#riverlostamongtheclouds

[frostbitfun]

@riverlostamongtheclouds asked for a starter!

❅— it was just a normal day for Jack, spread some snow, pull some pranks, spread a little fun, maybe visit with his friends later - but then he heard the low rumble of a growing storm. pale blues looked up to watch the clouds, feeling the snowflakes brush past his cheeks. so much for visiting with the others - though, if he wasn’t careful he might end up a target of lightning if he flew off in the wrong direction...

“what way you headed there, friend? and how big are you going to get...?”

[the-nightmare-king]

"Happy holidays, Pitch! I made you something!" River holds out a handmade black scarf. "I don't know if you can really use it but I didnt really know what else to get ya." The small storm spirit gives a sheepish smile. -riverlostamongtheclouds

@riverlostamongtheclouds

The shade beams down at the little rain spirit he had taken in so long ago. It was true the Christmas season was not the Boogeyman’s cup of tea, though how could he deny River the happiness of seeing Pitch in their scarf? Gods only knew how long it must have took the other to make this. He picked up the woven garment with care and wrapped it around his long neck. With his stature, it must have taken River weeks to knit the length required for the shade. 

Pitch smiled, picking up the end of the scarf and examining it with care. “I must say, I’m rather impressed with the craftsmanship of this, River. You did an excellent job.”

A part of him cringed, however, at the thought that he hadn’t exactly prepared much of anything for River. Though in his defense, he hadn’t expected much of a celebration.. 

[thedarklingprincess]

"It was an accident!" -Riverlostamongtheclouds

Send me “It was an accident!” and I’ll generate a number:

5. Your muse cut a decent gash on my muse’s leg

(Actually had to reroll)

Jade shrieked, collapsing on her side as she clung to the wound, poisonous black blood oozing from her wound as she whimpered and sniffled in pain. “F-fuck, fuck fuck fuck it hurts so bad, it hurts so bad!” she cried, holding the wound to try and stop the bleeding without much success.

[riverlostamongtheclouds]

Tired little River

[riverlostamongtheclouds]

(School has started and I have like 2 hours of art class so I'm back to doodling a lot.)

[immxrtalcoil]

It would've been much quicker to simply use the shadows, but considering all the traffic from other Nightmares and Fearlings Lilith didn't want to risk weakening the wards. So she slipped through one of the entrance's of Pitch's lair herself and started to walk a distance away to be on the safe side. She planned to collect on Pitch's offer and keep possession of Jaxon to minimize the risks of the events, and had a decoy doll on hand to switch with the real one. She didn't think to be wary of any surroundings. Why should she? She didn't expect anyone except for Pitch and other helpers to be nearby. @riverlostamongtheclouds

[riverlostamongtheclouds]

Something`s not quite right....

Weeks, even months spent in quiet solitude was the norm for the young spirt as they flew with the large storm banks they found safety in. However now and then they would break away from this normal routine and take to a town. They would explore and take in the sights, occasionally even take small trinkets no one would ever even notice missing. This time proved to be very different in a way. As they watched a small group of kids make their way down the street they noticed one off to the side looking longly at them. They child had sort messy hair and seemed like all they wanted to do was go and join the others. Even when the young one looked as if they might leave the porch and try to catch up a voice of a women screamed from inside the house. With great reluctance the kid went inside and did the corse as they were instructed to do.

River`s heart went out to this small one, seeing much of their own living self in them. It was this day the spirit of storms decided to take up watching this kid to try and keep them happy. As the weeks passed River would leave the small trinkets they took on the pillow or bed of the kid, sometimes with little notes to make them smile. It was on one of these night River had just come back from a flight to the closest place that manufactured a little doll the kid seemed like they really wanted. Everything was normal and seemed fine until they got closer to the house and noticed some odd movements from inside. Through the window River could see into the kid room where something just flat out seemed wrong. In a slight panic they darted forward and just as they were about a house length away from the window they saw something or someone leave with what looked like the kid. Not giving them self proper time to think thy rushed after whatever it was that had taken the child they`d chosen to help.

The spirit stayed slightly behind to keep from being detected but still close enough they could see where it was the other was going. It wasn’t to long before they saw the unknown entity enter a lair that they, still not think right, flew right for. They hit something invisible and flew back slightly with a pained grunt. “A barrier..?” With a cautious hand they reached out and felt the invisible force that was blocking them once again. Finally having stopped they though this all through. Something was very wrong and someone was taking kids. They had to get to the bottom of this and help not only the kid they watched over but any more who might have been taken in by whoever was behind all of this.

[winterfrostguardian]

Closed RP - riverlostamongtheclouds

A light sigh escaped the winter spirit’s lips. He turned his gaze upwards, blue eyes slowly opening to look at the star-filled sky above.

It was quiet up here -- something he desperately needed right now. He had been rather restless earlier back at the Pole, pacing the floors and searching for rooms to get away from all the noise as once again too many thoughts were swirling around in his head.

He couldn’t focus, and after hours of trying he simply retreated back into the cold, open air - where everything was still and the only sounds you’d might hear were the quiet chirping of crickets. He headed high into the clouds where the wind was his only company -- playfully tousling his white locks and bringing a soothing breeze past his form.

The corner of his lips quirked up into a slight smile and he closed his eyes once again, feeling the uneasiness slowly fading away as he let the wind carry him wherever it had desired. Minutes passed of the boy simply sailing along, before a sudden crack of thunder distrupted his peaceful state.

His brows furrowed and he looked ahead, seeing a large grouping of clouds quickly building up and growing taller. There was a bolt of lightning shooting out between them, followed by another loud crack of thunder.

Oh, great, a storm. Just what he needed.