015 - 7:40 pm)
I'll be Astriiica's father.
And, idea, can the baby gryffin be Raylona's little brother/sister?
Name: Ishmael Fythe (don't judge.)
Group: Slayer
Race: human
Age: eeeh, young 30's, I suppose...
Appearance: Steel gray eyes, tall, muscular. Short jagged black hair and a hat. Usually wears a uniform and a sword. If not, farmer's clothes and an axe.
Personality: blunt, rude, to the point. Ferocious.
Any Special Power: very well trained in weapons, but none.
We need slayers and Magical Creatures Rights Protectors (the abbreviation of which is MCRP)
(March 8, 2015 - 1:30 pm)
Opps, I didn't see this post. Do you think you could be Astriika's uncle instead? I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but if you're her dad it's harder to RP her because I need her dad to be popping into Astriika's life and doing specific things.
(March 12, 2015 - 9:51 am)
This is getting a little too low for comfort...
*SETS OFF FIREWORKS*
TOOOP!!!
Fruity says piec. Pie?! Where?
(March 9, 2015 - 10:51 am)
Laura-
I hiss in annoyance. " I WANT WAR!!" I yell. Several others cheer around in the circle. I smile and the two arguing people look at me. "What?" I ask. "War is the only way to solve this. Kill all the slayers. Seems simple."
" Simple? SIMPLE?!?" one of them yells at me.
" YUP!!" I yell back
" STOP IT!!" someone in the crowd yells. "We are being attacked!!"
I fly up and Emerald Fire streams out of my jaws.
(March 9, 2015 - 5:07 pm)
Ishmael~
I dodge the emerald flames and run towards the creatures. The hybrid, to be exact.
The hybrid and I clash, the hybrid poofing into flames and disappearing once in a while, but I always chase it down.
I need the feathers, I think.
Then I see something better-- a winged basilisk! I charge, eyes closed, but when I stab, it doesn't feel like scales.
I look down to see a tiny gryffin with my sword plunged into its leg.
The feathers are worth a lot, I think, and raise my sword to make the kill--
And a large and heavy object knocks into me, throwing me onto the ground.
(March 9, 2015 - 5:58 pm)
~Sirili~
I notice the Slayers on the ground, attacking like crazy. Raylona is stabbed! I hiss, and tuck in my wings to dive. I slam into the Slayer attacking Raylona and wrap my body tightly around him. I hiss again. I realized that he is Ishmael Fythe. I prepare to kill him with a look, but the I remember-- he has a daughter. I've seen her a few times but don't know her name. And I have made a vow never to permanently deprive a child of their parent. So instead, I petrify him. He turns to stone, I release his statue and he falls with a crunch onto the ground. He can be cured with mandrake, but it will take a while. Anywhat, it'll give us time. Lots of time.
(March 9, 2015 - 8:33 pm)
Kitera~
I sadly look at the man. He's stone. I poke him with my horn.
"Trying to give him eternal happiness? Why do you like everyone?" mocks Sirili. I back away, my legs shivering.
"I-I am so-orry. I should be more considerate to creatures above my sta-tus. He-e could have ki-i-lled me," I stutter. Sirili chuckles. I whimper.
(March 10, 2015 - 9:53 am)
Laura-
I land. Around 20 slayers charge me. I roar an they stop in there tracks. I open my jaws and Emrald fire erupts, but magical wards protect them. I hiss and annoyance. Suddenly, a slayer runs up my tail and back. On top in my head he ties a red hot, burning, rope around my muzzle. I want to roar in pain but instead my eyes widen. I frail around, throwing my head around. He/she plunges something into my neck and every thing goes black.
~~~~~ Cages Of The Captured~~~~~~ ( can we call the place captured things go?)
I wake up and try to open mouth but it's still bound. I try to move my tail but it's numb. I glance behing me. I want to wail. THEY CUT OFF MY SPIKES!! They're all gone! Neck tail head.... gods help me!! "We kill the dragon at sunset," a slayer says to another. Helpless.. I hope someone can come to my rescue! I can't move, can't roar, can't impale with my beautiful ivory spikes!! A slayer walks over and I cuss in my mind. A dragon spike dagger is in his hand. MY TAIL SPIKE!! He wears a spike on a necklace too.... I look back at my spikes wait no.... The stumps glow lime green and they grow into spikes in satisfaction. I hear the scream of slayers an a familiar face rounds the corner...
(March 10, 2015 - 5:22 pm)
~ Astriika ~
I follow my father to the Cages, rolling my eyes slightly and wondering what supposedly "magical" creature he's captured. Last time it was a horse with pointy ears, I remember, sighing. With a proud flourish, he shows me to a huge cage. Inside it is . . . an emerald dragon. It has eyes the color of tender spring leaves (though these eyes seem hardly tender, glinting with the hard edge of hatred and anger). She has scales emerald in color, and rows of ivory spikes grow down her spine and tail. She scratches at the straw in her cage distastefully, and her powerful green wings twitch. I turn to my father. "The poor dragon-" He cuts me off, not listening. "Tomorrow, Astriika, you will have the honor of killing this dragon." He spits the word dragon as if it were a sour plum-pit. "Examine it carefully. See its weaknesses. If you kill this dragon, you will truly be one of the Fythe Clan. If not . . . " He shakes his head. Hearing my father's words, the dragon breathes a great spurt of fire, which singes my hair. I glare at it. "Maybe not such a poor dragon," I mutter, following my father out of the Cages.
