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Started July 13, 2022 by Deleted user

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The Isle of Lost Paradise. A place where monsters in need could stay, be healthy and whole, and be taken care of. It was cut off from the rest of the world, being surrounded by trees so thick they blotted out the sun, on the edge of a small town that had its superstitions and held them to their chests like pearls or knives. And in the center of the Isle, was a tower…

Eris was bored. It hadn't been able to go out for days due to the heavy rain, but she yearned to do something to cure her boredom. So, she came up with a plan. It silently snuck away from its room, and went to her private clubhouse, aka a backdoor into the attic where she played at and stayed at the house she and its father lived in. The Isle was structured like a village or commune, self sustaining in its own right and cut off from the whole world. The only way in was to be invited, the trees had ears and eyes in a way and could eat you when you weren't looking.

She went to look out the window, scanning for any troublemaking it could afford to use to relieve its boredom. Boris and his husband, Gerry, were gardening with their pups, the werewolf family took care of the gardens and made sure they grew. No, nothing there except werewolves attempting to prevent flooding. So she looked on, further, until its eyes met the tower.

Eris had never been allowed to go up there, nobody had except her Dad. Lucifer took pride in the fact that despite everything, nobody wanted to go up. Everyone was too scared to, it radiated a supernatural aura of fear even Eris couldn't deny. Maybe, it was supposed to. She suddenly lost the troublemaking mood and went downstairs to get something to eat.

(Here's the starter so it doesn't get lost)

Konrád strolled around with a gray umbrella throughout the Isle of Lost Paradise. He didn't mind that his shoes were getting muddy; in fact, he knows that if he forgets to clean them later, Jarek will be agitated by this. Lightly laughing at the thought, he shook his head then kept on.

It's been at least two days since the last transition. Whether or not it has to do anything with the bad weather, he doesn't know. On the other hand, it's nice to be himself for once. Yes he has spent those two days mostly inside, but at least nothing was broken and now he gets to walk around for a bit. Hopefully the transition will not trigger anytime soon.

But he doesn't want to jinx it. The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks it will happen again. Thankfully on the Isle, he doesn't have to fear being chased out of his town, abandoned by family and friends, and all the sorts. Sure he may be "normal" now, but his apperance as Konrád, himself, is the only thing about him that's normal. Curse that word, curse everything about it. It's as bad as Jarek.

Inside a small cottage is a dark room with a coffin laying in the left corner. There are a bunch of dead flowers alike all around the room, especially some roses that are pressed on the center of the coffin.

Silence laid all about. It hung in the air and moved all about. That is until the lid of the coffin popped up, making a creaking sound. It opened, revealing pale fingers with long crimson nails. They tapped against the wooden lid before soft humming rose from the one who laid inside.

Of course, Kamilla did not lay in there long after she had opened it. Mostly she lingered in there longer than normal because she was waiting to hear the rain drops pitter patter. But here she is, smiling and she practically jumps out of the coffin.

Hopefully she wasn't asleep long enough for the puddles to be gone. Jumping and stomping in rain puddles with others has always been a favorite of hers, but she doesn't like to do it when there's thunder.

Kamilla put on her shoes, wrapped a black headscarf around, then opened the door to lean out and see. It didn't seem like a lot of people were about, although there are some puddles. Maybe she could ask somebody to join her in stomping the puddles.

Name: Chikara Omori
Age: 72 (Teenager equivalent, I think)
Gender/Pronouns: Female, She/Her
Orientation: Bisexual
Appearance: Omori is small, even for a kitsune, with long legs (66 cm long and 35 cm tall). She is has mostly dark grey fur with white stripes under her eyes (not directly under, sorta like a kitsune mask), a white left paw and a white tail. Her eyes are round and bright electric blue with pupils that are a darker blue. They always seem to have a mischievous glint to them. Her fur is oftentimes messy, but not matted. Her tail is longer than most at 16 cm (without it, she's 50cm long). She's missing her top right canine and never bothered to get it replaced.
Personality: Omori is mischievous and energetic, though benevolent. She likes to taunt people and have them chase her. She's not afraid to shake things up a little and break the rules, but does have her traditions.
Species of Monster?: Kitsune (technically not a monster, but I'm sure some would regard them as such)
Powers?: Shapeshifting (though she doesn't really use it and it's less pure shapeshifting and just having multiple form. Standard Kitsunes have a humanoid form thing), Fire-Breathing (based on Kitsunebi, also known as fox fire, and a photo I saw somewhere of kitsunes breathing it. Standard flame heat, regardless of the colour; matches its user's eyes.) and standard fox abilities (not necessarily a power, but I feel like the high speed, jumping power and retractable claws were worth a mention).
Backstory?: Chikara Omori has always been an odd case. Growing up, she never really fit in with the other kitsunes. Instead, she created a group of misfits with other strange kitsunes. The group aspired to travel the world, but got disbanded heading to America when someone mistook them for a threat. All the members are still alive, but she still wonders where they are.
Weakness: She can be killed by having her heart destroyed or removed or having her tail cut off. Other things can harm her, though they cannot kill her.
Theme song(s)?: Sweet Tooth by Scott Helman (for chaotic vibes) and probably a bunch of Will Wood song (chaotic beauty)
Other: Only her friends can call her by her first name. Also, she can speak English as well as Japanese and Gaelic.

