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Praetorian

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  • Birthday 07/14/1988

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  1. “Don’t do it Lyr.” The words are meant to be a shout, but the dread weighing them down keeps them at a whisper. A hand, rising defensively, accompanies them. Its placement is reached just in time, and creates the briefest moment of separation. “Lyr, please stop.” The plea entwines with crunching grass and shuffling feet, as Ashton does his best to maintain distance. He can’t place his finger on the moment when everything went south, when Lyr went from docile to … something. The first bite had nearly taken a chunk from his shoulder, only the momentary pause caused by the armor ever so briefly withstanding her teeth had saved him. It afforded him enough time to react, to shove her away and scramble to his feet. Yet she is unrelenting, remorseless, and empty; trying to fill some vast void in the hollows of her body with chunks of his flesh. How do you stop a monster? An unfamiliar voice, carried on the wind, echoes through his body. You kill it. He sidesteps and backpeddles from her, trying to keep the distance. Will you kill her? Before he can find the answer, or fortify his convictions, a bite finds purchase. Unlike the previous, there is no delay. Her teeth sink into the metal as they would bread, they effortlessly pierce both flesh and meat, before meeting at the bone and crushing. He doesn’t immediately register the pain, perhaps he’s even unable too. And although every ounce of his primal brain screams for him to run, to fight, to do something, the rational and logical sections have locked up. The injury to his forearm, or rather where his forearm had been, is so impressive that under different circumstances he might consider it amazing. Almost as amazing as Lyr’s depthless maw, with its lips stretching beyond her ears. Frozen in some combination of shock, bewilderment, and awe, Ashton helplessly watches her take another bite and with it the rest of his arm. “Why?” The question is posed as Lyr’s mouth stretches wider and wider yet, opening until the abyss of her gullet completely consumes his field of view. Darkness closes in around his head… Ashton’s eyes flutter open and then dart from side to side. His field of vision clears, and with it the vividness of his dream dissipates. Raising his head from his arms, which unfold from his knees, he twists toward the sound that saved him from his nightmare. “Green.” The words are muttered as he lays eyes on a viridian foliage that appears to be advancing on him. “Shit, the ent?” The question is answered when his eyes finish focusing and the Dryad becomes clear. “I, what... Why do I need rolls of cinnamon? Isn’t cinnamon rolled in on itself just a cinnamon stick? Does cinnamon kill ents?” The questions are shot out in rapid succession as little more than inaudible mumbles. It isn't until he forces himself to a stand, and lifts a hand to wave back, that he's finally awake enough to converse. “By chance, did you bring food?”
  2. Praetorian

    General chat thread

    Louisiana sunsets are kinda nice.
  3. Praetorian

    General chat thread

    Wut, christmas music?
  4. Praetorian

    General chat thread

    I've spent a lot of time roaming around looking for St Juice so that I can order some Just Ice. However, I've been unable to get my fix. But I know a guy who knows a place that can get me what I need. Just gotta find the time, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do him justice.
  5. Praetorian

    General chat thread

    A Christmas Horror Story is easily my favorite Christmas movie of all times. Beyond the fact that it is a cheesey as fuck horror story with William Shatner in it, it is surprisingly deep and complex. Easy 8/10.
  6. Praetorian

    General chat thread

    It's been a wild four months and it is finally coming to an end. In a lot of ways it seems surreal. While I can't say that it is the hardest, most stressful, or the worst thing I have ever done; I can safely say that it has been the most consistent amount of suck. I spent around $5,000 on new uniform items that were crumpled up, scuffed, and nearly destroyed by instructors for trivial reasons like being able to slide a piece of paper between the trash can and the wall. I've also seen a number of people break from overuse injuries and get kicked out. This is particularly frustrating when there are a number of people that will graduate who lack character. They've lied and cheated their way through. And honestly, while my time management skills improved slightly and I've been able to reflect on leadership a lot, these four months haven't taught me much. I've probably learned more moderating. Which is kinda frightening to think about. There are two days and a wake up until I'm a real person again. There are 21 days and a wake up until I rejoin the workforce. Sometime between now and then I need to move to Louisiana and find a place to live. I need to re-establish myself as an adult, and I need to figure out how to be a parent from a thousand miles away. I also have to figure out how I am going to juggle a budding relationship. But, of equal level of importance, I want to start writing again. I'm not sure when, hopefully sooner than later, but I will be back in full force. So I guess what I'm trying to say is.... You're all fucked. Enjoy what peace you have left.
  7. Praetorian

    General chat thread

    Today someone locked eyes with me and said, "Behind a stoic face is a lifetime of pain." The moment passed and we went our separate ways. I felt strangely vulnerable after the fact.
  8. 25 days, but who is counting?

