forum Magic Can Hold A Family Together, Right? (CLOSED)(Stalkers welcome)

Started July 03, 2019 by @Painted-Iris group

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Maylynn ran as fast as she could, her once Pearl white wings that are now, blood stained and muddy, dragging on the ground, tears stung her face as she ran barefooted through the woods, tripping on broken branches and sticks, thorns and rocks, running as fast as she could away from the village. She had to get away from them…. She hit her foot on a big rock, falling down hitting her knees on broken prices of glass, her arms and her face banging down on a few other rocks.
Sobbing miserably, her short hair sticking to the sides of her face, she crawls near a tree and sits beside it.
please help….

His heart pounded in his head like the sound of drums announcing his demise. “All I wanted was a strawberry. That is the only reason i went into town in the first place. Why did I have to help that little girl?? Why am I such an idiot?! I should have known better!” The thoughts of regret flood his mind. Swiftly he dodges the many obstacles that this labyrinth of a forest holds. “I don’t know how long I can go on like this!” Just then he spots a small river and dives in as deep as possible. After waiting for what felt like an eternity he resurfaced and surveyed the area. “Not again!” He mumbles to himself after spotting a distraught girl sitting underneath a tree. “No Asher! You are not letting yourself do this again! That’s how we got here in the first place remember??” But after more examination he realizes that it is not just any girl. “Are those…wings?”

Maylynn heard a crash of water sounding in the distance, which made her jump a little. She slowly manages to stand up, her limbs bleeding along with her nose. She wipes the hair and tears from her face and looks around cautiously, holding onto one of the lower branches for support. Her skirt was ripped, along with the nice green shirt she had on, with a splatters of bloodstains.
She had been whipped, beaten, and cut, some of the feathers on her wings were ripped off viciously. She just wanted to see her little brother….but once she found out he was beaten to death, she was caught. She was trapped in the same cell that her little brother had died so terribly in, as she was beaten also. For three whole moons, she was kept there, when she finally got done with mourning, she found a way to escape. So there she stands, a girl, beaten, battered, and bruised, holding on for dear life, hoping no one would find her, but she was afraid they had come back to finish what they had started.

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Lata was currently moving in the complete opposite direction as the two who were currently having their own encounter. The girl smiled at the willow tree, thinking of her fellow mage friend she had met. She was in another dimension with the others though. It still frustrated her as to why she couldn't stay and help. Sitting at the base of the tree, she sighed. A glowing ball of magic appeared in her palm, growing in size only to split into three and each forming the appearance of three different people. One a female, just a bit older than her, glasses sitting on the bridge of her freckled nose, the other two, men. They both were of adult age, but one was responsible for the group's closeness. It was the shorter man, having cat-like features and clear blue eyes. He was like a father to her. The last person was tanned with patches of lighter skin and tattoos running up and down his body. He was like a stubborn older brother. Very stubborn.
Gods, she missed them.

Levi had a camp on the outskirts of town nestled in the dark between two big oak trees. He glanced up from the fireplace at the sound of something—or someone—rustling through the trees and shrubbery. He narrowed his eyes in the general direction of the sound. After extinguishing his campfire to a mere pile of embers, he shifted into a grey-muzzled black wolf to chase after the rustle in the trees. He kept his nose close to the ground as he tracked the faint scent. His muscles ached from the elderly wolf-form he’d taken on, but it was sure better to take advantage of the heightened sense and smell—and intimidation factor. He stopped near a willow tree where the scent led, but seeing as a girl sat at the base of it, he stopped a few several paces away. He panted heavily, out of breath from the travel.

Lata let her magic fall quickly, turning her head towards the sudden noise. Someone was here. And by process of elimination, it wasn't someone she knew. It took her a moment to suddenly see a wolf that was panting a great amount. It was dark as ink with the exception of it's snout. She slowly got into a crouched position and took a good look at the creature. Did it have bad intentions, it would have attacked or at least not have given away it's location. So it was likely another magic user of some sort. Hopefully.
Were they like…?
Shaking away her thoughts, she put her hands out in a sign of peace.
"Um… hello?" she said, voice increasing in pitch. With the decreasing amount of people using magic, she wasn't about to make another enemy.

