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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: playbill; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 420px; height:;]Under the tree's yet above the leaves lives a monster. He lurks in the shadow but desires the warmth of the sun. Winters are the hardest, but when summer comes he doesn't remember how hard it was. He's labeled a monster because of his half sanity and humanity. He's far from a monster and misunderstood at the least. Cursed by the bite and scars that paint his body like a canvas he is painted as this mystical beast, but in reality...he's not that in the least.


    Her features are as dark as her past, but her eyes are as bright as her future. Born a killer and raised as an empty miracle, she lived in walls that weren't her own and when finally claimed her as their own, she decided to keep her heart as cold as society's soul. She lips sealed as shut as her mind, and didn't dare to open until someone could pick her lock. Her silence was just that, silent to the others, but to her the silence was screams that gnawed at her forever. The only comfort that was true relief was only found in the silent trees.


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    Muse A is a Werewolf. At a young age he was attacked by a pack of wolves and pulled into the depths of the winter forest to where he was bitten and changed. His pack are also Werewolves, and instead of them changing every week with the moon phases, they change with the winter and summer temperatures. In the colder temperatures they're wolves and in the warmer temperatures they're human. Every time they change back into human they don't remember what it's like being a wolf ( vise versa when they're a wolf they don't remember being human ) and every year they lessen their chance at becoming human again in the summer. Soon enough...they will permanently become wolves.


    Throughout his years of being a wolf, Muse A has become a bit harsher then he used to be. He's become closed minded and stubborn and even a bit cold hearted at times. With the constant reminder of the monster he is and the rejection of actual humans he becomes more and more hateful to anyone and everyone who is outside of the pack.



    While Muse B's mom was giving birth, she sadly passed away due to health complications. Which meant for Muse B she would not only be sent into foster care, but she would also live with constant guilt of her mother. While growing up Muse B had been shy and reserved. Too scared to go play with the others she was immediately shut out and left to play alone. By her teens she had developed Anxiety & Panic Attacks, Asthma, Epilepsy, and overall become a Mute.


    She was adopted by couple who couldn't have a baby of their own and were to busy to adopt a baby. They gave her everything she didn't have before, and yet no matter how hard she tried...she just couldn't trust them fully. The only comfort she had ever had was in the silence of the forest and her sketch book. She left her hand guide her and her feelings could pour into paper better than she could ever say them.


    One day while in the woods she was sitting in a tree, sketching, she heard commotion below her and witnessed Muse A change back to human before her eyes...in disbelief and utter shock she accidentally falls from her perch and right in front of Muse A. At first he is furious and tries to drive her away, but soon he discovers that she not only doesn't talk, but she's hurt badly.


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    I will be glad to write up a first post when someone decides to join ((: You will be playing the role of Muse A. I ask a few things from you such as activity and advancement. I wish that you're pretty active and you can reply at least a few times a week...I am on summer break and really need a role play to keep me going. As for Advancement please at least be able to match my post length, but a really pleasing length would be 6 or 7+ paragraphs with detail, smilies, metaphors, personification, punctuation, etc. Another thing I'd like to say is a bit of power playing is fine ( such as a little bit of dialogue, actions, and facial expressions, etc ) I think it helps moves the role play along nicely and I don't mind it much as long as I can power play a bit too (:
    Enjoy --



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    [align=left][font=andale mono]oh, i'm up for it!
    seems interesting, i'd love to watch it play out.
    however i'm not off school yet, but i'll be able to post a few times a week jus letting you know.
    ill find a fancy!
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    [size=6pt]Perfect, welcome welcome cx Yep, that's fine. I'm excited to get started, would you want me to started? It might be later tonight that I get it done, or it might be in the next hour or so...it depends ((:
    Oh, is there any Face Claim suggestions? I have the hardest trouble figuring one out...it would really get things moving along faster. c;    [/size]


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    [align=left][font=andale mono]if you could start, that'd be brilliant. ^u^
    as for faceclaims, there are a load of names and faces here. [<<]


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    ( out of character )
    hehe it took so long because of the faceclaim ^.^ I just couldn't find the right actress for my Muse, so instead I didn't ready give my character a face, but instead I hope I'll be able to describe her so you get the whole picture ((:


    ( in character )
    The leaves were soggy and made no sound as my boot made contact twitch them. The earth was fresh with the scent of pines and fresh rain over the soil. Mud was started to collect on the sole of my boots, but I didn't mind. I wasn't much of the fashion type anyway. I trudged through the forest, looking at my feet as I walked. I hummed a tune of soft joy and tried to keep myself from getting to paranoid about wolves, bears, and mountain lions.


