5:07pm Sep 3 2016 (last edited on 5:42pm Sep 3 2016)
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Vosahf observes the movements of the Shadowdbender, and allows her to put her hand wherever she was putting it before coughing slightly, and looking at her fearlessly, but thoughtful.
"Shadowbender", he growls quietly, not knowing her name, "I not sure why you want kill me. I no longer hunting you. I retire, job was too much."
A moment passes, and he gulps slightly, and feels the dryness of a throat affected by sleep. Still looking at her, he leans and bobs slightly, unafraid of the blade despite her insistence, and picks a small unopened bottle of water out of a netting on the back of the seat beside her. "May I have water?"
There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.
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1:42pm Sep 4 2016 (last edited on 1:45pm Sep 4 2016)
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The shouting, the crumbling stone. The clashing of steel, the sharp, sudden 'POP' of gunshots, and the smell... of fear, death and burning flesh. The leviathan of a ship - a man o' war most likely - spewing deadly embers from its maw. The flames dancing across the sky in a way one might consider mesmerizing, if they weren't in danger of death. The sights, sounds, and smells of war.
It was here that Vincent found himself, like so many times before. An enemy soldier came up on his left flank, and he drew his sword, slashing quickly and sending him to the ground. This part he knew; a routine, easy to return to. He'd lost count of the number of soldiers he's killed, first in the name of the Crown, then in the name of freedom. He heard a cry of pain, a faceless man he'd never meet, to his right, and Vincent whipped out his pistol to take out the soldier's assaulter. The bullet left the barrel with a bang, and entered the body with a thud. The French soldier didn't even scream.
As he fought, his movement was rhythmic and fluid, nearly like dancing; the formations so familiar, so easy to fall back to, that they may as well be part of him. Certainly, if he were ever to be thrown into a combat situation now, over two centuries since then, the lightshifter would still know what to do. That part of him lay dormant, unwanted as he tried to keep his place in the world. War had changed him, just as the stone had.
A deep dread suddenly came over him as he just barely dodged a bullet, sending back one of his own. Something was wrong.
Vincent bolted suddenly, unsure of where he was headed but certain of why. He saw them, across the fort, one pinned against the ground and struggling for release - the man in the red coat, like his own, with blonde hair like his. The blue-coated soldier above him, poising to shove a blade through his throat. The lightshifter’s lungs and muscles screamed in protest as he sprinted, as though the mortar fire had hit them, too.
I can reach them. I can tackle him out of the way. His dragon watched from inside of him, helpless and sympathetic. He knew the outcome, as did Vincent's consciousness. The subconscious could only go on what it had been fed, after all. Mulled and mashed bits of reality woven together by imagination. It wouldn't let him see this victory, even in his dreams. That would almost be crueler than bringing him so close to success.
As it always was, Vincent came nearly within an arm's length of the struggling soldiers, before being knocked to the ground by a huge, faceless man with an axe. He squirmed around to lie on his back, trying hopelessly to escape the brute's hold. He screamed in pain as his arm was crushed under the man's boot. His head lolled to the right just in time for him to see the redcoat being stabbed through the throat.
“FATHER!” He screamed in fury, kicking at the man above him. The faceless figure didn't even laugh, or make a sound, which made him more unnerving. The axe was raised, and Vincent braced himself for the pain and death to come. As always, it never did.
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He awoke to his body making contact with the cold hardwood floor of his bedroom, limbs and hair tangled in the sheets still half-tucked into the sides of his bed. Misty stared at him with wide, green eyes, spooked by her human’s sudden fall from his bed.
Vincent lay there for a moment, panting heavily and gazing up at the ceiling. The cat then decided to make her way over to him, and lick his face a few times. Slowly, he began to free himself of his bedding and stand, legs shaking as though he really had just run a mile. He didn't notice the stickiness of his face - he never does.
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4:26pm Sep 4 2016 (last edited on 4:27pm Sep 4 2016)
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Zathia glares at the man while he asks for water. "I guess you can have some, I mean I guess you need water for your firebreather." She huffs out as she watches his movements. "Screw it! I'm getting out of here!" She jams the knife into his shoulder then she moves quickly to the front and pulls open the bus doors. She quickly jumps out before the bus driver can stop her. She rolls into the forest getting many cuts and bruises along the way. Once she finally stops rolling she sits up dizzily before she checks for any major wounds and finding none.
