Stars fading

Cadence Nolan || 22 || Elemental Hybrid water/dreamscaping “IN THE STARS I PAINT MY DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES...

[corey-nolan-blog1]

PSA FOR STARTERS ON @bloodshedfalls RP

so everyone is aware

here’s the IP address of the anon I was sent, which, FACT, is that of the main blog. SO HEADS UP GUYS, YOUR ADMINS SEND ANONS TO THEIR MEMBERS. In the first screenshot you will see the anon message, In the second it on activity and in the final two you’ll see the ip address and location of the anon message. Last one is the moment my blog was visited when I told them to unfollow. 1 minute after I told them to unfollow, to be exact.

Now according to the dash at the exact time and in correlation to the blogs who followed me at that time; one of two things happened here considering those blogs are all the same mun, as follows below.

Flynn/NZST: Lyra Carmikael, Bailey Hudson, Bishop Danes, Jordan Darius, Mackenzie Hale, Vienna Kincaid, Mace Wyler. Jericho Kane

only one other person was online on that exact time was an admin, same location geographically. I’ll continue later. 

Admin Scarlett/NZST: Carter Carmikael, Eleanor Drake, Drew Kingston, Brooke Marshall, Grace Sheridan, Fletcher Swan, Christopher Talbot, Braxton Martel, Joshua Williams.

See the issue there? Because I do. This is just the first post of many.

[cade-nolan-blog]

Chance: I can't find it anywhere.

Chance: Whatcha up to?

Chance: Um...

Chance: I didn't interrogate nor insinuate, nor implicate.

Chance: Guilty conscience, Sister?

Cade: I'm sorry. It's cold too.

Cade: Browsing aisles of yarn. You?

Cade: Never guilt only reason. It's cold.

[cade-nolan-blog]

Chance: Coulda sworn I left it on my chair.

Chance: ...are you busy or something?

Chance: You're being short.

Chance: Not short vertically, even though you're fun-sized, but just...short. With words. Short words. Little ones.

Cade: It wasn't on the chair last I walked past the chair.

Cade: Nope not busy.

Cade: Maybe you're just being tall?

Cade: Tall with suspicion. Big with interrogation. Mighty with insinuations and implications.

[shiftercam-blog]

“That is sadly true yes. I’m sure you’ll find something though.” He said with an encouraging smile. “Oh can I have one too?” He asked with a chuckle.

[cade-nolan-blog]

She smiled and nodded hearing his question. “Definitely. What’s you favorite color? And....just the hat and scarf or do you like mittens too?”

[jonathan--drake-blog]

Jonathan stayed perfectly still and quiet for another minute, seeing the hunter turn off onto another path but he didn’t say anything, just to be safe. Another few minutes passed, seeming like an eternity before his arm dropped and he stepped back completely. “You’re alright?” He voice was still low, concerned for the other, keen eyes scanning her to make sure she wasn’t hurt.

[cade-nolan-blog]

Eyes followed the hunter as he stalked the woods, too close to them, before he eventually wondered off and it felt like hours of standing still to be safe before she felt the man release her and step back. It was a moment still before her mind caught up enough to move again, scanning the trees with her eyes warily before his voice called her attention back and she turned to him. “M’fine. You? Do they hunt witches too?” She asks.

[cade-nolan-blog]

Chance: Do you know where my hoodie is?

Chance: The black one with the little pink skulls & crossbones all over it?

Chance: Also what's for dinner?

Cade: No.

Cade: Nope.

Cade: Sushi

[sashakovalenko]

     Given Mireille’s nature, most would assume she’d enjoy the sight of someone getting tortured. However, after more than three hundred years, things like this didn’t really get to her like they used to. She was more so turned on, if one will, by fighting against someone who would give her a challenge. The chase was half the fun, after all. “From behind and without consent.” The words caused Mireille to laugh, before she began to step in closer. “Well, I’m not really one to condone anything done without consent. Unless, of course, it’s necessary, but this is hardly necessary.” That was when she got even closer. “This however,” Mireille then looked up at the attacker, catching his eyes with hers, “is. — If I were you, I’d let her go. Now.” Surely the girl would ask questions, considering the compulsion would cause him to just walk off, without so much of a fight. But it was better than snapping one’s neck and having her witness something brutal like that.

