Bucky.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐼𝓉 𝒾𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒. ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
The forest was endless, wet, and thriving. Its canopy was contested by asp, dogwood, and ash, enough light shimmered through their crowns for a variety of shrubs to consume the soft, rich soils below. Coiling branches embraced the occasional tree, and an array of flowers, which were scattered sporadically, enhanced the otherwise dark forest floor. A variety of beastly noises, predominantly those of herds of larger animals, brightened up the forest, and were backed by the barrage of noise coming from a waterfall in the distance. But that wasn’t the only thing lurking in these edgy woods. Two, so called metahumans; lurking throughout the woods. Eventually meeting up, but not all went so well at first as also hunters lurked throughout the woods. Both of you were wanted. Both runaways. Both thieves. But, with differences.
Muse A: Not so perfect life. Single parent, that was never home and never cared. You weren’t exactly the wealthy, but you knew your way around. Before you ran away, you have very few friends, and went to a public school, and wasn’t very popular there either. You stole to make your way around. You have taught yourself how to protect/defend yourself, and fight.
Muse B: Everything was perfect about your life...As so it seems to everyone else. You were known mainly around the whole country. Rich parents, private schools, very popular. But you wanted to get out, without anybody around. Do something new with your life, and get away for a while. But, since the beginning you have not had the best reputation to yourself, as you took avantages to others around you. Your wanted, friends looking for you. You know, well how to use anything as almost something to protect yourself with. You basically already had your own ‘secret life’.
Myth’s has always been a thing; about the woods. Danger lurking through them. Us two; People so called meta-humans have been very rare to find, but always have one way of finding out if you were one. The mark, of a simple crown-like, on the wrist of your left arm.
Starter: Muse A, was simply sitting near the waterfall, watching the sun rise due to just resting. It was a pretty fair temperature outside; drizzling a bit. Relaxing to themselves, since the danger really lurked at night, nobody was even sure what they were though. Muse B, hasn’t been in the woods for very long, new, and on edge since you have come across a few disturbing things, meaning animals. You have went behind the tree close to the waterfall, spotting muse A, trying to figure out on what to do for your next move, not knowing if it was clear or not.
(Muse A, Muse B: They can be any gender. It doesn’t matter to me whichever one you choose. It doesn’t matter what direct you write in; first person, etc. If you do go by pronouns, please say so in your description. You can also chose two abilities of your choice, but not too excessive, like controlling the earth or things along that line. — You may respond with your description and then your next line if you may. I don’t really do short lines, but paragraphs and longer).
Muse A: Not so perfect life. Single parent, that was never home and never cared. You weren’t exactly the wealthy, but you knew your way around. Before you ran away, you have very few friends, and went to a public school, and wasn’t very popular there either. You stole to make your way around. You have taught yourself how to protect/defend yourself, and fight.
Muse B: Everything was perfect about your life...As so it seems to everyone else. You were known mainly around the whole country. Rich parents, private schools, very popular. But you wanted to get out, without anybody around. Do something new with your life, and get away for a while. But, since the beginning you have not had the best reputation to yourself, as you took avantages to others around you. Your wanted, friends looking for you. You know, well how to use anything as almost something to protect yourself with. You basically already had your own ‘secret life’.
Myth’s has always been a thing; about the woods. Danger lurking through them. Us two; People so called meta-humans have been very rare to find, but always have one way of finding out if you were one. The mark, of a simple crown-like, on the wrist of your left arm.
Starter: Muse A, was simply sitting near the waterfall, watching the sun rise due to just resting. It was a pretty fair temperature outside; drizzling a bit. Relaxing to themselves, since the danger really lurked at night, nobody was even sure what they were though. Muse B, hasn’t been in the woods for very long, new, and on edge since you have come across a few disturbing things, meaning animals. You have went behind the tree close to the waterfall, spotting muse A, trying to figure out on what to do for your next move, not knowing if it was clear or not.
(Muse A, Muse B: They can be any gender. It doesn’t matter to me whichever one you choose. It doesn’t matter what direct you write in; first person, etc. If you do go by pronouns, please say so in your description. You can also chose two abilities of your choice, but not too excessive, like controlling the earth or things along that line. — You may respond with your description and then your next line if you may. I don’t really do short lines, but paragraphs and longer).