Maylynn looked around some more, that's when she sighted a head poking out if the water. It looked human to her, yet different. She let out a tiny shriek as she scurried away as best and as fast as she could. She found herself in a cold, dark and moist cave. It was more like a hole in the ground than a cave, but it was big, with a tiny stream flowing through it. She quickly drew a circle in the ground, with a few symbols around it, then one inside if it, a little lantern appeared in the middle, after saying something to herself. She held the lantern up, looking around, lizards and spiders swarmed the walls, the ceiling dropping water. She sets the lantern down in the wet floor, and looks around. She scoops up some water from the stream with her cupped hands, trying her best to wash of all if the blood and dirt. Her wings were broken beyond repair. She was devastated…. She loved roaming the skies freely alongside the birds, dancing with the wind. She would never be able to do that anymore,
"I might as well cut them off… They're going to get in the way if I can't use them…. "
She says out loud, yet to herself. Her soft voice echoing through the cave.
She slumps down, leaning on the cold wall of the cave, getting out piece if glass, getting ready to do the deed, she stops, yet another tear, trickled down her face, falling on her wet hands. She didn't want to let them go… But she didn't want any if this to happen and here she was.

Name: Daniel John Black (Danny)
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: Mythical Blood
Magic used: The magic of Death. He also has the ability to teleport things including people and himself with his Scythe and turn invisible with his cloak.
Appearance: Buzzed sides and a curly top of black hair. His eyes are almost black with streaks of grey running through them. He wears his cloak for important things but often seen with normal clothes. Although Danny is not pale, he is not noticeably tan either. He is slightly muscled.
Personality: Loves to joke and is light-hearted, but when he is angry or serious there is no joking with him.
Other: He is not actually Death, but he is the Descendant of Death. Danny can pass as a normal human but his Scythe and Cloak normally give him away, along with the black smoke that sometimes gathers around him on command or when he is anxious or surprised. Being the Descendant of Death means he cannot be completely killed, but he can be crippled and in severe pain.

Danny lands on all fours from a cloud of black smoke just outside of Maylynn's circle, gasping and shaking. With his Scythe in his right hand and his Cloak draped across his back, he gives a sigh of relief to be away from his tormentors. He lay there quietly for only a moment, then looks up to take in his surroundings. He is behind Maylynn and notices her quickly. When he does he freezes, and more black smoke surrounds him until he notices her ragged wings. He lets out another sigh of relief. He clears his throat quietly, and then again louder.
"Uh… heh, excuse me, ma'am. This is the forest, right?" He says, his voice very rough like he hasn't had water in a long time.

Maylynn, shaking turns around, to see the behind in front of her. She stumbles, and trips away, falling into the water. Quickly reaching out her hand, a golden symboled circle forms at the palm of her hand a a knife shoots out if it, right for the being. It missed by a hair, she aimed it wrongly once again in her panic. She falls back trying to scurry away into the darkness.
"please don't…. Hurt me"
She starts sobbing once again. She's been through enough, fear, grief, trying to escape humans. She didn't think this being was a human but they looked like a threat. Her wings and clothes now soaking wet, she curled up in a ball, her wings trying to shield her body. She felt so helpless.

Asher let out a sigh of relief as he watched the girl with injured wings scurry deep into the forest. His conscience could rest for now. Though that was the only thing he could let rest. “I have to keep moving or they might find me again.” He whispered to himself as he emerged from the water. He began to make his way through the forest. Every turn seemed to lead to a path looking the same as the one before. But suddenly he saw something different. It was a small girl with brown hair and what seemed to be a wolf of some sort. “Why the heck is this place so populated?! I’ve only been here for an hour and I’ve already seen 3 living beings!!” All at once he realized that maybe this girl was in danger! “Should I save her?? But the wolf doesn’t look like it wants to attack her. Ugh! I should have stayed in the water!” He muttered to himself.

(Sorry! I was at work)

Levi took a step closer to the girl, sniffing the air as he caught his breath. He lowered his head but kept his ears perked with interest. Did she know he was magic? He softly woofed in return and lowly wagged his tail, it sweeping across the dried leaves and brush. He blinked, hoping to come across as docile as possible without truly revealing his boy-form.

