foxthewall

[foxthewall]

ITS JOHN DOE DAY!1!1!1!1 you’re cooked

Nah, I clearly cooked them with my gasharpoon B)

(This was from yesterday btw, just was busy and didn’t look)

[foxthewall]

"Oh! Uh... wow..." Fox looks over the lighter as he's amazed at getting one from Ell "This honestly means a lot to me." He just continues to look at it before flicking it open and closed, amused by it before getting back on track "Ahem, yeah, I get you about starting unhealthy things. It's a lot easier to do than quit, hah." He looks at Ell with a smile. "What truly lies behind that smile?"

“I am still in control.”

[OPEN ROLEPLAY

(trigger warning right here because holy shit it is descriptive. gore and some other good stuff. if you got tagged especially fox just know that this is in her dreams and nothing he says is real in this. anyway don’t worry guys she will be A-OKAY AFTER THIS! probably.)

Ell returned to the forest, her scythe perched against what was left of a tree stump. She exhaustedly picked it up, her fingers tightening around it so it wouldn’t slip out of her grasp.

As she began to make her way back, she began to feel off. Her steps began heavier, more frantic. Her heart pounded against her chest insistently. Where was it. Where was the path? She tried to retrace her steps, but to no avail, no avail at all. I need to get out of here. Even though there was none, she felt a silhouette behind her.

Ellenor’s head began to spin, causing her to loose track of her trail. She began to violently cough, collapsing to the tall grass as blood trickled down her clothing. An aggressive yell echoed through the forest, not realizing it came from her own throat. Ell clenched at her scythe desperately, dragging it towards her side. Fighting to stay awake, she tried to push herself up with her weapon, but accidentally made a clean chop off a part of her horn.

“Fuck!” Her eyes widened in pain, writhing on the ground until she had tired herself out. With the strength she could muster, Ell pushed her back against a tree and began to doze off.

Everything went to black.

@soriyafuq

As Ell blinked her eyes open, there she was. Artemis stood there, that poor smile moments before the incident.

“WAIT!” She had tried to exclaim, but nothing came out of her mouth. The bombs went off, the gasps and screams emerging from the crowd around. Blood splattered around the premises that was once Artemis.

nononononononotagainplease

As the others ran up to the injured goddess, she stood there, frozen, preoccupied in her own horror. Then she sprinted down the steps, eventually tumbling down, the guilt overwhelming her mind.

Why couldn’t I do anything to save her? Why?

Embodying the beauty of fallen dreams.

Her consciousness blinked, again.

This time there was black. All black. Nothingness for miles and eternity.

Ell began to walk forward, still captivated by the relapse of the final trial. She began to lament, before stopping dead in her tracks like a deer in headlights.

Fog scattered around the area, Selene standing in the middle of the madness. Petrified for a moment, Ell then sprinted forward with open arms, wanting to pull her into an embrace. But, no matter how much she ran, she couldn’t reach her. Her sister only seemed to appear farther away each time she got even remotely close.

Once she had finally reached her, pulling her into her arms, she realized that Selene was gone.

She had been gone.

Blinding eyes appears everywhere she looked, staring at her menacingly.

I’m not good enough. I will never be good enough.

Lay your head down to rest.

Ellenor wrapped her arms over her own eyesight, shielding her from the intense stares.

As she slowly removed them, she found herself elsewhere.

@foxthewall

A familiar friend. A feel of safety. She found herself in a coffee shop with Fox Wallis. They sat at a table together. Ellenor examined his friendly demeanor and expression, but something felt off. She took a swig of her coffee and glanced around at the eerily quiet cafe.

“I-… I should go.”

He didn’t respond. He just kept… looking.

Ell pushed herself to her feet, removing eye contact as she edged toward the door.

She paused.

“…Hello? Fox?”

No response.

Just as Ell opened the door, that was when he stood up, slowly inching closer.

He mumbled something she couldn’t quite comprehend:

“Blfi hgfyylim mzgfiv droo gzpv blf mldsviv yfg blfi wvnrhv.”

“What?”

“Gsviv droo yv mlmv gl yoznv yfg blfihvou.”

“I don’t understand.”

She backed up and ran out of the door, leading her back to there.

Ambition. Allow it to lead you foward.

Her tense mind wrapped around the various smiling faces of chattering people. She walked forward in a daze, the target standing out like an eyesore.

“Hello?” She said, that menacing but welcoming expression only serving as a factor to Pheonix’s motive.

She tried to hold back, but the words slipped off her tongue. Phoenix remembered every little detail. “You must be Erica? Erica Wilm?” Her faced flooded with anxiety, eyes darting frantically around. There was no exit. The event was too crowded with people.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Pheonix smirked. “Ah, well, may I ask you to come with me? I’d like to know some more about you. We’ll share a drink. It’s on me.” The target hesitantly agreed, following her steps. The plan should role out perfectly, and, if not, she had other ideas, too. Pheonix brought the two of them to a private table. The event seemed to be serving food and drinks as well.

“So, anything you wanted to speak with me specifically about?”

Pheonix began to fabricate lies on the spot. “Oh, not much.. you are quite the pretentious person. I’m surprised there’s not that many fawning back there.”

“I’m flattered.”

A waiter came nearby, the light illuminating his occupied manners.

“Can I get you anything else?” He asked, his rushed eyes scanning the table for any refills of their waters.

“No, thank you.” Pheonix dissmissively shooed him away, not allowing the target to even make eye contact with him. Her eyes turned to her, “Erica, why don’t you grab us some menus? She nodded with a gentle smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but it was fine. It would be over soon. Meanwhile, she edged over to the target’s side of the table and began to stir the poison in stealthily, quickly rushing back over as she saw her begin to approach. The target passed Pheonix one of the menus. She began to raise her glass of water. “Cheers?”

“Cheers.” The two of their glasses met in a clinking embrace. She took a sip of her water and watched the dehydrated target take a swig of hers.

It wasn’t long before the target began to cough and sputter. “Erica? Are you alright?” She edged forward in her chair, trying to hide the pleasure of success flowing through her mind. She didn’t respond. She kept coughing. Just as her poor body had gone limp, Ellenor heard frightening words emerge from her dying mouth.

“Are you sorry? Will you ever face the consequences?”

And then it was gone.

Ell groggily awoke, blood rushing to her head. She felt a throbbing pain in her chest. Looking down, she had seen the clear stab wound created from her scythe. Ell leaned her head black, slamming it against the oak, grunting. She was too tired to take care of it. Blood pooled in a circle around her. Her eyes burned with a fierce tolerance of her current state. I’m not going to let up.

“Damn it..” she muttered, harshly.

It wasn’t long before she heard footsteps near. She grabbed her scythe, laboriously pulling herself to her feet as her organs churned within her. It was pathetic to be seen like this. She glanced around and hid behind it, her eyes relentlessly scanning the area for passerby’s.

(SORRY IF THAT WAS A LOT TO READ.. HEH. IF YOU READ ALLAT I CONGRATULATE YOU)

[foxthewall]

"Hm, well... I don't get why it's so worrying to you that you had to punch me. But we all have our own ways of dealing with emotions and stress, I guess, heh." He'd lie back looking up at the sky as he lets out a sigh and wiggles a bit to get a little comfy against the grass "Anything you might need me to do? I'm here right now while you're injured and seeming tired, so I might as well give you my time to help you."

“I am still in control.”

[OPEN ROLEPLAY

(trigger warning right here because holy shit it is descriptive. gore and some other good stuff. if you got tagged especially fox just know that this is in her dreams and nothing he says is real in this. anyway don’t worry guys she will be A-OKAY AFTER THIS! probably.)

Ell returned to the forest, her scythe perched against what was left of a tree stump. She exhaustedly picked it up, her fingers tightening around it so it wouldn’t slip out of her grasp.

As she began to make her way back, she began to feel off. Her steps began heavier, more frantic. Her heart pounded against her chest insistently. Where was it. Where was the path? She tried to retrace her steps, but to no avail, no avail at all. I need to get out of here. Even though there was none, she felt a silhouette behind her.

