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3:43pm Aug 20 2016 (last edited on 9:55pm Mar 13 2017)
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- Scattered across this world, there are items that contain incredible powers. Those who come into contact with these items will be transformed into creatures many believe to be nonexistent. These creatures are very much real, but not in the ways that most would think. The tales of knights in shining armor battling great, fire-breathing beasts my just as well be true as much as they are exaggeration. These creatures are known to mankind as dragons. Whether they consider their abilities a blessing or curse, there is no way to undo the effects of the dragonstones.
These stones are more than mere baubles, though. A beautiful, iridescent rock that can be found anywhere throughout the Earth. What one becomes merely depends on where and when they find these stones... or when the stones find them. -
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Keith - Vincent Malik - Ennie dmann - Vosahf Antiarctic - Zathia, Lorcan Lake - Revon, Hawk Canetodance - Kirsi, Leigh Moss - Elias (Twigs) Sheogorath - Dr. Rayo Aagone Tiberius - Rjupa Gunhild the Wild Thor - Rei Thestral - Eremiel
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9:30pm Aug 25 2016
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Vincent yawned and stretched as he packed up after another day teaching at the highschool. He quite liked this current job, and fretted that he'd have to leave it when the students and other teachers begin to notice his lack of aging. He's looked nearly the same for several years, and has had various comments of "What do you do to look so young?" and "How old are you again?" tossed his way for a while now. Usually he laughs them off or makes up answers, but that'll only last so long before suspicions raise. Giving a tired sigh, he ended his train of thought and made his way down the stairs to the parking lot where he'd parked his car, noting how hot it was that day. His long, curly blonde hair was put up in a messy bun, and his jacket was slung over his arm instead of on him. A shirt with several images of corgis floating around in space and a pair of jeans was today's attire, and he was beginning to regret the jeans, though once he started his car the AC kicked in and made things more comfortable. Lost in his thoughts, he turned on the radio and pulled out of his parking space to drive back to his apartment on the other side of town. |
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9:43pm Aug 25 2016
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Vosahf sat on the park bench as the sun shone, a small wrapped loaf of slightly stale bread in one hand, and a crumbling of bread in the other, as he flicked crumbs and pieces out, summoning various birds that called the area home.
'You are still searching. It has been six months, and even the most experienced hunters still alive that you trained send you away. When will you learn you picked the wrong side from the start?'
The dragon, his constant companion, and voice in his head. Vosahf throws a larger piece of bread, and a goose rushes in to grab it, which he allows.
"Shut your mouth. I am feeding the birds." he mutters to himself in an angry manner.
'Until when, you move on to the next park with birds?!'
There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.
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9:57pm Aug 25 2016 (last edited on 9:58pm Aug 25 2016)
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The harsh sunlight seared the pavement, reflecting heat back at Ennie as she stepped quickly over to her tiny hatchback, shielding her eyes against the bright afternoon light. Normally she'd be getting off in the nighttime, when the sun was well into sinking past the skyline and its glare was muted, but taking Jolene's morning shift left her well and truly at the mercy of the late afternoon warmth. She was no stranger to heat, having spent the better part of her life in Brazil, but this dry, smothering, climate was new to her. How could a city that froze part of the year also become a concrete oven? Seasons. She'd never understand them.
And she'd had plenty of time to, with over four decades of life in America under her belt. She's also seen most of the country by then, a by-product of having to relocate every decade or so just to escape suspicion. Ennie didn't have much to show for her experience, no diploma or record of schooling, how could she? She didn't age at a normal rate, how could she ever justify a decades old degree when she hardly looked as old as the document itself? She figured she'd eventually find a way around it, was hopeful that she'd soon find her place in life. Some place or someone who would accept her for what she was.
Which was...what, exactly?
"Gosh darned flying lizard...thing," she muttered, starting her Accent and backing out of the lot. "You understand me, doncha, Jellybean?" She patted the dashboard just as 'Devil Inside' began playing on the radio. "Oh...so hilarious, thank you."