"Well that wasn't what was suppose to happen at all!" Zathia says with a relieved sigh as she traces one of the longer cuts along her arm with a hiss. "Ugh, I just had to run into that guy!"
It could have been worse so just be happy for now that you aren't dead.
"Yeah I know, I guess we should just sleep in a tree for the rest of the night."
That's a good idea also after you sleep more we need to find somewhere else to go if that man is going to Montréal.
"Yeah I guess so, we'll decide on it later." Zathia says with a faint smile towards her dragons concern. She then looks around for a good tree for a while before picking one that suits her, and she climbs to one of the most stable branches. She falls asleep after a few moments of struggling to get comfortable.
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Zathia is awoken by the new light of the day. She looks over her body checking for any remaining cuts. Lastly she checks her arm to find the cut on there hadn't been fully healed yet. "Well now we have to figure out where to go now." Zathia sighs out as she looks around the forest surrounding her.
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9:30pm Sep 4 2016
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Sunlight streamed through the window, a warm glow that Ennie was accustomed to sleeping through. The last, chilling tendrils of the dream still clung to her mind, and she found it difficult to lay in bed and wait for sleep to overtake her once more. A glance at the bedside clock revealed that it was just before 9am, a little earlier than she normally woke on a work day, but she'd rather get the day started than dwell on her dreams and the events of the night before.
The feeling in her mind, the voice that had served as both friend and guide for over a century and a half, remained unusually silent as she carried out her morning duties. Watering and tending to the menagerie of plants she shared her home with, opening the windows to let in as much of the morning breeze as possible, gathering her dirty clothes and stacking together the dishes. She plucked the ripe raspberries and saskatoon berries from the two bushes enjoying the mild light from an Eastern window and set herself down to enjoy some fruit with her Cheerios.
Of course, the change in the breakfast menu is what drew the voice out of their unusual funk.
Hey, hey, hey now, what in the heck is this? She felt more than heard it scoff derisively, an unhappy feeling that crawled across her scalp. I require Crunchy Bits and Leprechaun Tears, we talked about this.
'We're out of Lucky Charms,' she though tiredly as she enjoyed a bite of cereal. 'Besides, this is just as good'.
Oh, OH! You did NOT just dis the Leprechaun Tears. Besides, we got paid yesterday, remember?
Ennie made a happy noise in her throat as she reached for her phone on her small table, ignoring the mumbled 'dork' from within her head. "Hellooooo, paycheck." she muttered around a mouth full of Cheerios and saskatoon berries as she opened her banking app, revealing her paycheck for two week's worth of work which was-
A startlingly small number.
Ouch, the voice chuckled. I think you mean 'Goodbyyyyyeee, paycheck. Okay, what do we got. Rent, electricity, gas, car payment, interwebs-
"Got electricity and the car last check," Ennie said, moving funds around to their appropriate places. "And half of rent set aside in this account... So just need to pay the gas, internet, our subions... Do we really need Crunchyroll?"
YES!
"Okay, so, set this aside for those and we have..." She stared at the resulting number, just over $200 remaining for gas for the car, groceries, and whatever else they'd need. It was a...sobering reality, and the two entities sat in silence for a moment, broken only by the sounds of crunching Cheerios.
...I'm too old for this crap. Aren't two weeks of your time worth more than this?
'Well, I should get heading out and get shopping over with so I can get another two weeks over with,' she sighed and set her dishes in the sink as she retreated back down to her room to get dressed. 'I should have just enough time to get the groceries back here and put away before heading off to work.'
Don't forget the Crunchy Bits and Leprechaun Tears! ...Please?
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12:09am Sep 5 2016
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Kirsi, who had been mostly unfocused for the duration of their flight, became suddenly aware when the sun broke over the horizon in front of her. We’ve been flying a lot longer than I’d intended to, she fretted, and felt a less-than-worried rumble in her Dragon’s chest as it purred its approval of the journey. Still, she could feel their altitude decreasing in response to her concern, gliding lower toward a thick stretch of forest. Their feet hit the ground with a soft “thud,” her Dragon’s fatigue making itself known as the shifted suddenly back to human form, Kirsi stumbling with a gasp as her human legs tried to absorb the rest of the shock from the landing.