Ellenor’s head began to spin, causing her to loose track of her trail. She began to violently cough, collapsing to the tall grass as blood trickled down her clothing. An aggressive yell echoed through the forest, not realizing it came from her own throat. Ell clenched at her scythe desperately, dragging it towards her side. Fighting to stay awake, she tried to push herself up with her weapon, but accidentally made a clean chop off a part of her horn.

“Fuck!” Her eyes widened in pain, writhing on the ground until she had tired herself out. With the strength she could muster, Ell pushed her back against a tree and began to doze off.

Everything went to black.

@soriyafuq

As Ell blinked her eyes open, there she was. Artemis stood there, that poor smile moments before the incident.

“WAIT!” She had tried to exclaim, but nothing came out of her mouth. The bombs went off, the gasps and screams emerging from the crowd around. Blood splattered around the premises that was once Artemis.

nononononononotagainplease

As the others ran up to the injured goddess, she stood there, frozen, preoccupied in her own horror. Then she sprinted down the steps, eventually tumbling down, the guilt overwhelming her mind.

Why couldn’t I do anything to save her? Why?

Embodying the beauty of fallen dreams.

Her consciousness blinked, again.

This time there was black. All black. Nothingness for miles and eternity.

Ell began to walk forward, still captivated by the relapse of the final trial. She began to lament, before stopping dead in her tracks like a deer in headlights.

Fog scattered around the area, Selene standing in the middle of the madness. Petrified for a moment, Ell then sprinted forward with open arms, wanting to pull her into an embrace. But, no matter how much she ran, she couldn’t reach her. Her sister only seemed to appear farther away each time she got even remotely close.

Once she had finally reached her, pulling her into her arms, she realized that Selene was gone.

She had been gone.

Blinding eyes appears everywhere she looked, staring at her menacingly.

I’m not good enough. I will never be good enough.

Lay your head down to rest.

Ellenor wrapped her arms over her own eyesight, shielding her from the intense stares.

As she slowly removed them, she found herself elsewhere.

@foxthewall

A familiar friend. A feel of safety. She found herself in a coffee shop with Fox Wallis. They sat at a table together. Ellenor examined his friendly demeanor and expression, but something felt off. She took a swig of her coffee and glanced around at the eerily quiet cafe.

“I-… I should go.”

He didn’t respond. He just kept… looking.

Ell pushed herself to her feet, removing eye contact as she edged toward the door.

She paused.

“…Hello? Fox?”

No response.

Just as Ell opened the door, that was when he stood up, slowly inching closer.

He mumbled something she couldn’t quite comprehend:

“Blfi hgfyylim mzgfiv droo gzpv blf mldsviv yfg blfi wvnrhv.”

“What?”

“Gsviv droo yv mlmv gl yoznv yfg blfihvou.”

“I don’t understand.”

She backed up and ran out of the door, leading her back to there.

Ambition. Allow it to lead you foward.

Her tense mind wrapped around the various smiling faces of chattering people. She walked forward in a daze, the target standing out like an eyesore.

“Hello?” She said, that menacing but welcoming expression only serving as a factor to Pheonix’s motive.

She tried to hold back, but the words slipped off her tongue. Phoenix remembered every little detail. “You must be Erica? Erica Wilm?” Her faced flooded with anxiety, eyes darting frantically around. There was no exit. The event was too crowded with people.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Pheonix smirked. “Ah, well, may I ask you to come with me? I’d like to know some more about you. We’ll share a drink. It’s on me.” The target hesitantly agreed, following her steps. The plan should role out perfectly, and, if not, she had other ideas, too. Pheonix brought the two of them to a private table. The event seemed to be serving food and drinks as well.

“So, anything you wanted to speak with me specifically about?”

Pheonix began to fabricate lies on the spot. “Oh, not much.. you are quite the pretentious person. I’m surprised there’s not that many fawning back there.”

“I’m flattered.”

A waiter came nearby, the light illuminating his occupied manners.

“Can I get you anything else?” He asked, his rushed eyes scanning the table for any refills of their waters.

“No, thank you.” Pheonix dissmissively shooed him away, not allowing the target to even make eye contact with him. Her eyes turned to her, “Erica, why don’t you grab us some menus? She nodded with a gentle smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but it was fine. It would be over soon. Meanwhile, she edged over to the target’s side of the table and began to stir the poison in stealthily, quickly rushing back over as she saw her begin to approach. The target passed Pheonix one of the menus. She began to raise her glass of water. “Cheers?”

“Cheers.” The two of their glasses met in a clinking embrace. She took a sip of her water and watched the dehydrated target take a swig of hers.

It wasn’t long before the target began to cough and sputter. “Erica? Are you alright?” She edged forward in her chair, trying to hide the pleasure of success flowing through her mind. She didn’t respond. She kept coughing. Just as her poor body had gone limp, Ellenor heard frightening words emerge from her dying mouth.

“Are you sorry? Will you ever face the consequences?”

And then it was gone.

Ell groggily awoke, blood rushing to her head. She felt a throbbing pain in her chest. Looking down, she had seen the clear stab wound created from her scythe. Ell leaned her head black, slamming it against the oak, grunting. She was too tired to take care of it. Blood pooled in a circle around her. Her eyes burned with a fierce tolerance of her current state. I’m not going to let up.

“Damn it..” she muttered, harshly.

It wasn’t long before she heard footsteps near. She grabbed her scythe, laboriously pulling herself to her feet as her organs churned within her. It was pathetic to be seen like this. She glanced around and hid behind it, her eyes relentlessly scanning the area for passerby’s.

(SORRY IF THAT WAS A LOT TO READ.. HEH. IF YOU READ ALLAT I CONGRATULATE YOU)

[foxthewall]

"Hmmmm, well that doesn't sound like me, unless I'm lost in thought, of course, hehe." He smiles at Ell saying this before stretching a bit and sitting down, he yawns. "So, anything else? Also, you never answered me about needing a hospital." He points towards Ell directly at one of her injurys

“I am still in control.”

[OPEN ROLEPLAY

(trigger warning right here because holy shit it is descriptive. gore and some other good stuff. if you got tagged especially fox just know that this is in her dreams and nothing he says is real in this. anyway don’t worry guys she will be A-OKAY AFTER THIS! probably.)

Ell returned to the forest, her scythe perched against what was left of a tree stump. She exhaustedly picked it up, her fingers tightening around it so it wouldn’t slip out of her grasp.

As she began to make her way back, she began to feel off. Her steps began heavier, more frantic. Her heart pounded against her chest insistently. Where was it. Where was the path? She tried to retrace her steps, but to no avail, no avail at all. I need to get out of here. Even though there was none, she felt a silhouette behind her.

Ellenor’s head began to spin, causing her to loose track of her trail. She began to violently cough, collapsing to the tall grass as blood trickled down her clothing. An aggressive yell echoed through the forest, not realizing it came from her own throat. Ell clenched at her scythe desperately, dragging it towards her side. Fighting to stay awake, she tried to push herself up with her weapon, but accidentally made a clean chop off a part of her horn.

“Fuck!” Her eyes widened in pain, writhing on the ground until she had tired herself out. With the strength she could muster, Ell pushed her back against a tree and began to doze off.

Everything went to black.

@soriyafuq

As Ell blinked her eyes open, there she was. Artemis stood there, that poor smile moments before the incident.

“WAIT!” She had tried to exclaim, but nothing came out of her mouth. The bombs went off, the gasps and screams emerging from the crowd around. Blood splattered around the premises that was once Artemis.

nononononononotagainplease

As the others ran up to the injured goddess, she stood there, frozen, preoccupied in her own horror. Then she sprinted down the steps, eventually tumbling down, the guilt overwhelming her mind.

Why couldn’t I do anything to save her? Why?

Embodying the beauty of fallen dreams.

Her consciousness blinked, again.

This time there was black. All black. Nothingness for miles and eternity.

Ell began to walk forward, still captivated by the relapse of the final trial. She began to lament, before stopping dead in her tracks like a deer in headlights.

