Chris sat on the altar, snow lazily creeping down and blending with the never melting snow. He raced his head, his eyes half open, as if he was weary and tired of the sullen silence. The snow drifted onto his face, melting and forming tracks across his face. Lone howls echoed through the small broken down ruins, yet Chris remained. He looked down at his hands. They trembled from the cold, but he didn't care. He couldn't feel. A bead of blood rolled down his fingers and dropped to the ground. Chris just stared. He had woken up in the middle of the ruins on the altar. His hands bloodied and scraped. His breath misted in front of his amber eyes. His head felt like an empty pool. Thick with water, but with nothing inside it. It was if he was just floating on top of the black water, gazing at a reflection of himself. It was cold there. Lonely. yet it was the only place where he could retreat to. Retreat away from the pain, the cold snow, and the sense of loss. Loss for his parents. Loss for his home. Loss for himself.

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Lero Dux sat on the large stone pillar, sitting at it's top. He twirled a black coin between his fingers, his gaze far off. His black shadow wings stood out against the snow, marking him as a Dark Faerie. The small necklace around his neck with the odd celtic knot at the end marking him as the Dark Faerie prince. He sighed and pocketed the coin, turning to his necklace. He laced his fingers around it and squeezed, closing his eyes. He could ehar everything. And yet nothing. The only sound there, was the silence of the snow as it fell to the earth.

Thought I'd get involved in another RP, I was looking and the tirle of this one grabbed my attention, not sure why...

Name: Dryac

Age:19

Appearance:

Personallity: Dryac is a fierce warrior, he cannot age, as since his 18th birthday his aging was halted completely by Posiedon, he wasn't sure why, but he used this as an advantage until today, he wasn't completely sure what his main goal was in life, but he just wandered from one battle to another to p*censored* time.

((Sod it, I'll start.))

Dryac was walking through a rather large area of barren land, just out of a mighty battle, he slew an army of thousands of mighty warriors single-handedly. "Now, just to see if I can find a way to the next city, I really am lost... HELLO!?! ANYONE THERE!?! I COULD REALLY DO WITH YOUR HELP!!!"

(( I already started, Reu. Maybe you can take the setting from my post and insert it into yours, considering I set the whole setting for the RP.

(( Middle of winter, December 24, barren and ruin filled land, fantasy creatures present. )) 

((Kk wolfmoon, kewl, I re do a post now then, lol.))

Dryac was wondering through a city now, he wasn't completely sure where it was he was going, he was just trying to find some people to become allies with, as after what had happened to the world, allies where the best thing for him. He saw a church without a roof not to far ahead, he decide that may have people in, that always seemed to be where people went. He started jogging towards the church, his mighty sword in the sheath on his back, a sword that nobody apart from him could use, not even the gods.

Rosaline walked through the woods, a walking stick that was the last gift her parents had given her was clenched in her right hand. It was intricately carved with swirling designs, the knob at the top the likeness of a beautiful rose. How very fitting. She hiked up the always icy slopes of the hilly area, cringing every time a howl or squack escaped the dense surrounding trees. She finally arrived safely at the ruins, the only thing that showed she had braved the forrest trail being numerous scratches on her legs from the thorny undergrowth. The frigid air chilled her, and she was glad for the decrepid walls that shielded her from the howling wind. She saw Chris, another one of the abandoned children, siting at the alter, looking at his scraped and bleeding hands. Everyone was afraid of Chris for some reason that she did not know, and the mystery of why sometimes detered her from his company, but she was not fearful of him unlike everyone else. She walked up and sat by his side.

"What happened?", she asked, looking at his injured hands, wondering if she could find something to wrap them in so that they would heal faster. She enjoyed helping people, and hated to see anyone in pain.

(( You know, you could just edit your older post. It's kingdom. Did you read ALL of the first post, Reu? )) 

Chris didn't jump or react to her being there. "No..." He said softly. "Their already healing..." He whispered. his voice was hoarse, as if unused. The bleeding had stopped and the edges of the wound was indeed already scabbing. He sighed and closed his eyes, m*censored*aging the back of his neck. He felt his scar and he stopped, opening his eyes halfway. His hand still covering the cross like scar on his neck. He turned to Rosa. His eyes were a wolf amber. They pierced through her. It was as if he could see right through her. A thought crossed his mind. It was the one that always nagged him. Was he really a human?

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Lero watched Chris and Rosa. He cocked his head slightly. More human children. Then he sniffed the air and his nostrils flared. His eyes widened and he stood up, fear shooting down his spine. That boy was not human. He thought. Yet how come he looks human? He thought, confused slightly. He sighed and sat back down. But he shifted nervously. He couldn't ever remember meeting one of that boy's kind since many years ago. A good reason to forget that encounter as well. He lightly touched a crescent scar on his neck. It seemed to be burning slightly against his skin.

((She goes by Rose, not Rosa. =P ))

Rosaline looked at his hands, confusion in her eyes. How did they begin healing so quickly? She shrugged off the question, knowing that it was probably a silly one. she watched as Chris began to rub the back of his neck, but he stopped, his hands remaining in place. He looked at her and she froze, staring into two inhuman amber eyes. They seemed to penetrate her very being, and she knew she should have been afraid. In a way, she was frightened by this boy whose history was known to no one. But she couldn't help but feel sorry for him, for he had no friends, and was often seen by himself. It was a horrible thing to be alone on this island. The creatures here had already killed more than one of the kids who had been sent here. And it was hard wired into her personality to help others and make friends with those who had no one to call their friend. But his eyes... They were beautiful in a terrible sort of way. Like a tiger, or a vampire, or a wolf...