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Introductions & Departures / Re: A new arrival
« Last post by SolInvictus274 on March 22, 2017, 04:40:08 PM »
It's been hours, and nobody posted anything. Is the site dead?
Introductions & Departures / Re: A new arrival
« Last post by SolInvictus274 on March 22, 2017, 01:39:58 PM »
Are you a bot?

Richard is most definitely not a bot. He's the guy that made this forum :P

Anyway, welcome to RAF :D Your name a Faith No More reference? If so, nicely done :)

I asked if he was a bot because he showed up as soon as I posted. Does he use automated scripts?

Sol Invictus means "Unconquered Sun". https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sol_Invictus

How many active users are on this site?
General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on March 22, 2017, 10:21:39 AM »
New book ideas.

  • Book MCLXXVII (1,177): "Lemme Tell Ya Sumthin', Wraith!" -- The RAFians must deal with the vampiric Wraiths.
  • Book MCLXXVIII (1,178): "The Kinetic Connection" -- The RAFians must save a family of seven newly-orphaned siblings from an old faction.
  • Book MCLXXIX (1,179): "Always Trying to Come Back" -- The RAFians must deal with an old villain trying to come back into power again.

Don't think I rehashed anything (a very tangible possibility this many books in).

New chapter.

Boisterous Overconfidence

The alpha snorted derisively. "You think you're tough? You? I defeated and cowed into submission and subservience the great Vereticus Fefnir!! And you think a scrawny thing like you would be able to stand up against me of all people? Especially my werewolf form?"

Cloak was anything but scrawny. He stood roughly eight feet tall with the appropriate humanoid proportions to match. Granted, if the alpha decided to rear back unto his digigrade feet (which Cloak suspected might become plantigrade, but this was speculation), he would be about three, four feet taller than Cloak. But that did not make him stronger, faster or smarter than the Realm Walker.

"What? Why have you stopped talking?" he said, mistaking Cloak's stoic silence for fear and cowardice. Clearly, this guy was used to using fear and intimidation to obtain compliance and capitulation. Only this time, it wouldn't work. "Are you scared you weak, little NOTHING?!"

Cloak just simply, with folded arms, clearly unimpressed with the alpha, "You really have no idea who you're dealing with, do you?"

"No," he disagreed, rather boorishly. Then he spoke in a way that Cloak found rather childish, "you don't know who you're dealing with."

"Nice comeback," Cloak said, voice drenched in acid sarcasm.

"Fine, you want to fight, then let's fight." the alpha growled, already launching his attack.

Cloak barely had to move to evade his attacks. The technique was sloppy. The execution was amateurish, and telegraphed so obviously. Cloak wondered if the so-called "great" Vereticus Fefnir was blind and deaf when the alpha took him on. Honestly, this was disappointing for a battle. He fought like a brute, relying solely on brute strength instead of tactics and strategy. He had no nuance, no finesse, no noteworthy skill. Honestly, it was embarrassing.

Perhaps all the years consumed by his obsession had corroded and eroded his fighting prowess. Or maybe it was an aftereffect of being in his wolf form. Who knew which one was if? But it scarcely mattered, as this was one of Cloak's easy battles, bar none.

"Stop moving!!" he demanded, despite the fact that Cloak only moved in the most minute manner possible, and still none of his strikes landed.

"I haven't, not really," Cloak said, "in case you haven't noticed."

This just incensed the alpha more. And this was just pathetic. This guy was clearly not practiced at all. If he ever had skill at any point, he had allowed it to atrophy to the point of ridiculousness. And he also had one glaring weakness that he didn't care to acknowledge.

"Stop moving, coward!!"

"Are you blind as well as stupid?" Cloak said.

"RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHH HH!" the alpha said as he lunged at him again. This time it looked like it may have hit -- if Cloak didn't somersault over him, using the alpha's.own shoulders to do so. He landed daintily, without a sound behind him, as he had a tremendous crash, like something out of a cartoon.

"Just a thing to note," Cloak said, as the alpha picked himself up, shaking off the impact. "In an one-on-one battle, a tiger will triumph over a wolf every time."
Introductions & Departures / Re: A new arrival
« Last post by NothingFromSomething on March 22, 2017, 02:40:27 AM »
Haha, Faith No More didn't exactly invent "Sol Invictus', gh.  :P  Awesome as they may be.

But yesh, yesh, wilkommen to the newbie.

General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on March 22, 2017, 12:10:05 AM »
New chapter.

