dansemajik
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OOC: A fantasy srp. For anyone who wants to join. Shadow dweller, of any race, any planet, any type, are welcome as Lila takes her journey into the land of shadows. I think this could be fun...who wants to danse?
IC:
The story had been told to her countless times over the years of her life. She looked about her at the group of men and women, some older than time, others just at the brink of life. She was in her mid twenties. It was her turn to take the stick. The creature would come to her this night, she would become the watcher, the shadow walker. The things she would see, the people she would meet were part of who she was.
Shadow Walker
©
The light shifts, always changing
Never beginning never ending
It is shades of gray, and black
Melding, mixing, becoming more
Walking among it is like being in a fog
A deep mist that swirls leaving a
Cool dampness on the skin
Not uncomfortable, not quite pleasant
Always accompanied by the creature
At his side who blends in with the shadows
All that shows is the amber glow of his eyes
He guides the man, who is master?
Carrying no map, using a single flame
For a torch, he wanders in the shadows
Searching for the answers he seeks
And acting as guide to those who are lost
He is gentle, in his wisdom as he
Guides us through the shadows
Not asking questions, but revealing answers
Teaching us how to interpret the shades
Let him live long and love well
As he is the shadow walker
The one who knows, the one who accepts
He knows the shadows, let him show you.
Lila, part human, part shadow creature, created solely for this purpose. The time is 2076, the earth is inhabited by creatures that are human, part human and no where near human. The land is seperated by the mountains, the fissures in the earth, and by invisible boundaries that forbid entrance on threat of death.
She turns from the fire, and looks into the darkening sky. Everyone looks upon her, her long black hair, that falls to the middle of her back in a single braid. The leather pants and vest. The tatoos circling her arms telling their tale of who she is. Her gray eyes that are tilted, shaped like large almonds and edged with thick black lashes, look over her people. She will do her duty, and keep them safe from those who dwell in shadow.
IC:
The story had been told to her countless times over the years of her life. She looked about her at the group of men and women, some older than time, others just at the brink of life. She was in her mid twenties. It was her turn to take the stick. The creature would come to her this night, she would become the watcher, the shadow walker. The things she would see, the people she would meet were part of who she was.
Shadow Walker
©
The light shifts, always changing
Never beginning never ending
It is shades of gray, and black
Melding, mixing, becoming more
Walking among it is like being in a fog
A deep mist that swirls leaving a
Cool dampness on the skin
Not uncomfortable, not quite pleasant
Always accompanied by the creature
At his side who blends in with the shadows
All that shows is the amber glow of his eyes
He guides the man, who is master?
Carrying no map, using a single flame
For a torch, he wanders in the shadows
Searching for the answers he seeks
And acting as guide to those who are lost
He is gentle, in his wisdom as he
Guides us through the shadows
Not asking questions, but revealing answers
Teaching us how to interpret the shades
Let him live long and love well
As he is the shadow walker
The one who knows, the one who accepts
He knows the shadows, let him show you.
Lila, part human, part shadow creature, created solely for this purpose. The time is 2076, the earth is inhabited by creatures that are human, part human and no where near human. The land is seperated by the mountains, the fissures in the earth, and by invisible boundaries that forbid entrance on threat of death.
She turns from the fire, and looks into the darkening sky. Everyone looks upon her, her long black hair, that falls to the middle of her back in a single braid. The leather pants and vest. The tatoos circling her arms telling their tale of who she is. Her gray eyes that are tilted, shaped like large almonds and edged with thick black lashes, look over her people. She will do her duty, and keep them safe from those who dwell in shadow.