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[img]https://blazingphoenix101.files.wordpress.com/2018/06/soot-skelly11.png[/img] her name is Maleun, which means "Cursed" in arabic (according to google translate) when she was abandoned by her mother, a Feral male was watching where she buried her and dug her up once the mother was gone. (unattended young are easy snacks for hungry males.) he tried to eat her but only got her arm cause the mother attacked him. once the male was gone, she still abandoned Cursed but she wanted her to have a chance to live (regardless of having been the one to bury her.) --------- the place we're starting in is outside the barrier. the barrier closes and grillby is stuck outside it. there is an evergreen forest nearby and its snowy. its a long way down the mountain. ------------ VV dragon version (has more pics in bio) VV [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42964488] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/429645/42964488_350.png[/img] [/url]

I was thinking that maybe Cursed would be unable to speak, or rather that she just doesnt know how to. Grillby could teach her how to if he wanted. she would use some form of feral sign language. if you think she should be able to talk, we can work with it.

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@Gedhyr
here's the RP! i think you should start and i'll try to fit Cursed in here in a bit

Ah, thanks, dude! Subbed and ready. I'll probs edit this post with what I think Grillby would look around this time later. XD Next post will be the start! EDIT: [url=https://ibb.co/hjrN78][img]https://preview.ibb.co/dcwYEo/DSCN1433.jpg[/img][/url] Ack, sorry it's sideways! Don't got a scanner on me so I had to settle with camera. :/ (It only looks good because I had other fanart to base the design from orz) Basically, what he's got underneath his breastplate is this form-fitting sleeveless black shirt that has some holes on its sides so he could blast fire out of there. There are gaps in his armor that serve the same purpose, also present in his gauntlets and boots. His sword is more of a blasting type weapon - instead of cutting, it absorbs energy, mixes it with his own then fires on command. Prolonged usage could melt it to slag though. And yeah, that's a veil of chainmail he's got around his head. I couldn't resist putting something like it there. Will be drawing some more in the future. But for here, ideas! - I guess Cursed could be drawn to Mirephas!Grillbz like a literal moth to a flame at some point? He's made of fire, so I guess he could be handy when the surrounding forest is snowy. - Somehow, the idea of Cursed tending to Grillbz like a bird to a chick? Not that I'm saying that he needs to be babied (he def doesn't like being babied XD). It's like...Cursed knows the woods better, having lived in the area longer, so she kinda hunts for them? (And stubborn as heck Grillbz tries to get her to include him in the hunts because he's a [i]fire general for Sun's sake -[/i]) - With his get-up underneath that armor, Grillbz definitely needs thicker clothes XD Just tell me what your ideas are too! :D

Apparently, he hadn't run fast enough.

Mirephas looks on in growing horror at the forcefield before him, pulsing from white to black to white again. Mind going a little numb, he reaches out to touch it, but his fingers barely brush it when something utterly wrong sparks through them, even through the armor. He hisses, his fire popping in surprise. At least it managed to clear his mind.

But that meant him becoming aware that the humans did it. They won. What's left of the monster-elemental forces is trapped behind a barrier, one he isn't sure is breakable or not, temporary or otherwise. Any stragglers still outside could be easily picked off one by one since usually it's the weak left behind.

Stragglers like Mirephas himself. But he isn't weak.

But he's still alone.

He takes off his helm to keep his hearing cleared. The flames on his head sizzle bright cyan amidst the snow. There could be an ambush just beyond those evergreens. He might put up a good fight, but if he's outnumbered, he could easily burn himself out trying to make it, especially if the temperature drops even lower.

The sigh that leaves him is long and grating, crackling with a hint of climbing desperation. What in the Sun's name was he going to do now?

((oh dang! that pic is amazing! i am loving his design!))

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a cold wind blows in down the mountain, blowing snow in Mirephas' face. a little ways off to the left, there is some movement.

((Thanks! :D I just copied bits of it somewhere

And yeah, I'm liking the idea of Cursed not knowing how to speak. We can go with it!))




He frowns as the snow sizzles on his fire, more out of annoyance than any felt pain. He burned hot enough for that.

But the flash of movement he spots out of the corner of his eye is enough to put him on alert.

"Who's there?" he calls, gripping the handle of his sword.

((alright! then we're going with that :D))
a large skeleton with a crooked jaw lurks in the bushes, slowly wandering around Mirephas from afar. it stares at him with hungry red eyes.

Mirephas decides that he didn't like the look in their eyes one bit. He unhooks his sword from his belt, but keeps it pointed downwards.

"Alright...skeleton," he starts, "stand down. I'm an ally of you monsters."