Why would you keep flying if you were so tired!? she demanded, leaning against a tree and closing her eyes. The image of their wings spread wide against the clouds and the stars flitted across her mind in response, and she sighed. Her Dragon was right; it was really, really nice to stretch their wings for an extended period of time. Still, though she’d been zoned out for the majority of the trip and her Dragon’s body had done the hard work, she’d been awake all night. She could feel the weight of exhaustion pulling at her eyes, even with them closed, and she wished they’d turned back soon enough for her to be able to catch some sleep. She took a deep breath through her nose, concentrating, and said aloud, “There’s a road not far from here. We can head in that direction and figure out where we are.”
Kirsi smiled as she felt a wave of indignation at the idea that they would need directions. “I know you can just as easily fly back without asking for help, but we can hardly fly back with the sun up. And I like to keep track of everywhere we’ve been,” she added, picking her way over wet leaves and fallen trees. “That way, once we’ve been everywhere, we can decide where in the world we love the most, and we can make our home there.” She smiled as she felt her Dragon shudder in happiness at the thought of having a den to call their own again; somewhere cold, where they could be themselves without having to be alone. Kirsi continued chatting aimlessly as she made her way toward the road, enjoying the quiet of the forest and her Dragon’s soothing presence in her mind.
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Leigh tightened his hand around the strap slung over his shoulder, adjusting his backpack and hunching his shoulders. He kept his head down, moving quickly through the crowd and trying not to jostle anybody. New York was a wild place, and he found himself constantly on his guard as he moved around the city. He’d been tracking a woman who he was reasonably certain was a Dragon; she had the strangely strong smell of burnt ozone that accompanied lightning Dragons, and when he’d first encountered her on the subway system he’d seen the strange, iridescent glint that her hair held even through the strange array of colors it’d been dyed. So far, a few days into tailing her, he’d not seen her shift at all; he never did the recon missions when he worked with his father, and he was finding it unsettling to see one of the beasts in such a human routine. She woke up, went to work at some large corporation in a low-paying desk job, shuffled out to lunch at midday, and ultimately returned home. Even for a human, her routine was boring -- how could a Dragon live such a normal life? Wouldn’t it go stir-crazy?
He cursed as she nearly slipped out of his sight, turning down an alley that he hadn’t seen her go down before on her trek back to work after lunch. Trying to appear casual, he slipped into the alley after her, hand moving into his bag to close around the hilt. He cursed again at the sight of another man at the end of the alley, turning to duck by a large garbage can. The woman he’d been following approached the other man, speaking to him sweetly for a short while, interrupted occasionally by his deep laugh. Leigh wasn’t sure what sort of sketchy business was being done, but he was growing impatient as he crouched by the trash. He was almost ready to call it quits when suddenly there was the sound of a scuffle, and he tuned back in to see that the large man had the woman pinned against the brick alley walls. His arm pressed against her throat and she stared at him with wide eyes. You’re a Dragon, Leigh thought, hand hesitating around his blade. Fight him. He’s not even a Hunter, just a thug. You can easily get yourself out of this situation.
Leigh heard the man laugh again, lower this time and with a dangerous edge. Surely, if she was a Dragon, she would fight back. She would save herself… so why wasn’t she? The woman opened her mouth and the man pulled a gun from his waistband, pressing it against her head. Acting on an impulse, Leigh let out a shout and pulled out his blade, charging the man. The man stepped back from the woman, turning his gun toward the intruder, and the woman scrambled out of the way. The man snarled in anger and tightened his finger on the trigger, and even as he braced himself for the pain of a bullet wound Leigh swung his blade back, ready to plunge it forward into a target he hadn’t expected. The man’s hand twitched, and a loud crack split the alley, Leigh’s vision going white. When the ringing in his ears stopped and he could see again, he found himself sprawled on the ground by a pile of smoking ash and a pair of tennis shoes, and the woman standing just behind them, her eyes glowing an electric blue. Leigh stared at her. I was right, he laughed somewhat hysterically in his own mind. I was right, and she’s a Dragon. And she’s going to kill me.
