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Did a little writing today and came up with a short scene, thought I'd ask for some feedback. Won't be continueing it, or including it in any stories, simply some random creativity. Hope you like it.

Faithless

The clouds opened and the torrents fell upon the cobbles in sheets, making the evening indefinate, sundown but a lighter patch of grey on the horizon. The rain mingled with her salty tears, streaming down her face and plastering her hair across it as she stood weakly in the doorframe. Not a sound did she utter but her gentle sobs, as she fell to her knees. It had all fallen apart, it was the end, and it was her fault. Her eyes rested on the shrinking form of a steep hat and oiled cloak on a tall man who walked to the street corner. Once more he looked back to her, his steely eyes also filled with tears, but his were filled with hatred, with a deep sadness, with conviction.
She loved him more than she cared for the soaked world around her, and her tears dripped onto her clothes as she cried openly, the only other sound being the constant splatter of the eve downfall. In her moment of weakness she had been unfaithful once again, but this time he had found out. Walked in. Not a word had he said since he had seen her with the other, and now as she watched him from the step, he still remained silent before another sheet of rain hid him from her view.
It splashed off the cobbles and the black form on the corner straightened and turned away from his once betrothed, and when the rain lessoned again, her sobs became supressed. A fine breath of wind brought her his scent mingled with the smell of rain, mixed with her own smell; a smell of regret. The rain suddenly stopped, almost as suddenly as it had started, and a calm fell over the steet. All was silent but for the sounds of dripping water and disappearing footsteps. From her knees on the step, she shuddered and whimpered defeat to the world around her... and he was gone.

-Wolf '05

*Immediately catches on that 1) He needs to watch the thread daily to prevent prolonged amounts of reading and 2) That through the confusion there appears to be a tournament of some description on Tide Beach, and that he should look for an opening in that area*

I'm still here, just reading. Lots. And waiting for a clear place to jump in, which with the rate this thread grows, will no doubt present itself soon enough.

..If I watch daily, lol.

NG Account: Wolf_of_Aluria
NG Level: 2
Name: Kaedric Cortez
Age: 30
Race: Human
Religion: -None-
Habitat: Wherever takes his fancy
Class: Freelancer
Alliance: -none-
Primary Weapon: Two Enchanted 2' WindWhisper blades
Abilities: Stealth, Shadowmeld (Shadowmeld is an ability which grants Kaedric the ability to become completely invisible in shadows. He can use this ability for an hour before collapsing and is exhausted after using it even for short periods. He becomes visible when leaving the shadows, and if light is shone on him and he moves at all, he also becomes visible). His WindWhisper blades have some description of enchantment on them, but no one is entirely sure what it does. When the blades glow blue in battle the user seems to be sped up, and fighting ability becomes heightened. It is a family rumor that the blade enchantments can do other things also...
Occupation: Mercenary (Assassin/Thief specialty)
Status: Mortal
Personality: Neutral (Neither fights the good nor bad fight, just his own)
Appearance: 6', eyes like blue ice, short black hair, deep set eyes and well defined features. Medium build.
Brief Bio: Kaedric has a dark and mysterious past, one which he is very selective as to who he reveals it to. Brought up as a warrior in a little town on the outskirts of the Tabacarin Woods, he never knew his mother and was shattered to see his only surviving relative, his father, cut down in a raid which destroyed the village. He had ran from the place before he was caught, taking with him his fathers' enchanted Short Blades, the pair being family heirlooms, affectionately named WindWhisper Blades. At the age of 16, alone in the world and unsure of what to do, he fled to Pura and used his innate ability to shadowmeld in order to help himself survive.
Pinching pennies and food from random towns, one day he was caught, and was forced to kill. Unbeknownst to him until later, his kill had been seen by a lower class villain on the street. Later that evening, when he was cleaning his father's blades beneath a table at a dingy tavern on the outer wall of town, Kaedric was approached by the ratty little man, who hired him upon an assassination job. From that moment on, that became Kaedric's profession. One which he has now mastered with frightening skill.
Due to his occupation Kaedric has many enemies, and often encounters them, and his freelance job tends to require a lot of travel. He has contacts through the assassins guild, and due to his possibly inherited daring nature he tends to use them to help him, and his friends, to get out of tight spots. Tight spots which are often his fault in the first place.

