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May 18, 2019 07:49:59

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An arcane circle flickers to life beneath Scarlette as the Ravenghast tilts its head back, hungrily swallowing the pearl whole.

The pearl was black as night.
Not in appearance, but at the core of its very essence.

Black were its memories.
Black was the hatred and envy behind it.
But bleak it was not.
It was anything but that.

Such a color could never be called vivid nor rich, but here it was. Dense with an incredible depth behind it. It felt so very alive, and burned with the desire for even more. Hungry like the Ghast itself, even it could admire this taste.

In this realm, her wish was considered beautiful and pure. In another, it would have perhaps been condemned as greed, but there was no such thing here. Desires of the heart were all that mattered, and so many came here with a misplaced sense of worldly modesty. Things that were lived and learned, and had ultimately held them back.

But Scarlette...
Scarlette was pure.
She was honest.

Her wish was unclouded, and so were the ugly emotions that swam just beneath it. Because she did not seek to deny herself, the raven magicks that had come together to weave her newfound life did not either.

They tied itself to the very fiber of her being, never to be removed. It intertwined beyond the soul--and to destiny itself. In this life or the next, so long as she held onto this greed and envy, this hungry feeling for sight, there would be little to stop her in her tracks. Her wish would follow her even again in the next life.

The smoldering grasps fell upon her like a thin, wispy veil. It covered her and soaked into her, seemingly vanishing from sight as it did so. Yes... she would have her way, but her mind was not ready yet, a second consciousness told her. It invaded the recess of her mind, as if to show her the way like a little devil perched upon her shoulder.

When she rested a single claw on the head of another... a vertical eye would split open and along their foreheads. It was a mixture of a pale, icy white with flecks of a scarlet unique to her. With all this, it was accompanied by a single dark, cat-like pupil that drew down its center. And that eye was hers.

She would see what they saw.
And know what they know.
...And for a time, suggest what they do.

They would be willing puppets a new mistress, unknowingly carrying on their lives at her behest. A show for their singular audience. At first it would only be one. Then another. Five, ten, a hundred individuals. As her mind grew to adapt, so would the quantity that followed until there was no end in sight. And if one fell? Simply replace it with another. But never overreach. At least, not until she was ready.

Would it be too obvious? Worry not. When these "Scarlette Eyes" go to flutter and close, it seems to fade, leaving no trace of itself; at least, until the next time they opened again for another terrible little peek, suggesting forth a new command. In the meantime, she would be able to quietly look on through their own eyes, unnoticed.

It would be difficult to resist Scarlette's Eye, but nothing was ever impossible.

...and the pact has been sealed (a known contractor has been added to the registry!).

Scarlette
@LunarParadox

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@RhythmSong @StarlitMoonlight @EclipseMirror

