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Alright, I guess I’ve really had enough with things.
Ali and the others have long since slipped from me and I can’t get ahold of them no matter how hard I try. They ran their course, albeit very short since this blog is only what, a year or two old? I don’t remember..
Anyways, I just can’t keep forcing myself to write a muse that I no longer have. No matter how much I love the thread or anything. I’ve drained myself out of them and I just can’t keep doing it anymore. Not to mention there’s just been some shit that I’ve been dealing with personally/privately that I’ve grown sick and tired of.
Everything is too distant now for me to really be able to participate in anything without feeling like I’m intruding. Which is a feeling more on me than anyone else. Its life and I gotta fucking deal with the fact that I’m stuck far too back in things to feel comfortable anymore when bringing Ali around for anything.
All that being said, this blog will be turned into an archive from now on.
I’m not going to give up rp though. I’ll probably be making a blog for four ocs of mine from the comic I’m working on. Whether or not I’ll announce it here when its made is undecided.
Other than that, I do have my personal blog and my new Skype that very few really have. (Literally just 4 people.) I’ll be giving my skype contact to a select few though. You may ask for it if you want but I am allowed to deny giving it out. Nothing personal against anyone honestly.
Alright, I guess I’ve really had enough with things.
Ali and the others have long since slipped from me and I can’t get ahold of them no matter how hard I try. They ran their course, albeit very short since this blog is only what, a year or two old? I don’t remember..
Anyways, I just can’t keep forcing myself to write a muse that I no longer have. No matter how much I love the thread or anything. I’ve drained myself out of them and I just can’t keep doing it anymore. Not to mention there’s just been some shit that I’ve been dealing with personally/privately that I’ve grown sick and tired of.
Everything is too distant now for me to really be able to participate in anything without feeling like I’m intruding. Which is a feeling more on me than anyone else. Its life and I gotta fucking deal with the fact that I’m stuck far too back in things to feel comfortable anymore when bringing Ali around for anything.
All that being said, this blog will be turned into an archive from now on.
I’m not going to give up rp though. I’ll probably be making a blog for four ocs of mine from the comic I’m working on. Whether or not I’ll announce it here when its made is undecided.
Other than that, I do have my personal blog and my new Skype that very few really have. (Literally just 4 people.) I’ll be giving my skype contact to a select few though. You may ask for it if you want but I am allowed to deny giving it out. Nothing personal against anyone honestly.
Alright, I guess I’ve really had enough with things.
Ali and the others have long since slipped from me and I can’t get ahold of them no matter how hard I try. They ran their course, albeit very short since this blog is only what, a year or two old? I don’t remember..
Anyways, I just can’t keep forcing myself to write a muse that I no longer have. No matter how much I love the thread or anything. I’ve drained myself out of them and I just can’t keep doing it anymore. Not to mention there’s just been some shit that I’ve been dealing with personally/privately that I’ve grown sick and tired of.
Everything is too distant now for me to really be able to participate in anything without feeling like I’m intruding. Which is a feeling more on me than anyone else. Its life and I gotta fucking deal with the fact that I’m stuck far too back in things to feel comfortable anymore when bringing Ali around for anything.
All that being said, this blog will be turned into an archive from now on.
I’m not going to give up rp though. I’ll probably be making a blog for four ocs of mine from the comic I’m working on. Whether or not I’ll announce it here when its made is undecided.
Other than that, I do have my personal blog and my new Skype that very few really have. (Literally just 4 people.) I’ll be giving my skype contact to a select few though. You may ask for it if you want but I am allowed to deny giving it out. Nothing personal against anyone honestly.
Mack hadn't meant to lose the others but it had been dark and he had been slow. So he headed towards the nearest source of light, which happened to be a large mansion. He timidly knocked and hoped that the person living there was nice. //Hello//
Ali gave a soft groan in response to hearing a knock echo through her home, stirring her from the light sleep she had managed to fall into. Her eyes cracked open and glanced around the area to take in what was going on before she got up and started moving.
Her mind was exhausted and she was still slightly shaken from the events of earlier. Was it earlier? How long had it been? Questions she decided to not bother with.
Soon the door was open and the huntress was staring at the visitor who had knocked. Odd for someone other than a friend of hers to be out this far into the forest.. dangerous too.
“Hello..” She greeted, inwardly grimacing at how tired she still sounded, “Can I help you with something?”
“It’s hard to believe how quiet it gets around here..” Ali murmured to herself as she quietly stepped through her home. Only to stand before one of the many windows on the second floor. Staring out at the darkened forest that laid itself around the location of her home.
“It's hard to believe how quiet it gets around here..” Ali murmured to herself as she quietly stepped through her home. Only to stand before one of the many windows on the second floor. Staring out at the darkened forest that laid itself around the location of her home.
Within it lurked creatures that called the shadows their home. Waiting for a willing soul to step out and be claimed as a new victim to their aggressive intentions. The huntress knew better of course than to wander out so late on her own with the rest of her friends gone for the time being.
The promise of returning by spring ran through her mind over and over again. Replaying Firefly’s words like a broken record as a reminder to her unsettled mind. For the moment, everything seemed normal for her.
Peaceful almost...