Fog scattered around the area, Selene standing in the middle of the madness. Petrified for a moment, Ell then sprinted forward with open arms, wanting to pull her into an embrace. But, no matter how much she ran, she couldn’t reach her. Her sister only seemed to appear farther away each time she got even remotely close.

Once she had finally reached her, pulling her into her arms, she realized that Selene was gone.

She had been gone.

Blinding eyes appears everywhere she looked, staring at her menacingly.

I’m not good enough. I will never be good enough.

Lay your head down to rest.

Ellenor wrapped her arms over her own eyesight, shielding her from the intense stares.

As she slowly removed them, she found herself elsewhere.

@foxthewall

A familiar friend. A feel of safety. She found herself in a coffee shop with Fox Wallis. They sat at a table together. Ellenor examined his friendly demeanor and expression, but something felt off. She took a swig of her coffee and glanced around at the eerily quiet cafe.

“I-… I should go.”

He didn’t respond. He just kept… looking.

Ell pushed herself to her feet, removing eye contact as she edged toward the door.

She paused.

“…Hello? Fox?”

No response.

Just as Ell opened the door, that was when he stood up, slowly inching closer.

He mumbled something she couldn’t quite comprehend:

“Blfi hgfyylim mzgfiv droo gzpv blf mldsviv yfg blfi wvnrhv.”

“What?”

“Gsviv droo yv mlmv gl yoznv yfg blfihvou.”

“I don’t understand.”

She backed up and ran out of the door, leading her back to there.

Ambition. Allow it to lead you foward.

Her tense mind wrapped around the various smiling faces of chattering people. She walked forward in a daze, the target standing out like an eyesore.

“Hello?” She said, that menacing but welcoming expression only serving as a factor to Pheonix’s motive.

She tried to hold back, but the words slipped off her tongue. Phoenix remembered every little detail. “You must be Erica? Erica Wilm?” Her faced flooded with anxiety, eyes darting frantically around. There was no exit. The event was too crowded with people.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Pheonix smirked. “Ah, well, may I ask you to come with me? I’d like to know some more about you. We’ll share a drink. It’s on me.” The target hesitantly agreed, following her steps. The plan should role out perfectly, and, if not, she had other ideas, too. Pheonix brought the two of them to a private table. The event seemed to be serving food and drinks as well.

“So, anything you wanted to speak with me specifically about?”

Pheonix began to fabricate lies on the spot. “Oh, not much.. you are quite the pretentious person. I’m surprised there’s not that many fawning back there.”

“I’m flattered.”

A waiter came nearby, the light illuminating his occupied manners.

“Can I get you anything else?” He asked, his rushed eyes scanning the table for any refills of their waters.

“No, thank you.” Pheonix dissmissively shooed him away, not allowing the target to even make eye contact with him. Her eyes turned to her, “Erica, why don’t you grab us some menus? She nodded with a gentle smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but it was fine. It would be over soon. Meanwhile, she edged over to the target’s side of the table and began to stir the poison in stealthily, quickly rushing back over as she saw her begin to approach. The target passed Pheonix one of the menus. She began to raise her glass of water. “Cheers?”

“Cheers.” The two of their glasses met in a clinking embrace. She took a sip of her water and watched the dehydrated target take a swig of hers.

It wasn’t long before the target began to cough and sputter. “Erica? Are you alright?” She edged forward in her chair, trying to hide the pleasure of success flowing through her mind. She didn’t respond. She kept coughing. Just as her poor body had gone limp, Ellenor heard frightening words emerge from her dying mouth.

“Are you sorry? Will you ever face the consequences?”

And then it was gone.

Ell groggily awoke, blood rushing to her head. She felt a throbbing pain in her chest. Looking down, she had seen the clear stab wound created from her scythe. Ell leaned her head black, slamming it against the oak, grunting. She was too tired to take care of it. Blood pooled in a circle around her. Her eyes burned with a fierce tolerance of her current state. I’m not going to let up.

“Damn it..” she muttered, harshly.

It wasn’t long before she heard footsteps near. She grabbed her scythe, laboriously pulling herself to her feet as her organs churned within her. It was pathetic to be seen like this. She glanced around and hid behind it, her eyes relentlessly scanning the area for passerby’s.

(SORRY IF THAT WAS A LOT TO READ.. HEH. IF YOU READ ALLAT I CONGRATULATE YOU)

[foxthewall]

“Hmmmm, ok…”

Fox just stands there as he closes his eyes while thinking for a moment before flicking his tongue out

“Mmmmmm, I got nothing else besides taking you to a hospital, heh. But I’d still like to know more about what happened.”

“I am still in control.”

[OPEN ROLEPLAY

(trigger warning right here because holy shit it is descriptive. gore and some other good stuff. if you got tagged especially fox just know that this is in her dreams and nothing he says is real in this. anyway don’t worry guys she will be A-OKAY AFTER THIS! probably.)

Ell returned to the forest, her scythe perched against what was left of a tree stump. She exhaustedly picked it up, her fingers tightening around it so it wouldn’t slip out of her grasp.

As she began to make her way back, she began to feel off. Her steps began heavier, more frantic. Her heart pounded against her chest insistently. Where was it. Where was the path? She tried to retrace her steps, but to no avail, no avail at all. I need to get out of here. Even though there was none, she felt a silhouette behind her.

Ellenor’s head began to spin, causing her to loose track of her trail. She began to violently cough, collapsing to the tall grass as blood trickled down her clothing. An aggressive yell echoed through the forest, not realizing it came from her own throat. Ell clenched at her scythe desperately, dragging it towards her side. Fighting to stay awake, she tried to push herself up with her weapon, but accidentally made a clean chop off a part of her horn.

“Fuck!” Her eyes widened in pain, writhing on the ground until she had tired herself out. With the strength she could muster, Ell pushed her back against a tree and began to doze off.

Everything went to black.

@soriyafuq

As Ell blinked her eyes open, there she was. Artemis stood there, that poor smile moments before the incident.

“WAIT!” She had tried to exclaim, but nothing came out of her mouth. The bombs went off, the gasps and screams emerging from the crowd around. Blood splattered around the premises that was once Artemis.

nononononononotagainplease

As the others ran up to the injured goddess, she stood there, frozen, preoccupied in her own horror. Then she sprinted down the steps, eventually tumbling down, the guilt overwhelming her mind.

Why couldn’t I do anything to save her? Why?

Embodying the beauty of fallen dreams.

Her consciousness blinked, again.

This time there was black. All black. Nothingness for miles and eternity.

Ell began to walk forward, still captivated by the relapse of the final trial. She began to lament, before stopping dead in her tracks like a deer in headlights.

Fog scattered around the area, Selene standing in the middle of the madness. Petrified for a moment, Ell then sprinted forward with open arms, wanting to pull her into an embrace. But, no matter how much she ran, she couldn’t reach her. Her sister only seemed to appear farther away each time she got even remotely close.

Once she had finally reached her, pulling her into her arms, she realized that Selene was gone.

She had been gone.

Blinding eyes appears everywhere she looked, staring at her menacingly.

I’m not good enough. I will never be good enough.

Lay your head down to rest.

Ellenor wrapped her arms over her own eyesight, shielding her from the intense stares.

As she slowly removed them, she found herself elsewhere.

@foxthewall

A familiar friend. A feel of safety. She found herself in a coffee shop with Fox Wallis. They sat at a table together. Ellenor examined his friendly demeanor and expression, but something felt off. She took a swig of her coffee and glanced around at the eerily quiet cafe.

“I-… I should go.”

He didn’t respond. He just kept… looking.

Ell pushed herself to her feet, removing eye contact as she edged toward the door.

She paused.

“…Hello? Fox?”

No response.

Just as Ell opened the door, that was when he stood up, slowly inching closer.

He mumbled something she couldn’t quite comprehend:

“Blfi hgfyylim mzgfiv droo gzpv blf mldsviv yfg blfi wvnrhv.”

“What?”

“Gsviv droo yv mlmv gl yoznv yfg blfihvou.”

“I don’t understand.”

She backed up and ran out of the door, leading her back to there.

Ambition. Allow it to lead you foward.

