Here's yours, Moon Wolf! I may or may not have tried experimenting a bit too much with this. I could do a remake if you would like one.

Thoughts on the picturing: It occured to me that I could try to capture personality in dialouge, something that drawings can only do partially, and this was the result, less of a picturing and more of something one would find in a novel when a character first appears... I also may or may not have created another story concept while at it.

Escaped no. 56:

Entity name: Moon

C.O.R.I.A.D*: 9-3-4-10-8-7

Classification: Summoner (S)

Number: 308

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“You have to listen to me, please. I meant no harm. I was actually searching for you. The Ministry wants to negotiate with you.” I said, trying to escape my bindings in vain. The ropes were tough, and all I managed to accomplish was to find a better viewpoint of his captor from the floor.

“And so they sent you as ambassador, poorly equipped, traveling alone, and lost like a headless rat in a maze. I am not impressed.” The girl standing over me retorted, looking down at me with arms crossed over her chest. A white orb of light bobbed idly beside her, illuminating the immediate  surroundings of the small wooden cabin we were in. She was in a gray sweater and jeans. The black coat she had been wearing outside now lay flat in front of the unlit fireplace,
waiting to be cleaned of the burrs and strands of grass that clung to its sleeves. Her hair looked as if it had been dried though. It wagged slightly from side to side in a long black ponytail with each movement of her head, reminiscent of a bushy wolf tail.

“I had supplies and a map, but they were sabotaged.” I began testily, hoping to conserve what little dignity that was left. I was promptly silenced with a kick in the stomach. “Ow.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re terrible at stalking your quarry." The girl sniffed in contempt, stepping back to scuff the place where her thick leather boot had touched me on her other heel. “I’d recognize your Ministry getup from miles  away. It irritates the eye.”

“I wasn’t stalking you.” I said guiltily. “I was only following the
path you made.”

“I think someone’s forgetting who’s the one tied up here.” The girl chided, pulling a chair over from what must have been the dinner table and sitting down. She kept her gaze fixed on me the whole time. Slitted eyes, I couldn’t help but noticing. “Don’t think that you can weasel your way out of this with clever talking. If you want to be diplomatic, so can I. We’ll talk right here.”

“Can’t you untie me first?”

“No.” She said, interlocking her fingers together. I caught a glimpse of a glinting bracelet on her left wrist, intricately crafted with strands of silver that gathered into the shape of a wolf’s head. “I’m sure you can talk just fine from the floor.” The pale orb of light floated closer to her head and glowed
brighter, gathering its light into a beam. I had the impression of being caught under a spotlight, the type in the interrogation rooms at the Ministry.

The girl must have read my thoughts on my face. She had a smug, self-congratulatory expression. “Now, what do you have to offer?”

*: On a scale of 1-10:

C (Containment difficulty)

O (Obedience)

R (Regeneration)

I: (Intelligence)

A: (Attack)

D: (Defense) 

Nuuuu I'm late... Apologies for the wait Peri. I ran into some rather stressful events head on these few days, and in the midst of everything my style decided to take a hiatus without bringing me along. I'm trying to keep the quality consistent with the picturings I did a few days before, but its challenging for now.

Thoughts on the picturing: My visuals have unfortunately went offline and the exess power has apparently been rerouted to dialouge. I'm in the process of fixing it, but I couldn't manage an entire change so this is how it turned out. I also might have took a few liberties with the picturing and experimented with how one of my new story ideas is turning out (sorry). I might make a solo write if it seems promising enough.

The girl was hanging out on the balcony of the Tower, kneeling in front of a large flowerpot. It was high up but not windy, a rare occasion to actually admire the grounds of the New Haven from above, were it not a cloudy night. What would have been rolling green hills dotted with white patches of buildings were now a spider’s web of yellow lights  crisscrossing through the darkness, each thin line marking a path or road.

“When do you expect my legs to recover?” She asked the flickering, half transparent figure floating at her side.

“A few days.” Replied the hologram, bending over to inspect the roses she was watering. “If you’re optimistic, that is. I’d put it at a week. And that’s quite enough water, you can stop now.”

“Another week?” The girl complained, setting down the tin watering can with a clang. “I’ve been stuck in this place for two weeks already.” She rose to her feet with difficulty, grabbing for the balcony railing to keep her balance. The dull gray exoskeleton encasing her legs whirred and clicked rapidly as it readjusted to carry her weight. “Can’t you turn this thing on to full power?”

