This is a free form rp but if it makes you feel better, you can post a bio with the normal stuff (name, age, gender, that sortta thing.)
So, the dealio about this: This is an idea for a story of mine. Eli (Pronounced: Ee-lie) and Willow are a race called Avies...yet we would call them Angels. Avies are -suposovly-mythical creatures. Their eyes are much like a cats and a myriad of colors. Fully grown, their wingspan reaches 12 (females) to 14 (males) feet...give or take a couple inches, I'll try to draw some pictures to give y'all an idea.
Rules:
Must be literate: it's a story people!
Be nice (for the most part) no OOC fighting
Not everyone is perfect. I ask you to please have something that could end up being your charries down fall (for example: one of the characters in another book of mine has an un-healthy attraction to cheese, another is seemingly addicted to putting the life of himself and others in danger)
Willow and Eli are the only of their kind...for now.
THIS RP DOES NOT HAVE TO FOLLOW ALONG THE LINES OF MY STORY! Do whatever you feel like doing...I dont care.
The RP takes place when Willow and Eli are 17 and 18 summers.
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The plot is actually the prologue, so, bare with me. ^^;
Flight For Freedom-prologue-
Two bundled forms sat in the hollow of an ancient oak. The littlest one sneezed and rubbed her nose with a hand shaky with cold as the other chuckled under his breath. Approaching footsteps and the pair shrunk back to the tree, clinging to each other and putting the sodden blanket over their heads as if by doing so, they could disappear.
"I could've sworn I heard something..." A mans voice murmured. It was added onto by something that was inaudible to normal ears, but the shivering children heard it as if the source was right next to them. The girl whimpered and huddled closer to her brother who held onto her tighter and hummed to her reassuringly, but she could smell his own fear-scent. Something wriggled under him and he yelped and scooted back, away from his sister...running straight into the lower leg of a burly looking man who looked down on them in surprise now.
"Knew I wasn't just hearing things..." he mumbled to nobody in particular. The man looked at them both, his critical gray gaze taking them in. The girl had dirty-blonde hair and blue-gray eyes; her brother ashen colored hair and green eyes. "Where're yer parent?" He asked them, looking around the woods that bordered one side of his land. Looking at the boy, the girl stood. She appeared to be around seven summers, though she wasn't any bigger than a five or six year old.
"We don't have any. We-" The man cut her off by holding up a hand, looking professional, though his eyes told her he found the fact unbelievable.
"That's it then. Come with me." He said, reaching out with a calloused hand. The girl looked at her brother who got up and shuddered as a king snake slithered away from him. Taking the boy's hand as well, the man shuddered at the sensation that followed; like a lightning bolt was running through him from the young'ns. He wondered briefly if the same event occurred when they were toughing each other.
A few minutes later, he led them through a door into a warm kitchen of a three room house. The man gestured to a padded bench on the far side of the room and the children all but ran to it. There they sat, side by side, their shoulders toughing as they looked about them as if they'd never been in a house. Murmuring quietly into a second room, the man stepped aside to let a middle-aged woman through. She had a bird-like gaze that never kept hold of anything for more than three seconds and a long brown braid which hung to her waist. Her coffee colored eyes fell on the soaked children, taking in all at a glance. Whirling to the man, she snapped a question so fast, the meaning escaped the two intrigued figures. The man answered, looking sheepishly at the floor. "No, we came straight here." The woman threw her hands up in despair and bustled around, paying no heed to the two sets of eyes that followed her every movement.
The woman asked the man, her husband, to start a fire, which he did obligingly as the children went along with his wife stripping them down...until she went to remove their shirts; they stiffened and pulled out of her reach. Bewildered, she carried on, putting warm, soft pants on their bare legs to which they squealed and giggled in delight. Again, when she went to pull off their damp shirts, they pulled from her reach. She shrugged and went about until the girl sneezed.
"Alright young lady," she exclaimed, grabbing up a shirt. "I don't know if you’re being modest or stubborn: that shirt is coming off!" As she advanced, the girl looked questioningly at the boy as if seeking permission. He answered by shaking his head and the girl looked at the lady apologetically, who's voice and features softened. "Now pet. Do you want to catch your death? You know you will." Her eyebrows met in the center of her brow and she walked over to the bench and knelt in front of the small girl, forcing her to raise her head by gently placing a rough pointer finger under her chin and lifting up.
She gasped at the sight of the girls eyes. What they lacked in normality they made up for in exotic. They had pupils like that of a cat and where a whirlwind of colors ranging from white to different shades of blue, giving them the blue-gray look. Being so lost in their depths, she almost didn't hear when the girl whispered,
"I can't"
"Why not?"
The girl shook her head. "I'm going to assume that you asked why. I just simply can not remove my shirt at this time." She got up and walked to the fire, tossing her long shanks of dirty-blonde hair behind her back. The woman went as if to follow her.
"Tara, don't." The mans voice cautioned quietly. Tara's breath shook as she drew it sharply in, but she nodded, sensing the time was not right for rebellion. She looked back at the strange girl whose back was turned to them. Two abnormal looking bumps sat between her shoulders. Not being able to help herself, Tara walked over.
"Pet, what are these?"
"Nothing!" She answered eyes wide, whirling to face Tara with her hands behind her back as if hiding something. The girl walked past her, walking swiftly in the direction of her brother with a sort of grace that made Tara and Frind question her age. As she walked, her thin shirt caught on the edge of the small pine table. A faint 'Ri-i-p' and the girl stopped short and shut her eyes. Of course it happens now...she thought as she heard Tara gasp behind her.
“What!? What happened? What is it?” Frind asked looking from Tara’s unbelieving ex
pression to the boy’s shaking head. His head whipped back at the girls strained laugh.
"I tried to tell you." She said flattly. "We fell from the sky."
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