Her apartment was small, lacking air conditioner, and possessed windows that faced south-west. As such, it had become a veritable oven in her absence, and she felt like she had to wade through a thick, warm, solvent mixture just to reach her couch. No, this was not the time to be productive or to even be alive, this was a time for becoming one with the couch. And so, she did, waiting for the fiery sun to drop behind the skyline and for her time to come.
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10:33pm Aug 25 2016
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Zathia runs her hand through her hair as she puts down her Timies cap on the counter. She gazes at the racks filled with treats no one ordered that day. Suddenly she feels a clap on her shoulder causing her to turn around quickly to whomever did it. Standing right there was the old chef with a big grin spread across his face.
"You can take some home if you want. You know since it's you're last day and all, kid." He says happily.
"Are you sure Cal?"
"Why not just take you're pick. It's not like anyone else is going to eat them."
"Thank you so much!" She says as she dats over to the racks and pulls out one of the donuts.
"I'll miss ya kid, you brought some joy around here." He says with a slight sigh.
Zathia quickly wraps her arms around him one last time before she walked out the door. As she walked down the almost empty streets she gratefully eats the donut. She pulls out her set of keys as she enters an apartment building and sets them on the counter. With a quick glance at the attended she leaves the building.
'Off to a new place I guess.' She thinks as she walks into the forest behind the building.
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10:56pm Aug 25 2016 (last edited on 11:38pm Aug 25 2016)
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 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Revon's hum was soft as he shuffled through the undergrowth, blue green eyes flickering every now and again to catch the movement of something around him, the flicker of something darting just out of his line of sight. It was quiet out here, with the sun just falling out of it's highest point. Normal people would say it was far too warm to be exploring, the shadow of trees covering his head doing nothing to stop the heat of the mid afternoon rays. He, as always, was bundled up, scarf tight around his neck and chin tucked in just to save as much heat as he could. Even in the middle of the summer, he still felt like his butt was freezing off. Still, it was beautiful out here and oh so very quiet. He had thought it stupid that someone would recommend just a silly nature walk as one of the top tourist attractions of this area but now Revon could see why. There were flowers blooming abundantly along the sides of the dark stone path, trees towering like skyscrapers a mile high to his left and right. Who would ever think a place like this could be around here? Beautiful, silent, perfect for him. There were people who walked by every now and then as he meandered his way down the trail. They were respectful, however, nearly as silent as the wind itself that blew the leaves around on the forest floor. Every now and again Revon would pause, camera in hand, and bend down, just to take a picture of something he might be able to use later. Capture a moment before it disappeared. Moments like that only really happened once. He lived to capture them, to try, at least in a picture, to remember them before they faded away.His hair shifted blue and orange in the sunlight, no one actually paying him enough attention that it mattered in the slightest. By this point, people would be getting off work, going home to their families, cooking meals, watching television. They would be finding their own ways to relax. All around this part of the world, people would be settling down in their homes or stuck in traffic just waiting to get back to what was familiar. Revon envied them just a little but all the same, at least he was here. At least when he stuck his hand out into a ray of sunlight, he felt just a little bit warmer.Snapping a picture of a flower petal that got caught in a gust of wind, the human who maybe was not so human afterall hummed one more time and slung his camera back over his shoulder, stuffing his gloved hands back into the thick part of his vests pockets. A warm puff of air was visible in front of him as he breathed out, fading in a moment. And then he continued walking, knowing soon he would probably loop back around to the entrance of this nature walk and he would have to get back into an actual town once more. Maybe find something to eat, maybe go to sleep... alone rather than with someone, but he didn't feel like he minded all too much.
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11:48pm Aug 25 2016
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Kirisi rotated her cup in her hands, frowning idly at the top of the table at which she sat. The coffee shop hadn't too busy, and she'd been feeling the ever-present chill more than usual lately; eager to warm her bones, she'd tucked her scarf more tightly around her neck and decided to pop in for a large hot chocolate. Now, though, a rush-hour crowd seemed to be drifting in and she found herself nervous as humans began bustling around her. She kept her head tilted down, hoping to finish her drink without anyone noticing her camped up in the corner booth. The fluorescent lighting glinted of her hair oddly, making its shimmer just a little too blue to be natural. It was easier to hide the strange color in this modern, large city -- she was far from the only blonde girl with strange highlights. Still, she didn't want questions when she was trying to just warm herself up.