“No. If you still want to go on the next Escort, your legs need to work by themselves.”

“Good to hear.” The girl grumbled, leaning on the railing to steady herself as she tied her loose hair into a messy blonde ponytail. “Do me a favor, will you?”

“Yes?”

“Tell me a good story. Something to take my mind off everything I’m missing out on.”

The hologram mused. “I doubt I can find one that you haven’t heard already. How about Arana and the Tree of Life? I’ve discovered some interesting details about it in an old scripture.”

The girl nodded and tossed her sapphire eyes into the clouds with a silent exhale, scanning the dark velvet canopy that was the sky. A warm breeze picked up, brushing the pleats of her lavender dress. If it made her hair tickle her nose, she ignored the feeling. She focused on the stars scattered far above her, an endless sheet of music with sparkling notes blinking their
mute melody. The surroundings were soundless apart from the humming of the electric motors coming from her legs. She could catch fragments of chatter drifting up from below if she concentrated, possibly merry talk as the newest Escort prepared themselves for the long trip tomorrow. And to think she was supposed to be with them right now…

The hologram, sensing her discontent, floated closer to her side and laid a consoling hand on her shoulder. “Now as you know, in the beginning, the earth was barren and dry, just as parched as the Serpil desert is now…”

And the girl closed her eyes and listened. 

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CAPTCHA says mbtvi, which is rather close to MBTI. I wonder if they know about personality tests.

It seems as though my visuals are in a desperate need of rebooting...Here's your picturing Hawkstar. I tried to add more descriptions but...Sorry. I'm not in the best state of mind these days. (Biology class is driving me insane) :(

Thoughts on the picturing: You gave me the impression of a forest nymph. And nymphs are supposed to live a long time, aren't they?

She had not seen her friend for- how long was it? Weeks? Months? Or was it years? The girl could not tell. Her memories had long since blurred and mixed into a slurry of images and sensations, such was the way her mind functioned. She had only remembered the last day when she was cleaning out her belongings.

It sat there in the corner, dusty and forgotten, but miraculously untouched by rust or water. She couldn’t fathom how she had forgotten about it. What was its name again?

A hairclip. She remembered, running a finger along the cold metal body of the curious item. Her friend had insisted on lending it to her.

“I have no need for such a thing.” She had said under the oak where they were sitting.

“Then what do you use?”

“Anything I find. Twine.”

Her friend laughed. “That’s no good. You should come meet my father sometime. He’s the village blacksmith. I’m sure he’ll
make something for you.” And she had shoved it into her hands. “Here, I’ll lend you mine for now. Just remember to return it.”

“I’m not sure I can. I live very far away." She had replied.

“I don’t mind. I can wait. I’m very good at waiting. Did I tell you about the time I waited in one place all day to catch a
rabbit?”

The girl blinked the memory away and quickened her pace. She had a way of moving through the forest, flitting around tree trunks as if her bare feet never touched the ground. From afar she was only a shade of brown and flowing green, with an occasional flash of color from the flower crown she wore on her head, strung with every flower the forest had to offer- daffodils, tulips, roses, lily-of-the-valley and dandelions. In one hand she clutched a bow, the other the hairclip. A quiver of arrows hung from her back, newly fletched with white
feathers.

With every step she could feel herself coming nearer. She could almost see the thatched huts and smoke curling above the treetops. Anticipation was etched in her every move. What would her friend say when she showed up? Nothing good, perhaps. She had forgotten to visit for so long. But she had  said she would wait.

It was in this conflicting state of mind did the girl emerge from the edge of the forest.

“Oh.” She murmured, stopping.

The thatched huts were there. So was the village square. But no smoke rose from the chimneys. The paths were overgrown with grasses.

If her anticipation had built up like a river against a dam, the river now vanished. The girl’s steps stopped, surveying the abandoned village. So she had come back too late.

“Hawk!” A voice called. “Hawk, is that you?”

The girl started and turned. At the side of the path, a figure stumbled out from behind a great oak. She had grown as time had passed, but the girl’s trained eyes could see the same face. The same bright grin. She had no idea how they hugged each other the next instant.

“I forgot. I’m sorry.” She said, handing back the hairclip. She felt as though she should say more, but couldn’t find the words. Her tongue had not been used to talk in ages.

“I guessed so much.” Her friend said, taking it back with a smile. “But I said I'd wait for you until you remember.” 