A Need For Distance

He had knew that they would come after him. He knew. He knew it.

So, then, why did it take him by such surprise that they actually deigned to show up? Why did it just hit him there and then that they would be there? Why did the fear have to bubble up making him nearly incoherent? Why did he default to that demurred, submissive state again? They were not his masters. They held no sovereignty over him. They held no dominion over him.

He flapped his wings as hard as he could, putting distance between him and his abusers as much as he could. He didn't really care about the destination as long as they weren't there. All he wanted was as much distance as possible from them.

They still terrified him, making him feel as though he were a child -- though he couldn't really remember his actual childhood -- it's been too long, and too much has happened to thoroughly eclipse it.

He allowed himself to fly high enough that his bat form was silhouetted by the huge, full moon. He didn't think this through, his mind too full of fear and intimidation to consider the possible implications and ramifications of this.

He had honestly entertained a notion, once, that he would never the Fefnir clan again. That he was safe from their reach. That he . . . that they could never touch him at the forum. Thought he was always . . . thought that this part of his life was behind him. This whole situation was nothing but an echo of a past that he so incredibly didn't want to catch up to him.

His chiropteran arms felt as if they were on fire and he found that he didn't care all that much. All he knew was that he wasn't far enough away from them. He would never be far enough away from them. They always were with him -- if not physically, but in his mind. He had always dreaded this day. This day when they found him.

A momentary shriek and he discovered that an owl had decided that he was prey. Now even the woodland critters were turning on him. He didn't know if owls preyed on bats, but he felt that it might be wise to take cover. So, he did just that, narrowly missing becoming a meal, roosting in the eaves of some old, abandoned building. He clung to the shadows, feeling a modicum of safety there.

Life really wasn't fair. Undead life, even more so. He had never asked for this. Any of this. What had he done to deserve this kind of treatment? What did he do to warrant it? He would really like to know. He would really like to know why he must suffer through this misfortune.

Even though it was a warm June night, he shivered beneath the eaves of this house. He wondered idly if he never retook his human form and just stayed a bat, maybe that would be sufficient to keep them from finding him. Maybe that was the perfect disguise. Maybe . . .

He sat their for the longest time -- he may have dozed once or twice he did not know. He just felt miserable. Even more so when he realized he had just up and abandoned Cloak. For really no reason but his terror.

This made his bat body feel heavier than it should have. The weight and burden of guilt. He knew that he should go back. He knew he was just running from his problems. He knew that he was allowing fear and intimidation to dominate him. He should go back. He should . . .

But he was so afraid. The Fefnir clan was one of the fiercest, most fearsome werewolf clans in existence, if not the fiercest and the most fearsome. How could he go back? Cloak was more than capable of taking care of himself. He w-wouldn't need his help.

Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Leona on March 21, 2017, 06:48:39 PM »
Thanks all. It's nice having a place to stretch the legs of a character I don't get to RP that much anymore. If anyone is ever interested in more story driven RP in a small group or even 1x1 just let me know. I would like a chance to develop this character more then I was able to in past RPs.
Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by dreamsleever on March 21, 2017, 06:28:17 PM »
Velociraptors?  o:  How did they end up at the space bar?  That sounds like an amusing story!

Leona, so glad to have you here, xD you're the one who reminded me this exists!  <3

I really how this is run.  You don't have to adhere to any specific outside plotline, makes it easy to jump in, and everyone has an interesting story.  This is all so exciting, I'm looking forward to learning things about your characters through interacting with them :3  The writing here is so good!

Heck, I could have it that Forlin came into here from Earth rather than finding transport in space.  Just feels wrong for him to have a ship, considering I have him as an Andalite who's been stranded on Earth for a long time (with memory loss due to trauma as well).  I'll have to ponder what that universe which he comes from is like.../hmmm

Thank you for clarifying that!
Introductions & Departures / Re: A new arrival
« Last post by gh on March 21, 2017, 04:51:36 PM »
Just corrected it. I'm on my phone, sue me :P
Introductions & Departures / Re: A new arrival
« Last post by Cloak on March 21, 2017, 04:24:21 PM »
Nafe, GH, really? :P

Anyway, hello . . . Sol, was it? Welcome the forum.
Introductions & Departures / Re: A new arrival
« Last post by gh on March 21, 2017, 04:20:18 PM »
Are you a bot?

Richard is most definitely not a bot. He's the guy that made this forum :P

Anyway, welcome to RAF :D Your name a Faith No More reference? If so, nicely done :)
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