“He was going to kill you, Hunter child,” the woman said, her voice buzzing slightly like it held static energy waiting to be released. Her eyes began to change, becoming more human as she stared at him and losing their glow. “He was going to kill you. His gun wouldn’t have done much to me, you must know that, but you… Why would you try to save a Dragon?”
Leigh found himself unable to answer, staring at her standing over him and flitting his eyes back to the smoldering pile where the man once stood. He swallowed, throat dry. He didn’t have an answer to give her. “You weren’t going to fight him,” he said quietly, avoiding her gaze. “Why wouldn’t you kill a human who attacked you?”
“He could hardly do much,” she said again, narrowing her eyes in a way that made Leigh uncomfortable. She wasn’t going to kill him until he tried to kill me, he thought, furrowing his brow. She had saved him. He didn’t voice the realization aloud, but she seemed to understand. She sighed, turning away. “Don’t follow me anymore, boy,” she warned, the air feeling oddly charged and making the hair on Leigh’s arms stand, “or I’ll do what I must to survive. You tried to save my life, and I saved yours. We’re square. Let’s leave it at that.” She was gone before he could reply and he let his head drop back against the ground, feeling suddenly tired. After a while, he picked himself up, sidestepping the ashy mess and making his way back to the small, shoddy apartment he’d been renting. When he got home, the television alerted him of the potential for lightning and thunder that afternoon, warning that it was safer to stay in doors than risk getting caught out in the storm. Shrugging off his jacket, he launched himself into bed, ready to sleep the rest of the day away.
Huhwah?
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6:43pm Sep 5 2016 (last edited on 10:26am Sep 6 2016)
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Vincent attempted to go back to sleep for another hour or so, but to no avail. 5:00 am was earlier than the usual extra couple of hours he tended to allow himself on the weekends, but he was up now and the sun was just beginning to rise. After getting a can of food out for Misty he put the kettle on and decided he wanted waffles for breakfast, which led to him digging through his cupboard for flour, sugar and other ingredients needed for batter, and searching through his kitchenware for the waffle iron. It would of course be easier to toast frozen waffles, but fresh ones tasted better and he had the stuff to make them. Plus, the concentration of cooking took his mind off of his horrid dream.
Misty had been following him around, which wasn't unusual, but something was different this time. It was almost as though she was worried about him, after his falling out of the bed and all. "What is it? I've fed you, why are you following me?" She meowed in response and butted her head against his leg as he whisked the waffle batter. Vincent set the bowl aside and crouched down to her level so he could pet her.
The sun began to pierce its rays through the blinds. 'тнє ѕυη... ιт вє¢кσηѕ. ѕнαℓℓ ωє ƒℓу?' Vincent glanced at the window, the urge to spread his wings amongst the morning light burning within him. It was risky, being in the city as he was. This was the sacrifice he'd made, to fulfill his desire to have a place in society... a steady job, friends, neighbours; the freedom of flight, the form of a great,shining beast, was traded for safe passage through the streets.
Long ago, when the world was simpler, it was easy to give his dragon what it wanted. Much of the world was still untamed, and the abundance of open spaces - not to mention the lack of flying vehicles - meant he was relatively safe from detection. Now though, there were people everywhere. If he were to have been detected back then, he'd have been hanged, or burned at the stake, or some other form of execution. Today, with the way the government was, he'd be hunted down and likely experimented on. Not to mention the ever-present danger of the Hunters.
'ι υη∂єяѕтαη∂ уσυя нєѕιтαη¢є. ι ƒєєℓ уσυя ƒєαя αѕ мυ¢н αѕ уσυ ∂σ. уσυя ∂єѕιяє тσ вєℓσηg... ι ∂σ ησт вℓαмє уσυ.' He felt guilty. "You are not a curse, or a blight. I feel no hatred towards you, my friend. I am sorry for putting my desires before yours." He returned to his waffle batter, pouring it into the heated iron and closing it tight. "... We can go out, after breakfast. We must be cautious, though." A bright happiness swirled within him, and he smiled. ‘тнαηк уσυ.'
While the waffles cooked, Vince cleaned and chopped some fruit to top them with. Misty made her way over to the couch and loafed in Vincent's usual spot, watching her human carefully. He seemed to be much happier now, calmer even. That was good, maybe he wouldn't fall out of his bed again like last night.