Feeling uncomfortable, and with the distinct sensation that there were eyes on her (though she often had that feelings, and in all likelihood it was just her imagination), she chose instead to finish her drink on the walk back to her most recent hotel room. She'd been drifting around for a year or two now, waiting to find some place where she could easily blend in and make herself a home in a place where she would feel safe settling down. She hurried outside and the slight breeze made her shiver. She longed for the warm fur that her Dragon form would give her, and it whispered angrily at her in her own mind, If you weren't in this city, surrounded by all these wretched creatures, you could easily shift and be warm again. Why are we choosing to stay in places like this?
Kirsi, too, wished she could return to the safety of her original, isolated den; but there were too many humans in the world now, and it was too difficult to find a place that was untouched by humans and cold enough for her Dragon to boot -- but she wasn't sure where to find such a place without fleeing to the Antarctic, which she admitted was becoming a more desirable option. Still, she wanted to try to integrate into the humans' world; all things considered, she had been alone for far longer than she ever would have wanted had she not been turned into a fearsome beast, and she was tired of being lonely.
The man at the desk smiled at her as she hurried inside, welcoming her back to the hotel and alerting her again that, should she require anything, she was always welcome to call the front desk to ask. Even in such an impersonal way, the offer of help warmed her just a little bit, and as she slipped into her room, she smiled. They aren't so bad as you think, she thought, and felt the Dragon huff in reply. She laughed, pulling off her boots and flinging herself down onto the plush bed. I know, my friend. I'm afraid of them, too.
Huhwah?
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10:12pm Aug 26 2016
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Twigs slowly opened their eyes and crawled out of their nest like bed, the burrow was still slightly dim and the birds haven't started singing yet. They walked over to a group of baskets and started rummaging through them, only to find a few small, dried up berries and a rotten apple core. Twigs grimaced and headed towards the the burrow's exit, picking up their old, worn out satchel from the floor on the way.
They poked their head out of the hole in the ground and looked around cautiously, feeling the cool breeze stroke their muddy face. Twigs waited for any signs of danger lurking in the familiar forest, minutes past and the sunlight slowly spilled on the trees, creating warm patches of sunlight on the slumbering ground. Satisfied, Twigs scrambled out of the dirt hole and bounded across the forest floor in search of breakfast. |
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11:21pm Aug 26 2016 (last edited on 11:23pm Aug 26 2016)
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One twenty-minute drive through traffic later, and Vince was right at his apartment. The building was nice, his teacher's salary was able to afford him comfortable living with just him and Misty. He parked and locked his car, made his way to thy door and keyed himself in. Even the walk over from his car to the building had been scorching; he's a lightshifter, not a flamebreather, damnit! Yes he likes warmth and sunlight, but he dislikes the sun trying to fry him. Usually he takes the stairs, but he just wanted to return to his apartment quickly, so he took the elevator instead.
As usual, Misty was waiting by the door for him like the weird dog-cat she was. She meowed happily and wove her soft, fluffy body in between Vincent's legs, to which the blonde man bent down and picked her up. "I can't take you out just yet, we'll walk later when it's cooler. I guess you're hungry, though." He walked to the kitchen and put her down, getting a bowl of food ready for his feline companion. Once that was finished, he got himself a glass of water and grabbed an ice cream pop from the freezer and moved to sit on his couch, intent on watching some nonsense TV until he decided what he was going to have for dinner.
