Role play

Poltergiiest - Sanctuary

So folks the idea of this is just some freeform role playing. Control only your character, no godly characters without flaw, keep the content appropriate for younger readers. feel free to jump in wherever you wish.



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Each breath drawn into her lungs reminding her of another day she had managed to survive within this city. Her mind numb with the memory of a partially forgotten dream. Her heart racing frantically in her chest, threatening to escape via her throat. The wolf, the how, why? What was this all meant to mean? What was she meant to do? Her eyes clouded slightly with concern, her fingers entwined within them in her lap. She felt awkward and a little strange in general, she needed to clear her head, and perhaps it was all this foul air from the decay on the streets that had been causing her recent lack of sleep and strange dreams. She didn't dare tell her parents, they were heavily religious, even though their healing relied on herbs and creating of various forms of ointments and other unusual things for people to have in their kitchens. Perhaps her parents would assume she'd been possessed by a nature spirit whilst out on one of her many wanderings. Her life lacked direction, a young woman without an offer to marriage, without any wonderfully amazing talent she could really see herself openly showing to the world.

she traced her fingers along her bow that was lent against her bed, its smooth surface a welcome calming sensation in the struggle within her mind. Perhaps it was time to go and visit her dying but still beloved forest once more. It was certain however that today she needed to get out of his city. If she was lucky she could slip out the front door without waking her parents. She was sure they worried about her wanderings, but they had become use to it. The forest was really her main source of sanity. The world there was governed by a need to survive over a need to survive and **** over everyone else in your path. In the forest, it was a balance between survival and death. Where each creature did only what he/she needs to survive, and death is just a part of the cycle. however horrid the leaders may have become at the time she believed what was good and right would always find victory provided there was a support for it. Her faith lay within the laws of the land, they had been developed over centuries to protect the rights of those that live within Asethe.

Pulling herself up from her bed, Daciana stretched her arms. Taking on her boots, gloves and tunic she dressed for her little morning wanderings. It was a source of criticism from within the town, that this is perhaps why she had not already found herself a husband, that a woman dressed in men’s clothing was surely an unfit wife when there were so many others to choose from...that followed the conventional path for a woman. This however was not Daciana, She was independent and looking for her own way, she didn't really care for marriage or the idea of having to marry before a certain age, she did yearn for companionship somewhat, but not to the extent where it played on her mind every moment.

She excited the home and began to stride over to where the Cresent was tied to the post, she didn't really like leaving her horse like this...with such thieves and desperation the town had sunken into. However she would hear the distress calls of her mare should someone attempt to steal her. Cresent’s smooth warm voice filled her mind calm but inching towards demanding, "Where are we going?" Tossing her large bay head in Daciana's direction. The familiar smell of horse drifted to Daciana's nostrils. She smiled gently at Cresent. "Since when are we beyond greeting each other with hello? Rather then being demanding" She whispered with a teasing tone to the horse. A smile drawing across her lips. Daciana's dark eyes taking in the chaos that had surrounded the lands, such infertility had never been imaged before.

After mounting Cresent she ran her fingers gently over the horse’s neck. Cresent snorted and fidgeted, she was unused to being locked in a confined space, normally she would be left free to roam. However Daciana did not want cresent out of earshot, she had to know that her companion was alright. She didn't like the idea of some horrible person setting upon the mare and abusing her for whatever they wanted to do with her. A shiver slid down her spine at the very thought of someone hurting Cresent. She was really the only thing Daciana 'owned' that held value, although this is said Cresent was much more than a possession she was a friend. Carefully picking her path through the trail that led to the forest, she admired the clear sky’s beauty but wished for clouds, she wished for this drought to break.

Finally she arrived at the entrance of the forest, she sighed gently feeling at home again but mourning its current state. It was drying and dying...not the way she liked to see her escape. It no longer smelt as damp as it use to, it no longer shined with vitality the movement of animals was reduced to preserve energy. Just like in the city they felt the famine here also, each played a hand in making it worse for the other, People continued to hunt the animals and destroy the forests, and therefore the animal populations dwindled. And the hunter and the prey begin to starve.