(No prob! I just couldn't reply without you haha)
Lata's eyes widened a tad at how tame the wolf seemed to be acting. The question now was if he was simply an animal allowed in by the magic of the woods or was some sort of shapeshifter. She slightly hoped it was the former, having always wanted a familiar of some sort. She was about to ask the creature a question before hearing more rustling from the bushes. Hearing a voice, she summoned an illusion of a knife in her hand. It may not have been real, but the stranger didn't know that.
"Who are you?" she asked in a interrogative tone, taking a step closer. Her expression seemed to be a mix of weary and slight irritation. She softened her gaze to the dark colored wolf in assurance that she wouldn't harm him before looking at the newcomer.
"Please answer the question and I won't have to resort to conflict," she added in more of a commanding voice.

(Aha! lol)

The wolf’s attention turned to the newcomer, his head rising again with interest. Perhaps it would be best to stay as a wolf for now, just in case this girl needed protecting. Sure, it seemed she could hold her own, especially with what looked like advanced magic, but he couldn’t help feeling the need to protect a young one such as herself.
Or maybe she was like him and could only appear young—either way he decided to stay as he was. At least until the newcomer revealed themself. He lowly growled to the unknown.

Danny curls up in a ball upon hearing the knife whistle past his ear. His Cloak slides off his back and he drops his Scythe
"Don't shoot! Friendly fire! I-I'm like you. We are in the forest are we not?"
He whimpers and shifts into the fetal position. It's been a rough day for him. He only just managed to grab his belongings and teleport after the drunk guard mistakenly left his cell unlocked. Danny was smart and had been checking every night after the guards either went to go get wasted or fell asleep. He thought he had waited until everyone was fast asleep, but apparently, one guard had been slightly awake and almost caught him. Shards of glass bottles still dug into his sides. Although Danny was deathly afraid if he moved he would get shot at again, he heard crying and snuck a glance. He was sympathetic for the girl, who had obviously been tortured like him. He could see her ragged and broken wings.
"Are you… ok? I can wrap your wings or bandage your cuts and if you need it!"
He starts to try to move towards the frightened girl, only to feel the glass cut into his side more. He winces and lies still, trying to lie on his uninjured parts as much as possible.
"I could certainly use it."

Maylynn looks up wide-eyed, she slowly stands up and walks towards the being. Her wings almost limp, still dragging on the ground, she knelt down and looked at the glass in his side.
"I'm sorry… I thought you were one of them…"
She says in a quivering voice, she looks at his face then the rest of his body.
"D-Do you need help?"
She touched the being's shoulder, he looked almost like her… If he needed help, she would help him, even if she's injured.

Danny looks at her in surprise, then smiles warmly at her.
"All of my other wounds have mostly healed, but my side will not if the glass stays there. I would get it out and bandage it myself, but it's in a tricky spot."
He sits up in front of her and crosses his legs. He tries to turn to touch the glass himself, but winces and stops before he touches it. He turns back to her and sighs.
"How about this. You get the glass out of my side, and I'll help you with your wings. Dragging them around won't help them heal, will it?"
He gives a little chuckle then coughs, like even that was painful. He trusts the girl, for if he made it to the cave he had in mind he was finally safe. This cave used to be like a home for him before he was imprisoned.

Maylynn smiled a little, she trusted people easily, which was a flaw…but right now it was going to help someone.
"okay……I'll it out…"
She itches her hand towards his side, slowly grabbing the glass. She looks up at the beings human face, afraid he was going to hit her if she caused him pain. She quickly pulled the glass out of his side, wincing herself as if she could feel his pain.
"sorry if that hurt…."

Danny gasped as the glass was ripped out of his side and coughed violently. It darn did hurt, but he could feel it slowly healing now.
"No no, you're ok. It will heal now."
Danny turned to pick up his Scythe and Cloak again and turned back to study the girl's wings. He shuffled back around to face her wings and waved his Scythe. In a cloud of black smoke, a bunch of bandages appeared next to him. He picks them up and wraps her wings to her body, making sure they are settled right on her body and not twisted.
"It's not the best job, but it will do until we can find a better solution."
He shuffled to face her front again.
"I would advise you not to try to use them because that would twist them, and they will be sore."