forum Boredom + Stress + Nothing to do + I NEED A NEW ROLEPLAY!!! (O/O possible another gay romance, please come with a plot idea....)

Started May 27, 2019 by Deleted user

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"About? Dude, your replies are always short and uninformative," he huffed.

"You" he said simply. "And I apologize for not being super talkative.."

"Curious about me? If you're curious, just ask."

"Yes but what to ask?" he said.

Raphael shrugged, tucking his wings in. "I'm not opposed to anything–at least that I know of."

"True… but that doesn't give me a place to start.."

Raphael rolled his eyes. "Then ask the first thing that comes to mind and go from there. It's not rocket science."

"Why do you have wings?" he asked, doing as the other had said.

"I was born with them," he said with a raised brow. "That's kinda like asking why do I have arms. I just do."

"So? My nephew has wings and he wasn't born with them… how was I supposed to know that you were?"

He arched a curious brow, then furrowed both of them. "Wait, how does he have wings if he wasn't born with them?"

"Very very powerful magical combinationa and we honestly have absolutely no clue." he said. "Also a possible family history cause his twin brother was born with wings."

"Ah," Raphael said, nodding. "My people are typically winged, as we live in a place with only floating islands. There are however, those that are unfortunately born without wings. Needless to say, I left because I was sick to my stomach with how my people treat the Outcasts." His wings flared, ruffling slightly in anger, then settled back down. His feathers remained ruffled, however.

Arthur nodded, "Sounds like the Tsunami Wolfpack…" he said, "They hate Halfbloods, and the few born without wings."

"Another thing is social status." He scowled at the sky. "The bigger and prettier the wings, the higher on the social ladder you are. Doesn't matter if you're born a noble. If your wings don't fit their criteria, you're getting kicked down to the slums. Poor Andy…"

"Well that's just stupid." said Arthur. "Fortunately Wolfpacks don't work like that, it's based mainly on skill."

"No kidding. It's why I left." He shook his head and looked back at Arthur. "Anyway…anything else you wanted to know?"

"You said something about the wind not being helpful earlier?"

"Oh, yeah." He waved a lazy hand, and a gust of wind ruffled his hair and feathers. "I can essentially communicate with it and ask it to do things for me. Not exactly wind manipulation, but it can be mistaken as that."

"Interesting" said Arthur, thinking about that for a moment.

"Annoying, is more like it. Different winds have different personalities." He said. "And it could always just refuse my requests. It has a mind of its own, after all."

"Even more interesting.." hummed Arthur.

He shrugged and slid his hands into his pocket. "I guess."

"Favourite animal?" he asked.

"Bird," he said with a quirked lip. "Kidding. It's actually a fox."