(Here's my chaotic fox child.)

Within a small spruce cottage (people here seem to like them) decorated with vines and wisterias, there can be found a room. It's a simple bedroom with floors coated in peat moss and a cat bed (yes, she sleeps on a cat bed) laying on a nightstand.

Chikara had gotten bored of jumping from the nightstand to the moss floor to the window sill over and over again. She'd retreated to her bed and thought of things to do. By now, she decided that she'd go out whether it was raining or not and promptly jumped out of the open window.

Noticing it wasn't that bad, she jumped around in the puddles and got mud in her fur. She could wash it off later, so it really didn't matter. She could track mud into her house, nobody cared. She'd noticed there were a few other people outside, but not that many. She found it a little strange, considering how nice the land was after a storm.

(Most of the decoration in her house is very cottagecore. More cottagecore than I'd bet anyone else would be.)

The forest was dark, the storm creating the illusion of night and the thick trees doing little to break it. The rain struck against him like hard pellets, the mud clung to his shoes, the branches of trees reaching out to him like witches’ fingers. The forest was dark, and there seemed to be no end to it.
Reed just pulled his yellow hoodie tighter around himself and ran forward, like an idiot.
He had seen some glowing thing flash through the trees a few minutes ago. It had to be her, right? She had seemed to be leading him this whole time.
A little too late, Reed started questioning his actions. How could it be her? It must have been a trick of his imagination. He really was an idiot, running after a glowing figure who may or may not be his sister’s soul.
A rumble of thunder in the distance. Reed sighed. Whatever the case, it was too late now. He had to get out of this rain or risk getting… pneumonia or whatever. Maybe there was a road up ahead, and one of those out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere gas stations on the side.
He continued onward, running like he was being chased. As expected, the land betrayed him, and he tripped on some unknowable object. He landed on the ground, a sharp pain shooting up his foot. He cried out, tears coming to his eyes.
After a second of trying not to let the pain get to him, he raised head, eyes still watery. He had reached a clearing, it seemed. Small houses and cottages clustered together many yards away. It was like a suburban neighborhood, except transported to the 1600s.
Reed took a deep breath, and got up. Walking forward, he let out a sigh. Thank goodness he didn’t twist his ankle. This was better than he hoped for. It was actual civilization before him, and not some old, dusty, forgotten road. He started running again, hoping to find some shelter.

Lucifer spotted movement in the distance. They had just came back from the silos, having made sure they were watertight, and were going back to his house to check on Eris. But they stopped all that, the second they saw the shape moving at the edge of the trees, running towards him at lightning fast speed. He sighed. So the forest had sent them another visitor. Hopefully, this one wouldn't stay permanently, but like all the others, Luci didn't have much hope. They shouted a greeting, and waved. "Over here, storm's terrible!" he said, voice supernaturally loud and capable of being heard through the rain even across the clearing. The rain began to pour harder, thunder beginning to crash and boom and lightning beginning to crackle across the sky. They then sought cover in their house, quickly running from lantern to lantern lighting them so that the place would be lit enough to see even through the thick downpour.

Hearing the thunder, Chikara jumped back through her open window, closing it on the way in. Realizing just how muddy she was, she headed to her bathroom and jumped in her small tub to wash it off and dry off. She'd heard Lucifer's call to what seemed like a new visitor, maybe she'd get to introduce herself when the storm was over. Or, better yet, maybe the newbie would bunk with her and she'd get right to it. There was only so much she could do in her house and a new resident would make it so much more interesting.

Deep in her thought, she closed all the windows so the rain wouldn't get in. It was good for her carpet, but too much would just make it unbearably damp. Her mind drifted to what the new resident could be; maybe it was someone she knew.

(I just imagine Reed coming across her house and just being like "Why on earth is there moss on the floor".)

It was soon clear that Reed had wildly underestimated how badly he hurt his foot. The pain escalated with each step as he ran, and he soon found himself muttering, “Ow, ow, ow, ow-“ while trying not to cry. He kept running though, blindly toward the voice he heard booming over the clearing, and spooked by the loud thunder and bright lightening.
Opening his eyes to see where he was going, he caught the lights and veered toward them. Soon he came up to the house the lights were coming from and crashed into the door. “Owww,” he moaned, finally letting the tears flow.

The sudden welcoming of thunder had deterred Kamilla from asking anyone to come splash puddles from her. In fact, she went to jump into this gigantic one, and it felt as if more rain came down the second after. Any trace of satisfaction or joy was gone as she stood there for a few moments.

Normally she would go back inside and watch the lightning from a window or sleep in her coffin. Although, the second Luci's voice roared through the land after a newcomer, she decided to stay on the porch at the very least.

A new visitor! Something, more like someone, exciting after all this bad weather! Yes, she is upset about how she is drenched already, but the fact that there is someone new is always a happy thing. She likes to believe it so.