Her tense mind wrapped around the various smiling faces of chattering people. She walked forward in a daze, the target standing out like an eyesore.

“Hello?” She said, that menacing but welcoming expression only serving as a factor to Pheonix’s motive.

She tried to hold back, but the words slipped off her tongue. Phoenix remembered every little detail. “You must be Erica? Erica Wilm?” Her faced flooded with anxiety, eyes darting frantically around. There was no exit. The event was too crowded with people.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Pheonix smirked. “Ah, well, may I ask you to come with me? I’d like to know some more about you. We’ll share a drink. It’s on me.” The target hesitantly agreed, following her steps. The plan should role out perfectly, and, if not, she had other ideas, too. Pheonix brought the two of them to a private table. The event seemed to be serving food and drinks as well.

“So, anything you wanted to speak with me specifically about?”

Pheonix began to fabricate lies on the spot. “Oh, not much.. you are quite the pretentious person. I’m surprised there’s not that many fawning back there.”

“I’m flattered.”

A waiter came nearby, the light illuminating his occupied manners.

“Can I get you anything else?” He asked, his rushed eyes scanning the table for any refills of their waters.

“No, thank you.” Pheonix dissmissively shooed him away, not allowing the target to even make eye contact with him. Her eyes turned to her, “Erica, why don’t you grab us some menus? She nodded with a gentle smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but it was fine. It would be over soon. Meanwhile, she edged over to the target’s side of the table and began to stir the poison in stealthily, quickly rushing back over as she saw her begin to approach. The target passed Pheonix one of the menus. She began to raise her glass of water. “Cheers?”

“Cheers.” The two of their glasses met in a clinking embrace. She took a sip of her water and watched the dehydrated target take a swig of hers.

It wasn’t long before the target began to cough and sputter. “Erica? Are you alright?” She edged forward in her chair, trying to hide the pleasure of success flowing through her mind. She didn’t respond. She kept coughing. Just as her poor body had gone limp, Ellenor heard frightening words emerge from her dying mouth.

“Are you sorry? Will you ever face the consequences?”

And then it was gone.

Ell groggily awoke, blood rushing to her head. She felt a throbbing pain in her chest. Looking down, she had seen the clear stab wound created from her scythe. Ell leaned her head black, slamming it against the oak, grunting. She was too tired to take care of it. Blood pooled in a circle around her. Her eyes burned with a fierce tolerance of her current state. I’m not going to let up.

“Damn it..” she muttered, harshly.

It wasn’t long before she heard footsteps near. She grabbed her scythe, laboriously pulling herself to her feet as her organs churned within her. It was pathetic to be seen like this. She glanced around and hid behind it, her eyes relentlessly scanning the area for passerby’s.

(SORRY IF THAT WAS A LOT TO READ.. HEH. IF YOU READ ALLAT I CONGRATULATE YOU)

[foxthewall]

"Hmmmmm, nope! But a coffee shop sounds nice!" He smiles while checking his pockets for any extra cash "Mmmm, ah! Here we go, twenty-five should cover it, right?" He was completely set on the fun idea as he started to jump around and laugh thinking about it, even forgetting about his hurt gut for a moment before holding it again for a moment "Aggg, we could go to a coffee shop and talk more about this."

“I am still in control.”

[OPEN ROLEPLAY

(trigger warning right here because holy shit it is descriptive. gore and some other good stuff. if you got tagged especially fox just know that this is in her dreams and nothing he says is real in this. anyway don’t worry guys she will be A-OKAY AFTER THIS! probably.)

Ell returned to the forest, her scythe perched against what was left of a tree stump. She exhaustedly picked it up, her fingers tightening around it so it wouldn’t slip out of her grasp.

As she began to make her way back, she began to feel off. Her steps began heavier, more frantic. Her heart pounded against her chest insistently. Where was it. Where was the path? She tried to retrace her steps, but to no avail, no avail at all. I need to get out of here. Even though there was none, she felt a silhouette behind her.

Ellenor’s head began to spin, causing her to loose track of her trail. She began to violently cough, collapsing to the tall grass as blood trickled down her clothing. An aggressive yell echoed through the forest, not realizing it came from her own throat. Ell clenched at her scythe desperately, dragging it towards her side. Fighting to stay awake, she tried to push herself up with her weapon, but accidentally made a clean chop off a part of her horn.

“Fuck!” Her eyes widened in pain, writhing on the ground until she had tired herself out. With the strength she could muster, Ell pushed her back against a tree and began to doze off.

Everything went to black.

@soriyafuq

As Ell blinked her eyes open, there she was. Artemis stood there, that poor smile moments before the incident.

“WAIT!” She had tried to exclaim, but nothing came out of her mouth. The bombs went off, the gasps and screams emerging from the crowd around. Blood splattered around the premises that was once Artemis.

nononononononotagainplease

As the others ran up to the injured goddess, she stood there, frozen, preoccupied in her own horror. Then she sprinted down the steps, eventually tumbling down, the guilt overwhelming her mind.

Why couldn’t I do anything to save her? Why?

Embodying the beauty of fallen dreams.

Her consciousness blinked, again.

This time there was black. All black. Nothingness for miles and eternity.

Ell began to walk forward, still captivated by the relapse of the final trial. She began to lament, before stopping dead in her tracks like a deer in headlights.

Fog scattered around the area, Selene standing in the middle of the madness. Petrified for a moment, Ell then sprinted forward with open arms, wanting to pull her into an embrace. But, no matter how much she ran, she couldn’t reach her. Her sister only seemed to appear farther away each time she got even remotely close.

Once she had finally reached her, pulling her into her arms, she realized that Selene was gone.

She had been gone.

Blinding eyes appears everywhere she looked, staring at her menacingly.

I’m not good enough. I will never be good enough.

Lay your head down to rest.

Ellenor wrapped her arms over her own eyesight, shielding her from the intense stares.

As she slowly removed them, she found herself elsewhere.

@foxthewall

A familiar friend. A feel of safety. She found herself in a coffee shop with Fox Wallis. They sat at a table together. Ellenor examined his friendly demeanor and expression, but something felt off. She took a swig of her coffee and glanced around at the eerily quiet cafe.

“I-… I should go.”

He didn’t respond. He just kept… looking.

Ell pushed herself to her feet, removing eye contact as she edged toward the door.

She paused.

“…Hello? Fox?”

No response.

Just as Ell opened the door, that was when he stood up, slowly inching closer.

He mumbled something she couldn’t quite comprehend:

“Blfi hgfyylim mzgfiv droo gzpv blf mldsviv yfg blfi wvnrhv.”

“What?”

“Gsviv droo yv mlmv gl yoznv yfg blfihvou.”

“I don’t understand.”

She backed up and ran out of the door, leading her back to there.

Ambition. Allow it to lead you foward.

Her tense mind wrapped around the various smiling faces of chattering people. She walked forward in a daze, the target standing out like an eyesore.

“Hello?” She said, that menacing but welcoming expression only serving as a factor to Pheonix’s motive.

She tried to hold back, but the words slipped off her tongue. Phoenix remembered every little detail. “You must be Erica? Erica Wilm?” Her faced flooded with anxiety, eyes darting frantically around. There was no exit. The event was too crowded with people.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Pheonix smirked. “Ah, well, may I ask you to come with me? I’d like to know some more about you. We’ll share a drink. It’s on me.” The target hesitantly agreed, following her steps. The plan should role out perfectly, and, if not, she had other ideas, too. Pheonix brought the two of them to a private table. The event seemed to be serving food and drinks as well.

“So, anything you wanted to speak with me specifically about?”

Pheonix began to fabricate lies on the spot. “Oh, not much.. you are quite the pretentious person. I’m surprised there’s not that many fawning back there.”

“I’m flattered.”

A waiter came nearby, the light illuminating his occupied manners.

“Can I get you anything else?” He asked, his rushed eyes scanning the table for any refills of their waters.

“No, thank you.” Pheonix dissmissively shooed him away, not allowing the target to even make eye contact with him. Her eyes turned to her, “Erica, why don’t you grab us some menus? She nodded with a gentle smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but it was fine. It would be over soon. Meanwhile, she edged over to the target’s side of the table and began to stir the poison in stealthily, quickly rushing back over as she saw her begin to approach. The target passed Pheonix one of the menus. She began to raise her glass of water. “Cheers?”

