Eternal
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summer, year 3
Thick ice and continuously falling snow blanket the entirety of Eternal, brought upon by Noc's wrath. Shelter is scarce, and food even scarcer. There is no climate or biome that was lucky enough to find themselves safe from the beginnings of the Ice Age and so the residents of Eternal must don their primal survival instincts and to just that ─ survive. Ice blockages have grown supernaturally between the islands, blocking Sunsteppe from Sol and Eventide from Noc, effectively trapping each islander on whichever island they currently stand. The Dragonfrost and dusk leopards from Gleamleaf and greater boreus deer from Mountainfade have seeped into all of Noc, Eventide's spectors and Sunsteppe's sculptors have overrun the central island, and the wolves, Ice Piskys, and Creeping Thistle have invaded all of Sol.
OOC announcements
10.12.18 Noc has descended from the stars, and the reunion with his children, the three deities, is anything but happy. The whole of Eternal has been plunged into an Ice Age, and it seems that, for now, it's up to the deities to restore the islands. Will they be able to do so quickly enough? Or will the residents of Eternal know suffering because of the mishaps spread between Helios, Imbris, and Aya? For now, ice blockages have been erected between the islands, meaning that everyone is stuck where they currently are. Where is your character? Tell us here.

10.4.18 What?! An October raffle?!?!

9.22.18 Be sure to check out our gorgeous new map, complete with clickable links to your favorite territories!

8.4.18 Welcome to Winter, as Year 2 draws to a close! OTY Nominations will be up in a day or two ─ while we wait, please check out the Movie Night survey that was linked in our Discord!

7.28.18: Congratulations to the newest members of our team, our moderators Berb and Witty! Thank you so much to everyone who applied - we appreciate every single one of you.

7.24.18: The staff of Eternal are looking for their first MODERATOR! If you'd like to become a part of our team, click here to apply!

7.14.18 Round Two of the To Lands of Old Quest has been posted! Participants have until 11:59PM EST on July 28 to complete their rapid-fire old school battle posts. The information thread can be found >here!

7.1.18 Round One of the To Lands of Old quest can be found right here! Participants have until the night of the 8th to respond!

7.1.18: Welcome to version two: The Wreckage! Aya, Helios and Imbris have all created a beautiful sanctuary in which the characters we all know and love can come by to pay their respects, to place offerings, and seek counsel with the elusive deities. Furthermore, the database has been updated to reflect each level of an ability, the profiles have been given a complete overhaul, and our new layout is more streamlined than ever!

IC announcements
10.12.18 Noc has descended from the stars, and the reunion with his children, the three deities, is anything but happy. The whole of Eternal has been plunged into an Ice Age, and it seems that, for now, it's up to the deities to restore the islands. Will they be able to do so quickly enough? Or will the residents of Eternal know suffering because of the mishaps spread between Helios, Imbris, and Aya? For now, ice blockages have been erected between the islands, meaning that everyone is stuck where they currently are. Where is your character? Tell us here.

10.4.18 Whatever unknown thing that invaded the southern territories in the middle of spring has snaked its icy fingers out and enveloped those remaining territories that everyone had believed (or hoped) to be safe. Wolves, Creeping Thistle, Pesky Piskys, Blackrock's river... Not even Sunsteppe is safe from the intrusion, though it appears -- at least for now -- that the Wreckage remains untouched. Perhaps it should be investigated?

9.17.18 Something isn't right. Eternal still refuses to warm, even as we progress through spring and near summer. The southernmost territories have begun to notice some changes: from Greater Boreus Deer in Mountainfade, to Dragonfrost in Gleamleaf; frozen sandstorms in Astraldune, and even icy wraiths in Eventide. What happened? And what can be done to return the islands to normal?

9.2.18 Springtime has come, but the frigid winter still remains, enveloping the three islands in ice, snow and brutal wind. There are no flowers, nor grass - no foliage at all. The animals are beginning to suffer, as they emerge from hibernation or birth their young, struggling to find sustenance. The air is thick with tension, as a wretched and unforgiving storm brews still in the distance - will Eternal find reprieve from the cold?

8.4.18 Round Three of the To Lands of Old quest has been posted! The remaining participants have one week to get their posts in. Good luck and have fun!

7.27.18 Astraldune is under new leadership! In the wake of Solomon's disappearance, Helios has placed Gryffen into leadership!

6.26.18 Helios has appeared in Sunsteppe! What could he be doing there?

6.19.18 With magic from Imbris, Totem has been gifted with a daughter of her own, molded from clay and infused with a piece of her own soul. Make sure to check out the thread here!

6.1.18: Welcome to Summer!

5.26.18: The Grotto has been unveiled! Imbris paid a visit to Nymphetamine in Prismacove and led him on an underwater adventure to the Grotto, effectively creating a new sub-board for the residents of Prismacove to explore!

Character of the Year:
LELL
Couple of the Year:
HADERUS & GYPSY
Thread of the Year:
ASTRALDUNE TAKEOVER
immaculate misconception // any
the butcher

5 Posts
3 Threads
GENDER:
Stallion
AGE:
Ancient
SPECIES:
ORIENTATION:
DOMICILE:
Homeless
ABILITIES:
PLAYED BY:
Liv
#1

click, click, click


A tongue, hitting the roof of a mouth. Hooves, hitting hard frozen ground. The sound of his mother approaching, kitten heels tapping across the hardwood floor.

click, click, click
 

What did I tell you about
girls?


She (had) asked him. He (had)n't answered her. 

click, click, click
Tongue against mouth. HARLOTS. NASTY SLUTS. Do you not remember?  Her hand across his face. 

 Stinging, sore.
click, click, click
She storm(ed) away. He flares his nostrils, and tends to his bible. So dutiful, a mother's perfect son. 

