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towerofanimus2012-10-23 11:08 pm
iron_infidel) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-23 11:08 pm
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Please will you lend an ear, it might be the last thing you do.
Characters: Signless and anyone he happens upon!
Setting:October 23rd and onward. Anywhere in the Tower, you may pick.
Format: I'll match you
Summary: Signless unfortunately didn't get up to his candy quota and has been turned into a raging candy red bear. As described here
Warnings: Potential Character death, blood and violence.
[It had finally caught up to him. The candy collecting had taken his toll and he has allowed the costume to take him into the eternal slumber, one would call death. However it was not as eternal as one would have hoped. He had returned not as he once was. A vicious urge to preach and let others hear his word had come to him. In addition he was granted claws, fangs, the fur he kept form his original costume was now stained candy red and piercing arrows invaded his flesh. Red blood stained his cloth and mass, only leaving a bloody trail as he walked down the halls of the tower, trying to find anyone who would be willing to listen to his tale.
In the moment he took a short breath and came to lean against a wall. He left a bloody hand print as he pushed off from his resting place and continues onward. He must spread the word of equality, surely all would lend an ear and well if they didn't...he would let it be their last decision.]
Setting:October 23rd and onward. Anywhere in the Tower, you may pick.
Format: I'll match you
Summary: Signless unfortunately didn't get up to his candy quota and has been turned into a raging candy red bear. As described here
Warnings: Potential Character death, blood and violence.
[It had finally caught up to him. The candy collecting had taken his toll and he has allowed the costume to take him into the eternal slumber, one would call death. However it was not as eternal as one would have hoped. He had returned not as he once was. A vicious urge to preach and let others hear his word had come to him. In addition he was granted claws, fangs, the fur he kept form his original costume was now stained candy red and piercing arrows invaded his flesh. Red blood stained his cloth and mass, only leaving a bloody trail as he walked down the halls of the tower, trying to find anyone who would be willing to listen to his tale.
In the moment he took a short breath and came to lean against a wall. He left a bloody hand print as he pushed off from his resting place and continues onward. He must spread the word of equality, surely all would lend an ear and well if they didn't...he would let it be their last decision.]
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The cries of my race grow stronger everyday. The highbloods repress and break those from the lower caste and spread lies of uncertainty to the low bloods. They treat them as subordinates and those of unworthy cause. Using their abilities only to satisfy their own selfish desires. Even within the confines of the imperial ring does her reign twist and abstract order amongst those of her similar caste.
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Of course, should the troll make skin contact with him, he'll find that he won't be able to speak any longer.
The boy himself can't really hear what's being spoken to him, as he's fading in and out of consciousness.]