{Just so you guys know, I intend for us to all know each other's characters well, so the first couple of posts might be slightly dull day to day things and little insights into your characters, but I have a spicy meatball of a plot cooking up, so don't you worry ;D} |
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11:48pm Aug 26 2016
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After a few hours of revitalizing napping on the couch, Ennie pulled herself to her feet and surveyed her apartment. It was clean for the most part, a little clutter of dishes beside the sink, some papers on the coffee table, the entrails of a discarded flyer scattered across the dining table. The most noticeable thing about the space wasn't the cramped, tucked away kitchen, or the small dining table with a folding leaf, or the living room dominated by a large couch and an equally large tv, connected to a variety of consoles and TV boxes. No, the most noticeable thing was the extensive amount of plants spreading like moss across the rooms. Hanging baskets, shelves of tiny pots housing small herbs and delicate flowers, standing basins supporting the dense foliage of bushes and small trees, some laden with blooms and berries. They filled the home with a fresh sweetness, a crisp cleanliness that settled in one's nose and upon one's tongue. Ennie meticulously cared for each and every one of them, watering, feeding, removing any dust that drifted in from the grimy city below. In return, the plants became a constant in her life, providing her a daily reminder of the place she once called home, letting her relive a safe, secluded childhood spent under the large, welcoming leaves of countless trees. They were her family, or at least as close as she was going to get to one.
She watered them, puttering around the apartment, and murmuring quietly to them. Something within her hummed with content at the daily routine, not so much a voice anymore as a feeling. She'd spent the majority of her life as a dragon, going decades without her human toes touching the ground, and felt like the lizard had almost become her at one point. As a result there wasn't much conflict between the person and the beast, each had their own wants and needs and both made sure they were seen to. It made life easier if not more interesting, but she could understand how easily it could have made things more difficult. To have any sort of...discord would be catastrophic, an endless internal war, delivering casualties for both sides. No, she couldn't live like that.
She completed the rest of her chores, dishes, laundry, and gobbled down a microwaved pastry pocket of some sort. The city below was quieting, getting as close as it ever did to actually sleeping, and she shrugged her old green jacket over a brown t-shirt, slipped on her tall boots, and locked the apartment behind her. She didn't work until the afternoon tomorrow, why not have some fun?
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11:55pm Aug 26 2016
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As the sun moved away from the gleaming heat as time wanders on, Vosahf runs out of stale bread, and birds to enjoy it. Reluctantly he stands, his robes settling into a sense of normality after a moment, and he walks to a trash receptacle to throw the empty bag inside.
'That is your soul fed, what about our stomach' comes the grumpy voice in his head, as if to remind him he hadn't had anything to eat in several hours. 'There are various small animals nearby if you would prefer t-'
"Hot dogs" Vosahf grumbles to himself, seeing a stand open nearby, making his dragon, which huffs.
'Last hot dog was ten years ago, chasing that lead on the-'
"Twenty. After anniversary. I'm having several."
'Pah.'
The dragon goes silent for a while, and Vosahf goes off to purchase several hot dogs with everything. After eating them all happily in quick succession, Vosahf walks back to the hotel he has a room at, and goes to rest for a while. He had not a place in the world yet, but somewhere to rest for the moment.
There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.
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12:46am Aug 27 2016 (last edited on 12:55am Aug 27 2016)
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After a few minutes of walking through the empty forest Zathia pauses in the middle of a glade. She sighs softly as she turns her gaze up to the evening sky as it prepares to turn into night. "Cal was a nice man but it was time for me to leave. I've been here for too long already." She says as she lifts her hand towards the slowly darkening sky. She runs her hand through her hair causing it to glimmer and glow white quickly before going back into place.
As the night sky darkens she feels a slight shiver down her spine as the longing for a night flight fills her up to the brim. "Tonight will be a beautiful night to fly and the moon will be wonderfully bright in the sky." She says with a cute noise following it before she transforms into her dragon form. She launches herself up with grace before flying into the night with glee plastered upon her scaly face.
