Roleplaying

Xanthus giggled as the creatures changed the way they were speaking. He had heard this speak before, as well, oh yes many times. It was a bit more difficult than the other, but talk was talk. 

"No harm talker. Talkers fun. Why harm?" Xanthus grinned boldly, hoping to shock the creature. Any reaction of course, would make the odd creature happy. His eyes rested on the smaller one, and he came closer again, using hus long, striped tongue to pull the fish off of his teeth, and hold it out to him.

A sound of almost a purr grew in the back of his throat, tail fliking back and forth in a rather cat-like manner. 

"Hungry, yes?"

Rapture stuck out his tongue at the creature, it was obvious that he'd only eat what I gave him. He surly would never eat whats been in another creatures' mouth!

"Do you seriously think that he's foolish enough to grab that? Even a starving rat would be smart enough to know not to take that." I spat at the foolish creature, wanting it to come no closer. "Keep behind me, Rapture; and don't try anything stupid at all."

Rapture nodded, and stuck out his tongue again at the creature, as if attempting to mock it, put his thumbs against his ears and wiggled his fingers in the annoying taunt he did half the time.

A sudden wind picks up from nowhere and the mist in the art freezes, falling to the ground. Cold hits you like a wall and clouds cover the sky. Soft puffy snowflakes begin falling, sticking to everything as they are very wet. Slush forms shortly and every tree's leaves fall off. It becomes hard to see. You had best find shelter from the cold!

Xanthus opened its mouth to speak again, grin still on its face, fish falling to the ground. It didn't get a word out, however, before the wind began to blow. It knew what weather this was, and puffed up its fur, looking at the sky.

"Talkers made for cold, yes?" it questioned, still looking upward, "If no, Talkers must make self for cold fast."

The furred creature shivered as the first snowflake hit it. It could survive the snow, yes, but did it like it? No. Very no. The fish it had dropped froze solid within the next few minutes, as it continued to stare at the sky.

"Cold hard."

Rapture whined when it got really cold; there's a fact that sometimes we may look like some-sort of man-eating monster; but at the core we are both human, meaning that we had no better chance against the cold then any normal human. Yet, this was more like it. Much better then weather like Southern weather, as was being exhibited a dew minutes ago, at least Rapture didn't have to worry about the sun.

"B-brother... I'm--"

"Don't even start about being bloody cold. You are the one who can't stand too much heat or direct sunlight; as I am immune to that, and you are the most immune to the cold. Now are we going or not?" I replied harshly to my younger brother; words sounded like they were filled with anger, but by all means, I just didn't want him to get my cloak dirty.

Kindling's normally bright orange eyes were dull, like dying flames. Her lips were blue and all the color seemed drained out of her face. She shook uncontrollably, snow flakes froze on her eyelashes and in her hair. She began climbing numbly down the tree but her body wasn't really obeying her, and she didn't feel cold, though she was much too cold. She half fell half climbed to the ground, collapsing at the bottom. Her eyes were unfocused and she looked around in confusion. She felt weird, but couldn't describe how she felt. Her eyes felt heavy as she was suddenly sleepy.

Xanthus watched the talkers in front of it silently, head cocked to the side. Both talkers were obviously not happy withthe change in weather. Xanthus could understand. He had survived the cold many times, but he never liked it. He looked down at the frozen fish at his feet, rather sadly.

A soft thud caught the odd creatures attention, and he turned, seeing the other talker from before at the base of a tree, shivering. This was a different kind of talker, and from what Xanthus could see, this talker could not take the cold. HE trotted that direction, looking at the female curiously. 

The other talkers did not have interest in Xanthus, or at least were too frightened of the area to be curious, and he hadn't had any fun yet! No matter, it would have fun with this talker... But if the talker froze, there wouldn't be any fun. 

Xanthus stepped over the talker, a bit hesitantly, and then laid on top of her. It covered as much of the talker as it could with its thick fur, keeping its head held up to watch the other talkers. 

Kindling gradually became aware that she was being sat on. She couldn't tell by what, but at least she was getting warmer. Tremendous tremors ran through her body. It was dark beneath whatever was on top of her, but if there had been light, she lips would stand out as a striking blue. Her breath was steamy clouds as she began regaining some warmth. The orange glow in her eyes returned faintly, and the snow in her hair melted. It grew humid and sticky as all the snow around her melted from her body's heat. She moved her still numb fingers weakly.

The cold wind which appeared out of nowhere almost knocked the Level 1 Potted Plant back onto the ground. The mud coating its leaves froze almost immediately. It had been standing still in an attempt to remain unnoticed; now it had little choice in the matter as ice hardened around its stems. It shuddered weakly in protest. Large wet snowflakes began falling, sticking to the plant's leaves and weighing it down. The plant waited patiently; the transformation always caused by a change of weather would surely happen soon.

Vibrations reaching the plant decreased drastically as the creatures previously surrounding it left, driven off by the weather. The plant sat, alone as far as it could tell, in what was rapidly becoming muddy slush, still waiting for the transformation. All it knew was that soon it would change; but it had no control over when, or what it would change into.

The transformation began at last. Muddy ice cracked and slid off in a shower of slivers as the plant's leaves shrank and morphed into bunches of needles. The plant itself shortened; its stem stiffened and thickened into a sturdy trunk. The Level 1 Potted Plant gave itself a shake as it finished the transformation, dislodging mounds of slush which plopped down around the base of its pot. Now the plant was a stout little pine tree, much better suited for cold than the tropical plant of before.

Its earlier thirst problem had disappeared with the change. Since it also no longer seemed to be surrounded by threats, the plant had no reason left to remain here. It decided to move on. But it paused in the act of hopping off; something or someone was approaching.

The air suddenly begins to feel heavy, and a humming sound seemingly comes from nowhere. A spot on the next hill becomes blurred, and colors begin to swirl about. The humming intensifies and a circular patch of spinning colors is visible on the hill. It falls dead silent. This spot appears to be a portal. Dare you enter it?

You seem to be a the edge of a maze. This maze never seems to look the same, like it changes. It appears to be made out of tangled vines but nothing can harm them. The plants are very strange, some even have eyes, and they don't seem to like you. The creatures are "something else".

The weather is wild, and doesn't have any pattern.

You have been transported to another dimension where there is not time. Weather has a mind of its own, it can go from tropical temperatures to arctic at any moment. The life here seems to change like the weather, even the plants. 

You have a strange feeling that you need to get somewhere, the center of an ever changing maze but you don't know why.

Your goal: Survive, and find a way to return to your own world.

Problems: You have no leads, and everything around doesn't seem to want you to succeed.

Things are always changing. Wether anyone has ever gotten out is unknown.

No gory batte scenes please! If you want to have a battle, keep it simple and non-descriptive.

No indepth romance. Characters may hug, but nothing more than a kiss on the cheek.

Do not kill another player's character unless it has been arranged by all player's involved.

Please follow the story so your post will be fitting to the action.

As I am the RP master I will be controlling all weather changes that take place.

Types of characters:

Human/humanoid: Anything that resembles a human. These are what are getting transported to this dimension. Humanoids may have special abilities, but limit it to 2, and they need to be reasonable.

Creature: These live in this dimention. They can be about anything you feel like, but once again, if they have powers, keep them reasonable.

Plants: Also from this dimension. They can have any plant-like shape you want, and are able to move if you wish them to.

Thanks for taking the time to read the rules! Enjoy the RP!