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ph_logs2025-12-07 07:09 pm
redlightgreenlight) wrote in ph_logs2025-12-07 07:09 pm
Like a Poem Said by a Lady in Red
Who: Valdis and Open
What: Still trying to deal with Life
When: December
Where: Paradesium and around Pumpkin Hollow
Warning(s): In Headers
Hold Me in Your Heart Tonight | backdated to November 1st | Closed to Max
To be added
In the Magic of the Dark Moonlight | Paradesium | Open | CW: TBD
Her house stands empty without any word given to Fever, Erik, Crichton, Cassandra, Lina or Mulcahy, not even CT has been made aware of anything but for the fact that there is someone else currently directing the Constables. Quiet rumors fly about a black beast in Paradesium, hunting the larger fauna, elusive and difficult to track, but there are many dangerous creatures wandering Morrow Isle and few dare venture out to the depths at this time of year. Those who do speak of an ill feeling whenever they see the creature that lessens the more distance they give it. Sometimes eerie howls that send chills down their spines and fill their hearts with fear can be heard, but the offending animal is difficult to pinpoint.
Venture into Paradesium at your own risk.
[ooc: This is a good place for short threads with encounters and brief conversations that later CR can build on. Valdis will not be harming any that venture into her hunting grounds, and if they happen upon one of the many aggressive creatures that live there she will actually protect them.]
Save Me From this Empty Fight | Paradesium | Edgar and Daisy | CW: Blood, Violence, Depression, Self Harm, More to be Added
The bodies stay just as well as the wounds opened by every fight, vanishing with the various curses of both her own and Morrow isle, but the trail of death she leaves in her wake can be easily followed by the strong scent of blood. The sense of the Hunt and the End fill every breath she takes, along with the misery, the stranglehold she has on her humanity, trying to deprive it of what it needs to survive. Others are allowed to feel, can take out their emotions on the things around them, can drown their misery in drink, can talk to their loved ones without breaking.
Not her. No. She must drown in her own refusal to feel, must make her internal pain external. The creatures here are large, they fight back with tooth and claw, scoring bloody wounds deep into her flesh. That pain is far more acceptable. Just as the killing of those creatures fulfills her desire for vengeance, to rip and tear and End over and over again without a worry for those she cares for. They are far from her rage and sorrow.
Her bloody head lifts from her most recent kill, nostrils flaring as familiar souls approach. Her blood mixed with that of the large, horned beast she had just taken down, matting in her thick, black, filthy fur. There is nothing elegant or graceful about the Hound now, she looks ragged and thin, what can only be described as unhealthy.
Who dares to approach?
In the Game of Life | Pumpkin Hollow | Open | CW: TBD
To be added
What: Still trying to deal with Life
When: December
Where: Paradesium and around Pumpkin Hollow
Warning(s): In Headers
Hold Me in Your Heart Tonight | backdated to November 1st | Closed to Max
To be added
In the Magic of the Dark Moonlight | Paradesium | Open | CW: TBD
Her house stands empty without any word given to Fever, Erik, Crichton, Cassandra, Lina or Mulcahy, not even CT has been made aware of anything but for the fact that there is someone else currently directing the Constables. Quiet rumors fly about a black beast in Paradesium, hunting the larger fauna, elusive and difficult to track, but there are many dangerous creatures wandering Morrow Isle and few dare venture out to the depths at this time of year. Those who do speak of an ill feeling whenever they see the creature that lessens the more distance they give it. Sometimes eerie howls that send chills down their spines and fill their hearts with fear can be heard, but the offending animal is difficult to pinpoint.
Venture into Paradesium at your own risk.
[ooc: This is a good place for short threads with encounters and brief conversations that later CR can build on. Valdis will not be harming any that venture into her hunting grounds, and if they happen upon one of the many aggressive creatures that live there she will actually protect them.]
Save Me From this Empty Fight | Paradesium | Edgar and Daisy | CW: Blood, Violence, Depression, Self Harm, More to be Added
The bodies stay just as well as the wounds opened by every fight, vanishing with the various curses of both her own and Morrow isle, but the trail of death she leaves in her wake can be easily followed by the strong scent of blood. The sense of the Hunt and the End fill every breath she takes, along with the misery, the stranglehold she has on her humanity, trying to deprive it of what it needs to survive. Others are allowed to feel, can take out their emotions on the things around them, can drown their misery in drink, can talk to their loved ones without breaking.
Not her. No. She must drown in her own refusal to feel, must make her internal pain external. The creatures here are large, they fight back with tooth and claw, scoring bloody wounds deep into her flesh. That pain is far more acceptable. Just as the killing of those creatures fulfills her desire for vengeance, to rip and tear and End over and over again without a worry for those she cares for. They are far from her rage and sorrow.
Her bloody head lifts from her most recent kill, nostrils flaring as familiar souls approach. Her blood mixed with that of the large, horned beast she had just taken down, matting in her thick, black, filthy fur. There is nothing elegant or graceful about the Hound now, she looks ragged and thin, what can only be described as unhealthy.
Who dares to approach?
In the Game of Life | Pumpkin Hollow | Open | CW: TBD
To be added
no subject
"How much time do we have?"
How long can he resist the call, how long does she have to say goodbye?
no subject
"I um. I was also hoping you could deliver a couple of letters for me, too."