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12:48am Aug 27 2016 (last edited on 12:50am Aug 27 2016)
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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Revon took his time finishing off the nature trail, actually walking it rather than looking for pictures to take at every other minute. As thought previously, however, he was near the end of the trail and it didn't take him long to break back out into the sunshine once more. He had been out here for long enough that he was almost a little bit tired, which was a bit surprising. Normally things like this didn't bother him, he was used to walking wherever he needed to go, whenever he needed it. He could certainly use a good meal right now and a bottle of water, something he hadn't thought to bring with him.Some would call him absentminded and Revon wouldn't totally disagree. He did forget a lot of things but he was old, he had the privilege of forgetting sometimes. Even if it didn't seem that way, he could feel the weight of his years on his back, culminating into an exhaustion that sometimes sprung up out of no where. He might look still rather young, in his mid twenties most likely, but looks could be deceiving after all.His feet crunched against gravel as he moved out of the nature trail and towards his car, a soft sigh on his pale lips. He hadn't bothered to book a motel while he was here, this place only being a pit stop as he drove, but that meant he would either have to go find some place to stay now or sleep in his car for the third night in a row. It would probably end up being the second option, honestly, but them's the breaks.Starting the car up, he turned the heater on as high as it would go, warmth radiating not too long later to defrost his chilly fingers. He needed to invest in a pair of gloves when he was going outside like this. His stomach rumbled just a little as he moved to take to the road, the sleek black car darting down the highway, sun fading behind him. When you lived for what seemed like forever, you could afford some luxuries. In Revon's case, he spent his saved money on the one thing that would actually stick with him. Not a house but a car that would reliably get him where he needed to go.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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1:50am Aug 27 2016
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Kirsi flipped through the channels on the hotel room´s small television. It was still a newer technology to her, unfamiliar and exciting; it amazed her, sometimes, how much humans had managed to grow in the time she been hiding away on her frozen little island. It made her a little sad to think of her long-time home, and she could feel the Dragon´s restlessness inside her as it imagined loping through a snowy landscape, stretching its wings and lifting up to streak through a thick blizzard.
Softly, Kirsi hushed it, settling down further into the warm nest of pillows and blankets she´d requested from room service and piled on the bed. She paused her channel-surfing on a news report, showing different angles outside an alley downtown, police surrounding the way in. ¨Man in critical condition after brutal alley attack; suspect in custody," she murmured allowed, frowning at the headline. The man had apparently been critically injured by a large piece of scrap metal, and didn´t seem to have much change of surviving. The screen filled with an image of the victim, his hair a dark inky color that had an odd pearlescent shine to it. Kirsi frowned, leaning closer to the screen, and her Dragon whispered, Do you ever wonder if there could be more of us?
The question made her heart ache, and she wasn´t sure if the emotion was entirely hers, or partly the Dragon´s. Swallowing, she flipped off the television and rolled over to face the large window on the far side of her room. It would be nice, she replied, knowing it was not really an answer to the Dragon´s question. Truthfully, Kirsi hadn´t ever wanted to hope that more like her existed. As much as she owed the Dragon her life, it was hardly a life she found worth living; she was alone, with any family long-dead and with a curse which isolated her from every human she encountered. It wasn´t a situation she wished on any other person. She knew the Dragon was dissatisfied with her answer, so she closed her eyes, hoping she could pretend to sleep and not be bothered. Her Dragon seemed to take the hint and she let out a breath as she felt it settled down, tension easing from her own shoulders. Suddenly, she felt very tired, and thought that it might be a fair idea to let herself fall asleep for real.
Huhwah?
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11:14am Aug 27 2016 (last edited on 11:15am Aug 27 2016)
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Cooking was one of Vincent's favorite activities. It ranged from easy to meticulous at one's leisure, and was relaxing for him. The only trouble was that often if he decided to cook a proper meal he'd have too much left over, which he usually brought to his neighbors. They seemed in awe of his skill, but honestly, he's had over two-hundred years to practice. They'd never know that of course, but appreciated his generosity nonetheless.
Tonight's dinner was Fettuccini Alfredo with chicken breast cut into it, some of which he gave to Misty as a treat. The scaly carnivore inside of him was pleased with the addition of meat. He never typically had issue with his dragon. Some days, back when he first found the stone, they had bitter, confused arguments, but after so long they've managed to come to a compromise that satisfies the two of them. Of course, he's been a bit grouchy lately as Vincent hasn't gone flying in the mornings, but he can't really do that for fear of being caught in the city, or being late for work through the week. It was the weekend, though... Perhaps he could go out tomorrow morning. The thought made the dragon within him purr with delight. "I know, and I'm sorry, my friend. We'll go out soon."