Last edited on May 18, 2019 22:06:48 by Viviwren

@Viviwren This is actually my first time doing something like this, but it looks pretty fun! Let’s see if I can do this... edit: it’s long, but I hope you enjoy reading it! [rule] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42011124] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/420112/42011124_350.png[/img] [/url] The pearlcatcher turned the glossy feather in his claws. Once, twice, three times. He seemed to contemplate for a moment, considering the magnitude of his choice for a mere second. The moment passed and time flowed on. He quickly stashed it away again. Without looking back at the spot in which he appeared, he pressed on into the fog. For now, he was alone. Though he was born into the Tangled Woods, he had been calling the Sunbeam Ruins home for as long as he could remember- it was the first thing he could remember. He didn’t know how he’d gotten there in the first place. Maybe he wandered too far? Maybe he ran away? Did he flee or was this all part of an adventure? It didn’t matter now. When he joined the clan, he was regarded as a troublemaker and a jokester. This wasn’t far from the truth- what, with all the pranks he would play with the young Spirals, there wasn’t a moment without some sort of thrill or excitement. Even the ever-stoic leader seemed to crack a smile at his antics. However, as he quickly learned, he certainly wasn’t taken seriously by the other members. They treated his pursuits and interests like some sort of a game. Frivolous, or simply a passing fancy. “How can he be entrusted with something so important?” He’d hear the whispers in the shadows. “He barely takes his own life seriously!” They thought they were safe from prying eyes, but they were wrong. He heard everything. He kept the playful and vain exterior, entertaining those around him still, but he kept his ears open and quickly learned whatever he was missing out on. He knew every little nook and cranny, the best places to hear and just the right way to get others talking. He heard every little rumour that left the mouths and entered the ears of his fellows; every heavy regret, dark secret and shameful admittance. Every piece of gossip was at his clawtips, just waiting to be used. He wouldn’t have had it any other way. He even began to make a name out of himself for the information he held. Those who wanted the source of such hastily whispered words would simply come to him and ask. They’d ask where he heard it, what had been said and how many people knew. They’d check to see if he was telling the truth. He never told lies- he may miss some things, but he’d tell them what he’d heard. He soothes nerves and foul tempers, gave reassurance and helped others to realise their worth. He also had the power to keep those who believed they were above the clan in check. All he needed to do was simply talk. It was certainly a good life. Well, it [i]was[/i]. The stricter members of the clan caught wind of his movements and his knowledge. He guessed it was simply a move to save their scales. If anything, it only showed their fear of discovery. Cowards. Instead of confronting him, they slowly went around the clan and whispered silently into the ears of others. One by one, people stopped going near him. Conversations would stop dead when he neared. The dragons would regard him with worry, eyes darting between him and whoever they were talking with. Even those he had made friends with seemed on edge around him. He didn’t understand what was happening. The only dragon who kept up the old relations was Quinn... despite their bickering, Shuke learned that the Imperial had a soft spot for him, trying to keep him safe from his own actions and the judgement of others. Unfortunately, his efforts weren’t good enough. Shukepoj still admired them though. Quinn was the only one who remained true to himself- and the one who told him what happened. They had spread their own rumours about the gossiper. Unlike his information, they had no basis. People still believed it though. They said he was hiding something. They said he was conspiring against the clan. They said he was taking advantage of them, learning all of their secrets so he could hurt them. They said he wielded dark powers. They said he could not be trusted. They said he was unfaithful. They said that he was looking for an opening to betray them. They said he was a Shadow flight spy. He couldn’t believe it. After all the time he’d spent with the clan, as one of the older members, they’d let him go over rotten information. They hadn’t even bothered to check if it was true. He tried to cry out. He tried to prove his innocence. He tried to show them that the ones who spread them were corrupt. No-one listened to him anymore. Quinn was the only one who remained with him, who defended him from falling further. It was odd for the rest of the clan. No-one else spoke up though. No-one. The choking fog carefully winded itself around his legs, around his tail and up his neck. It almost seemed to tug at him, begging him to stay back. Since when did he listen to anyone? Let alone some bad weather. Ahead, darkened and crumbling pillars broke free of their thick shrouds and jutted up out of the earth like broken bones. He was getting close, he could feel it. His pace quickened. His claws dug into the cracked earth and dying grass beneath his paws. The pillars and columns gave way to gravestones and broken markers. Dirt turned into moss and cobbles. A dark shape looked out of the fog ahead. So, how did he come to learn about the Ravenghast? Simple. He’d heard of them in his little information gatherings. The clan used to have a prophet named Selene, a pearlcatcher like him. Like him, she used to be of the Shadow flight; she left them a long time ago though. They were the only Pearlcatchers for a long time. He never had the chance to hear all of the stories, so she taught him instead. She liked to use the Ravenghast as a warning and a cautionary tale. She’d left for another clan a while back. It was just as well that she couldn’t see him like this. He often told the story like she did- just another story to scare the hatchlings into behaving, or one for a spooky night around a fire. As he began asking around and looking into the stories, he learned that there was more to the stories than simple myth. Tales of great powers and downfalls, reports of pearlcatchers appearing without their pearls, black feathers... the more he read, the more he became determined to find them. One night, he too was visited and woke up with a long, oily feather resting on his pearl. He needed this, badly. There was no turning back now. Not now. Shukepoj arrived at the dark wooden doors of the towering cathedral. He appreciated the detail and craftsmanship for a moment before he carefully pushed them open. Slowing to a careful tread. He took a second to appreciate the dust dancing through the air, suspended in slow motion. Weak light peered through the stained windows, bathing the floor in an array of colours. They all depicted various scenes of some sort of story. He’s no scholar though, he doesn’t know what they mean. The movement of chains breaks the silence. Snapping out of his brief daze, he turns his head towards the altar. The monstrous figure of the Ravenghast draws his attention and his breath. He felt a bit like an insect in the presence of such a huge and powerful being. He could feel the hidden eyes boring into his soul. It seemed to wait with a sort of... patient curiosity? Or was it morbid interest? Murderous hunger? He couldn’t tell. Approaching the carved altar, he lifted his pearl and gazed at his reflection for a second before he placed it in the dip. It fit perfectly. “Ravenghast, I wish to be able to hear all the secrets and whispers of those around me. I’m tired of being looked at with suspicion and I’m tired of the false rumours- I want to hear anything they say. Whatever information they carelessly spill? Even when they think they’re in safe company? I want to know it. They’ve hidden enough from me.” With one final look at his pearl- his life, his memories- he took his paw off the top and stepped back. He knew about the memory loss. Oh well. He hoped he could now make new ones, free of the past. [/center]