While he looked through the fridge for milk to pour in his tea, he found a can of whipped cream still half-full. “The date's good,” he mumbled to himself, “I'll put this on too.” Waffles plated, fruit and whipped cream placed on top, he made a cup of tea and sat on a stool at the bar in the kitchen. About twenty minutes from then, he was washing the dishes and placing them in a drying rack.
After wiping down the counter and gathering some things - namely his phone and wallet, Vincent stepped outside onto the balcony. It was a beautiful morning, truly. His heart called out to the sky again, and he would not deny it any longer. Getting a running start, he vaulted over the railing and pushed off of the platform, gliding into the air. He felt his body grow, his limbs elongating, his tail sprouting, and finally his wings unfolding. A few powerful flaps and he was up, high above, soaring among the few clouds that dotted the sky. The good thing about being a lightshifter was the convenience of his scales changing to match the colours of the day sky, but he still had to be careful.
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11:05pm Sep 5 2016
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Zathia wonders aimlessly throughout the forest as she ponders were to go. "I can't go to any big cities just in case he says something about me." She says with a heavy sigh before looking up at the clear blue sky. She runs her hand through her hair as she watches a stray cloud emerge past the tree coverage into the way of the bright sun. "Today is to bright for me to go flying any where and I have no clue where I am so this is just great." She says as she starts to climb one of the taller trees around her. As she climbs up she gains a few splinters before reaching the sturdiest branch near the top. She looks around for anything in sight but only comes up with the highway, still mostly empty save for a few passing cars, and more forest surrounding the area.
"I guess we can fly, but we have to be careful just in case you know." Zathia says just before taking a steady leap off of the branch. Her wings extend out just before her scales emerge along with her elongating limbs. As soon as the transformation finishes she flaps her wings a few times to steady herself before taking off away from the lonely highway and towards the rising sun. Every so often she dips down and does a few elegant turns and tumbles as she continues on her way over the quiet forest.
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Lorcan walks down a fairly uncrowded street within Tralee with his hands crossed behind his head, holding up his small puppy. "I can see why you like it up there little bud." He says with a chuckle, "Also you like seeing the new guy from up there, don't ya?" The husky barks in agreement as a man steps into view.
"Top of the mornin' to ya Lorcan! How are you this fine day?" The man says with a wide grin while he pulls Lorcan to his side and hugs him.
"I'm doing great Cillian, and how might you be?" Lorcan says with a genuine smile.
"I'm as great as ever! My lady finally accepted to go on a date with me! Though I'm guessing you're still having some trouble finding a proper good lad for yourself."
"Yeah I'm still looking for one but maybe one day. You know there is always time for love to blossom." The pup barks once more in agreement and glee as Cillian pets him.
''So let's go to a pub and try to find ya one then!" Cillian says as he turns and starts to jog away, "Well come on then slow poke!"
Lorcan smiles as he runs, carefully as to not drop his puppy, to catch up before a sad frown crawls onto his face. Today just had to be the day didn't it. He thinks sadly as he follows behind his pal. As they walk into the pub Cillian's face lights up with pure glee as he sees the selection of men for his gay buddy. "Hey are any of you men gay?" He declares as he looks around at the faces of the men and a few of the women's as well, "No? Well if any of you fess up this man here with his dog are totally open this evening!" As he says this he as pulls Lorcan close beside him with a huge grin plastered on his face.
"No luck here I suppose, Cillian. Hey why don't we just head back to your place to hang out?" Lorcan says with a hint of sadness that passes right over Cillian's head.
"We may as well do that, the men here don't seem to want to say anything." The two of them walk over to Cillian's house chatting all of the way there, laughing and smiling, and play shoving a few times. While Cillian opens the door Lorcan pulls his pup off of his head and sets him onto the ground. As the door behind Lorcan closes he pulls out his blade and stabs it into the back of the man's neck causing an almost painless death to Lorcan's draconic friend.
"I'm so sorry, b-but I had to do it!" He cries out as the blood starts to pool out of Cillian's cold neck, "Y-you were a dragon, so I had to do it!" He lets his hands go limp as he starts to cry hysterically on his now dead friend. The husky pup whimpers along with him and attempts to comfort the crying man.
