OoC; Roar sorreh gaise I have been all workworkwork lately I'll type something quickly nao XDDD Oh also Milo, I guess I can say welcome to the roleplay? :3

Yah Yoshay~ We should all nabb each others drawings of our charas and stick them up in the first posteh XDDD I'll steal something form Wolfeh's artsy file and upload that if she has something >83 Shh don't tell her XDDD

Anyway i shall read your posts then post something

OoC: Neh can't posteh now no time I will tomorrow though. Oh and Yoshay might like to know. The other Fera's names are: Blaise (teh tall red head one) Leilos (the silent short haired one), Lupe (the Shade-like one) and Asinth (the superior idiot who attempts to seem mysterious but fails greatly at it.) Then there is Halm who is a... uh something...

(I just did something and this got pasted into the post XDDDD I don;t know how I did it but I did XD)

Ooc: Haii Happy :) Yeah, I'll write something now. I'll edit this XD

OoC: Ah, I've kinda been all worky lately too. Finally got actually started on a research paper that was due Thursday. Last Thursday. x3 After four hours at the library, I can't stop thinking about volcanoes. Venus has some nifty stuff goin' on. *nodnod*
Oh, oh, and some lady at the movie rental store mistook my asking for Twilight as asking for a toilet earlier. xD I've had such fun with that since it happened. Wrote about it in the blogs. Hurr.
Ooh, a Mousehpost. ;O *suspensage* Haha. Now we have Wabbit, a Wolf, a Mouse, and sometimes (rarely) a Kitten. xD Guess I get to be the fictional dino-thing that doesn't quite fit. 8D Hurr. I should stop spazzing and try to write something too.. That silly Knivesy needs to stop falling. Yer not Alice, dood! >(

Ooc: Okeys. And thankies Yoshi, now I have a good idea of what to write xDD Oh and I'm going to change the girl's name.

Starlett realised that someone had seen her so she slowly stood up, wiping her torn dress. "Hello?" she whispered. She was very scared. She walked towards the body but stopped quite a bit away. "Who are you?" She shivered in the cold.

Ooc: I don't get how you guys can write so much. o.o I can't think of anything else :c

OoC: Hurr. I couldn't think of anything for that slight.. clackity noise. xD Butanywai. Now to actually give you somethin' to read, m'dear.
Oh, and I meant to say this before but don't think I ever did.. 8DD Berello! In humanoid form! I was just wondering about that in school the day you posted that, too. xD I wanted to see what a 'Rello really looked like. And now I finally know for sure why he's a Kioka, too.
Also, I'se been trying to draw Hurjad. Not entirely sure if I'm getting the Kentracha form right, but I'm having fun with it anyway. xD 'S kinda spurred a sudden liking in snakes.
Ohay. A Mouseh posteh'd too. ;o I'll have to think of somethin' for Woofwood as well. He's actually pretty fun to play, now that I'm giving him some of his own time.. And hurr, I guess it's a habit that's developed. xD Back when we started, a lot of our posts were pretty darn short. Like. Two-liners.

Knives narrowed his eyes into the darkness below, trying to make out something in this blackness, something more than his own feet. But even blinded by an abyss that threatened to become quite a bit more at any moment, it was unmistakeable to the Plant that his target wasn't too far off, from the sounds that had just arisen - a shriek and a dully resounding crash, then nothing once more. Apparently, the ground wasn't far either, and the owl had met it full-force.

Even after bracing himself though, Knives didn't fare much better. Were the rock beneath him perfectly level, he'd have landed squarely on his feet. But rather than having it so simple, he ended up falling right onto the steeply-rising side of yet another column - his square landing became instead a short skid and a long tumble, with the Plant trying hard as he could to reclaim control throughout.

Soon enough, with every attempt failed, every momentary foothold slipping down and every clawing blade sliding aside, Knives' fall ended almost exactly as the bird's had. He slammed onto the rock below, pain searing through his left shoulder as it received the first hit. Several knives lashed again out of his arm for a moment, clashing together as they reached for the sky in an enraged flurry.

And a few moments later, the world was finally still again. "Damnit.." Oh, how his body protested his attempts to get up. He shook like Hell as he forced himself to sit up, and every movement brought a surge of pain, especially in that shoulder. With a brief look at his hand, Knives could see that his skin there couldn't even decide what to be. Numerous metallic points and tiny, distorted feathers poked up all over it, giving what he would have called the strangest sensation he'd ever felt, if not for the pain overwhelming it. Damn, he felt terrible. And it was such a foreign feeling.

(Hm.. I'm tempted to go on, but I think I'll leave it there. x3)

"What?" The girl spoke so quietly that Wolfwood could barely hear her. She looked terrified as well, although he really couldn't blame her. Not only was she all alone in the desert, clothed in nothing but a ragged-looking dress (or at least, I'm guessing she is x3), but she also had a total stranger walking toward her. And despite being a man of God, Wolfwood definitely wouldn't imagine himself to be the friendliest-looking of saviors. He probably seemed more like he belonged at a funeral than at a church, with his black suit and ever-gritty appearance. Actually, he probably did belong more at a funeral.

