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08-17-2012, 08:01 AM
There is absolutely no need for long posts. Characters who are not in attendance by the time the eventual third round starts will be hunted down and questioned by Mauja <3 For this to progress smoothly, and get done in a timely fashion, try to make each post no longer than 400-500 words (you can use this to count). Thank you!
First round ends on August 22nd.
Characters who are in Threshold threads with Edge members/looking for acceptance in the Edge at the start of this meeting: if you intend to join the Edge, you are welcome to pretend it's all been settled and show up here. :] If you are unsure whether or not you can show up, PM me and we'll sort it out somehow. ^^
First round ends on August 22nd.
Characters who are in Threshold threads with Edge members/looking for acceptance in the Edge at the start of this meeting: if you intend to join the Edge, you are welcome to pretend it's all been settled and show up here. :] If you are unsure whether or not you can show up, PM me and we'll sort it out somehow. ^^
It was time - time for change, for gathering the brood. The sun was losing its grip on the world, sliding into darkness faster and faster with each passing day, leaving the nights cooler - a whisper of crisp frost and autumn, a time to go to sleep and wait for the bitter, biting cold of winter. Orangemoon had finally come, and as Mauja strode through his regrowing forest, he actually laughed. Unburdened, carefree, it was a sound he had not had cause to make in so long, but now he did, and it felt good! He could've spun and danced among the trunks, thin mist swirling around his large frosty hooves, and in a sense, he did; each step was elegant, effortless, his raven-feathered tail swirling behind him. Out over the Edge, the sun was setting, dying in blood and orange flames as the darkness swept in from the east. Another laugh sprang from his throat, and he broke out from the line of trees and into a large clearing. A good fifty or so yards away the sheer drop in the ocean lay covered in mist, hiding the dangerous fall from the eyes of the unwary. Mauja smiled, an expression that was both terrible and beautiful at once; something cold and dark lined his features for a moment, before he laughed again. "Come come, my fellows, it is time for us to meet," he purred to the wind, before tossing himself skywards, thundering up on thick, sturdy haunches. Silhouetted against the dying sun, Mauja called out, demanding his herd to attend him. It was time for his brothers and sisters to meet, and for things to get in motion. Too many ranks gaped empty and unwanted - and so many of them did not know one another.
It was time for change. |