“Cheers.” The two of their glasses met in a clinking embrace. She took a sip of her water and watched the dehydrated target take a swig of hers.

It wasn’t long before the target began to cough and sputter. “Erica? Are you alright?” She edged forward in her chair, trying to hide the pleasure of success flowing through her mind. She didn’t respond. She kept coughing. Just as her poor body had gone limp, Ellenor heard frightening words emerge from her dying mouth.

“Are you sorry? Will you ever face the consequences?”

And then it was gone.

Ell groggily awoke, blood rushing to her head. She felt a throbbing pain in her chest. Looking down, she had seen the clear stab wound created from her scythe. Ell leaned her head black, slamming it against the oak, grunting. She was too tired to take care of it. Blood pooled in a circle around her. Her eyes burned with a fierce tolerance of her current state. I’m not going to let up.

“Damn it..” she muttered, harshly.

It wasn’t long before she heard footsteps near. She grabbed her scythe, laboriously pulling herself to her feet as her organs churned within her. It was pathetic to be seen like this. She glanced around and hid behind it, her eyes relentlessly scanning the area for passerby’s.

(SORRY IF THAT WAS A LOT TO READ.. HEH. IF YOU READ ALLAT I CONGRATULATE YOU)

[foxthewall]

Fox takes her hand as he continues to rub his gut a bit as he lets out a sigh "Well... let me know before you just go punching me pff." Fox sort of just laughs it off slightly as he shakes his head to clear his thoughts "Now then, you said some weird things happened to you? Does this deal with your wounds or... something else?"

“I am still in control.”

[OPEN ROLEPLAY

(trigger warning right here because holy shit it is descriptive. gore and some other good stuff. if you got tagged especially fox just know that this is in her dreams and nothing he says is real in this. anyway don’t worry guys she will be A-OKAY AFTER THIS! probably.)

Ell returned to the forest, her scythe perched against what was left of a tree stump. She exhaustedly picked it up, her fingers tightening around it so it wouldn’t slip out of her grasp.

As she began to make her way back, she began to feel off. Her steps began heavier, more frantic. Her heart pounded against her chest insistently. Where was it. Where was the path? She tried to retrace her steps, but to no avail, no avail at all. I need to get out of here. Even though there was none, she felt a silhouette behind her.

Ellenor’s head began to spin, causing her to loose track of her trail. She began to violently cough, collapsing to the tall grass as blood trickled down her clothing. An aggressive yell echoed through the forest, not realizing it came from her own throat. Ell clenched at her scythe desperately, dragging it towards her side. Fighting to stay awake, she tried to push herself up with her weapon, but accidentally made a clean chop off a part of her horn.

“Fuck!” Her eyes widened in pain, writhing on the ground until she had tired herself out. With the strength she could muster, Ell pushed her back against a tree and began to doze off.

Everything went to black.

@soriyafuq

As Ell blinked her eyes open, there she was. Artemis stood there, that poor smile moments before the incident.

“WAIT!” She had tried to exclaim, but nothing came out of her mouth. The bombs went off, the gasps and screams emerging from the crowd around. Blood splattered around the premises that was once Artemis.

nononononononotagainplease

As the others ran up to the injured goddess, she stood there, frozen, preoccupied in her own horror. Then she sprinted down the steps, eventually tumbling down, the guilt overwhelming her mind.

Why couldn’t I do anything to save her? Why?

Embodying the beauty of fallen dreams.

Her consciousness blinked, again.

This time there was black. All black. Nothingness for miles and eternity.

Ell began to walk forward, still captivated by the relapse of the final trial. She began to lament, before stopping dead in her tracks like a deer in headlights.

Fog scattered around the area, Selene standing in the middle of the madness. Petrified for a moment, Ell then sprinted forward with open arms, wanting to pull her into an embrace. But, no matter how much she ran, she couldn’t reach her. Her sister only seemed to appear farther away each time she got even remotely close.

Once she had finally reached her, pulling her into her arms, she realized that Selene was gone.

She had been gone.

Blinding eyes appears everywhere she looked, staring at her menacingly.

I’m not good enough. I will never be good enough.

Lay your head down to rest.

Ellenor wrapped her arms over her own eyesight, shielding her from the intense stares.

As she slowly removed them, she found herself elsewhere.

@foxthewall

A familiar friend. A feel of safety. She found herself in a coffee shop with Fox Wallis. They sat at a table together. Ellenor examined his friendly demeanor and expression, but something felt off. She took a swig of her coffee and glanced around at the eerily quiet cafe.

“I-… I should go.”

He didn’t respond. He just kept… looking.

Ell pushed herself to her feet, removing eye contact as she edged toward the door.

She paused.

“…Hello? Fox?”

No response.

Just as Ell opened the door, that was when he stood up, slowly inching closer.

He mumbled something she couldn’t quite comprehend:

“Blfi hgfyylim mzgfiv droo gzpv blf mldsviv yfg blfi wvnrhv.”

“What?”

“Gsviv droo yv mlmv gl yoznv yfg blfihvou.”

“I don’t understand.”

She backed up and ran out of the door, leading her back to there.

Ambition. Allow it to lead you foward.

Her tense mind wrapped around the various smiling faces of chattering people. She walked forward in a daze, the target standing out like an eyesore.

“Hello?” She said, that menacing but welcoming expression only serving as a factor to Pheonix’s motive.

She tried to hold back, but the words slipped off her tongue. Phoenix remembered every little detail. “You must be Erica? Erica Wilm?” Her faced flooded with anxiety, eyes darting frantically around. There was no exit. The event was too crowded with people.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Pheonix smirked. “Ah, well, may I ask you to come with me? I’d like to know some more about you. We’ll share a drink. It’s on me.” The target hesitantly agreed, following her steps. The plan should role out perfectly, and, if not, she had other ideas, too. Pheonix brought the two of them to a private table. The event seemed to be serving food and drinks as well.

“So, anything you wanted to speak with me specifically about?”

Pheonix began to fabricate lies on the spot. “Oh, not much.. you are quite the pretentious person. I’m surprised there’s not that many fawning back there.”

“I’m flattered.”

A waiter came nearby, the light illuminating his occupied manners.

“Can I get you anything else?” He asked, his rushed eyes scanning the table for any refills of their waters.

“No, thank you.” Pheonix dissmissively shooed him away, not allowing the target to even make eye contact with him. Her eyes turned to her, “Erica, why don’t you grab us some menus? She nodded with a gentle smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but it was fine. It would be over soon. Meanwhile, she edged over to the target’s side of the table and began to stir the poison in stealthily, quickly rushing back over as she saw her begin to approach. The target passed Pheonix one of the menus. She began to raise her glass of water. “Cheers?”

“Cheers.” The two of their glasses met in a clinking embrace. She took a sip of her water and watched the dehydrated target take a swig of hers.

It wasn’t long before the target began to cough and sputter. “Erica? Are you alright?” She edged forward in her chair, trying to hide the pleasure of success flowing through her mind. She didn’t respond. She kept coughing. Just as her poor body had gone limp, Ellenor heard frightening words emerge from her dying mouth.

“Are you sorry? Will you ever face the consequences?”

And then it was gone.

Ell groggily awoke, blood rushing to her head. She felt a throbbing pain in her chest. Looking down, she had seen the clear stab wound created from her scythe. Ell leaned her head black, slamming it against the oak, grunting. She was too tired to take care of it. Blood pooled in a circle around her. Her eyes burned with a fierce tolerance of her current state. I’m not going to let up.

“Damn it..” she muttered, harshly.

It wasn’t long before she heard footsteps near. She grabbed her scythe, laboriously pulling herself to her feet as her organs churned within her. It was pathetic to be seen like this. She glanced around and hid behind it, her eyes relentlessly scanning the area for passerby’s.

