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These are some longer posts for the various RPs that I'm. They don't really require much background to make sense by if you have questions....

from A Medieval RP((Open! Please join.))

note: this is a flashback.

Arana was riding on horseback. She looked the same except her hair was long, flowing all the way down her back. The half elf was dressed in a fine gown, so unlike what she wore now.
She was riding through a forest and though, at a glance, one might have guessed that it was "pleasant ride", the way she continually glanced behind her gave away the fact that she was being chased.
It was a man that rode the roan that pursued Arana. He was dressed is dark clothes. His face was obscured by the black hood of his cloak.
He was gaining on her. In an act of defiance, Arana turned her black stallion to face him abruptly. Her hands clenched a sword, one obviously of elven design. To those who recognized it, it was Windcutter. The sword she had uncovered in the armory.
The man rode past Arana. If one paid attention, one could see that as he passed, he thrust a dagger into the hindquarters of her horse.
When the stallion reared, Arana tumbled to the ground. She struggled to her feet, as the man turned the roan to ride past her again. The half elf held Windcutter with both hands. The man stopped the horse in front of her. "Hello, little elf princess."
Arana flushed. "Don't call me that!"
He smirked. Suddenly, with abnormal speed, he grabbed the girl's shoulder. She dropped Windcutter in surprise. He pulled her close to the horse's flanks and pulled down the shoulder of her gown so that the bare skin of her shoulder was exposed. With the same lightning quick speed, he drew his dagger and cut her shoulder in a crescent. Arana cried out quietly.
"Something to remember me by," he whispered. Then he released her and rode away.
And Arana fell to the forest floor.

Whiteness for what seemed to be a long time.

Arana lay on a velvet couch under a marble, ivy-covered pavilion. Her face was pale. Too pale. Her eyes opened after a time and she gazed around. A young man entered the pavilion. He smiled at her, in a kind and concerned manner. The young elf knelt next to Arana.
"How do you fare, cousin?"
Arana opened her mouth to speak when the same look of pain from before crossed her face. She clutched at her shoulder, which was bandaged. A silver tear crossed her face. "It hurts," she whispered.
The young man nodded. "I don't-...I don't know what kind of poison he used, but I...I can't fix it. I'm sorry." He took Arana's free hand into his and sat there. Rain began to fall, the pavilion echoing with the sounds of water.

And then the image faded.

From Simplicity

note: this is a dream sequence.

Cerdwin stirred. She was dreaming, something that hadn't happened in-...since her mother had died, actually.

She was in a the meadow by the sacred lake, as she was in reality. It in her dream, everything had a ghostly feel to it. No colors: only blacks and greys and whites. Cerdwin was standing in the grass, seemingly with no purpose. Then she turned, looking to her left and her mother was there.
Illia looked exactly the same: long straight brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail, twinkling brown eyes of a matching hue. Cerdwin's mother was the only colorful being there, dressed in a rich red gown that reached the ground. With regret, Cerdwin realized it was the gown her mother had died in. It was the same scarlet velvet that her mother would cradle when talking of her lost husband. Cerdwin could only assume that it was a gift from her unknown father.
"Hello," Illia said, in her lilting tone that was so familiar to Cerdwin's ears. Cerdwin repeated the greeting.
"You have new acquaintances, I see." Cerdwin nodded. Her mother smiled. "Are you faring well?" Another nod of the head. "Good."
"And you plan to help these people?"
"I believe it is the right thing to do."
Illia was silent. After a moment she said, "I see." A second pause. "Perhaps I can assist you, daughter." She walked over to one of the trees on the edge of the clearing and pulled off a slender branch with all of the grace that a lady might have while offering someone a drink. Illia balanced the stick in her palm and it mutated and transformed itself. When it was once again a solid being, the woman handed it to her daughter. It was a sword.
"I know it is not your weapon of choice, but in the times coming, this may be needed. Understood?"
"Yes."
Illia smiled, and the smile was one full of both pride and regret. Cerdwin felt tears moving down her own cheeks. "Mother..."

Cerdwin sat up to find her face wet with tears. She sat up and wiped them away. "Sarah?" she called out.

From RP for Book/Manga-based Peoples [OPEN & NEEDS PARTICIPANTS]

note: no notes for this one!

Okami grinned as she dodged traffic on her bike. She was on her way back to the house that she shared with Ed, Al, and Yumi from buying groceries. Somehow, buying food had become her job, but she was used to it now.
Seeing a potential shortcut, she swerved the bike into an alleyway. Immediately, she was forced to brake. Lying on the dirty cobblestones, was a person, and one who was obviously not in a good condition. Okami dismounted and approached the figure cautiously.
The person was curled up, and some white feathers were lying around him. Yes, on closer inspection, Okami found that it was, in fact, a young man. He seemed to be about her age, give or take a year. His sandy-brown hair was mussed and all he wore was a pair of white pants, dirtied by the trash of the place. His eyes were closed, as if he was simply asleep, though Okami could see that his breathing was shallow enough to be dangerous.
"Um, hello?" She knelt beside him and shook his shoulder gently. His eyelids fluttered open to reveal peircing green eyes.
"Huh?"
"Are you okay?"
His voice was weak. "Fine. I'm fine."
Okami shook her head. "No, you're not. Let me help you."
Tern nodded his approval tiredly. When the girl offered her hand, he took it and stood up unsteadily.
Okami was shocked at how light he was. He must have not eaten in days, she thought. She jumped back on the bike and then assisted him onto the bike seat, which was big enough for two people, for some reason. The wolf-girl sat in front and told the young man to hold onto her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach as instructed. Then Okami pedaled through the rest of the alley and continued on her way home.

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