@Catastrophe--I know you're probably busy, but can you please help us out with the questions about the Shield? I'm confused--has it been found or not? Was the shield at the flower merely a glimpse of the future? Or was it real...?

Also, I sense a good plotline coming closer, Trixie...If someone finds out what you know...:D Heheh. I love dramatics.

Anywho, I know this RP is basically dead, but I don't mind. Lots of...uh, room here...to roleplay in. *voice echoes loudly in empty space* Yeah...*is totally not lonely*  ;D

Kimi~

The guard pulls up a rickety old wooden chair and begins asking me all these questions, most of which I only halfway understand. "Are you here with the Resistance?" was one of the most frequently asked questions, phrased in a thousand different ways. This question raises more inside of me. Who's the Resistance? Why are they needed? Where am I? And, most of all, what's been happening in the world outside the Decoy Forest?

How much have I missed?

After a while, I get fed up with the interrogators and refuse to answer any questions. Instead, just to annoy them, I act as dumb as they treat me. C'mon, guys, just because we're prisoners doesn't mean we're not smart.

Pretty soon, we all get bored, the men pack up and leave, murmuring quietly among themselves, and I am left alone in my cell once more.

Now that I'm by myself, I can try to escape. These walls are making me claustrophobic--I've never been inside a real building before. But what I previously analyzed as an easily destroyable door proves to be more than just bars stuck in a basement drawing room's doorway--no matter what I try, I cannot escape.

Life in the Decoy Forest hones many of your skills--mistrust, dishonesty, control of one's emotions (or at least the ability to lock them down tight)--but one of the things it doesn't teach you is how to pick a lock. Let's face it, there aren't many reasons to have a key in the woods. I have a bit of instinct when it comes to escaping, but instinct doesn't help in a room specifically designed to keep criminals in.

Jail. The thought echoes through my brain. I've never been in a jail before. Now I know what it's like. I make a mental note never to get stuck in another one.

In frustration, I shout and throw myself against the bars over and over and over again--but my exertion bears no fruit. My fur is matted and patchy in many places, and is covered with a nasty grimy coating that makes me shiver to touch. My hands are in a similar condition, and by my feet lay traces of makeshift picks and other flimsy weapons that failed to aid in my escape.

As I go for another round of banging that's sure to do nothing but deepen the purple hue of the bruise on my shoulder, I feel a shudder ripple down my spine and I stop midway to the bars, momentarily distracted. The temperature has dropped at least thirty degrees. Thankfully, my fur keeps me warm. What's happening?

I hear a slithering sound as something starts rustling in the hallway. To my utter frustration, I cannot pinpoint its location. My ears are swiveling in all directions, unable to locate the echoey, frightening noise that fills my head with fear.

Fear! So this is what it feels like! No--there's no time for analyzing my emotions! I have to run--I have to get away! Where? There's nowhere to run.

I back up against the wall, my heart thumping like a frightened rabbit.

A sound like words in reverse reverberates through my ears and I can feel my morale being sucked out of me. What is happening? The world spins.

And then it's gone. The fear has passed, and I collapse on my knees, gulping the stale, icy air like it's a comfort blanket.

Wow.

I don't know how long I sit there, taking deep, calming breaths, but all too soon, a different guard whom I've never seen before clanks down the hallway. He has a look of authority about him. He stops in front of my cell, stares at me rather rudely for a few minutes, nods, then walks off the way he came. Something in his gaze chills me. What was that nod for? I wish I had some answers...

tank you

NAME:Scathath
SPECIES:Fae Erie (Power)
JOB/TITLE:Assasin,the warrior maiden
APPEARANCE:Fair skinned maiden violet eyes  clothed with celtic nobility human sized no wings (not human)
PERSONALITY:Dark mind hatred for humans 
HOME: Mountains
MOST OFTEN SEEN AT: Forests streams and holes in trees
FRIEND OR MENTOR: none
ENEMY OR RIVAL:all humans
FAVORITE POSSESSION OR OBJECT:Daggers
MOTTO OR FAVORITE SAYING: barely speaks
STRENGTHS: speed and stealth
WEAKNESSES:deaf however can read lips extremely well has no mercy
BACKGROUND:banished from nobility of her kind because she killed her sister however only she knows this

