welcome,
MAIN MENU
Season & Time

Summer
Feb 10th - Mar 23rd

02-17-2018, 03:25 PM
pack pages

                       

Resources
explore OOC Members Search Calendar Open Threads
guide Guidebook/Rules Biology Stars Sparring & Judging System
statistics Points History Cradle - Grave Legends Char. Contest
references Religion Hunting Healing & Herbs Prize Page Staff Donate
Open Cbox
Disclaimer
By using the chatbox you agree to the rules described on the Rules page under the Chatbox section. Have fun. :)

doutaini map

Map of Doutaini

Credits
Summer Icon © Kennaleecat
Current Layout Image © Sparrow
Map Drawing © Doodle
Coding © Tempy & Doutaini Staff
Original Content © Kaji & Crux
Characters © Their respective writers

Users browsing this thread:
1 Guest(s)
Borders barren hillside-
Posted 02-11-2018, 11:35 AM |
Evangeline
Rogue
Female, 2.75
Meso-fighter
33" in, 105 lbs
0 ep
© vio
dusk matches the languid curve of her feminine frame; the constellations moving overhead in a lazy dance. stars assisting the tempo. the crane bursts into existence. white fringes and sharp talons. reminscent of something like grace - just too vicious. too much intent behind of speedy flight. but she still moves swiftly, limbs strong and steady beneath her. ( one day she'd take flight! ) the youthful press of her lips together summons a hum within her throat, calmed. but those of her upbringing knew nuaght what calm could be. growing up to throwback rhythms and mournful cries of those lost. yes - evangeline knew of spirits and the gods. knew of the magic that could build in your chest. ( wasteland men. tramp women. ) she comes close, closer to the borders. merely the thrum of electricity pauses the crane. poised, midnight eyes lidded silently. there was life to be found over the golden hills - a goddess's glory unseen by the mortal eye. not yet perhaps.

...

Seacca



[ Reply ]






Posted 02-11-2018, 02:17 PM |
Storm
Seacca
Storm Alpha
Female, 6.50
Ectomorph
35 in, 83 lbs
532 ep
© sea
WE TOUCHED THE SKY AND TOLD PEOPLE IT WAS FORETOLD.
stars lace the skyline in gentle purity. it is the time of year that the stars usually descend, usually fell to the earth and drown mortality into their spell. fingers trace over her wrist, following the veins and the fragility of her figure in its older form. she remembers an old folk tale, that the stars carried with them spirits of lives lost. do their eyes pierce down, even now? she melts from the horizon, seeping down to meet the stranger she's heard at her borders. the shadow so iconic to these hallowed steps is decked in silver and reaped grey. megalith, if she stands still but too long, she might slip away to the dust that so endows her now. conserved, she sweeps before the youth. the young woman is cast in ethereal and terrible beauty -- let the storm bound find their marks. she reclines back, ease of movement a trademark of the feline commander. welcome. she offers curtly, gaze regarding the woman with care and steadiness. the sheer ice of the thunderstorms above traces the lines of the dame, but her voice does not stretch forward like so many others might. she is comfortable with the chaste silence, by far more interested in what she can offer to quench the jaws of quiet.

Evangeline




[ Reply ]






Posted 02-11-2018, 04:29 PM |
Evangeline
Rogue
Female, 2.75
Meso-fighter
33" in, 105 lbs
0 ep
© vio
she is not left alone for long. a contrast against her pale beauty, but matching in their conductivity. shadow and grey light, a flash of blue as the shadows make way for a dark empress. evan's midnight gaze turned to the yellow gemmed woman, her own breast bare. ( as it's always been. ) a part of her wanted to swell with a large wave of curitosity. hello. evangeline greeted gently, ears flickered back into her skull. perhaps with defensive ease, or merely too much catiousness. ( was that a thing? ) where is here?

...

Seacca



[ Reply ]






Posted 02-14-2018, 06:55 PM |
Storm
Seacca
Storm Alpha
Female, 6.50
Ectomorph
35 in, 83 lbs
532 ep
© sea
WE TOUCHED THE SKY AND TOLD PEOPLE IT WAS FORETOLD.
fingers could unfurl, could reach forward and touch what they cannot hold; sentinel of the mount isolated. breath could penetrate the shadows that drape across her, could divide the fog that distills shapes into their simplest forms. but silence is her calling card, her bridge across the realms that could set her free. her facade breaks somewhat to revel in the simplest of questions, manifesting in a slight grin. gaze racks back to the shadowed valley in a swept motion, as if to ponder her question. the answer is summoned like a written amendment, a sole truth by the tongue. IT'S CALLED THE LIGHTNING VALLEY, she offers, before noting the lack of voracious storms in the sky. she refocuses back to the woman. I AM ITS ARBITER AND COMMANDER. she adds her name as a side note, an artist's signature to identify the collection of a soul in a neat package. I AM SEACCA. WHO ARE YOU?

Evangeline




[ Reply ]