[cade-nolan-blog]

Her eyes didn’t leave the woman as she moved closer, studying the vampire. She found herself questioning then if she was better left to this man’s hands or if the bigger threat was the woman in front of her. No doubt a vampire was a bigger threat but whether she was to Cade or not....she didn’t know. Her eyes moved away from her as she anticipated the shift in her eyes, familiar with compulsion enough to know it was coming just by the woman’s stance but just as quickly as she gave her orders she felt the grip lessen on her throat and moved to create space between herself the man. The dazed look on his face was obvious and he turned to walk away. “Matter of opinion on what’s necessary, I suppose. Saved me from accidentally killing him but that’s only because he caught me before dinner.”

[jonathan--drake-blog]

“Quiet.” Jonathan hissed at the girl, lowering his grip to shoulder as he pulled her back into the shadow of the trees when a figure passed a few feet away. The shifter leaned in enough to speak in the quietest of whispers and still be heard. “No noise.” The was a glint of metal in the light cast by the moon and stars, enough for him to have identified the man as a hunter. Jonathan might have taken care of him had he not spotted the girl nearly crossing in the man’s path.

[cade-nolan-blog]

Her body was tense but the moment she heard the man’s voice in her ear and felt his hand moving to her shoulder and she relaxed more in recognition, doing as he said. Her heart was pounding in her ears though still, swirled eyes moving in the dark to sound of steps and she tensed all over again seeing the gleam of metal but she didn’t dare move seeing the hunter and how close he was to them, her hand moving back to the man’s side to grip into his shirt. 

[shiftercam-blog]

“Well that sounds pretty good to me. I’m sure you’ll be able to find a decent job. You definitely have the qualifications for it. Don’t fret, it took me about 6 months to get the job I have right now.”

[cade-nolan-blog]

“Being qualified hardly matters anymore with jobs, or so I hear but.....I’ll find something. Until then I need to keep myself busy but I’ve yet to come by ‘fun’ in this town so.....I’ll be knitting a million hats and scarves and mittens and handing them out.”

[mercernatalie-deactivated201701]

     “Couldn’t even think of your own sentence to end that? Come on I expected more out of you. You were doing well up to that point.”

[cade-nolan-blog]

“Are you drunk right now? You’re staggering. Also completely talking yourself in circles based on my conscious state. Surely you’re not that bored but I don’t know how to slow my brain down for you to keep up with what I’m saying so continue your treacherously slow pace without me.”

[chance-nolan-blog]

She knew they were both missing home, missing their mothers and she knew it wasn’t the same without them here,without the showering of love they gave them every single day, and the way it seemed doubled on their birthdays. Looking at her sister now, she saw her smile, knowing it was genuine but knowing the hurt behind it too and she reached gently to touch her arm, brushing over it softly before she moved to tuck her bottlecap in her pocket with the one Cade had placed there. Watching her move now, she gave her safe distance before she followed after her, kicking off and lowering her body to keep her balance and to speed up before she kicked her foot into the tail to jump the curb, landing smoothly just behind her sister. Chance kicked faster then, catching up to Cade and  bringing her right foot up to plant on the board, facing her sister thanks to opposite stances, for the moment at least and she held her beer out to her, reaching for a little toast as they rolled down the street.

[cade-nolan-blog]

Kicking hard with her left she planted it on the board as she reached speed, pausing to take a sip of her beer. She missed home but she liked being away in some ways too, knowing it was time for that and the possibilities she had to explore with her sister by her side, she wouldn’t trade that either. Cade knew they would visit family, that family would visit them and that they wouldn’t ever be away for long so now she tried to enjoy the night with Chance, another year under her belt. She didn’t feel any older but she supposed that feeling came in time when she one day wondered where all the time had gone. Looking over at Chance she smiled seeing her gesture to her with her bottle, reaching to clank the glass before taking another sip and kicking off harder, the downhill grade of the pavement bringing her a little lower for balance but she loved this road and the way it curved and twisted downward through neighborhoods. They each had a series of shortcuts they liked to split off and try, always trying to see who could reach meeting points along the way first, cross-streets and parking lots just to zip through to another shortcut. 

[chance-nolan-blog]

She whispered a thanks to her sister as she grabbed the door for her, nodding with her answer as she saw Cade slip the gum tin into her pocket and a smile twitched at her lips, moving outside and letting her board fall to the patio. Her left foot held it in place as she let her sister grab a bottle first, reaching for her own before she slipped the rest of the pack into the bag and closing it. “You wanna take it or me?” she asked, the music low in her ears but keeping her mind busy as she repeated lyrics she knew in her head, taking a look around to the clear night sky and the almost-full moon as she placed both feet on her board and cracked open her beer. “After you, birthday girl.” she said, smiling a little more and gesturing to the whole wide world in front of them, the gate that was open from where she’d come home earlier and she grinned a little more before she took a long sip.

