(ah right sorry, I didn't know what to write after that)
Mythical Creature FANTASY Roleplay
(You can bump into her or something, Idk I was just kinda setting the scene.)
Drella had just left her favorite club. The sun was shining bright but she didn't even break a sweat. This was nothing compared to the fires of hell she was used to by now. She was lost in thought and a somewhat chick staring at her phone collided with her. Drella unintentionally hissed at her, before covering her mouth in shock. "W-watch where you're going!" She said, while hiding her now sharpened teeth.
(omg i wrote that right as you sent that lol)
Constance holds back a snarl. "Whatever…" She glances back at her… demon. She could see her wings, as most creatures like her could.
Drella saw the wings almost immediately, when she looked at the girl. "What the hell…" she muttered
(wait what wings… she's a vampire, you legit had wings. you could see her fangs or something.)
(sorryyyyyy I was looking at the wrong person haha!)
(* correction) :
Drella noticed the fangs as soon as the girl oepned her mouth. "You're…"
Constance turns around. "A vamp? Bloodsucker? Fang-freak? Trust me, I've heard them all. But, I prefer Constance." She sticks out her hand, as a friendly gesture. "And you are?"
Drella smiled a crooked smile. She liked this girl's style. She shook the girl's hand. "Drella. Nice to meet you. That's gotta suck. No pun intended."
Constance smiled and said, "That's a nice name. Where are you heading?"
"I'm heading to a lecture on Mortal Physiology. You?"
(sorry it took me so long) "Nightshade Bar." She smirks.
(brb my mom is making me get ready for bed.)
(still there?)
group
(I'm here, now. Sorry, I had to do something yesterday.)
group
Arie watched as two girls collided with each other. She rushed over to help them and noticed they were already talking.
"Oh, good," she said as she reached them. "I was just about to come see if either of you needed help, but it looks like you're both okay. You are both okay, aren't you?"
"Yeah… it'll take more than that to hurt me." She grins, not showing off her fangs. She didn't want to scare the newcomer.
(Anyone on?)
group
"Great! I'm Arie, by the way," she introduced herself, sticking out her hand.
"Constance." She shakes her hand.
Hello?
(sorry I forgot the parentheses! Ignore that)
(sorry I forgot the parentheses! Ignore that)
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Ruthven, Qyraryn
Male
18
Larxe (like Drow except they have long whispy tails among other things)
sexually undecided
Looks: Tall and lean (as most all Larxe do). In fact, it's just safe to asume that "Qyr" (for short" is at least a few inches taller than anyone
on this Role Play. He has cool, pastel pink eyes with bioluminescent irises and his pupils are also cloaked in this screen. His hair is neck length,
dark and choppy with stunning white, natural highlights. His skin is a dark hue of blueish grey. With shimmers of bronze on his knees, elbows, back,
parts of his face, etc. His skin is covered in thin etchings of symbols and runes all inter connected. Qyr's species aversion to light causes him to wear hoodies,
cloaks, hats, scarves anything to shield from light. Qyr is knowledgeable in sorcery and has a passion for parkour, eating, and reading. Qyr is tragically socially
awkward and therefore a Larxe of few words and few really good friends. He recently moved to LA to be closer to family.
(feel free to join whenever!)
Qyra had had a full day already. Breakfast, morning run, a trip to the archives arcane, and now parkour along LA's rooftops. He was good. Damn good. And he never tripped nor fell, almost never. Today at this moment was one of those "almost nevers." Qyra didn't even have time to curse his clumsiness before he fell. A single leap, flip, and his foot didn't even touch the edge. No, it wasn't clumsiness it was foolishness. Qyra completely misjudged the distance. Two stories up, the fall wouldn't kill a Human much less a Larxe. However, those people below might not appreciate him using them to break his fall. "Shiiit!" was all he had time to say through gritted teeth. In complete freefall, plummeting straight towards the small cluster of, what was becoming eminently clear, were females. Looking very surprised, just before the ground rushed up and everything went pitch black.