(SORRY IF THAT WAS A LOT TO READ.. HEH. IF YOU READ ALLAT I CONGRATULATE YOU)

[foxthewall]

Fox grabbed his gut as he stumbled back, catching himself before falling "GAH nngggfff! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!" He would look up at her with an annoyed but pained face as he moved his hand over the punched area, trying to quell the pain as his heavy breaths could be heard

“I am still in control.”

[OPEN ROLEPLAY

(trigger warning right here because holy shit it is descriptive. gore and some other good stuff. if you got tagged especially fox just know that this is in her dreams and nothing he says is real in this. anyway don’t worry guys she will be A-OKAY AFTER THIS! probably.)

Ell returned to the forest, her scythe perched against what was left of a tree stump. She exhaustedly picked it up, her fingers tightening around it so it wouldn’t slip out of her grasp.

As she began to make her way back, she began to feel off. Her steps began heavier, more frantic. Her heart pounded against her chest insistently. Where was it. Where was the path? She tried to retrace her steps, but to no avail, no avail at all. I need to get out of here. Even though there was none, she felt a silhouette behind her.

Ellenor’s head began to spin, causing her to loose track of her trail. She began to violently cough, collapsing to the tall grass as blood trickled down her clothing. An aggressive yell echoed through the forest, not realizing it came from her own throat. Ell clenched at her scythe desperately, dragging it towards her side. Fighting to stay awake, she tried to push herself up with her weapon, but accidentally made a clean chop off a part of her horn.

“Fuck!” Her eyes widened in pain, writhing on the ground until she had tired herself out. With the strength she could muster, Ell pushed her back against a tree and began to doze off.

Everything went to black.

@soriyafuq

As Ell blinked her eyes open, there she was. Artemis stood there, that poor smile moments before the incident.

“WAIT!” She had tried to exclaim, but nothing came out of her mouth. The bombs went off, the gasps and screams emerging from the crowd around. Blood splattered around the premises that was once Artemis.

nononononononotagainplease

As the others ran up to the injured goddess, she stood there, frozen, preoccupied in her own horror. Then she sprinted down the steps, eventually tumbling down, the guilt overwhelming her mind.

Why couldn’t I do anything to save her? Why?

Embodying the beauty of fallen dreams.

Her consciousness blinked, again.

This time there was black. All black. Nothingness for miles and eternity.

Ell began to walk forward, still captivated by the relapse of the final trial. She began to lament, before stopping dead in her tracks like a deer in headlights.

Fog scattered around the area, Selene standing in the middle of the madness. Petrified for a moment, Ell then sprinted forward with open arms, wanting to pull her into an embrace. But, no matter how much she ran, she couldn’t reach her. Her sister only seemed to appear farther away each time she got even remotely close.

Once she had finally reached her, pulling her into her arms, she realized that Selene was gone.

She had been gone.

Blinding eyes appears everywhere she looked, staring at her menacingly.

I’m not good enough. I will never be good enough.

Lay your head down to rest.

Ellenor wrapped her arms over her own eyesight, shielding her from the intense stares.

As she slowly removed them, she found herself elsewhere.

@foxthewall

A familiar friend. A feel of safety. She found herself in a coffee shop with Fox Wallis. They sat at a table together. Ellenor examined his friendly demeanor and expression, but something felt off. She took a swig of her coffee and glanced around at the eerily quiet cafe.

“I-… I should go.”

He didn’t respond. He just kept… looking.

Ell pushed herself to her feet, removing eye contact as she edged toward the door.

She paused.

“…Hello? Fox?”

No response.

Just as Ell opened the door, that was when he stood up, slowly inching closer.

He mumbled something she couldn’t quite comprehend:

“Blfi hgfyylim mzgfiv droo gzpv blf mldsviv yfg blfi wvnrhv.”

“What?”

“Gsviv droo yv mlmv gl yoznv yfg blfihvou.”

“I don’t understand.”

She backed up and ran out of the door, leading her back to there.

Ambition. Allow it to lead you foward.

Her tense mind wrapped around the various smiling faces of chattering people. She walked forward in a daze, the target standing out like an eyesore.

“Hello?” She said, that menacing but welcoming expression only serving as a factor to Pheonix’s motive.

She tried to hold back, but the words slipped off her tongue. Phoenix remembered every little detail. “You must be Erica? Erica Wilm?” Her faced flooded with anxiety, eyes darting frantically around. There was no exit. The event was too crowded with people.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Pheonix smirked. “Ah, well, may I ask you to come with me? I’d like to know some more about you. We’ll share a drink. It’s on me.” The target hesitantly agreed, following her steps. The plan should role out perfectly, and, if not, she had other ideas, too. Pheonix brought the two of them to a private table. The event seemed to be serving food and drinks as well.

“So, anything you wanted to speak with me specifically about?”

Pheonix began to fabricate lies on the spot. “Oh, not much.. you are quite the pretentious person. I’m surprised there’s not that many fawning back there.”

“I’m flattered.”

A waiter came nearby, the light illuminating his occupied manners.

“Can I get you anything else?” He asked, his rushed eyes scanning the table for any refills of their waters.

“No, thank you.” Pheonix dissmissively shooed him away, not allowing the target to even make eye contact with him. Her eyes turned to her, “Erica, why don’t you grab us some menus? She nodded with a gentle smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but it was fine. It would be over soon. Meanwhile, she edged over to the target’s side of the table and began to stir the poison in stealthily, quickly rushing back over as she saw her begin to approach. The target passed Pheonix one of the menus. She began to raise her glass of water. “Cheers?”

“Cheers.” The two of their glasses met in a clinking embrace. She took a sip of her water and watched the dehydrated target take a swig of hers.

It wasn’t long before the target began to cough and sputter. “Erica? Are you alright?” She edged forward in her chair, trying to hide the pleasure of success flowing through her mind. She didn’t respond. She kept coughing. Just as her poor body had gone limp, Ellenor heard frightening words emerge from her dying mouth.

“Are you sorry? Will you ever face the consequences?”

And then it was gone.

Ell groggily awoke, blood rushing to her head. She felt a throbbing pain in her chest. Looking down, she had seen the clear stab wound created from her scythe. Ell leaned her head black, slamming it against the oak, grunting. She was too tired to take care of it. Blood pooled in a circle around her. Her eyes burned with a fierce tolerance of her current state. I’m not going to let up.

“Damn it..” she muttered, harshly.

It wasn’t long before she heard footsteps near. She grabbed her scythe, laboriously pulling herself to her feet as her organs churned within her. It was pathetic to be seen like this. She glanced around and hid behind it, her eyes relentlessly scanning the area for passerby’s.

(SORRY IF THAT WAS A LOT TO READ.. HEH. IF YOU READ ALLAT I CONGRATULATE YOU)

[foxthewall]

"Hmm? What do you mean? Your bleeding! So, of course, I'd come and bandage it." He starts to unravel it to apply to her wounds as he starts to hum a tune to distract himself. As he finishes, he stands back to look at his handiwork before smiling "Well, there you go! Not the best, but should work for now."

“I am still in control.”

[OPEN ROLEPLAY

(trigger warning right here because holy shit it is descriptive. gore and some other good stuff. if you got tagged especially fox just know that this is in her dreams and nothing he says is real in this. anyway don’t worry guys she will be A-OKAY AFTER THIS! probably.)

Ell returned to the forest, her scythe perched against what was left of a tree stump. She exhaustedly picked it up, her fingers tightening around it so it wouldn’t slip out of her grasp.

As she began to make her way back, she began to feel off. Her steps began heavier, more frantic. Her heart pounded against her chest insistently. Where was it. Where was the path? She tried to retrace her steps, but to no avail, no avail at all. I need to get out of here. Even though there was none, she felt a silhouette behind her.

Ellenor’s head began to spin, causing her to loose track of her trail. She began to violently cough, collapsing to the tall grass as blood trickled down her clothing. An aggressive yell echoed through the forest, not realizing it came from her own throat. Ell clenched at her scythe desperately, dragging it towards her side. Fighting to stay awake, she tried to push herself up with her weapon, but accidentally made a clean chop off a part of her horn.