[cade-nolan-blog]

“I got it.” She answers, carefully holding her board steady under her foot as Chance zipped the beer up in the bag and then she slipped the straps over her shoulders and pulled them tighter, switching her bottle into opposite hands a few times before she twisted the cap and tucked it in her pocket for later. She liked doing things with them. Hearing Chance’s words she’d almost forgotten, so weird being here and not where their mothers would be overly excited about it being her birthday and loving on her incessantly, things she missed and things that made her throat tighten a little but she smiled for Chance, genuinely, always one to smile and make the most out of everything she could. She had her sister right now, they’d spent the morning talking to their mother’s on the phone and video messaging and now...she wanted the beer and the joint. Taking a sip she smiled and jumped on her board to take off down the ramp, the gate open from earlier and she hunkered a little lower for balance and speed before she hit the bottom and jumped off the edge of the sidewalk out into the street.

[wyattclaire]

Walking onto the scene, Wyatt slowed to a halt. She looked from the man to the girl then back to the male. “You heard her - let her go.” She got nothing but a smirk curling on the male’s lips. That made her blood boil. Holding out a hand, aimed at him and not her, she started muttering an incantation, praying to her ancestors that it worked.

[cade-nolan-blog]

Her eyes moved feeling another heartbeat at close range, careful knowing if she wasn’t focused she’d hone in on that sound and pushed her mind harder to separate the girl’s beat from that of the man with his grip tightening, him forcing air from her throat and making her eyes darken before quiet mutters pulled at her focus and she knew instantly the girl was a witch, the man behind her clearly not for the way he relied on only his strength to fight her. Hunter maybe, but in that quick processing of thought she felt his grasp lessen around her neck from the girl’s incantation, Cade pushing back hard against him to speed that along until he dropped to the ground gasping and then she turned to him, quickly backing up her stride away from him to create space and muttering under her breath reminders of who she was, who her mothers raised her to be. It was the only thing keeping her from killing him but he’d be smart to get out of here before everything her mothers taught her after that lesson kicked in and left him dead in the streets. “Thanks.” She collected her thoughts enough to look to the girl.

[cade-nolan-blog]

[callista-carmikael]

“Bravo!” She cried out, clapping her hands together with pride. “To tell you the truth, I had you pegged as the loser of that fight, but after a thousand years I should know to never discount the skinny bitch. Truth is in this town, no one is quite what they seem to be but you’re–” She tilted her head, listening to the sound of the girl’s racing heartbeat. “Human. So hunter or witch, what are you?”

[cade-nolan-blog]

Her boot didn’t move from the man’s throat until his eyes rolled back into his head, looking to the blonde with eyes lacking surprise at her words. “People never taught you that assuming is often wrong?” She muses, canting her head at the vampire, judging by her lack of a pulse she assumed as much. “Takes a skinny bitch to note the skinny bitch.” She adds, the blonde more slender than her own build but she figured her being dead had something to do with that. Hearing her question what she was she almost chuckled, but she was more interested in why this vampire gave a single fuck about what she was. “Label me a witch.” She answers, swirled eyes dark and watchful. “Add ‘raised by vampires’ if it makes you happy.”

[callista-carmikael]

Callista heard the threat faintly, throughout a couple walls, and perked her head up instantly. She loved interrupting tense situations, loved seeing how it would play out, so without another thought, she grabbed a bag of candy and walked to the site of the conflict. The two looked at her, confused, and she waved her hand. “Carry on. Just pretend I’m not here.”

[cade-nolan-blog]

Cade felt the man’s head turn in confusion to the company and she ignored her completely, slamming her boot back into the man’s knee cap as her arm hooked back around the man’s neck to pull and throw him over her shoulder to slam his back into the pavement, her boot just as quickly on his throat. Her family’s element latched onto his blood, fist clenching to hold it in her control. “Touch me again and I will turn you into a puppet and walk you into traffic.” She felt his strength try to push up from under her boot but her but she pressed harder, hand calling his heartbeat lower to black him out until all movement and fight in him ceased.

[cade-nolan-blog]

The arm wrapping around her throat from behind had her body tensing, the sound of her heartbeat drumming in her ears but she was more focused on the sound in her ears that was blood of the other, living or animated dead; she heard the sound. “I'm only going to tell you to let go of me....once. Consider that it.”