    Chestnut hair strands stuck to my rosey cheeks and tickled my nose. Even though it was up in a bun, a few stray hairs always managed to escape the rubber band. My green optics darted from left to right in jerky motions as my ears kept picking up a shuffling beside me. Nothing was there of course, it most likely was my paranoia or the wind. These forests are the barest of the bare. Very rarely would I even see squirrels or deer in these trees so why would there be anything bigger then that? I shook my head and chuckled to myself softly, trying to believe that once again...it was just the wind.


    I came to a tree, it toward over most of the others and brown tangled branches with an abundance of green leaves sprouted from every direction...making it absolutely perfect for a climb. I looked up the gigantic trunk and squinted to see the top, my nose scrunched up and my hand laying just across my eyebrows. I let out a airy sigh and tightened the backpack that was around me, with that...I started to climb. My hands reached for the branches above me and my feet somehow found the way up. The palm of my hand was getting full of moss, small particles of bark, and water from the soft rain shower just before. I would make little effort grunts here and there, but it wasn't that much work in all honesty.


    When I reached my desired branch I put one leg over the right side of the thick branch and a leg over the left side of the branch, making me straddle the thing. I put my back up against the tree and let my body un-tense. It felt good- no, it felt unimaginably peaceful up high in the tree, letting the fresh air fill my nostrils with non-polluted air and the silence sooth my ear drums. Sometimes I believe just belong in the forest; a nymph of the forest by day and phantom of the shadows by night.


    I shut my eyes and a small smiled curled on my lips. My head softly laid against the tree trunk and for a moment I thought up heard something. I listened for a moment longer, and shook the sound off for a figment of my fear...but then I really heard it. A low and painful groan. It seemed like a roar compared to the stillness of the forest. I tensed up again and leaned over the tree to peer down below. At first I couldn't see anything, but soon enough I noticed a dark wolf swaying back and forth. It let out a howl of pain and I froze still from the vibration of it. The wolf started to push it's head to the ground and shake violently. Suddenly there was a snap, and the canines bones were moving in a surreal way, I couldn't believe my eyes. The fur started to disappear and the ears formed into human once, the long snout was no longer there...in it's place...a human nose.


    I rubbed my eyes frantically. A million things were rushing through my head, questions upon questions. I opened my eyes again, but something was blurring my vision; Some of the tree particles had gotten into my eye as I had rubbed them. When I re-set my hand down on the slick moss covered bark my hand slipped. I reached up quickly to grab hold of another branch...lucky for me the branch was actually a twig and snapped due to my un-balanced weight.


    My body started to tumbled down from my once perfect perch. My body bounced from branch to branch and multiple twigs and leaves fell after me. My arms and face got scratched from the branches and when I reached the solid ground I was close enough to the ground were I wouldn't die, but it was far away from the ground that the impact would knock the wind out of me.


    I laid on the ground. My breath locked in my throat. My eyes not focusing on anything, simply spinning, spinning, spinning. I saw a shadow above me. Dear struck me hard in the gut at the moment. My gasping and chocking started to slowly level out, and my eyes now saw a broad male in front of me. I sat up slowly, but every motion brought pain. My chestnut hair was no longer contained by a rubber band, but instead flowed over my crooked shoulders and face. When my hand went to go push the hair out of my face, I felt a sharp pain in my wrist and when I looked down all I could see was my crooked broken wrist and arm. You couldn't see any bone poking out of my skin, but you could see it under my skin.


    My breath was heavy and caught in my mouth as tears rolled down my face. I would scream, but my body prevented me from doing so. I would sob, but the fear that kept lurching in my stomach made me distracted. My iris' meet the male's stare and it held there for a long time. I didn't know what to do. I could beg for mercy; I didn't talk period. I was a mute. A soul without a voice. So instead I stared at him with wide eyes and a bleeding scar across my face.


    He stared at me right back; with bullets for eyes and death by his side.