“Fuck!” Her eyes widened in pain, writhing on the ground until she had tired herself out. With the strength she could muster, Ell pushed her back against a tree and began to doze off.

Everything went to black.

@soriyafuq

As Ell blinked her eyes open, there she was. Artemis stood there, that poor smile moments before the incident.

“WAIT!” She had tried to exclaim, but nothing came out of her mouth. The bombs went off, the gasps and screams emerging from the crowd around. Blood splattered around the premises that was once Artemis.

nononononononotagainplease

As the others ran up to the injured goddess, she stood there, frozen, preoccupied in her own horror. Then she sprinted down the steps, eventually tumbling down, the guilt overwhelming her mind.

Why couldn’t I do anything to save her? Why?

Embodying the beauty of fallen dreams.

Her consciousness blinked, again.

This time there was black. All black. Nothingness for miles and eternity.

Ell began to walk forward, still captivated by the relapse of the final trial. She began to lament, before stopping dead in her tracks like a deer in headlights.

Fog scattered around the area, Selene standing in the middle of the madness. Petrified for a moment, Ell then sprinted forward with open arms, wanting to pull her into an embrace. But, no matter how much she ran, she couldn’t reach her. Her sister only seemed to appear farther away each time she got even remotely close.

Once she had finally reached her, pulling her into her arms, she realized that Selene was gone.

She had been gone.

Blinding eyes appears everywhere she looked, staring at her menacingly.

I’m not good enough. I will never be good enough.

Lay your head down to rest.

Ellenor wrapped her arms over her own eyesight, shielding her from the intense stares.

As she slowly removed them, she found herself elsewhere.

@foxthewall

A familiar friend. A feel of safety. She found herself in a coffee shop with Fox Wallis. They sat at a table together. Ellenor examined his friendly demeanor and expression, but something felt off. She took a swig of her coffee and glanced around at the eerily quiet cafe.

“I-… I should go.”

He didn’t respond. He just kept… looking.

Ell pushed herself to her feet, removing eye contact as she edged toward the door.

She paused.

“…Hello? Fox?”

No response.

Just as Ell opened the door, that was when he stood up, slowly inching closer.

He mumbled something she couldn’t quite comprehend:

“Blfi hgfyylim mzgfiv droo gzpv blf mldsviv yfg blfi wvnrhv.”

“What?”

“Gsviv droo yv mlmv gl yoznv yfg blfihvou.”

“I don’t understand.”

She backed up and ran out of the door, leading her back to there.

Ambition. Allow it to lead you foward.

Her tense mind wrapped around the various smiling faces of chattering people. She walked forward in a daze, the target standing out like an eyesore.

“Hello?” She said, that menacing but welcoming expression only serving as a factor to Pheonix’s motive.

She tried to hold back, but the words slipped off her tongue. Phoenix remembered every little detail. “You must be Erica? Erica Wilm?” Her faced flooded with anxiety, eyes darting frantically around. There was no exit. The event was too crowded with people.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Pheonix smirked. “Ah, well, may I ask you to come with me? I’d like to know some more about you. We’ll share a drink. It’s on me.” The target hesitantly agreed, following her steps. The plan should role out perfectly, and, if not, she had other ideas, too. Pheonix brought the two of them to a private table. The event seemed to be serving food and drinks as well.

“So, anything you wanted to speak with me specifically about?”

Pheonix began to fabricate lies on the spot. “Oh, not much.. you are quite the pretentious person. I’m surprised there’s not that many fawning back there.”

“I’m flattered.”

A waiter came nearby, the light illuminating his occupied manners.

“Can I get you anything else?” He asked, his rushed eyes scanning the table for any refills of their waters.

“No, thank you.” Pheonix dissmissively shooed him away, not allowing the target to even make eye contact with him. Her eyes turned to her, “Erica, why don’t you grab us some menus? She nodded with a gentle smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but it was fine. It would be over soon. Meanwhile, she edged over to the target’s side of the table and began to stir the poison in stealthily, quickly rushing back over as she saw her begin to approach. The target passed Pheonix one of the menus. She began to raise her glass of water. “Cheers?”

“Cheers.” The two of their glasses met in a clinking embrace. She took a sip of her water and watched the dehydrated target take a swig of hers.

It wasn’t long before the target began to cough and sputter. “Erica? Are you alright?” She edged forward in her chair, trying to hide the pleasure of success flowing through her mind. She didn’t respond. She kept coughing. Just as her poor body had gone limp, Ellenor heard frightening words emerge from her dying mouth.

“Are you sorry? Will you ever face the consequences?”

And then it was gone.

Ell groggily awoke, blood rushing to her head. She felt a throbbing pain in her chest. Looking down, she had seen the clear stab wound created from her scythe. Ell leaned her head black, slamming it against the oak, grunting. She was too tired to take care of it. Blood pooled in a circle around her. Her eyes burned with a fierce tolerance of her current state. I’m not going to let up.

“Damn it..” she muttered, harshly.

It wasn’t long before she heard footsteps near. She grabbed her scythe, laboriously pulling herself to her feet as her organs churned within her. It was pathetic to be seen like this. She glanced around and hid behind it, her eyes relentlessly scanning the area for passerby’s.

(SORRY IF THAT WAS A LOT TO READ.. HEH. IF YOU READ ALLAT I CONGRATULATE YOU)

[foxthewall]

Fox would be walking through the forest amlessly as he stumbles upon the scene of Ell bleeding as he froze in fear of what he is witnessing "Uh uh..." He would quickly clear up his thoughts as he grabbed out a roll of gauze from his pocket (clearly kept for reasons like now due to past experiences with others) as he walked over towards her "Here uh... let me patch that up for you..."

“I am still in control.”

[OPEN ROLEPLAY

(trigger warning right here because holy shit it is descriptive. gore and some other good stuff. if you got tagged especially fox just know that this is in her dreams and nothing he says is real in this. anyway don’t worry guys she will be A-OKAY AFTER THIS! probably.)

Ell returned to the forest, her scythe perched against what was left of a tree stump. She exhaustedly picked it up, her fingers tightening around it so it wouldn’t slip out of her grasp.

As she began to make her way back, she began to feel off. Her steps began heavier, more frantic. Her heart pounded against her chest insistently. Where was it. Where was the path? She tried to retrace her steps, but to no avail, no avail at all. I need to get out of here. Even though there was none, she felt a silhouette behind her.

Ellenor’s head began to spin, causing her to loose track of her trail. She began to violently cough, collapsing to the tall grass as blood trickled down her clothing. An aggressive yell echoed through the forest, not realizing it came from her own throat. Ell clenched at her scythe desperately, dragging it towards her side. Fighting to stay awake, she tried to push herself up with her weapon, but accidentally made a clean chop off a part of her horn.

“Fuck!” Her eyes widened in pain, writhing on the ground until she had tired herself out. With the strength she could muster, Ell pushed her back against a tree and began to doze off.

Everything went to black.

@soriyafuq

As Ell blinked her eyes open, there she was. Artemis stood there, that poor smile moments before the incident.

“WAIT!” She had tried to exclaim, but nothing came out of her mouth. The bombs went off, the gasps and screams emerging from the crowd around. Blood splattered around the premises that was once Artemis.

nononononononotagainplease

As the others ran up to the injured goddess, she stood there, frozen, preoccupied in her own horror. Then she sprinted down the steps, eventually tumbling down, the guilt overwhelming her mind.

Why couldn’t I do anything to save her? Why?

Embodying the beauty of fallen dreams.

Her consciousness blinked, again.

This time there was black. All black. Nothingness for miles and eternity.

Ell began to walk forward, still captivated by the relapse of the final trial. She began to lament, before stopping dead in her tracks like a deer in headlights.

Fog scattered around the area, Selene standing in the middle of the madness. Petrified for a moment, Ell then sprinted forward with open arms, wanting to pull her into an embrace. But, no matter how much she ran, she couldn’t reach her. Her sister only seemed to appear farther away each time she got even remotely close.

Once she had finally reached her, pulling her into her arms, she realized that Selene was gone.

She had been gone.

Blinding eyes appears everywhere she looked, staring at her menacingly.