Past, present
It mattered not to him. She was always around, always there. He found solace in her company, in her warmth. 

He found solace in her
death
The way her eyes showed not fear, but confusion. How they widen as he cocks his gun, as he aims,
click, click
.

As he
shoots


They stay open, glazed over, as he drags her home. As he
cuts her
as he
dissects her


He just wanted their
skin
after all. 

* * * 

Gein emerges from the Statute, purpose unknown, crimson eyes blank. He wants in the cold, unfeeling, hardly paying attention to the 

click, click, click
 

his new feet make upon the ground. It is only a matter of time before he finds someone. 

It is only a matter of time before they find
him

we're all a little mad sometimes
Gein

anybody can join. he's weird and im getting a feel for him. Smile
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12 Posts
2 Threads
GENDER:
Stallion
AGE:
17
SPECIES:
Equine
ORIENTATION:
DOMICILE:
Homeless
ABILITIES:
Precognition
[T2 - Intermediate]
PLAYED BY:
Neamrel
#2
You found betrayal in the cool night, and despair in blinding white


━━━━━━━━━━━━


Has he had a good, hard episode? No. The one he had slowly begun falling into when first coming here had ebbed away with walking. Keep the body tired and the mind distracted and it won't have time to do anything else but work on pushing through the fatigue. Most certainly not the right way to deal with it but what was the 'right' way? He most certainly didn't know.

With this lapse, he saw it as a timer ticking down. It was only a matter of time before he found himself dissociating again and ending up on the floor with sweat covering him and mind flashing images of times long past. His chest tightens and the wolves chuckle at just the thought of it.

All of this didn't help with the fact that he had begun to see other things. Things that made no sense. Ever since the statue that invasive feeling has remained, bringing with it images of him by himself in frigid white or curled contently with Flynn by his side. It made no sense, and he found that if he tried to concentrate and make more sense of them it tended to result in a headache. Flynn had begun to take note of this change in him, but Calyndar has reassured his small orange companion that all is fine.

Surely.

Flynn let's out a delighted yip as he takes a nosedive into a mound of snow nearby. The white and cold haven't been that great in Calyndar's opinion, but Flynn has been enjoying it. Calyndar watches with a small, amused tilt of his lip. Flynn is doing what Flynn does best: distracting. The orange fox is keeping Calyndar's eyes on him and keeping his mind occupied.

Red and patches flash quickly in his mind, making his steps stutter and teeter off until he comes to a stop. Calyndar shakes his mane trinkets clinking together as he does, hopefully this will dislodge whatever that was. Flynn makes his way back to him, hopping through the snow. The fox sends him a toothy grin, panting and sending breaths of air into the cold. Calyndar focuses back on his companion. He continues onward.

The entire time he's been here, wherever here was, he hasn't left this area. He knows he needs to acclimate himself to more of this new land sooner or later but he still remains hesitant. He needs time. He just doesn't know how much.

Flynn hops ahead of him as they walk, coming back every now and then to weave around his legs. It is during one of these times that Flynn is weaving and Calyndar is looking at him that Flynn suddenly stops, looking ahead with a look Calyndar has come to learn means something or someone is there that Flynn wants to investigate. Calyndar's eyes snap up and his steps halt, his body immediately stands at attention as he finds Flynn and himself standing meters away from another that's larger than himself.

(Red eyes, patches of skin, stitches? His stomach churns, the wolves grow curious.)

Flynn yips in greeting, moving to push himself forward and closer but Calyndar quickly places a hoof in the path of his companion. A clear sign that says stay put. Something uneasy runs through his chest. Flynn looks up at him curiously but Calyndar's eyes stay on the other. His ears flick back. Is this...? No, what flashed through his mind was not... this one.

“Hello...” He rumbles out into the cold air. Watching red eyes closely. The wolves slowly stalk around in his mind, but their presence as threatening as usual. His eyes roam over the stitches that criss-cross over the others coat. Mismatched and stretched as if it doesn't belong. Something stirs inside his stomach and he remember how he can no longer stand the sight of blood; cannot look at it without gagging. Something isn't right.

@ Gein

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the butcher

5 Posts
3 Threads
GENDER:
Stallion
AGE:
Ancient
SPECIES:
ORIENTATION:
DOMICILE:
Homeless
ABILITIES:
PLAYED BY:
Liv
#3

The first creature he had ever
killed
was small, feeble, and
orange
. Not red, like the blood on his hands, it more resembled the fire inside him. A fire that felt a need to
engulf
the whole world. 

bump....bump....bump....
 

A heart, still beating, and he felt his eyes glisten with
fascination
. The creature could
feel
everything Gein was doing to it. 

every 

cut


every 

rip


every 

tear


The fur was soft, even as it smeared unknown matter down the length of his face. He is surprised at the lack of color inside the creature - he thought for sure there would be more. But it is red...red like blood on his tongue. Red like his fingers, as wormy tentacles squelch and squish and...

SCREEEEEEEE.
 

The creature squeals, as it clings to its last moment of freedom. Why did they do that? Why didn't they just
give up?
He had already
won
.

A voice, it grabs his attention. He turns, painfully
s l o w
to look at it. 

Another, like him, and a creature. 

Small...and feeble...and
orange
.

bump,bump,bump
 

kill...

A heart, full of excitement. But you'd never know...its owner stands quite still...so still you would think he was just

imaginary


                                   Kill...

Not even his red eyes blink, even when a cold wind blows on his skin. He is 


motionless
.


KILL.
 

Tempting, yes, but still he does not waver. He simply stands, and he waits.

Waits for the other to question himself, his sanity. Waits for a distraction.

Waits for an
opportunity.






we're all a little mad sometimes
Gein

@ Calyndar
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