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@Viviwren
This is actually my first time doing something like this, but it looks pretty fun! Let’s see if I can do this...
edit: it’s long, but I hope you enjoy reading it!

The pearlcatcher turned the glossy feather in his claws. Once, twice, three times. He seemed to contemplate for a moment, considering the magnitude of his choice for a mere second. The moment passed and time flowed on. He quickly stashed it away again. Without looking back at the spot in which he appeared, he pressed on into the fog. For now, he was alone.

Though he was born into the Tangled Woods, he had been calling the Sunbeam Ruins home for as long as he could remember- it was the first thing he could remember. He didn’t know how he’d gotten there in the first place. Maybe he wandered too far? Maybe he ran away? Did he flee or was this all part of an adventure? It didn’t matter now.

When he joined the clan, he was regarded as a troublemaker and a jokester. This wasn’t far from the truth- what, with all the pranks he would play with the young Spirals, there wasn’t a moment without some sort of thrill or excitement. Even the ever-stoic leader seemed to crack a smile at his antics.

However, as he quickly learned, he certainly wasn’t taken seriously by the other members. They treated his pursuits and interests like some sort of a game. Frivolous, or simply a passing fancy.
“How can he be entrusted with something so important?” He’d hear the whispers in the shadows. “He barely takes his own life seriously!” They thought they were safe from prying eyes, but they were wrong. He heard everything.

He kept the playful and vain exterior, entertaining those around him still, but he kept his ears open and quickly learned whatever he was missing out on. He knew every little nook and cranny, the best places to hear and just the right way to get others talking. He heard every little rumour that left the mouths and entered the ears of his fellows; every heavy regret, dark secret and shameful admittance. Every piece of gossip was at his clawtips, just waiting to be used. He wouldn’t have had it any other way. He even began to make a name out of himself for the information he held. Those who wanted the source of such hastily whispered words would simply come to him and ask. They’d ask where he heard it, what had been said and how many people knew. They’d check to see if he was telling the truth. He never told lies- he may miss some things, but he’d tell them what he’d heard. He soothes nerves and foul tempers, gave reassurance and helped others to realise their worth. He also had the power to keep those who believed they were above the clan in check. All he needed to do was simply talk. It was certainly a good life.

Well, it was. The stricter members of the clan caught wind of his movements and his knowledge. He guessed it was simply a move to save their scales. If anything, it only showed their fear of discovery. Cowards. Instead of confronting him, they slowly went around the clan and whispered silently into the ears of others. One by one, people stopped going near him. Conversations would stop dead when he neared. The dragons would regard him with worry, eyes darting between him and whoever they were talking with. Even those he had made friends with seemed on edge around him. He didn’t understand what was happening.

The only dragon who kept up the old relations was Quinn... despite their bickering, Shuke learned that the Imperial had a soft spot for him, trying to keep him safe from his own actions and the judgement of others. Unfortunately, his efforts weren’t good enough. Shukepoj still admired them though. Quinn was the only one who remained true to himself- and the one who told him what happened.

They had spread their own rumours about the gossiper. Unlike his information, they had no basis. People still believed it though. They said he was hiding something. They said he was conspiring against the clan. They said he was taking advantage of them, learning all of their secrets so he could hurt them. They said he wielded dark powers. They said he could not be trusted. They said he was unfaithful. They said that he was looking for an opening to betray them. They said he was a Shadow flight spy. He couldn’t believe it. After all the time he’d spent with the clan, as one of the older members, they’d let him go over rotten information. They hadn’t even bothered to check if it was true. He tried to cry out. He tried to prove his innocence. He tried to show them that the ones who spread them were corrupt. No-one listened to him anymore. Quinn was the only one who remained with him, who defended him from falling further. It was odd for the rest of the clan. No-one else spoke up though. No-one.

