Spoce spoke spoce
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Thread Topic: Spoce spoke spoce
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Do you want me to repost my plot idea here?
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Yeee!
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I'm kinda thinking we could maybe do an AU of The String? Where Myriads dad didn't die, so he was trapped as the Gangs guard dog? And belladonna goes to find out about her string anyways, and ends up meeting the feral ass Myriad because of it
Shall I make character sheet or nah -
Nah it's oke, I'm lazy and we know what they look like pretty much
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Yeee
I made a piccrew of Myriad that ima post tho -
And yes, I'm posting it solely because of the ferret owo
Who starts? -
OMG FERRET
Dis Bella, I can start
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Kk
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A single candle flickered feebly, impaled into a chocolate cupcake held by a rather dark-skinned girl with a messy mop of curly dark hair and inquisitive blue eyes. She held the cupcake in both hands as if it were something precious, the gentle flame casting a soft glow on her over-sized purple sweater and frayed blue jeans. She was singing to herself, her voice gentle but firm and clear.
"Happy Birthday, Belladonna. Happy Birthday to me."
She inhaled deeply and blew out the candle, shrouded in darkness once again. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light, the stars twinkling outside her cracked window. It had been hastily patched up with a generous amount of duct tape, leaving only a few spaces where the radiant moon light could shine through.
It was her eighteenth birthday, and she had promised herself that on this day, she would start looking to find her soulmate. The bloodred string on her pinky ran down to the floor and under the door to who knows where. Her soulmate could be in space, for all she knew. But it was finally time to start the search. -
Myriad hissed lowly as he crawled along the rafters of the underground warehouse that his
Father'sMaster's gang worked from, following after a pair of men that where dragging another human, one with a bag over its head and that didn't bare the scent of the Gang. Myriad rumbled to himself, idly wondering if he would get to eat this one, before slipping through a hole into the rafters of the interrogation room in order to follow them.
He sat down on one of the beams, his tail wrapping around the wood as his wings folded loosely against his back, watching at the human was tied to a chair. He had difficulty understanding who the two gang members where saying, as his grasp on spoken language was shaky at best after the last time someone tried to put a bullet though his head, but he perked up when he heard the word 'dispose', as that usually ment he would be getting a meal soon -
Belladonna pulled on a dusty-looking aviator's jacket, that looked a few sizes too large for her and ate her cupcake in a few bites, savoring the chocolatey flavour. She closed her eyes, her memory drifting back into her past...
A little girl with dirty hands and sun-kissed skin played in a room with dull, faded wallpaper that had once been pink, dust dancing around her. The wallpaper was shredded in some places as if violently torn into by a tiger, but the child paid no mind. She heard the approach of footsteps and jumped, silently listening. The footsteps were light and gentle; the child relaxed and gave the woman who entered a toothy grin.
The woman could have been a queen in a better world, in a world that was more fair to the miserable. Her dark corkscrew curls were braided and tied with care and she held herself with a certain pride and regality. Her piercingly sharp golden eyes contrasted fantastically against her dark skin, and softened when they landed on the child, crouching down to her level and pulling a chocolate cupcake from behind her back.
"Happy Birthday, Bella," the adoring mother whispered, as the messy child greedily reached her hands out to seize the special treat.
And now, fifteen years later, the child stepped out of the door, an empty cupcake wrapper in her pocket and a sense of determination burning in her chest. -
Myriad grinned as he watched the two gang members wake up the human and start interrogating them, before the half demon sat up when he heard his Master calling. He immediately started rushing though the building to Him, not wanting to make him upset, before jumping down to land in front of Him.
His Master sneered a little at him, before setting a picture and a scrap of cloth on the ground. "Dispose of them. No witnesses. " he said simply. Myriad inspected the picture, memorizing the face, before grabbing the cloth and rushing for the exit to track down his Prey -
Belladonna took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, the cool night air filling her lungs. When her eyes opened again, they were filled with the light of the moon and stars, shining brightly in the cloudy night sky. The red string connected to her pinky stood out starkly from the the darkness, leading to her soulmate.
She felt a bubble of anxiety in her chest, floating up and emerging from her lips as a worried sigh escaping her lungs. What if she couldn't find them? What if her soulmate was some creepy old guy or even a criminal? A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold ran down her spine, causing her petite form to tremble. The weight from the pocket knife in her jacket pressed reassuringly against her side; her expression hardened with determination as she marched onward. -
Myriad chuffed quietly to himself as he got outside, climbing up a pole and perking on to to just stare at the sky for a moment. He moved to get down after a minute ore so, pausing when the bright red string caught his attention. He stared at it, thoughts of what his Mother had told him long ago flickering in the back of his head, before he snarled and shook himself, lealing up to the rooftops to begin tracking his prey
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Bypnk)
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