Amidst all these idle thoughts, the priest considered leaving his weapon behind to keep from scaring her. But hey, a little too much caution couldn't hurt. Even kids could be monsters sometimes; Livio had definitely shown him that, all those years ago in the orphanage. Wolfwood grimaced at the thought, before shaking his head and returning his attention to the girl, who still stood in place a few feel from him.

"Well actually, I was wondering that about you," he replied simply, watching the girl. It was almost unbelievable just how pathetic she looked, like an old rag tossed to the wind and left to be buried in the sands. And.. "Wait a minute. Are you shivering?" Wolfwood sighed. The wind was chilly in the absence of the twin suns, but it didn't seem that cold. She really needed help..

"C'mon." He finally set down the oversized cross and extended his hand to her - hopefully a good enough offer, despite how rough and calloused it was.

OoC: Hurrr, the new one :'D roaroaroaroar. I need tah draw more ofetn. Lately I've had no time (says the one who had an art exam last week for two days lolololol0lolol n00b) Ho dood. I need to upload pictures of my new fursona XD I haven't been drawring break times lately either >8C yus so. my grannies gone to the baff (I'm living with my gran now btw o 3o) she'll be ten mintues, then imma have a baff and write mai posteh while in the baff. Imma start a bit now though |D

And homai. Wolfeh's siggy is spazzin' out XD It's quite funny~ It's just not playing the whole animation, the result: the wrestler on the floor's leg is twitching XDDDD s'really funny XD I might fdrowin in igglesnorts o 3o

BiC: Halm frowned. What was this man doing? It seemed strange having someone holding her, but warm. Halm hadn't felt warmth for a long time. Her uncertain frown was soon turned into a smile. Her smile was the best she could manage to look friendly, though it was still slightly distorted. Feeling a need to move, she stretched her wings outwards behind her. Some feathers fell out of her already thin and scrawny wings, how she would achieve flight with them was a mystery.

As Ces moved fowards, a sleepy Shade (has suddenly appeared! 8D *shot*) slipped off the wolf's back. Looking at Ces now, Shade could see she was feeling slightly, awkward? That's when she thought she had guessed something, she grinned triumphantly to herself. At that moment Vash's friend, who was apparently a priest if you were to go by the huge cross he was lugging around, announced he was leaving. Shade's trail of though ruined, she turned to watch him leave, while listening to his commenting on the smell of blood? Shade hadn't realised untill now, he was right. Her stomach lurched as she took in the smell, then came the sudden urge to leave with the so called priest. She ignored that, deciding it was best to stick with everyone else, even though the smell was horrid.

 OoC: All I have time for o 3o I'll post something for the Fera and The Doctor later, after school. Yus I left my computer on sleep all night ._. anyways, it's photo day for us year eleven's D; *fail*

Mousey~ My charecters ar all ooold XD I have a nine hundred year old time lord, the Fera are all forgetful of their age (because I haven't decided their ages ._.) but Shade is roughly 108, Blaise is 226, Leilos is slightly older being 234, Asinth then is 365 and Lupe is roughly arou 600 yeard old. Halm, no one knows ._. Oh and Lucy... I forget how old Lucy is, she's around 17 right? XDDD

OoC: xD Try using Souly or something. Didn't you say that temporarily helped you with Ces' outfit? Or mebbe you could commission someone, yus? If I recall, Nias said Flash did wonders for Shade's clothes.
... Varying ages I guess, Mouseh. xD Several of them are old, but they look relatively young.. Wolfwood's pretty well opposite, since he's probably only a little older than yours, but looks like he's in his late thirties. Lucy's probably in her early twenties, and does actually look it. xD And I'm.. not really sure about the Fera. o3o Not even Shade.
Hm.. Does all this cursing bother you? x3 I s'pose I'm using it mostly to keep in-character, but suddenly it seems that so much of it might be a bit overboard..

Wolfwood couldn't help but smile as the girl finally took his hand, which swallowed hers like.. Well, like a hug from Vash, he supposed - just maybe not so ridiculously enthusiastic. Never in Hell would he say it aloud, especially to that spiky twit, but if there was anything that brought out some hidden warmth from under all that grit, it was children. And even though she wasn't really a kid, her youth made her seem.. innocent.

The priest knelt so that he'd be right at her level. Oh, how dirty his pants were going to get with all this damned sand - why did it have to be so everywhere? - but he tried to ignore it. And idea had dawned as he realised he still had the buckle-covered cloth that usually concealed his gun in his right hand, alongside that still unused match. He cast down the match, aggravated that he still hadn't gotten to smoke, then swept the cloth around the girl. It wasn't much, and all those clinking buckles would probably start grating his nerves soon, but it would definitely be better than that old dress.

"Name's Nicholas D. Wolfwood," he replied warmly. "What's yours?"

OoC: Agh... Not really very good, and I feel kinda weird playing him not being all.. angry, but. x3 I gotta go.