The choking fog carefully winded itself around his legs, around his tail and up his neck. It almost seemed to tug at him, begging him to stay back. Since when did he listen to anyone? Let alone some bad weather. Ahead, darkened and crumbling pillars broke free of their thick shrouds and jutted up out of the earth like broken bones. He was getting close, he could feel it. His pace quickened. His claws dug into the cracked earth and dying grass beneath his paws. The pillars and columns gave way to gravestones and broken markers. Dirt turned into moss and cobbles. A dark shape looked out of the fog ahead.

So, how did he come to learn about the Ravenghast? Simple. He’d heard of them in his little information gatherings. The clan used to have a prophet named Selene, a pearlcatcher like him. Like him, she used to be of the Shadow flight; she left them a long time ago though. They were the only Pearlcatchers for a long time. He never had the chance to hear all of the stories, so she taught him instead. She liked to use the Ravenghast as a warning and a cautionary tale. She’d left for another clan a while back. It was just as well that she couldn’t see him like this.

He often told the story like she did- just another story to scare the hatchlings into behaving, or one for a spooky night around a fire. As he began asking around and looking into the stories, he learned that there was more to the stories than simple myth. Tales of great powers and downfalls, reports of pearlcatchers appearing without their pearls, black feathers... the more he read, the more he became determined to find them. One night, he too was visited and woke up with a long, oily feather resting on his pearl. He needed this, badly. There was no turning back now. Not now.

Shukepoj arrived at the dark wooden doors of the towering cathedral. He appreciated the detail and craftsmanship for a moment before he carefully pushed them open. Slowing to a careful tread. He took a second to appreciate the dust dancing through the air, suspended in slow motion. Weak light peered through the stained windows, bathing the floor in an array of colours. They all depicted various scenes of some sort of story. He’s no scholar though, he doesn’t know what they mean. The movement of chains breaks the silence. Snapping out of his brief daze, he turns his head towards the altar. The monstrous figure of the Ravenghast draws his attention and his breath. He felt a bit like an insect in the presence of such a huge and powerful being. He could feel the hidden eyes boring into his soul. It seemed to wait with a sort of... patient curiosity? Or was it morbid interest? Murderous hunger? He couldn’t tell.

Approaching the carved altar, he lifted his pearl and gazed at his reflection for a second before he placed it in the dip. It fit perfectly.

“Ravenghast, I wish to be able to hear all the secrets and whispers of those around me. I’m tired of being looked at with suspicion and I’m tired of the false rumours- I want to hear anything they say. Whatever information they carelessly spill? Even when they think they’re in safe company? I want to know it. They’ve hidden enough from me.”

With one final look at his pearl- his life, his memories- he took his paw off the top and stepped back. He knew about the memory loss. Oh well. He hoped he could now make new ones, free of the past.

