Post by Willow on Dec 1, 2010 9:29:23 GMT -5
ooc: Roulette. EVERY CHARACTER. So don't interrupt until you see at least TWELVE DIFFERENT CHARACTERS. Kthanx. This is a CANON
bic:
Willow sat with her legs hugged to her chest, arms wrapped around them, green, silver tinged eyes cast out over the lake. Today was just one of those days. Brown hair - brushed out, for once - fell over one shoulder. She just didn't want to be here, but where else was there to go? She hadn't the slightest idea. At least, she thought, Fenrir was back, and even if he was wrapped up with the 'Chosen' wolf Orca - the thought made a smile tug at the corner of her lips - it was nice to have every one back.
Even if Roan seemed to be gone for good.
The lycan sighed. What was the matter with her? Lately it seemed nothing but depression. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she'd woken up here and didn't remember why. Something with Forgoil. There was a giant hole in her memory, which led Willow to believe Forgoil had put a memory spell on her - or at least someone had.
She'd woken up shaking with nightmares she couldn't remember.
Her breath misted in front of her, little clouds of frigid air. The frost on the edge of the lake wasn't disturbed by the churning water - maybe it was going to storm. Had it been storming when she had gone out like a light? Willow couldn't remember that either. Sigh. She would just have to deal with it until - if it ever did - it came up again.
Forgoil's scent was all over the place, so it had indeed had something to do with that. And what about that other smell?
Bad smell.
Willow wrinkled her nose and looked up. The lakeside was awfully quiet, but then, maybe the kids all had mid-terms. Willow didn't remember taking any when she had been in school, but conveniently she'd been out of school most of the time during tests anyway. The lycanthrope made a face. Great. Now to dredge up THOSE memories. As if she needed to think of anything more depressing.
She scowled into her distorted reflection on the water, drawing in the sand with one finger.
What had happened?
ooc: Jeremy is next.
bic:
Willow sat with her legs hugged to her chest, arms wrapped around them, green, silver tinged eyes cast out over the lake. Today was just one of those days. Brown hair - brushed out, for once - fell over one shoulder. She just didn't want to be here, but where else was there to go? She hadn't the slightest idea. At least, she thought, Fenrir was back, and even if he was wrapped up with the 'Chosen' wolf Orca - the thought made a smile tug at the corner of her lips - it was nice to have every one back.
Even if Roan seemed to be gone for good.
The lycan sighed. What was the matter with her? Lately it seemed nothing but depression. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she'd woken up here and didn't remember why. Something with Forgoil. There was a giant hole in her memory, which led Willow to believe Forgoil had put a memory spell on her - or at least someone had.
She'd woken up shaking with nightmares she couldn't remember.
Her breath misted in front of her, little clouds of frigid air. The frost on the edge of the lake wasn't disturbed by the churning water - maybe it was going to storm. Had it been storming when she had gone out like a light? Willow couldn't remember that either. Sigh. She would just have to deal with it until - if it ever did - it came up again.
Forgoil's scent was all over the place, so it had indeed had something to do with that. And what about that other smell?
Bad smell.
Willow wrinkled her nose and looked up. The lakeside was awfully quiet, but then, maybe the kids all had mid-terms. Willow didn't remember taking any when she had been in school, but conveniently she'd been out of school most of the time during tests anyway. The lycanthrope made a face. Great. Now to dredge up THOSE memories. As if she needed to think of anything more depressing.
She scowled into her distorted reflection on the water, drawing in the sand with one finger.
What had happened?
ooc: Jeremy is next.