    1. -Lilium-

      -Lilium-

      So many of us are counting with you!!

    2. princeben07

      princeben07

      I IS counting!!!!

       

      Benny

    3. supernal

      supernal

      You are but I’m subscribing to the timer 

  9. So, just found out that I'll be moving to Morgan City Louisiana soon. Good times.

    1. Show previous comments  4 more
    2. princeben07

      princeben07

      And yes Crawfish!!!! YUMMY!!!

       

      benny

    3. Aleksei

      Aleksei

      You will only be 12 hours away 🤔

    4. princeben07

      princeben07

      Hey there Stranger!!!! How are YOU doing? We don't talk THAT much. Would' love to write with you again someti9me; you are FUCKING AWESOME with the skills!!!!

       

      Benny

  10. Hi valucre, 

    I miss you dearly. Just another few months.

    Time goes by so slowly.

    Love,

    Cody

    1. princeben07

      princeben07

      Cody-G!!! Please get things finished so we can feed you LOTS of cake when you come back!!!! We LOVE YA!!

       

      Benny, DCN, Valucre Community

       

      ^_^

    2. supernal

      supernal

      Can’t wait buddy 

  11. Praetorian

    Brevity exercise OOC [a wrinkle]

    I have no objections to whatever you guys decide.
  12. Praetorian

    A wrinkle in mine [closed]

    Otherworldly horrors are an ever-abundant problem. Some came from other planets, some from others universes, and some from higher plane of existence. Ultimately, they’re all the same. Evil for the sake of evil, vile for no reason other than they can be. Perhaps, a few, were situationally evil, in that their survival and reproductive success were kin to parasites. Perhaps this Gez wasn’t truly bad but simply trying to survive? At a fundamental level, it mattered to Rex. Something simply trying to survive should be deterred, not outright slaughtered. But those things that are wretched to the core, well his inclination probably aligned more with the inquisitor than she realized. “Maybe it abducts people to harness their energy to cut through whatever veil that separates Gez from us? Or perhaps they’re just a beacon in the darkness to attract it? I guess there won’t be much opportunity to study any of it, huh?” The question is of course directed at Sacks. If earlier is any clue at all, chances were that there would be nothing left of the town once she is done. About a mile outside of the town limits, Rex comes to a stand. “I’m getting off here. I recommend stopping about another quarter to half mile from town, unless you want to roll right into an ambush? If it’s all the same to you guys, I’d rather not start off surrounded and fighting on all fronts.” Before the horse can succumb to exhaustion or the carriage can cease rolling, Rex leaps from the cart, hits the ground, and rolls off to the side and into a ditch. Pulling himself up, he scurries into sparse brush while moving diagonally toward Redwater.
  13. Praetorian

    personal blog, pt. 6 [final]

    I've tackled the issue of why I role play every so often, sometimes I wonder if I'll grow out of it, or if it still fills a basic need in my life. Some days I appreciate th social interaction. Some days I really just want to write a story. Other days I want to compete against other players. I've gone from doing it for social reasons, to doing it for the writing, to doing it for the narrative. I've also gone through spurts of not wanting to do it at all, for numerous reasons. The nice, and funny thing, about your final goodbye is that it isn't final, not really. The world constantly changes and our reasons behind doing things are dynamic. If the day ever comes where you have a story to tell, a plot to write, or a character to develop... well Valucre will be here for you. It's that friend that you can go months without talking to, but you can always trust with your heart. And it is a friend that will patiently wait for you, should you ever need or want it. I'm sure I'll see you around Rob. If not here, maybe at a diner.
  14. Praetorian

    Brevity exercise OOC [a wrinkle]

    I'mma try to post tomorrow, but if I don't I won't be able to until Saturday.
  15. Praetorian

    Entertaining a Return of the Valucre Blog

    7/7 would read. Light suggestion, have a few people to do blog updates so that you aren't killing yourself. (Please take care of yourself Nick.)
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