Name: Cloud Bunny

Basic Personality: Kind and sympathetic 

What are you wearing: I really like overalls :)

I can't wait to see wht you do with this!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

heyy! these are all so awesome! i'd love one if you have the time :]

Name: pangolin, she/they (or she/her, whatever's easiest :])

Basic personality: introverted, adventurous, creative, melancholic, socially awkward, reflective

What are you wearing?: it'd be cool to see how you picture me :D

thank you so much!! :D

Hey there Peregrine, your picturing is ready! I'm still playing around with ideas for my solo write as you can see.

Thoughts on the picturing: Peregrine falcons are birds of prey, so I decided to set this picturing in the same universe as Moon Wolf's, the very one I'm preparing to use for my solo write. (you can read what CORIAD stands at the end of that one) It's actually also my first time trying to capture 'power' in writing.

In a normal situation, it takes lots of time to relocate a stabilized E Class to the battlefront. Most are spent filling out paperwork and getting permission from one’s superiors, who then in turn have to get permission from their superiors, who then in turn have to get together and hold a heated discussion about the potential hazards and risks involved in the matter.

In reality, there are no normal situations.

Charge no. 4:

Entity name: Peregrine

C.O.R.I.A.D: 10-10-8-9-10-10

Classification: Eradicator (E)

Number: 04

Callsign: Silverwings

Status: Stable (Updated at 7:03 AM,
Canbatran time)

“Confirm your energy status, Silverwings.” The voice of the
Administrator said through the girl’s earpiece.

“Stable.”

“Destination?”

“Receive confirmed.” She answered, voice echoing in the voluminous cement chamber as a stream of coordinates ran over her visor.

“Good. Be on standby for the signal to depart.” With that the
Administrator cut off.

The girl was left alone in the dark chamber for a few moments, the only light being provided by a flashing red bulb set in the wall. Then everything started shaking. She looked up impatiently at the gigantic domed ceiling above her as it began to split in half, accompanied by a terrible rumbling as tons of rock shifted. She could feel the tremors run down the walls and into her legs, the quaking even causing her colorless ponytail to sway about.

Then the first ray of sunlight speared down the chamber and alighted on the place where she stood. It was so unexpected that her blue-gray pupils, though shielded behind the visor, still shrunk to a fraction of their normal size. More rays, succeeding the first, found their way in. The girl once shrouded in darkness was now a shining golden figure as they struck the lightweight silver armor covering her arms and legs and refracted onto the walls as flecks of yellow.

The dome continued to rumble and open. Snow that had lain on the surface undisturbed for years was now pouring down, shattering on the floor.

Fragments of ice sprayed like bullets. A sound like that of a sword unsheathed made itself heard over the clamor. Two gleaming wings blossomed into existence, their very  appearance causing a shockwave to expand within the chamber, pressing the fallen snow to the walls. The air vibrated with tension as they began to glow with a powerful blue aura. Metal feathers sharp enough to kill splayed out in preparation.

The signal finally came. The flashing red light in the wall blinked to green as the dome finally stopped moving. The girl registered the change in an instant, narrowed her eyes, crouched, wings gathering around her for one split second-

From afar it was only a dull boom as the entire Cambatran mountain range shuddered in unison. Peaks shedded thousands of tons of snow. And then there was a blue streak of lightning that left a straight gash in the gray clouds like someone had sliced the sky apart with a sword. The roar would only follow a minute later. 

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@Cloud Bunny, I just wanted to confirm that you use They/them pronouns? Is that right?

Name:Gloomy Bear (or Gloomy)

Basic personality: Snarky (sorta), a bit stupid, sarcastic, gloomy (lol), big weeb.

What are you wearing(optional, if blank I'll dream up your outfit based on my impression of you)?: Something emo or goth. 

A few updates:

-I'm currently cycling through the standard monthly exams at school, which means picturing progress is going to be slowed down. Thanks for your patience!

-Cloud Bunny and GloomyBear, could you both specify your pronouns? If you don't see this I'll @ both of you later.

-Solo write worldbuilding in progress. May turn out to be a big project. Thread location might be set at Puddings' place instead of Inkwell, still undecided. I'm planning to make it more interactive than a normal solo write, somewhat like Lord Entropy's but not entirely.

-Might make a thread somewhere out of the way (like This Month) to keep a daily journal on building the universe the Solo Write is going to be set in, but at I'll have to get these picturings done first...

-Thank you for all the massive support on this thread so far!