Can I join? I might drop out, though.

The Magical RPing shall commence!

~Ember~

I take a break from the book I'm reading, and pet Smoky, who is rubbing up against my legs. He is such a sweet cat, and I would never let anything bad happen to him. Suddenly, I hear a piercing scream. I jump up from my seat and rush to the door of my hut. Outside, there is a huge camel stomping and spitting and gnashing its teeth. A women is cowering in fear next to it, hugging her two children closer to her. I rush outside to stop the camel. When I reach the spitting beast, I see its eyes are blazing red. I remember that Darklings can posses animals and the other clans alike, so I wonder if this camel is possessed. All of a sudden, the camel stops raving and stands there calmly. A dark mist emerges from the top of its head, then suddenly transforms into a Darkling. Wait, I think. Darklings were banished long ago!

Ice

I wake up, rubbing my eyes with my hands. Aunt Berg's cat, Glacier, is sleeping on my chest. "Shoo!" I shout to the cat. Glacier raises her head, blinking her blue eyes groggily, hops off of me and exits my room with a swish of her tail. I watch her go, then I garb my favorite book off my bed table. Flipping to the page I left off at, I start to read.

A little further into the book, I hear a horrible scream. That sounds like Aunt Berg! I think urgently. I leap out of bed, not caring if I lose the page I was on, and run to the living room. When I reach it, I see Aunt Berg cowering behind a lamp, a black haired person standing before her. "Who are you?" I yell to the person. Her head whips around, reviling a pale face with sharp features. Beady black eyes sunken into their sockets stare at me maliouciously, while a devious grin flashes across her face. "Foolish boy," she cackles. "You cannot save your aunt." Then a black mist forms around her outstretched hand, and my aunt falls limp.

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Just one question- are you guys talking about Chalfon in your posts? Because I need to know before I post. 

Okay, BumbleBuddy! Thanks! Another thing- this is a weird question- does anyone want to be attacked by Chalfon? Because I'm going to have to attack one of you eventually...

Jade~

"Come along, Point," I call to my dog. He bounds up to me, his tail wagging. "You need a bath. Let's go to the river." He barks as if to say yes, so we head that way. The forest looks especially pretty today, with the early morning sun shining through small gaps in the thick canopy of leaves. Small birds fly from tree to tree, and the chirping of crickets fills the air. When we get to the stream, a school of tadpoles swims by. Point tries to chase after them, but they are much too fast. I wade into the water, enjoying it's refreshing coolness. As I scrub my dog, a shiver runs through my body. My father used to tell me that when you got a shiver like that, someone had walked over your grave. An uneasy feeling fills my body, but I push it away. When Point is clean, I pick him up and turn around. 

I scream and drop Point in the shallow water. He snarls at the little girl standing there, and runs up to her, trying to bite her. She kicks him aside like garbage. He whimpers and runs off. Get help, I think silently in my head. The girl turns to face me. She has ash-black hair, and black eyes that seem ready to kill. She looks about eight years old, but in her right hand is a long dagger, fresh blood glistening on the sides. I'm a goner, I think. Point, hurry!

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P.S. I'm thinking that the darkling that attacked Jade is one of Chalfon's sisters, Lilith or Narcissa. 

Fauna ~ It's one of those days. One of those beautiful days where it's not too cold and not to hot. A gentle breeze grazes the landscape, and makes the tree branches sway in a light dance. Up ahead, leave begin to turn from their greenish to their red and brown hues. I spot a large pile of them up ahead, and an idea sparks in my mind. 

I wave my hands steadily, and with my thoughts, I command the wind to lift them up and swirl them into a funnel shape. I grin and skip along the worn stone path, the leaves still moving in a cyclone.

I don't know why I turned to this path, but something just drew me to it. Then, I approach a row of houses, and I can only assume different clan members live in each one. 

Suddenly, I spot an odd-looking camel. It seems to be going crazy, bucking and and snorting like a mad bull. It doesn't make any sense, most are calm and serene. As I draw closer, I notice the cause of it's wildness: its pupils are a bright and flaming red.

I gasp and stop in my tracks. Only Darklings can take over animals, but they were banished long ago . . . or were they? Frozen in terror, I consider running back, until an ear-splitting scream. A woman is cowering under the camel as it reveals its true form.

It was a Darkling. He laughs as two more people, they look like my age, come near. They're about to stop him, but I don't want to get caught up in the mess. So thinking quickly, I extend my arms suddenly outward, hurling my leaf tornado at the Darkling.  

Help me... I am being held in a Darkling tower. I need help! My name is Mercy. Please save me... I have dark hair, pale skin, and... very interesting eyes. You will know me. Do not fear me.