Stepping up onto the porch, Kamilla took off the headscarf. She let it lay on the wooden floor while letting herself sit down besides it. Humming to herself, she looked around to see if this newcomer would pass by, but found her chin tilting up to the sky.

Luci didn't see the stranger's face, but he already knew something was off. They looked too… small, and evenly shaped, too human. Had a human found their way in…? Luci didn't know. But it looked injured. They could probably drive them back to the edge of the clearing in the morning, the sun was setting and soon it would be dark even if you couldn't see it with the rain. They walked over to where the stranger had stumbled in, closing and locking the door. They picked the human up, the moment they saw its face was the moment he knew their suspicions were correct.

Reed quickly wiped at his eyes, hearing the sound of footsteps. Quickly he got up and readjusted the backpack on his shoulders and took off his yellow hood. “Um, thanks for letting me-“ he was cut off as he felt large hands pick him up. Face to face with owner of those hands, he shrieked and squirmed in their grip.
“Oh my god! What-“ he managed to slip his backpack off of himself and hold it over his face like a shield.

Predictable. Human nature, to push against anything that revolted them without a word in edgewise. He immediately dropped the human, it was a long drop from how Luci was standing and to be honest, it wouldn't be a surprise if the human got the wind knocked out of it. They then went to the kitchen, where Eris was standing. "Dad? Did we get a visitor?" it asked, talking with her mouth full as she took another bite of some pastry Lucifer didn't remember making. "No. Go to your room." Luci said, but Eris pushed past them and ran to Reed. "Ooh, what manner of monster are you? Werewolf, it seems, or well, maybe vampire. No, not enough hair, and not pale and sickly enough." she said, examining Reed's face and opening his mouth to view his teeth.

Far too bored to stay, Chikara couldn't help but overhear (not really overhear though, she could just tell they were) talking in the distance. Taking the door this time, she went to visit Lucifer and maybe help with whatever was going on. She jumped onto the outer window sill and waved at them (y'all have windows, right?).

(Fun fact, a fox can hear a mouse squeak from 100ft away.)

Luci made frantic gestures for Chikara to leave, anything but more chaos right now. He closed the shutters, then went to lock the doors and shut down any chance of any other person getting in. When they were done with that, they returned to the entryway… only to find Eris and the human gone.

Eris dragged Reed up the stairs, dragging his arm (as well as, presumably, the rest of his body) along. "If not a werewolf or vampire, perhaps a satyr? I didn't see much of your legs, so it's hard to check." she rambled on.

Reed held his backpack to his chest now, stunned into silence after being dropped. His heart raced, and he scrambled up when he saw another person running toward him, the skull half of their face panicking him even more.
He cursed loudly as the person started dragging him along. “Ouch! Oh my god, oh my g-“ he needed to stop saying that. Trying not to put too much weight on his foot, he cried, “Are you okay?? You look like you need to go the hospital!”

Eris stopped. "Huh? No? Uh… what's a hospital?" it asked, looking confused. "Are you okay? Do you need to see my dad? They're a healer, y'know. Anything you need, he can fix." she then pulled Reed up the last few steps, and into its room. "Okay, we're alone now. So, what's the outside world like? Dad says nobody else can tell me, and they have to listen to Dad or they end up like Raoul. Kicked out." she said ominously. "Then, of course, they get torn to shreds by the trees." a much less ominous, much more graphic statement.

(Chikara is a being of pure chaotic energy stuffed in the mortal form of a fox, she's completely ready to break the law. Also, she owns a cell phone because it's useful even when you're highly cottagecore. I can delete this if it messes with the storyline.)

(It kinda does, sorry. No electricity on the Isle except in the tower, which only Luci can go into for ominous plot reasons.)

As chaotic as Chikara was, she knew not to get on Lucifer's bad side. Something about the situation still tugged on her soul, so to say, so she decided to hide behind the building instead of just leaving. She pressed her ear up against the back of their house and tried to listen in to what he said.

(She is still pure chaos stuffed in a mortal vessel and still owns a phone, it's just perpetually dead and in the drawer under her bed.)

Konrád stopped walking. He walked off the side of the path, watching the beginning of the scene unfold. Only thing he knew is that while he is curious, it would be best to stay away from things as far as possible. He felt Jarek's presence lingering within his mind. Its pulling led him to continue on his walk, but continued forward. Closer and closer onwards despite his hand tightly gripping the umbrella handle. His hair showing little streaks of dark red.

Somehow Kamilla decided to ignore the fact that her dress and headscarf were damp. Though wrapping the wet thing around her head, she bit down on her bottom lip in order to focus her attention on something else.

She dashed over to see what was going on. She wanted to know who the new monster was. She wondered if they would like to stomp in rain puddles or make flower crowns. Kamilla hoped they weren't a vampire only because her being one is probably enough for everyone, including herself.

Kamilla walked around until noticing Chikara behind the building, she stopped. An odd iron scent came from inside; Kamilla shook her head at the observation. Trying to not get a lot of mud on her dress, she picked up her skirts then slowly came over. "Is everything alright?" She whispered. Pressing the side of her head against the building, she then asked, "Do we have a new friend?"