David Colton

[Coltd5737]

Name* - David
Age - 20
Gender -Male
Contact Information* - Just PM me
Added Money Account* - Yus yus!
Situational Example* - The trees were tall and old and provided more shade than the sparse grass wanted or needed. Few rays of sunlight even reached the ground in this forsaken place. The trees were old and their leaves were dark, as was the overall feeling in the woods. The air was colder than it seemed it should be, even if the sunlight couldn't penetrate the canopy. Leaves were carpeting the ground, muting the movements made by the creatures. The wind was a rare treat, and was hardly ever heard whistling through the branches. Night was fast approaching when the figure moved out from behind the tree. I stopped in my tracks, eyeing it up, nervous, though excited at the prospect of what or who it might be. I stood still as a stone and waited for the other to move, my hands slowly moving to the sword hilt at my side. "Xaniz," the figure called his voice low and booming, despite how quietly he was talking. "I've been tracking you for months. You're harder to find than a needle in a haystack." He chuckled, closing the distance between us with only a few minor steps. A random ray of light fell upon his face, and the recognition hit me. It was my best friend for the village. The only one I had told of my leaving. "Your father left this behind when they moved. It was meant for you before you stormed off." From under his cloak he produced a large, hand carved flute that my father had been working of for several years, normally taking time away from his children. He outstretched his hand towards me, a light smile playing at his features. My hand reach back, touching the stained wood gingerly. After a moment, I took it, my eyes running over the smooth wood. "I told you I was moving to Nazthereen," I began, baffled as to why my friend had tracked me this far to give me this item. "You could have just mailed it,' I finished, looking up at him, though where he once stood, there was only air. I had always marveled at how quickly he could vanish when he wanted to. I slipped the flute into my pack and began to search for a good place to spend the night, away from the predators of the forest.
Free Writing Sample* -
The door to the tavern swung open and the few lanterns on the walls blew out. It was black in the tavern. The sun had set many hours ago. The door slammed shut. There was a faint snap from the door, and the lanterns burst back to life, as if nothing had happened. The cloaked stranger stood in front of the door, staring at the customers. His face was hooded, and his cloak was soaking wet from the downpour that carried on outside. No one could discern any feature of his face. His hood formed an almost impermeable layer of darkness. "Who sent them," he asked. His voice rumbled out from under his hood. It sent shivers down the spines of all the patrons there. It seemed as if this growl had been emitted from the pits of Hell itself. "I said, Who sent them," he said, a bit louder. The stranger took a step forward, but due to his cloak touching the ground, he seemed to glide forward, as if he were Death. "The bounties. They’re after my head." His arms stirred and pulled forth a sack of gold and tossed it onto the floor. "Please, claim the gold you paid to have me killed." All the men of the tavern just stared, not knowing if they should claim this purse. One man stepped forward. "It is my gold, sir," he stated, staring at the ground. "Sit down, you greedy blaggard! I know this is not your gold." The man sat, keeping his gaze on the floor at all times. "Daniel Clark," the stranger called. "Where is Daniel Clark?" The men all shifted in their seats, nervous. One other man stepped forward. "I am he," he said, his voice quaking. "Look at me, Daniel," The stranger said, growling like an animal. Daniel turned his face upwards. "You paid a bounty hunter fifteen-thousand gold to kill me, correct?" Daniel nodded. "And you agreed to split the sixty-thousand gold reward with him, seventy-thirty, am I correct in my thinking," he queried. Daniel nodded again. "There is the fifteen, claim it if you want it, either that, or I will take it." Daniel reached towards the sack, but stopped. "Ah ah ah," the stranger said, not moving. "Not so fast. I believe you owe me an apology." Daniel looked up and then back at the sack. He strained to push his hand forward, but it didn’t budge. "What sorcery is this," Daniel screamed in outrage. "That money is rightfully mine," he cried, attempting to push his hand past the invisible barrier. "Not until you apologize," the stranger said. Daniel looked shocked, and stared at the hidden face of the magician. "I would never apologize to you, you freak," he screamed, and smiled at his remark. Daniel was hurled from the floor and slammed into the wall opposite the bar, then tossed out the window, but no hand had touched him. "Does anyone else dare defy Farrahgo Silvertooth," the stranger asked, scanning the crowd. His drew back his hood, and revealed his face. It was the head of a wolf. His fur was an amber-gold and his eyes were set just above the bridge of his nose, and they had the fierce look of a hawk about them. He studied the faces of all the men in the building, liking what he saw. The creature enjoyed scaring humans. They had shunned him so long ago, he felt no remorse for most of them. He had befriended a few, but only a scarce few that would deny knowing him if asked. He bared his fangs, and the light glittered off his canine teeth. They were plated in pure silver and bloodstained. He growled and then swung his head towards the bartender. "Barkeep, I would like to purchase the nicest suite, price is of no matter to me." He bent over and picked up the fifteen-thousand gold Daniel had "left" for him. The bartender stared at this atrocity before him. "Sir, you must-" "I said ‘barkeep, I would like to purchase the nicest suite, price is of no matter to me’, did I stutter?" "N-No, Mr. Silvertooth, you didn’t." He turned around quickly, stumbling upon grabbing the key to a room. He turned back to Farrahgo and handed the key to him. "Room 106, normally rented out to Kings and Nobles." "In a place like this," Farrahgo scoffed, "I doubt it." He stepped away from the bar and strode to the staircase, placing his hood over his head once again.
How I found out about BTWT* - 'Land of Avalon'

[Liah]

Accepted and you've been sorted into Oak. =]

as a note; the site is currently semi-active... I'm thinking of remaking it due to urging from my members. If you want to start up some threads here that'd be awesome, but if you want to wait until the new site is made that works too.

[Coltd5737]

Sweet. I'll probably post a few and if no one replies, I'll definitely wait until the restart.

[Liah]

Sounds awesome. =] Thanks for understanding.