forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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Distantly, the figure heard shouting. Normally he wouldn't care for mortals, but he was curious to see what the commotion was. He made his way over to the noises, trying to keep hidden and out of sight

Lata came upon a large weeping willow. It was quite pretty actually. A girl sat at the base of it, looking a few years older than herself. She was actually quite pretty. Taking a few steps closer, she stepped on a small pile of fallen leaves, making a crunching noise. She quickly hid behind the tree before she could be seen. To cover up her misstep, she made a small squirrel with her illusions scamper over in the opposite direction she was hiding in.

The young woman moved from a crouch to a sit, flipping to a different page. Half of the spell books pages were white, meaning that they contained natural, good, spells. The other pages were black, meaning that they contained dark spells and hexes. She had never thought to even look at the black pages. Being gentle in nature, she wasn’t fond of the thought of hurting other people. She knew enough to protect herself, so why cast horrible spells and hexes on people? That wouldn’t
lead to good things, it would only get her executed like her mother.

Sam squinted. He must have heard wrong somehow. It was just one girl beneath a willow and another hiding behind it. He waved his hand, runes sparking to life along his arms. They burned orange before hiding him. Slowly he made his way over to the two

The younger woman glanced up. She could feel the presence of aura’s. There was one by a different tree, she guessed. But the other was much more difficult to place, and the crowded feel of it gave her a headache. She shut her spell book and stuffed it into her satchel, standing slowly. Her eyes glanced around her as she tried to decide what to do. The presences could be friendly, but they could also be hostile. She was torn on whether to run or confront the presences.

Lata had caught a peek at the black pages and it startled her. This girl had the ability to harm her if needs be. She began to try and sneak away when she bumped into something. When she turned around, she didn't see anything however.
"What the-" she whispered.

Sam took a step back after being run into. The spell flickered out of place before he could stop it. Damn his eyes, he should have paid more attention

"Uhhhh…" Lata was shocked. She wasn't expecting more than one person. If only she had denied that man who offered her help, she might have found a decent spot for the night rather than the chance of death she had now.

The woman spun quick, hearing the voice. She looked at the younger girl and the boy with surprise in her eyes. How did I not see them before? she thought. She thought that a bit of commotion would start. So she took a few steps away from the two, slinging her satchel over her shoulder. Her grip tightened on her spell book as she ran a few spells through her mind that could be helpful in a situation like this.

Sam's head whipped around. He may not be able to see the other person, but he could certainly hear them

(Yeah, I didn’t see a character template before…)

The woman slipped from the cover of the willow tree, her eyes still on the pair. How much had they seen? If they hadn’t seen anything, then she was fine, right?

Sam backed up from the person he had run into, runes that stretched all the way up his neck and one beneath his eye sparking to life. Gods, had he accidentally walked into an ambush?

(I would just use a link for the character you're using but I can make one

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Looks:
Wearing:
Power if any:
Extra Info?:

The woman watched the symbols on the man’s skin seem to glow. What in god’s name was he? Whether he meant to or not, he was obviously a danger, and she worried for the younger girl standing in front of him. “Sweetie, come over here,” she said in a slow, calm tone. But her eyes were full of caution as she watched the man.

"I'm… just gonna goooo…." she said quickly, before making a run for it. She had to get help. Lata, what have you gotten yourself into?

(My character has a bunch of extra info that wouldn’t be useful in this RP, so I’ll just use the template…

Name: Lucia (Lucy) Teller
Age: 18 years
Gender: Female
Looks: Bobbed/wavy russet colored hair, deep green eyes, lightly tanned skin, slender/curvy frame, around 5’5.
Wearing: Dark green glasses, white button up blouse, navy blue fitting jeans, brown combat boots.
Power if any: Natural witchcraft, could do dark witchcraft but chooses not to.
Extra Info: Lucy constantly carries around her satchel which is filled with various important ingredients and her family spellbook. Other things about her I’ve already stated..)

Lucy moved in front of the young girl, stopping her. “I need to know what you saw, please,” she said quickly. She didn’t want to frighten the girl, but she did need to know if she saw anything. She couldn’t have her secret getting out because a young girl saw her heal herself.

Lata sighed, hesitant to say what she saw. "I saw the dark pages… that was all."

Name: Ree
Sexuality: Lesbian
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Power if any: General magic, element manipulation, healing, can speak to animals, psychic powers, extreme empathic abilities, abnormally smart, strong, and agile.
Extra Info: Love to be with books and animals over people, a little flirty, kind, brave, wants people to be peaceful.
Looks: (Shown below)

Lucy exhaled sharply and nodded slowly. “Alright.. Do you know what that means?” She asked, looking at the girl.

"No offense, but I'm 12, not 5. Yes I know what they mean."

Lucy ran a hand over her face in thought. “I didn’t mean it like that, some people are oblivious to witchcraft…” she said slowly. She tried to remember if she knew about magic when she was young. The earliest memory of being exposed to magic was when she was eight, and she had skimmed her knee after a fall she remembered her mother running out and giving her a small potion, much like the silver one, and it healed her.

Ree pulled the hood of her cloak over her head, walked out of her house, and went to the market. It was a chilly day, so nobody would question her cloak.