amricaofcamelot

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    amricaofcamelot posted an update in the group RP Level 0: The Clearing 1 year, 1 month ago

    Once upon a time, there was a girl with no parents who cursed her village. Her name was War. Everyone mocked her for her name, except her aunt the village witch. The witch taught her everything she knew, but the witch knew one day, War would have to go and attend Kyrsa, the school for budding witches.
    As she left on the ship, the villagers threw rotten fruits at the nymph, who then cursed the village… no children will be born until a shrine for both her aunt and he was built. The villagers refused. Now what?

    BIO:

    Name: War Cloud
    Species: Cloud nymph
    Gender: Female
    Lifespan: Generally, nymphd live 700 years. War is 19.
    Age: 19
    Sexuality: Straight
    Appearance: Long fluffy white hair, pale skin, a smile, big light grey eyes, an hourglass figure (@/ruby0fwoodsbeyond has inspired me… xD)
    Personality: Generally non-violent, calm, PROUD.
    Flaws: Her pride, her weakness
    Strengths: Her speed, her ability of flight
    Extra info: she cares for her aunt a lot.

    IF YOU WANT EXTRA INFO, TELL ME.

    CHAPTER ONE:

    Woah. The ship was BIG. It was a hundred feet long, three decks tall and made of strong acacia wood.
    “Good luck in Kysra, War,” whispered Aunt, coming behind me. Her long brown hair tickled my cheeks.
    “Thanks, Aunt.” I hugged her, clutching my trunk. “I’ll be back!”
    “WAR!”
    An irate villager with a *** belly launched a handful of rotten vegetables like spinach and mushrooms at my head. I ducked and my jaw dropped. “Aunt, run!”
    “WITCH!” he bellowed, launching handful after handful of fruit at my aunt.
    My aunt hesitated.
    “GO!” I screamed, clenching my fists. Spools of magic curled around my clenched hands.
    “Witch, witch, witch!” the villager yelled. The entire village, from baker to blacksmith, was running down the Acropolis, hurtling fruit at her.
    “LEAVE HER ALONE!” I screamed. They paid no heed. Aunt ran off, covering her head.
    “If you don’t stop, I’ll curse this ****** place!” I warned, angry.
    “Yeah right!” the grocer’s boy yelled, hurtling a mushroom at me.
    As long as my aunt and I go disrespected, this place shall bear no children and only my aunt or I can lift this damnation.
    “I’ll be back,” I vowed angrily, watching my spools of magic scuttle around the village. Smirking, I boarded the ship, launching a ball of fire at the most violent villagers who grabbed my aunt.
    “Kyrsa, here I come,” I thought, watching the horizon.

        amricaofcamelot replied 1 year, 1 month ago

        stars: damned

        amricaofcamelot replied 1 year, 1 month ago

        three stars: pot (why was that starred out?)

        geek replied 1 year, 1 month ago

        I like it!

        dragondreamer26 replied 1 year, 1 month ago

        Me too!

        ceba replied 1 year, 1 month ago

        that is really good

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