Last edited on May 22, 2019 15:27:33 by feyfyre

[center] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1997330#post_22977835][img]http://orig08.deviantart.net/df0d/f/2016/277/6/8/arcane_shield_divider_4_by_starkindlerstudio-dajun3p.png[/img][/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2593443][img]https://i.imgur.com/hC0oysb.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42011124] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/420112/42011124_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/3USjIMB.png[/img][/indent] [center] An arcane circle flickers to life beneath Shukepoj as the Ravenghast tilts its head back, hungrily swallowing the pearl whole.[/center] [indent]It rested its long, black beak momentarily in his direction, then quirked to the air it ever so slightly. A lingering silence followed. It was a silence that was as uncomfortable and as odd as the creature itself. Slowly, its beak parted open and what followed was not a crow's call. No caw, no squawk, no raven-brand croak. It was, in fact, a beautiful melody. The sound of a woman's song. An ethereal, angelic piece, spanning both high and low; and it rang throughout with a great vibrato. It created an aria that reverberated against the cathedral's stony walls with its haunting melody. Before one could become fully lost within ghast's sudden performance, there was a jarring tap-tap-rapping that erupted... from, was it one of the windows? Something sharp against glass. It was enough to rouse one's curiosity. Tip-tap. Tip-tap. The sound was singular and faint, but its abrupt nature made it difficult to overlook. The tip-tap grew to a clacking, cracking sound as several hundred shadowy figures began to blot out the windows from outside with their little bodies. Each of them contributed in growing the harsh and frightening dissonance; more so as their numbers did nothing to cease. The vibrant colors of the windows that were once warmed by a strange sunset glow was quickly becoming all but a disturbing black. The Ravenghast continued its song uninterrupted, and with a great fervor. But who could focus on such a thing now? Louder and louder, the beating of something sharp stabbing against glass became--and louder still the song of the ghast was to match. Until finally, its finale-- A siren's crescendo, bursting into a full fortissimo! It was a note so high, and piercing unlike the rest of its song. It had gradually led upwards into a harsh shriek. The sound of a woman screaming a banshee's scream. A horrible, shrill cry that sought to claw at one's heart and soul from within. The windows shook and could finally take no more--neither from the shadowy fiends rapping and tapping, nor the grating of the Ravenghast's song--it abruptly shattered, sending myriad shards of colors and bladed sharpness in every direction within. Yet curiously, not a single one had made it so far as Shukepoj's nor the ghast's side. They lay scattered about his feet, allowing the warmth of an unnatural light to be poured in. As it did so, it illuminated the hundreds of little bodies that had only just been on the other side not but a moment ago. A thousand and one ravens sat quietly on the iron framework of the glass windows. They peered in with their cut-out eyes, leering at Shukepoj. They observed him hungrily. ...Ravenous, and with intent. These birds were strange. They were neither plump nor round. But instead, they were flat like parchment. Their heads turned from side to side, betraying their lack of a third dimension. It was like they had arrived straight from a theater of shadow puppets, or from the many pages of a book. Nevertheless... That was unimportant. What was important was... Had he been tricked? The anticipation of betrayal and death did not offer much in the way of time as the fiends wasted not a moment of it. They took a swift flight and descended upon--not him--but his shadow. Each of them pecked, stabbed and shredded at the outline beneath his feet, taking a scrap of it with them within their black and feathered bellies until it was no more. Eventually, as a thousand and one was fed and filled--he would realize that he began to hear... little voices, each calling to him. They were small gremlin-like consciousnesses that hobbled to and fro in the back of his mind, telling him the things that they saw, the things that they heard. He had, in a sense, become a part of them. They would tell him all the secrets and whispers he wished, for they were his little messengers. Whatever information "they" carelessly spill, the ravens will be there to snatch it up with their ears and eyes. They melded against the shadows and silhouettes of common things, of beasts, of dragons--hiding in darkness, flat as a letter. But of course, secrets often desired to be kept unknown and unseen... and the greater that desire burned, the greater the distortion became. It is said that those who desperately have something to hide are often able to see a little raven outline within the dark... something that is normally unnoticeable to others.[/indent] [center]...and the pact has been sealed (a known contractor has been added to the registry!). [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42011124][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/420112/42011124p.png[/img][/url] [i]Shukepoj[/i] @nerdynyabbs [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2593443][img]https://i.imgur.com/hC0oysb.png[/img][/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1997330#post_22977835][img]http://orig01.deviantart.net/3345/f/2016/277/d/f/shadowshield_divider_4_by_starkindlerstudio-dajul49.png[/img][/url] [/center] ------ [center][size=2]@RhythmSong @StarlitMoonlight @EclipseMirror[/size][/center]

Viviwren

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May 24, 2019 09:01:25

An arcane circle flickers to life beneath Shukepoj as the Ravenghast tilts its head back, hungrily swallowing the pearl whole.

It rested its long, black beak momentarily in his direction, then quirked to the air it ever so slightly. A lingering silence followed. It was a silence that was as uncomfortable and as odd as the creature itself. Slowly, its beak parted open and what followed was not a crow's call. No caw, no squawk, no raven-brand croak.

It was, in fact, a beautiful melody. The sound of a woman's song. An ethereal, angelic piece, spanning both high and low; and it rang throughout with a great vibrato. It created an aria that reverberated against the cathedral's stony walls with its haunting melody.

Before one could become fully lost within ghast's sudden performance, there was a jarring tap-tap-rapping that erupted... from, was it one of the windows? Something sharp against glass. It was enough to rouse one's curiosity. Tip-tap. Tip-tap. The sound was singular and faint, but its abrupt nature made it difficult to overlook.

The tip-tap grew to a clacking, cracking sound as several hundred shadowy figures began to blot out the windows from outside with their little bodies. Each of them contributed in growing the harsh and frightening dissonance; more so as their numbers did nothing to cease. The vibrant colors of the windows that were once warmed by a strange sunset glow was quickly becoming all but a disturbing black.

The Ravenghast continued its song uninterrupted, and with a great fervor. But who could focus on such a thing now?