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Is that okay? If so, I'd appreciate a que... or a hint where everyone's characters are at the moment so I can jump in. Thanks.

I support takin' a look see at all the Star Wars Movies. If only just to say 'I've seen 'em' and to understand the game a bit better. Excellent game by the way.

Although, there is a point there, not everything has to revolve around the net.

...

*Reflects on the irony of using the internet to say that*

*Looks at page number irritably*

I may be, judging by the first page of posts, a little late. However, I'd still like to ask: Is this Rp still open to joiners, or is it a bit late for that?

Okay, well, I'll keep some of your ideas in mind, and if I write more, then I'll post it up here.

At 1/4/05 07:28 PM, newbman wrote: it's an interesting story. I wonder what it would be like with people. And we only know three cheracters so far. If there's a clan i'd like to see more. Also the plot is interesting, but not much has been revelaed so far. From my experionce with stories. Dalmation and wolf are having, or had a love connection. The fox will die, but in the end it will make Wolf come back to protect Dalmation. WE'll meet more of the clan, and each will have their own backround and those will effect the rest of the story. While he slowly learn about Wolf's past. They meet up with the misstewrious spirit that killed Fox and it'll kill of the rest of the clan until Dalmaiotn and Wolf(or maybe anouther importand tclan member, possibly the next leader) and Wolf will die. The other, or Dalmation will distroy the being using a secret untapped power. Dalmation will moarn over Wolfs death. And the Other(if there is one) will become the leader of the rest of the clan, and will coart Dalmation. But she'll be stuck on Wolf, The other will tell her that he's had a crush on her for a while, plus he wanted to be Leader, so he'll tell her that he created the being to kill him but things got out of hand. She'll then voilently attack him filled with rage and sorrow. And she kills the other. The pack scatters and she runs off to find her own desiny.

Sounds almost like a soapie... Actually, I had no previous intent to continue the story from it's current point. In it's state I gave it to the pair who were having trouble, and it sorted the situation right out. I felt no urge to continue the short story, feeling that any attempt might break the spell that it wove.

Okay then, glad to be here.

Recently a couple of friends of mine had something come between them and one couldn't bare to tell the other. Using animal metaphors I wrote a short story which helped get the message across. Here it is, tell me what you think!