(March 12, 2015 - 9:40 am)
~THE NEXT DAY~
They drag me into an arena and chain my wings together. I grunt and a girl comes out holding a spear. She frowns at me and my tail flicks. A trumpet sounds and she steps forward. She raises the spear ready to throw. I gather all my strength and beat my wings, breaking the chains. I lunge and trap the girl under one claw.
"Let me out," I hiss.
(March 12, 2015 - 4:33 pm)
~Astriika~
"It isn't that simple, dragon," I say. "You wouldn't understand how complicated my life is. If I fail to kill you, I will be disinherited. I can't survive in the wild."
"Stupid human. Always so self-centered."
"If I was truly self-centered, would I have weakened your chains?" I ask.
"You didn't, it was my strength-" She protests, a look of disbelief in her eyes.
*The day before*
I was walking to my room after getting my hair singed by that 'poor' dragon when my mother comes and hustles me down the hall. "Where are you taking me?" I ask. "What is it?" But she does not answer my questions. She pulls me through a door hidden under a tapestry of my father and shows me into a secret chamber. There, she reveals that she is of the Sii Clan and a protecter of magical creatures. Her blood runs warm in my veins with the icy killer blood of my father. That very night, I go to the dragon's cell and slip through the bars. I use a strong knife to scrape at the thinner sections of metal. It is slow going, and it takes the whole night, but at last I have weakened it enough that the dragon might be able to escape.
*Today*
I slip through her claws and slide under her. She puts her claws in my path and rakes at me, but I escape her and dive under her soft belly. I point my spear right up at it and bargain, "I'll help you out and won't plunge this spear into your vulnerable, soft underbelly if you bring me with you."
(March 12, 2015 - 5:50 pm)
~Sirili~
This is the worst decision I've ever made, and I've lived a long time. Why did I let Kitara talk me into this? I think. I stream through the sky with Raylona and that-Phoenix-eagle-hybrid-whose-name-I-cannot-remember, looking down at the almost caravan below. We're going to rescue Laura. I mean, we are actually going in through the front door of the Slayer place. How horrible. I heard Ishmael had been cured. He's lucky I didn't kill him. And if he crosses me again, I'll kill his daughter first, I think viciously.
(March 12, 2015 - 7:03 pm)
I hesitate. "Fine," I whisper. She swings onto my back and I start flying, siding above the bleachers. Gasps and murmurs film the crowd. I fly over the Arean and fly higher, into the clouds. I can feel the girl tensing on my back. I beat my wings then glide steadily downward. I see the stone circle were we creatures meet at midnight. I fly above it and land in a clearing full of sunshine and pixies. The girl gasps and hops off my back.
"So that's what's it's like to fly," she murmurs.
I hear a faint roar. I stop dead in my tracks. "Hide," I growl at the girl.
"Why?" she asks.
"Hurry up and hide!" I say, flapping above the trees. A dragon the size of a 3-story tower flaps onwards me at incredible speed. I flap upwards. When he is in range I release some and collide with his belly. I snap and rake at his belly but the played scales protect him. Oh gods. I didn't expect my punishment to be this bad!! I fly above him and tuck my wings In a dive. I hit his head with such impact his wings stand still an he starts to fall. Unconscious!! "WATCH OUT!" I yell to the girl.
The attacker lands with a thump. I glide in lazy circles downward. The girl gasps and compliments me. I beam with pride ad tell her in a low whisper, "I will break the laws of my tribe. I will be exiled and shamed and forgotten. But..." I hesitate. I feel bonded to her.... "Would you like to be my rider?"
Her eyes widen in surprise. "You're kidding."
"Never."
"Then..." She stumbles, "yes."
I smile, "Do you know how to be able to contact me from anywhere?"
"No."
"Then use a stone from the ground and prick my tail. Put a drop of my blood in your mouth. Bonded," I say.
She does it, and I can feel the changes. The purple mark burns against my right thigh. The bonded mark. The same mark appears on her right hand. She smiles.
"What will I tell my father?" she commands.
"Nothing. If you go near him he will sense you're a rider. "
"But-"
"But nothing."
(March 13, 2015 - 6:23 am)
I see, down there, that Laura has already made her escape. "She's done it! She's okay!" I yell. I tuck in my wings and divebomb as fast as I can. I love the feel of divebombing, the wind rushing past my face, slipping past my body. It's thrilling. At the last second I open my wings and stop my descent, smoothly slithering onto the ground. 10 feet of basilisk drag behind me and my wings come in again.
(March 13, 2015 - 9:54 am)
My friend lands in front of me with a thump. At first she smiles then a look of horror and disbelief crosses her face. "A rider!" she hisses. "Don't come back to the circle," she yells, "if you do we will rip you and your rider to shreds. Take that as a fair warning." She flys off and I walk over to the girl.
"Saddle or no saddle flying?"
"Saddle."
"There's only one rider besides us. Being a rider is looked down upon... as you can see. He can teach us. Give you a real sword."
"Real? What do you know about swords?"
I grunt. "More than you think. Now listen. My tribe might try to capture me. To get answers. Ok?"
"OK...?"
(March 13, 2015 - 2:58 pm)