Just as her thoughts were about to finally settle down for the night, a loud noise echoed from outside. Making the woman tense with a sharp intake of air. It was hard to tell what in the world it was but it seemed to be some guttural howl of sorts. Like whatever creature was making the noise seemed to have its throat ripped out at the same time. Forcing itself to make some sort of noise when there was no possible way it should be able to.
A chill ran down Ali’s spine as she slowly stepped away from the window when the noise sounded again. And again, and again. Each time getting longer and louder while it traveled along the winds through the trees.
At first she was unsure that she wanted to know just what was making such a godawful sound. Yet before she could try and tune it out, a familiar voice rang through her mind.
‘Scared are we, my little bird?’ Venom dripped from each word as they were spoken. A gentle, soothing, yet hateful tone that the huntress was able to recognize instantly by now.
“I don’t want to hear it from you, Spirit.” She spat back, “What even.. is it..?”
‘Mother, of course.’ Spirit answered flatly, ‘And by the sound of it.. she seems to want to see you.’
“See me..? For what?”
‘A fight, obviously.’ Spirit huffed, ‘You’ve had me for so long that she probably feels as though its time for her to face you. Seeing as you are now a rival Guardian in her territory.’
A small frown crossed Ali’s face at the thought of fighting another guardian, an older one at that. By now she knew the fight she had with Spirit was mere luck- luck that she wouldn’t have now.
“I can’t-- I can’t fight her.” She mumbled, “There’s no way..”
‘Then you can die by her claws and let me be free’ The voice stated, ‘Plus, you’ll finally get that rest you’ve been wanting for oh, so, so long..’
While the thought of letting herself succumb to whatever awaited for her in passing. Ali knew that her friends still wanted her around. It would be selfish of her to simply leave the world like that and abandon them.
“What happens if I win?”
‘You’ll gain her powers and take place as Guardian then.’ Spirit explained, ‘I doubt you’ll be able to though. Plus, you’d be giving up a lot to become Guardian too. Your loved ones will be in eternal danger if they choose to stay by your side and when they leave, you cannot follow them.’
“Great.. good to know that either choices are going to be horrible.” She groaned. Moving to retire to her room for the remainder of the night.
♝ - "My love, how long have you been keeping these scars from me..?" Concern Strife is concern, and wants to kiss all of them away.
Ali tensed up slightly at Will’s question, frowning as she tugged on the sleeve of her hoodie. She had always been so careful about hiding them from others. More so to avoid questioning looks and rumors about them but a lingering hate of them was buried deep in her too.
“Ah.. they’ve.. well..” She stumbled over her words as her gaze drifted elsewhere. Unable to look at her partner at the moment. “They’re just.. mostly from past mistakes of mine. E-Errors in little fights and tasks I had gotten myself into over the years. I ah- didn’t think it was necessary to bring them up at all..”
Perhaps that was partial truth. For there really were only two scars on her body that really did have a deeper reasoning for them being there. One of them blended so well with the others while the other.. well- at least it was beautiful to look at if it was to be seen.
♝ - “You have looked into philosophy as well?” A rather soft hum to the lady beside him was kept as conversation between them, and them alone. Matter of fact, he had bothered to lean down just a bit, as not to arise any eyebrows in their direction, but only for the sake of creating a small, figurative shield around them both.
Parvis seemed to be keeping his distance moderately behind Will, checking for signs of disturbances or anything that could potentially be a problem to them all. Otherwise, he seemed nearly as a kid behind the all of them - being he was far shorter.
“I may have dabbled with it when time has allowed me to.” The woman responded casually. Glancing at the man following beside her as she spoke. “Of course I had much more time for it in my earlier years before I had to take over the business.” There was a small shrug given before she removed the cigarette from her mouth. Exhaling the last cloud of smoke from her lungs as it was discarded.
“Why do you ask?”
Ramsis seemed rather quiet as he followed alongside Parvis. Knowing well that Ali would rather her space for now since she was speaking with Will for the time being. Though with the blond’s hazed eyes, it didn’t look like he was paying much attention at all.
((Whatever those anons were saying is stupid and wrong and should be ignored. I missed you, friend, and I was glad when you came back, and I'll miss you again if you leave. But if you need to, do it. Whatever they were saying doesn't sound like something you should have to deal with. *hug*))
Believe me friend, I’ve been trying my best to ignore them. But because of my stupid mental ass, its really hard for me to do. bUT HEY THATS MORE ON ME THAN ANYONE ELSE SSSSSOOOO WHATEVER ON THAT ASPECT sahioasfhio
tbh I don’t want to leave and I turned off anon so hopefully the hate will stop. But at the same time I just feel out of place since my absence and I’m too scared to ever approach anyone for anything.
“But Spook, its silly to be afraid!!”
Yeah, yeah, I know it is and that everyone is nice and probably more than happy to rp with me. Bbbut??? I just?? Can’t get rid of that fear??? Believe me when I say I’ve gone so far as to even force myself into the inboxes of others. Which always turns out horrible because then I end up having some sort of breakdown of sorts because aGAIN MY MIND WONT SHUT THE FUCK UP.
I don’t wanna leave and I really do love my characters but at the same time it just feels like there’s no point in me being around.
Idk man.. but thank you for your words though. I appreciate it.
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