NAME: Scathath
SPECIES: Fae Erie (Power)
JOB/TITLE: Assassin, the warrior maiden
APPEARANCE: Fair skinned maiden violet eyes  clothed with celtic nobility human sized no wings (not human)
PERSONALITY: Dark mind hatred for humans 
HOME: Mountains
MOST OFTEN SEEN AT: Forests streams and holes in trees
FRIEND OR MENTOR: none
ENEMY OR RIVAL: all humans
FAVORITE POSSESSION OR OBJECT: Daggers
MOTTO OR FAVORITE SAYING: barely speaks
STRENGTHS: speed and stealth
WEAKNESSES: deaf however can read lips extremely well has no mercy
BACKGROUND: banished from nobility of her kind because she killed her sister however only she knows this

Star~~

After grabbing a meal at the Bog and Burrow Inn, I hired a carriage to take me north. I'd heard rumors about the Power of Hoof being at Jokull, and I was curious. 

The carriage dropped me off in a small town known as  Qar Evi. In the center of the town square was a beautiful fountain featuring a glass sculpture of Sylvia. Water poured from the tip of her horn. 

Market stalls had been set up in a circle around the fountain. Vendors called out cheerfully. It was like a tiny, safe version of the Mer flea market that lacked pirates selling magical drums. 

One vendor in particular interested me. "Beautiful, uncut gems for sale!" They called. They were human , and wore their hair up in a bun. She'd painted her nails pink, and she had a full face of makeup. Her dress was beautiful and furlined. It was studded with gems. 

I figured that perhaps I would be able to buy back some of the gems that thief had stoleb. But when I walked up to the stall, I saw something that made my breath catch in my throat. In the center of the gems was a beautiful and extremely rare Lone Star diamond.

"I'll take that diamond!" I exclaimex and pointed at it. The lady smiled at me. " Oh, yes, that diamond is certainly pretty.  One of my suppliers says it's a Lone Star diamond. I don't know what those are, but it sounds magical! "

"I'll give you fifty platinum for that," I blurt.

She looks surprised. "Well, then you can certainly have that!" I hand her the money and she gives me the diamond. I carefully carry it with me over to a bench down a sidestreet and examine it. 

Looking at it, I begin to wish that it actually works. That would be amazing! I wish it wouls take me somewhere special, somewhere no other Dolor Felis has been before.

I feel a flow of power from the diamond, and when I look around, I realize it really did work.

I'm somewhere strange--somewhere I've never heard about, not even in legends.  I appear to still be in Qar Evi, but everything is so strange. For one, it's very dark, except in places where shadows should be. Instead of being dark, they glow. 

This adventure has taken a whole new twist.

~~~ 

Death Hound~

I stumble across a little town, deserted, as usual. It may bustle in Kyngdom, but social interaction rarely belongs in Undershade. Suddenly, I hear footsteps a few blocks away. Odd. I climb onto a building, an easy feat, as one-story buildings only come up to my shoulder. I look around, into the streets below. Not finding anything, I step onto the next building over. The roof creaks. The footsteps stop, but I know where they're coming from. I look into an alley, and, to my immediate surprise, I find a Dolor Felis girl inspecting one of my tracks.

~ 

Just a note, Hound doesn't speak well. She's picked up parts of different languages, but she can't string together more than three grammatically correct sentances.

Death Hound~

The girl straightens. I can see she is wary, maybe a little bit scared, but I admire her effort to hide it.

"I am Star, and I came with the help of this." She holds up a Lone Star Diamond, a gem I have not seen in many years. I step down from the building, a few meters away from Star. From wing to wing, I almost take up the entire alley. I lay down so I don't take up so much room.

"Why you come? In danger at Kyngdom?"

"Not that I could tell, at the moment." Star smiles.

"Well, what you do now?" The fear is beginning to melt from her eyes.

"I'm not sure... Hmm."

~