Louder and louder, the beating of something sharp stabbing against glass became--and louder still the song of the ghast was to match.

Until finally, its finale--
A siren's crescendo, bursting into a full fortissimo!

It was a note so high, and piercing unlike the rest of its song. It had gradually led upwards into a harsh shriek. The sound of a woman screaming a banshee's scream. A horrible, shrill cry that sought to claw at one's heart and soul from within.

The windows shook and could finally take no more--neither from the shadowy fiends rapping and tapping, nor the grating of the Ravenghast's song--it abruptly shattered, sending myriad shards of colors and bladed sharpness in every direction within.

Yet curiously, not a single one had made it so far as Shukepoj's nor the ghast's side. They lay scattered about his feet, allowing the warmth of an unnatural light to be poured in. As it did so, it illuminated the hundreds of little bodies that had only just been on the other side not but a moment ago.

A thousand and one ravens sat quietly on the iron framework of the glass windows. They peered in with their cut-out eyes, leering at Shukepoj. They observed him hungrily.

...Ravenous, and with intent.

These birds were strange. They were neither plump nor round. But instead, they were flat like parchment. Their heads turned from side to side, betraying their lack of a third dimension. It was like they had arrived straight from a theater of shadow puppets, or from the many pages of a book.

Nevertheless...
That was unimportant.

What was important was...
Had he been tricked?

The anticipation of betrayal and death did not offer much in the way of time as the fiends wasted not a moment of it. They took a swift flight and descended upon--not him--but his shadow. Each of them pecked, stabbed and shredded at the outline beneath his feet, taking a scrap of it with them within their black and feathered bellies until it was no more.

Eventually, as a thousand and one was fed and filled--he would realize that he began to hear... little voices, each calling to him. They were small gremlin-like consciousnesses that hobbled to and fro in the back of his mind, telling him the things that they saw, the things that they heard. He had, in a sense, become a part of them.

They would tell him all the secrets and whispers he wished, for they were his little messengers. Whatever information "they" carelessly spill, the ravens will be there to snatch it up with their ears and eyes. They melded against the shadows and silhouettes of common things, of beasts, of dragons--hiding in darkness, flat as a letter.

But of course, secrets often desired to be kept unknown and unseen... and the greater that desire burned, the greater the distortion became. It is said that those who desperately have something to hide are often able to see a little raven outline within the dark... something that is normally unnoticeable to others.

...and the pact has been sealed (a known contractor has been added to the registry!).

Shukepoj
@nerdynyabbs

@RhythmSong @StarlitMoonlight @EclipseMirror

Last edited on May 24, 2019 11:42:42 by Viviwren

@nerdynyabbs

Oh wow, no way I could have known that it was your first time!
The piece that you posted was very well written, and fun to read. It offered a telling dimension to his character and a peek into his life, as well as the relationships he carried with others. I thought it was great.

His wish was granted in a somewhat unconventional manner. It would have been simple enough to give him great hearing, or something akin to omniscience; but the Ravenghast is always a little unusual in the way it goes about things.

Choosing to avoid letting him succumb to possible insanity of constantly hearing--knowing, and perhaps unable to handle life without a moment's peace, it gave him a thousand and one familiars to do the spying for him at the cost of both his pearl--the price, and his shadow--the thing that binds him to these two-dimensional, shadowed birds.

All of them so flat and thin that they could fit neatly into the pages of a book.

Viviwren

1649

May 24, 2019 09:07:33

@nerdynyabbs

Oh wow, no way I could have known that it was your first time!
The piece that you posted was very well written, and fun to read. It offered a telling dimension to his character and a peek into his life, as well as the relationships he carried with others. I thought it was great.

His wish was granted in a somewhat unconventional manner. It would have been simple enough to give him great hearing, or something akin to omniscience; but the Ravenghast is always a little unusual in the way it goes about things.

Choosing to avoid letting him succumb to possible insanity of constantly hearing--knowing, and perhaps unable to handle life without a moment's peace, it gave him a thousand and one familiars to do the spying for him at the cost of both his pearl--the price, and his shadow--the thing that binds him to these two-dimensional, shadowed birds.

All of them so flat and thin that they could fit neatly into the pages of a book.

@Viviwren

Well, I do a fair bit of writing in my free time- just between me and a friend though, nothing like this. This has been a great experience though! I was kinda worried I was rambling too much :’)

And oh how I love this idea! It was certainly not what I expected, but I was blown out of the water by the response. This is certainly going to be an interesting lore write-up! I greatly appreciate all of the thought that went into this, and the results show this consideration so clearly. I wanna get more Pearlcatchers just so I can come back here!

