 Deep in the snowy land of Lecia, the town of Kiriad dwells in the shelter of a lonely mountain. The humans and kirians live and dwell together quite nicely, trading with the artic elves now and then. Kirians are snow leopard people. |
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| Nightfall, a Kirian and some human, woke up from her bed in her family's home. Everyone had gone to work for the day and let her sleep in. Again. They had been real gentle with her since sha had been return to them as a frozen leopardsicle, and it was starting to get annoying. She was lucky to have more Kirian blood than human, she would have died in that ice. She got up and made breakfast for herself. |
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| - RAVL-0937 - It was still midday. A silhouette of a person can be seen approaching the town of Kiriad. Even if perceived from afar, the incoming person's eyes glowed brightly. The person wore a fur coat over his/her body. Must be because this particular person isn't well suited in this climate. This was a common sight among visitors due to the weather that the mountain has. "Entry. Requested." A voice came from the said person. The guards didn't mind much about the visitor thus they allowed entry. But, the moment the person passed through the gates, one of the guards noticed the fur clothes that the visitor wore. "Hey, isn't that Kirian fur?" One of the guards asked in a very hostile tone. "You've got guts coming here wearing that!" "Kirian. Eliminated. Protect self." the visitor replied. "You, MURDERER!" the guard was now furious and lunged straight towards the visitor and swinging his lance. The visitor quickly turned around and locked the spear's movement by blocking the side without a blade using its forearm and slipped it under its armpit. Without making the assaulting Kirian bat his eyelash, the visitor thrusts the fingers of its free hand into the Kirian's chest. The moment that the Kirian's heart was within the grasp of the visitor, this person, without any shred of mercy, grasped the heart with its bladed fingers, mincing it in the process. The assaulting Kirian, now dead, fell onto the ground bringing down with him the fur coat that the visitor was wearing. What the others saw was a fair-skinned doll with blood splattered on its face. "Protect. Self." the doll repeated as it went back to 'at ease' position. |
D-FifthJun 7, 2011 6:05 AM
Must stop procrastination...later... |
| - RAVL-0937 - After killing off a dozen or so guards, it finally started hiding. The final order given to it by its master was pushing its AI to go into hiding. The AI inside it was ordering it to locate what it came to find in this place : A friend of its creator and master. Dodging and running around the entire town while being undetected, it finally arrived at the location it was looking for. It entered the building and started looking for a certain person. As it was scanning the area, a large bulky human blocked its path. "Hello there, little miss." the human said. "This here's bar isn't for little girls. It's also a members-only admission today, too. There's a test to pass and that's getting through..." It didn't even bother letting the human finish. Its fingers were now digging through the arm of the human. "Entry. Requested." A voice came from the doll. "Sure, sure...just release...grip..." The doll let go. Not because the human begged but because it got the approval it needs. After walking a few steps it went back to the human that it encountered and grabbed the other unwounded arm wounding it in the process. "Dwight. Kreuger." the doll said those words as it cocked its head to the side. "No, I'm not Mad Dwight. He's upstairs. Being weird, as usual." the bulky man was now shaking. He was now in a situation where, if he doesn't answer, he's bound to lose an arm. After the human answered the doll, it let go. He finally started to run farther away from the doll. As for the doll, it wandered around, looking for a staircase. |
D-FifthJun 10, 2011 6:35 AM
| Must stop procrastination...later... |
| Nightfall finished up, taking her gear and going outside, the crisp chill of the morning still lingering in the now afternoon sun. |
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| She headed towards the gate. What others, except her closest friends, did not know was that she was planning on leaving the city... again. She would go to the outpost then to another destination the only think was the timing. On her walk, she stopped by the Fretcher stalls. Frechers are creatures that run on two large legs (think the starwars hoth creatures they rode). They are able to stand the icey tempuratures of Lecia like camels in the desert. She walked into the community stalls, walking to the one she had been regiven when she got home, her old Frecher died 90 years ago but the yearling they gave her is still warming up to her, she wouldn't be able to ride him until he did. |
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| - RAVL-0937 - After an hour of searching, the doll was unable to find a staircase leading up. As it's AI finally decided to stop searching since it's losing enough energy, it decided to just destroy the the ceiling of the floor it was in. It jumped up and ripped the upper floor's floor apart and thin climbed up. It was now standing at a corridor of the upper floor and continued its search. |
| Must stop procrastination...later... |
| ((nice place to start I have the perfect entrance. Can the stables have several floors since its a community stable, Id think itd be best.)) "He won't come to love you if you keep staring at him." Ferin comes down the ramp from the second floor holding the reins of his Fresher and leading it down to the first floor near Nightfall. "Try brushing him," and he tosses her the brush he owns. |
| - RAVL-0937 - The town of Kiriad, frozen and cold. On a certain tavern, a doll with orders of elimination was on the move. A part of the tavern's second floor wall was ripped into shreds as a bloodied Kirian was thrown out. From the direction of the throw, a silhouette of a girl wearing a 1-foot tall sandal was visible. "Dwight. Kreuger. Eliminated." the doll's speakers sounded as it leaped up into the air and landed atop the dead Kirian plunging its bladed fingers into it's heart and activating its needle skin, ripping the skin of the Kirian in the process. "Next Target." the doll stood up, kicking the carcass of the Kirian to shake it off from its bladed fingers. "Rhianne. Artolia. Veinline. Lincoln. aka. Mother." |
| Must stop procrastination...later... |
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