After cleaning up and taking the extra pasta to his neighbors, his attention turned to Misty. He wondered, sometimes, whether or not she could sense something different about him. She'd been drawn to him at the shelter she'd come from, and she liked to be around him, which some might say was odd for a cat. He'd had his suspicions- once he had a dog that witnessed his transformation and was barely phased. Perhaps some animals could sense the difference... The animal inside of him.
The lightshifter retrieved Misty's harness, which the cat obediently let him slip on, clipped the leash to it, and locked the door on his way out. He supposed a man walking his cat wasn't a common sight, but it was widely known that her particular breed enjoyed being outside, and living in an apartment stole away any chance of safely letting her out. That, and he'd be worried sick until she came home, which was good for no one. His dragon did strange things when it was scared.
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9:35pm Aug 27 2016
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Flying and star gazing, well sunset watching as of now, are a perfect way to spend a night in Zathia's opinion at least. With the sky turning to a deep purple she sets down upon a tree and watches as the moon crawls slowly into the sky. With the light of day fully turned into dusk she launches herself off of the tree. She watches the ground as a wolf lets out a powerful howl calling to it's comrades. As she flaps her wings quietly the specks of white start to illuminate with a brilliant yet soft glow.
After a few minutes of flying around the empty forest she lands back in the glade with a loud thump. She changes back into her human form with a loud sigh. Why did you stop? We were having fun. Zathia's dragon hisses as she sits down on the grass below her.
"You know we can't do that for too long so close to the city. Plus you and me both don't want to be seen by them, eh?"
You are correct but the sky is clear and it's not like there's anyone in this forest.
"I'm sorry I won't risk it until later okay."
Fine...I'll wake you later then.
"Good. I'll talk to later." Zathia says as she walks over to the trunk of a tree and plops down in front of it. She lays back and shuts her eyes before drifting off into a broken slumber.
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9:57pm Aug 27 2016
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Walking about so late at night towards a park on the outskirts of such a large city my be dangerous to other women, but Ennie felt no fear as she strode down the dimly lit streets, reveling in the muted noise and ruckus of the night life. The cool air felt blissful on her skin, a feeling she still relished after so long within the damp warmth of the rain forest. The sky above was black and starless, the light from the celestial bodies having been blotted out by the city's glow, and it made the sky seem endless, infinite. She couldn't imagine a life without knowing the freedom that boundless expanse of sky provided her, no wind beneath her wings or the world stretching out beneath her. How the humans could carry on without it, she'd never know.
Ennie caught herself running towards the empty park, a smile stretched across her face. She was already changing, feeling feathers sprout at the back of her head, wings sprouting from her back. What had seemed so unnatural and even frightening decades prior now felt as right as breathing, and she let out a small laugh as her wings unfurled and she broke free of her earthly tethers and soared into the sky.
Fly! She sang with the feeling in her heart, and tumbled carefree through the air, feathered tail twisting and turning as she flipped and rolled acrobatically. The park was dotted with numerous large deciduous trees, and their large canopies spanned the park beneath her, leaves whispering soothingly in the calm breeze. She dived down into the foliage, letting out a small hoot of happiness as she scuttled along the branches, feeling the smooth, coolness of the leaves against her skin. There was always a freshness that hung around plants and especially trees, they held an aroma she found delightful and invigorating. It was a feeling not unlike being reminded of a good memory, or of spending time with a long lost friend, like all was right in the world.
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10:49pm Aug 27 2016
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Vincent shivered a little as they left the building. Why is it so hot in the day, but so cold at night? He only slightly envied Misty's fluff as he untied his hair and let it rest on his shoulders, somewhat like a scarf. The long, golden stands shimmered white-blue under the streetlights, and anyone passing by might wonder whether he'd dyed it. In truth, he was grateful it had cooled off with the absence of the sun. Warmth and heat were fine, but it had been borderline humid today, and humidity sometimes made breathing a bit uncomfortable.