He’s certainly going to be a spooky boy ~~and oh boy I love corvids~~

I’m also looking forward to seeing whoever else decides to make a pact~

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May 24, 2019 09:45:01

@Viviwren

Well, I do a fair bit of writing in my free time- just between me and a friend though, nothing like this. This has been a great experience though! I was kinda worried I was rambling too much :’)

And oh how I love this idea! It was certainly not what I expected, but I was blown out of the water by the response. This is certainly going to be an interesting lore write-up! I greatly appreciate all of the thought that went into this, and the results show this consideration so clearly. I wanna get more Pearlcatchers just so I can come back here!

He’s certainly going to be a spooky boy ~~and oh boy I love corvids~~

I’m also looking forward to seeing whoever else decides to make a pact~

@nerdynyabbs

I'm loving what you've written for his bio. In general, you have a good style and an immersive sort of narration. Can't wait to see what happens next there. What does he see out of the corner of his eye, exactly? The suspense!

And yes, more pearls are always welcome in this direction. But in the meantime, there is also a self-editing pinglist available here too if you ever want to be notified in regards to wish-granting!

Viviwren

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May 25, 2019 00:47:43

@nerdynyabbs

I'm loving what you've written for his bio. In general, you have a good style and an immersive sort of narration. Can't wait to see what happens next there. What does he see out of the corner of his eye, exactly? The suspense!

And yes, more pearls are always welcome in this direction. But in the meantime, there is also a self-editing pinglist available here too if you ever want to be notified in regards to wish-granting!

@Viviwren
Oh, thank you so much! The compliments mean so much to me- I truly meant.
I know you may hear this a lot, but you have a real talent of weaving together words to create a thrilling and intriguing story- I’ve added myself to the pinglist, and I can’t wait to see more!

Ahh, just gotta find the perfect pearls to get my inspiration going... Ah well, that’s for another time. Until the next time, take care of yourself, and I wish you the best of luck with this project!

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May 25, 2019 15:20:59

@Viviwren
Oh, thank you so much! The compliments mean so much to me- I truly meant.
I know you may hear this a lot, but you have a real talent of weaving together words to create a thrilling and intriguing story- I’ve added myself to the pinglist, and I can’t wait to see more!

Ahh, just gotta find the perfect pearls to get my inspiration going... Ah well, that’s for another time. Until the next time, take care of yourself, and I wish you the best of luck with this project!

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Viviwren

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June 12, 2019 07:38:01

Random Event
@Venusian

In the dark of an ever-long night, something shifts restlessly from within the mist. It stalked and paced the endless void of the cathedral realm, having cleverly slipped through its cracks once before by way of happy accident.

Seldom do lost souls ever find their way out once they have arrived, yet in this case--though it did, it would not be leaving quite the same. This misplaced spirit was bent and gnarled by a patch of wayward dreams, a handful of bitterness... and the smallest thimble of Lucia's discarded memories, doused in regret--remnants of the Ravenghast's meal.

An apple core.

Like an ill-borne babe, the amalgamate had painfully clawed its way out from one realm and into the next... all hinging on the scent of her. Lost, disoriented--hungry. It would emerge rotting on the other side, seeking the comfort and warmth of the only thing it knew--Lucia. The only thing it could make the slightest semblance of sense of.

Lucia. Lucia. Lucia.

For better or for worse, who could say. It was a creature who did not recognize its own goals. A being of distortion. It was simply, in many ways... "no one important."

(A random event has occured! Lucia was selected via RNG, and wins a Disoriented Spirit. It will arrive shortly via PM.)

@RhythmSong @StarlitMoonlight @EclipseMirror @nerdynyabbs @Annoyed

Last edited on Jun 12, 2019 20:47:48 by Viviwren

oooo that is haunting and I love it

Poor Lucia really should've worded her wish more carefully, she's never going to be able to get rid of it.

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June 12, 2019 09:47:48

oooo that is haunting and I love it

Poor Lucia really should've worded her wish more carefully, she's never going to be able to get rid of it.

@Venusian

Who knows! It might be friend...ly? I think?
I mean look at it. It's all... um. Blue. Yes, blue. That's... a calming blue color!
One can possibly hope for the best.

Viviwren