I’m not good enough. I will never be good enough.

Lay your head down to rest.

Ellenor wrapped her arms over her own eyesight, shielding her from the intense stares.

As she slowly removed them, she found herself elsewhere.

@foxthewall

A familiar friend. A feel of safety. She found herself in a coffee shop with Fox Wallis. They sat at a table together. Ellenor examined his friendly demeanor and expression, but something felt off. She took a swig of her coffee and glanced around at the eerily quiet cafe.

“I-… I should go.”

He didn’t respond. He just kept… looking.

Ell pushed herself to her feet, removing eye contact as she edged toward the door.

She paused.

“…Hello? Fox?”

No response.

Just as Ell opened the door, that was when he stood up, slowly inching closer.

He mumbled something she couldn’t quite comprehend:

“Blfi hgfyylim mzgfiv droo gzpv blf mldsviv yfg blfi wvnrhv.”

“What?”

“Gsviv droo yv mlmv gl yoznv yfg blfihvou.”

“I don’t understand.”

She backed up and ran out of the door, leading her back to there.

Ambition. Allow it to lead you foward.

Her tense mind wrapped around the various smiling faces of chattering people. She walked forward in a daze, the target standing out like an eyesore.

“Hello?” She said, that menacing but welcoming expression only serving as a factor to Pheonix’s motive.

She tried to hold back, but the words slipped off her tongue. Phoenix remembered every little detail. “You must be Erica? Erica Wilm?” Her faced flooded with anxiety, eyes darting frantically around. There was no exit. The event was too crowded with people.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Pheonix smirked. “Ah, well, may I ask you to come with me? I’d like to know some more about you. We’ll share a drink. It’s on me.” The target hesitantly agreed, following her steps. The plan should role out perfectly, and, if not, she had other ideas, too. Pheonix brought the two of them to a private table. The event seemed to be serving food and drinks as well.

“So, anything you wanted to speak with me specifically about?”

Pheonix began to fabricate lies on the spot. “Oh, not much.. you are quite the pretentious person. I’m surprised there’s not that many fawning back there.”

“I’m flattered.”

A waiter came nearby, the light illuminating his occupied manners.

“Can I get you anything else?” He asked, his rushed eyes scanning the table for any refills of their waters.

“No, thank you.” Pheonix dissmissively shooed him away, not allowing the target to even make eye contact with him. Her eyes turned to her, “Erica, why don’t you grab us some menus? She nodded with a gentle smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but it was fine. It would be over soon. Meanwhile, she edged over to the target’s side of the table and began to stir the poison in stealthily, quickly rushing back over as she saw her begin to approach. The target passed Pheonix one of the menus. She began to raise her glass of water. “Cheers?”

“Cheers.” The two of their glasses met in a clinking embrace. She took a sip of her water and watched the dehydrated target take a swig of hers.

It wasn’t long before the target began to cough and sputter. “Erica? Are you alright?” She edged forward in her chair, trying to hide the pleasure of success flowing through her mind. She didn’t respond. She kept coughing. Just as her poor body had gone limp, Ellenor heard frightening words emerge from her dying mouth.

“Are you sorry? Will you ever face the consequences?”

And then it was gone.

Ell groggily awoke, blood rushing to her head. She felt a throbbing pain in her chest. Looking down, she had seen the clear stab wound created from her scythe. Ell leaned her head black, slamming it against the oak, grunting. She was too tired to take care of it. Blood pooled in a circle around her. Her eyes burned with a fierce tolerance of her current state. I’m not going to let up.

“Damn it..” she muttered, harshly.

It wasn’t long before she heard footsteps near. She grabbed her scythe, laboriously pulling herself to her feet as her organs churned within her. It was pathetic to be seen like this. She glanced around and hid behind it, her eyes relentlessly scanning the area for passerby’s.

(SORRY IF THAT WAS A LOT TO READ.. HEH. IF YOU READ ALLAT I CONGRATULATE YOU)

[foxthewall]

"Oh, Lily… why did you leave?"

(Warning: Slight Alchoal Abuse)

Name: Hubert Wallis

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Species: Human

Disorders: Depression, Schizophrenia.

Addictions: Drinking

Height: 5’10

Alignment: True Neutral

Favorite animal: Ferrets

Scent: Alcohol

Family: Fox Wallis, Lilia Wallis.

Very Brief Personality:  Hubert was a very relaxed and laid-back person as he never really cared about much besides the safety of his family and their well-being and valued them over anything else, but after his wife left, he became very sad and depressed.

He tends to push back his true feelings whenever he talks with his son and tries to focus on him rather than himself at all times, but he can’t help but let go of everything after drinking too much. Usually, he can be found at the table having some drinks or in front of the TV as he relies on his son a lot while being drunk, but when in a good mood, he’ll try to do something to put a smile on his son's face.

Backstory:

Before The City was a thing, Hubert and his family lived in a village where pretty much everyone knew one another, he lived quite the normal life for a person at the time; he lived on a farm and tended to the crops his family would grow before anything out of the ordinary started happening.

One fateful day a few families from a neighboring village fled to the one Hubert lived in for unknown reasons, this would all lead to the day that would change Hubert's life forever, after things settled down in the village from the unexpected new residents' things went back to being normal besides for Hubert as he worked on the fields he started seeing a young woman watch him from afar, he sort of shrugged it off at the time as she didn’t seem to need anything but after a while he got curious.

One day, Hubert was in the village when he recognized the female from before at a stand trading goods. He questioned her about the few days he had seen her. From that interaction, he found out her name was Lilia and that she had gained a crush on him just by a glance. He felt embarrassed and cautious about this interaction but pressed forward; this soon led to them talking more as their relationship with each other changed over time and blossomed into their marriage.

Around the time of Hubert’s and Lilia’s marriage, The City had started construction and about everyone knew about it as it was gonna be the next step into the future for humans, Hubert and Lilia saw this as an opportunity to get a house near there to allow their family to have an easier time later on in life, so they soon requested this house of theirs to be built a bit away from The City but enough to be able to access it with ease.

As time went on they had a child together, a boy who would be named Fox, they would make sure had a normal life, but up until he turned sixteen Lilia had other plans it seemed, she decided to leave out of no-where which Hubert expected her to come back but she never did, Hubert searched around The City but to no avail, he couldn’t find her, after that day he spiraled into depression and started drinking but still tried his best to keep raising his son as they had planned. (I'll fix up text later if it's needed)

[foxthewall]

THANK YOU ALL WHO CAME!!!

I know we all put a smile on Marcid's face today, and I'm thrilled and proud of myself and everyone else. Thank you all for making today a great day. (Marcid's home will get updates, as well as anything she wants me to add)

[foxthewall]

HI EVERYONE, TODAY WE'RE CELEBRATING MARCID'S BIRTHDAY!!!

Please if you can do join, Marcid will be happy!!!! (This has ended; thank you all who came!)

[foxthewall]

"When the night falls, a wailing of static can be heard through the fog."

(It's just something I've been keeping on the back burner. Also, why not share at a better time than now?)

[foxthewall]

"Hey, I'm more so waiting for whenever Zan wants to celebrate it to be honest, though you might be a little mad at me for when I show you it… also don't question why you can't find some of your stuff..."

"Oooooohhh Marciiiidddd, guess what I got you for your birthday."

My birthday..? I.. hmm.. OH! RIGHT! That’s in two days I think?? What’d you get me!? Oh wait don’t tell me- surprise me haha-

But no seriously tell meeeee..

[foxthewall]

"Hehehehe Your just gonna have to wait, but I'll say it's pretty big hehehehe. I mean in all honesty, I actually got you quite a few items alongside it heh."

"Oooooohhh Marciiiidddd, guess what I got you for your birthday."

My birthday..? I.. hmm.. OH! RIGHT! That’s in two days I think?? What’d you get me!? Oh wait don’t tell me- surprise me haha-

But no seriously tell meeeee..

[foxthewall]

WOOPS!

Man... I didn't mean to drop these out of my pocket... I hope no one- aw come on! SHOO SHOO, YOU SAW NOTHING HERE! YOU HEAR ME?!?