Veteran Fox

The Wolf sat wearily in the low, crisp snow at the base of a thick cedar. The tree was an evergreen, but although it retained enough greenery to keep most of the snowfall off of him, occasionally the weight would become too much and a snow dump would result, often on his head. Although his thick skin and winter coat kept him warm, he was still chilled that morning. He knew what was to occur would cause some distress.
The pack had ranged - the others were not nearby, although they would be roaming in the miles surrounding his tree. There was a pack congregation on the eve of this day, by the ice-lake, but the Wolf was saddened. There would be one less in their midst come the day's end.
She was the first to arrive. Padding tentatively through the white powder on the ground, she was only evident because of the black spots that she so prominently displayed upon her back. Upon seeing him watching her, the Dalmatian hesitated a moment, before walking over. She nodded in greeting, and the Wolf returned the gesture. They uttered no sound - there was nothing to be said - not yet.
She sat at the base of the tree beside him, and she could sense his slight unease, but made no move to enquire. He resumed to looking into the alpine wilderness that surrounded them, the sun that occasionally penetrated the cloud cover causing the snow to glitter prettily. It was not something he noticed however, as another animal approached the pair.
The Wolf's heart felt heavy as he saw the battered creature approach them... the red Fox was strong, but he was tired, and although his hide had thickened to compensate, his fur had a visible lack. This was a veteran Fox. The Dalmatian was stunned. She hadn't expected the Fox to look as he did, so weary, so downcast from his usual self.
He too stepped under the broad tree and nodded in greeting. 'I am here.'
'Are you sure that your choice is sound?' Asked the Wolf gently. 'Now is not the time to be making mistakes... not in Winter.'
The Dalmatian was still a little taken aback by how the Fox appeared. She also wasn't sure of what the pair were refering to. 'What choice? What is going on?' She asked. Her voice sounded irritable - there was something big happening here - but it also held desperation. She knew that something was wrong.
'Do you wish me to tell her?' Queried the Wolf, a half smile alighting his face in the reflection of the sun in the glittering white. The Fox shook his head after a moment. 'Please,' He muttered wanly, 'Allow me to tell her of my decision.'
The Wolf looked into the Fox's eyes for a moment and all was still as an unsaid understanding passed between the two. He hesitantly nodded, and then turned, and trotted from the tree, leaving the pair alone. Still within sight, the Wolf sat underneath another cedar, looking keenly about for any others. This was an issue that didn't need to be widely known, at least for the time being. Under the original cedar, the Fox turned his head and looked to the Dalmatian. 'So?' She asked, attempting to avoid impatience.
He sighed deeply, and began to speak, his facial expression amplified by the incandescent snow glowing with a sun patch below him. 'I am leaving,' He said, delving to the point. He allowed her enough time to absorb the information, but not enough time to form a reply. 'I don't know if I can stay from the pack forever, as I feel I'd like to, but I'm going to try. My strength is not as it used to be - I am no longer the authority figure of the group I once was. Years have beaten my fur and skin, and they've been torn and tattered with the strength I have maintained. The time has come, as I knew it would, where my strength has faltered.'
His face was as sad as the Wolf felt as he watched the two from his cedar. He couldn't hear them, but the shocked face of the Dalmatian was enough. The explanation was underway.
'B..But why? Why do you leave us?' The Dalmatian managed, her face distraught. She was oddly calm, but she put it down to shock more than anything.
'Do not blame yourself,' The Fox continued. 'It is not of your doing that I choose to fall behind, and walk another path to the pack. I... I am...' He faltered as the cedar dumped a snow load on his back, some of it penetrating his scarred fur and touching his flesh. He shuddered and shook it off. 'I am so weary... so tired. The pack wears away at me, and even if those who are responsable are a minority, I wish so hard to attempt to leave. To be done with the trouble caused to me, although it tears me to leave you...' He looked to the Wolf 'And he.'
'If it tears you so, why attempt to leave us?' She said, her voice choked ever so slightly. 'Surely... surely with the pack majority supporting you, you can defeat those who are treacherous to you?'
He smiled and his face suited the look. It was a sad kind of smile though, not a reassuring one. 'The group majority weigh as heavy on me as the minority against me do,' He explained softly. 'That may not make sense now, but try to see it from my view. For years they have seen me strive for them, and now I am tired. I am tired of being who I am for them, and I just don't have the energy to go on. Am I so pitiful, so weak that I cannot leave for the pack is so much of my life, but on the same note, am I so weak that I cannot remain who I am for them?' The Fox sighed.
All was quiet in the forest, not a bird chirped, not a stick broke. The Dalmatian was speechless, and in his shame and weariness, the Fox had hung his head. The light crunch of snow beneath his pads announced the return of the Wolf, and they stood together under the cedar, an air of uncertainty and sadness about them. The silence remained, and the Wolf met the Dalmatian's eyes over the back of the veteran Fox... and much was said without words.

I hope that you like it.

Hey, I'm a newbie to these forums and this club caught my eye. I've been doing a bit of flash at school and practising at home, however from what I've seen on Newgrounds, I haven't much hope of animating anything of any quality.

I am, however, an excellent writer. My primary genre lies in Fantasy, but I can write in just about any genre, and I'm interested in helping out making up some flash productions.

It's okay if I join up here?