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    Yewphoria

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    Lineage : Dragon Spirit
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    Posts : 89
    Guild : Basilisk Fang
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    Experience : 218.75

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    Post by Yewphoria on Wed Sep 12, 2018 5:47 pm

    Akeldama looked back at the woman, picking at her sleeves nervously. She thought she had done good… That just meant she was going to have to keep trying. Veve’s question took her aback a bit. Though in thinking about it… It really shouldn’t have. Not in Basilisk Fang of all guilds. “No. Not on purpose.”

    The second part was a very important clarifier, as Akeldama’s life was a series of misfortunate events, particularly for those surrounding her. It was hard for her to make friends merely knowing standing near them could kill them slowly over time. Honestly Akeldama had given up the idea of having any true friends. She couldn’t bare hurting those she cared about… But it wasn’t like she had a choice in the matter.

    So this place… She hated it… But it made her feel better about herself. At the very least if she was going to be hurting anyone for existing, it was going to be bad people. If they died the world would be a better place.

    Were Veve to be tasting her emotions… Or whatever it was that she did, she’d be tasting indescribable sorrow.

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    Alwe

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    Lineage : Dreamweaver
    Position : Coming Storm
    Posts : 92
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    Experience : 575

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    Character Name: Veronika / Varian
    Primary Magic: Dreamscape
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    Post by Alwe on Fri Sep 14, 2018 1:51 pm


    The taste of sorrow was delightful to the palate, stoking the Dreamweaver’s hunger for more like blood would stir a shark’s bloodlust and desire to kill. Fortunately, the nightmare knew better than to get lost in any thirst for more. She had a task ahead of her, after all. If she got too sidetracked with continuously plucking too much out of Akeldama, she would be left with no tool to use to reap a later harvest. After all, nobody cut a goose open before it had laid all of its golden eggs.

    The blonde moved even closer to the tall, raven-haired girl. Upon standing right beside her in close proximity, feline in her arms, Veronika replied in a low whisper with a grin. “Then, how about you do it on purpose?”

    The Dreamweaver’s emerald gaze flickered towards a mostly empty street of the cold settlements. Her clairvoyant abilities settled on one individual hiding behind a large crate against the side of one of the shabby wooden buildings of the village. “Over there,” Veronika said with a smile, nodding towards the giant box. The person was on the other side of it, cowering and hiding in fear of the dark mages. “Have fun with it. Impress me~

    Whether Akeldama did the deed by using her magic or by asking or using some weapon or tool, Veronika did not care. She simply wanted more of the intoxicating fear, despair, hopelessness, and agony that was sure to coat the air. The Nachtmyrr, Scyri and Ryssa, lingered at the feet of the blonde while Netsil was still comfortably nested in her arms, giving a soft purr of satisfaction on every other stroke from the human-formed nightmare’s hands.




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    Yewphoria

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    Lineage : Dragon Spirit
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    Posts : 89
    Guild : Basilisk Fang
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 218.75

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    Post by Yewphoria on Fri Sep 14, 2018 6:28 pm

    Akeldama looked over to the barrel, and trod over to it uncertainly to see the cowering man. Everything ached from her sudden growth spurt, and even walking straight was a challenge.

    She wasn’t used to such long legs, and upon seeing the man she froze.

    What? She… She couldn’t harm him. He was just scared. He wasn’t hurting anyone. He didn’t deserve to be hurt unlike the Basilisk Fang people she found herself around all too much recently. She couldn’t…

    Akeldama’s hands drew up to her face as her mind ran through the impossibility of the scenario. Then something ticked in her mind. Was that… No… It wasn’t. It wasn’t one of the people who had simply pretended like nothing was going on while she was kidnapped by Basilisk Fang. But he was just the kind of simpering worm that would have.

    He had not stood up for the old man as he robbed him, and he would not have stood up for her whilst she was being kidnapped. Now this… This she could work with. Akeldama reached down and pulled up the man by his hair.

    “So… You like to watch huh?” She was trying to be tough, trying to be cool. But even as she felt the magic ebb at her finger tips, she could not actually manage to do anything with it. She couldn’t possibly replicate what she’d done with herself. It was impossible. Where her hand was gripping his hair began to turn grey…. But that was unseen until the moment where she was forced to let go as the man full out decked her.

    Unaccustomed to her new height and center of gravity, Akeldama toppled over, but tried to cling to his leg so he couldn’t run away. Damn it. This couldn’t be impressing Veve at all.


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    Alwe

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    Lineage : Dreamweaver
    Position : Coming Storm
    Posts : 92
    Cosmic Coins : 0
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    Experience : 575

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    Character Name: Veronika / Varian
    Primary Magic: Dreamscape
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    Post by Alwe Yesterday at 8:47 am


    The Dreamweaver anticipated what the young woman would do, but found herself growing bored as she sensed the cluelessness ebbing from Akeldama. The girl mirrored the actions of Ahote from a while ago, when he had clutched her hair and shook her around, leaving her with a bleeding scalp and an angry Theo. From what the nightmare could see, her guildmate was not creative on her own, but merely a petty copycat when it came to doing what she was told. Normally it would not have been a problem, but it was with how badly the tall child was failing.

    Akeldama toppled over with her unadjusted long legs but managed to hold onto the man. “Pathetic,” the blonde muttered, beginning to walk towards the girl and her hostage yet again. She adjusted Netsil to be moved to recline on her shoulder while she crafted something in her hands using her surreal abilities. Utilizing the unworldly energy, the Dreamweaver created a gleaming dagger in her hands. With every stroke the dagger made, something uncanny would happen to the victim-- something different each and every time, with only a few repeats. But before she could use it or give it to its new planned owner, she had to introduce the Terror of a knife to its new holder. As she stood over the fallen Akeldama, Veronika dropped the knife towards her, intending on it to fall through and pierce the girl’s arm, both as punishment for her clumsiness, but also as a means of letting the knife recognize the first person it sliced as a personal holder. When Akeldama used the knife on the man, it would draw out fear and a number of unwelcome and amusing symptoms, likely magical or surreal in nature.

    Without another word, Veronika stepped away, hopping up to sit herself on the crate for a front row seat. She pulled Netsil, the green and black Nachtmyrr, back into her arms, this time in more of a tender embrace like a child would hold a teddy bear than a nice and warm person would naturally hold a cat. The Nachtmyrr’s fluffy-ended tail twitched two and fro happily before finally going limp as he calmed down and enjoyed the snack of fear lacing the atmosphere of that small and empty street.




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