He imagined, for a moment, what this city might've looked like in his era. He hadn't really been to Canada until the late nineteenth century, when it had been made a country. By then, the technological advancements of the Industrial Revolution had already vastly changed the world from the small cities and towns of the colonies. New York, for example, was now crowded with skyscrapers and people rushing to and fro. He remembered a time where the tallest buildings were churches, and horses were used instead of cars. Now, the only time one might see a horse there walking the streets might be at a parade. Perhaps he'd wander back to New York at some point during the break he had in the summer. One of the perks of being a teacher was that you had three months of vacation.
Misty seemed pleased to be out as her human was lost in his thoughts again, ignoring the strange looks the long-haired man walking his cat received every so often. Vincent himself has stopped being bothered by it by now, and cats aren't really known to care much what people think anyway. The lightshifter was drawn out of his memories by a strange feeling within him. The dragon.
'ιт ιѕ ησт ѕαƒє нєяє. ѕσмєσηє ιѕ ωαт¢нιηg υѕ.' The information alarmed Vincent, though he didn't show it. Instead, he decided to vanish into a nearby park for a while. Misty began acting somewhat strangely, almost as if she knew as well. She looked around a lot more than usual, tail bristled and ears twitching to detect any movement.
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11:35pm Aug 27 2016 (last edited on 12:43pm Aug 30 2016)
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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------In the end, he never really did stop for dinner. Nor did he stop to sleep. Once he was on the road, Revon just sort of kept going, not looking back to figure out if that was a good decision or not. So, he might just be a bit of an insomniac, who was to judge him for that. Honestly, there was no one who knew him well enough to even bother criticizing him of his habits or personal quirks. Maybe if he had someone in his life like that, he wouldn't be chasing the stars down a near empty truckers road headed to god who knows where. He liked to wonder sometimes what might have happened had things been different. Had he been luckier, had his cards just been dealt a little better. He certainly wouldn't be alive right now if that was the case. Humans couldn't survive this long even if they tried but him... well, Revon wasn't exactly human anymore. He didn't even so much as feel human sometimes. Logically he knew that he couldn't be alone in this. If something had happened to him to make him into this sort of hybrid dragon thing, someone else out there must have had the same happen to them. That was just logic, pure deductive reasoning. One was rarely ever completely alone in their troubles or plights. There were never really any 'special snowflakes' out there, just people who felt that way. But honestly, it was hard sometimes knowing, being, what he was with no owners manual or guide to figure it all out. There was rarely a simple answer for his questions or an answer at all. No one wrote down info how to be a dragon. No one told him that sometimes there would be a voice in his head, admonishing him or suggesting things that he wouldn't have ever thought of by himself. Like now, for instance, where something in his gut was telling him that he should probably settle in for the night. A parental voice, someone who cared, mentioning that "Hey, it might be best to get some sleep." Revon of course ignored it and kept driving, stars above him twinkling with their own brilliant shine. It was a clear night, here, as he drove through one town and another, headed, according to the road signs, towards someplace he never bothered to ever go beforeIt was quiet, it was beautiful, but Lord knows it was lonely. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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12:01am Aug 28 2016
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As Vosahf lays there, staring at the ceiling and letting his stomach digest the food, he starts yawning and falling asleep, hearing his dragons chuckle as he drops off to sleep.
A few hours later as he wakes back up in semi-darkness, and he knows something has occurred, and it is not by his hand. A crash off to the side confirms it.
'𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱. 𝔒𝔬𝔬𝔭𝔰.' is all that the voice of the dragon says in his head, with a hint of malice thrown in. '𝔗𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔰.'
As Vosahf opens his eyes, he sees the initial damage that his other form has done. The television was in twain, there were scratchmarks along all of the walls, and he did not want to guess what the burning smell from the bathroom was, but he guessed it was his dragons doing. And that was just what he could see and smell, without moving his head.
"Why you do this to me?" he asks his dragon, getting angry, which makes his accent appear, but all he gets is silence. "We pay repairs and move on then, jah?"
'𝔐𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰. 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥.' comes the inner voice from the dragon, sounding almost smug and satisfied at the outcome, as Vosahf sits up and checks he has enough cash to cover what has happened quietly.
There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.
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