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4:18am Sep 6 2016
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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Time ticked by slowly, like the sound of a dull heartbeat in his ears. It felt like time was almost non-existent when you slept, nothing able to touch you. Whether the dream was good or bad, whether it be new or a curse of memories, a dream had a good way of keeping you captive for eons of empty space, in world where no one could touch except you. Whether you liked it or not, you were held ransom in that beautiful or tragic world until the morning rose, till someone woke you from your slumber, or until your body could take no more and forced you to stir itself.And as many slept that night, the stars inching it's way across the sky to their own disappearance in the edge of the visible world, Revon's slept without a dream at all. He woke sooner than he might have wanted, the chill in his spine urging him to warmth. The car had grown cold through the night and the snow dragon was not one to enjoy the cold. Such a strange parallel but in his mind, it made sense. A large part of him died out in the snow and sleet, the orb of white and yellow freezing away all heat that his body held and replaced his blood with ice. It was almost as if he would never be warm again when he was in his human from. His dragon form, of course, was another story. Covered in thick fur, pressed tight into his body, he looked almost more like a deer in that state than a scaly dragon. The antlers on his head were made of what seemed to be the stuff horns would be fashioned out of but they emphasized the deer like appearance. Still, Revon still saw it all as more dragon like, the long tail being bound by beads that glowed with color, things inherent to his form rather than added. Same with the orbs that circled him, small embers of light that did not warm, necessarily, but shone out brightly into the darkness of a cold and bitter night.He didn't take to his dragon form often, even if there was a strong urge every now and again. It wasn't safe to be something like that in a world where it would only be seen as terrifying. Logically, even taking to the skies on a cloudless night could have him detected. Satellites existed, people surveyed the sky every day. Anyone stupid enough to fly when there were so many people around who could just look up and spot you deserved to be caught by the government or whoever else.Revon sighed, rolling his chair up into a sitting position and weaving a hand through his hair. One glance at his half dead phone let him know that it was about time he start moving again, even if the growl in his stomach made him aware of how hungry he actually was. He'd have to pick something up before he drove once more.And with that, he was off again, keys in the ignition and the lull of an engine purring in his ears. It was a strangely beautiful day outside, however. No clouds to be seen, the expanse of blue stretching out like an untouchable ocean above his head, above the town that he would leave soon. A large part of him wished he could actually stretch his wings and see how high he could fly up into that azure world. Maybe someday he would find someplace that was desolate enough that he could risk that. As for now, Revon would have to be content with a burger and fries from the nearest fast food stop and the car in which he lived alone in.Driving down empty roads, the push of the pedal under his foot, the swish of trees to his left and right; those things would have to suffice to fill the craving for flight. They weren't quite accurate enough but they were close.He left the town with no real purpose in mind. He had come up here to take pictures and he had a set number of places to go, but his deadline wasn't for a while and he had time to actually stop if he wished. No real path he needed to take, either. So if his route veered off course, who was to tell him no?It might be a bad thing, however, that he had no one to really call when he needed help. Because stupid stuff happens and he is left alone, in the middle of no where, trying to figure out how the flying fudge you change a tire.Like now. It would be good information to have know, for example.Revon cursed quietly under his breath as he kicked the tire in front of him. The blowout had occurred from seemingly nothing, the near gunshot sound happening in a moment of calm, the roads empty in this forest lined road that lead westward from where he had started. It wasn't a major road but it wasn't exactly small either. Surely someone would come by? Maybe? There was a spare tire in the back but Revon didn't really know how to change it, for all his useful knowledge in other categories. He might be able to fudge it? Maybe? He could try at the very least.His phone could get a signal but the nearest town or pit stop that would have a mechanic and tow was over 60 miles away. He called, yes, but it would be over three hours before they could send someone out to help him move the car. Subsiding from the small heart attack the blowout had given him, Revon sighed and sat quietly on the hood of his car, watching the road sadly. He wasn't feeling sorry for himself, despite the situation. In fact, he was more unhappy that he hadn't gotten his tires checked more recently. They had probably been showing signs of distress for a while now and he never noticed. This was his own stupid fault. Way to go Revon. Good job.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Do not talk to me or my snails ever again.
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After Vosahf gets stabbed and the Shadowbender runs, he stays in the bus, and checks his wounds carefully, making sure not to bleed everywhere, while removing the knife carefully, making sure that he doesn't bleed out, and using some clothing from his duffel to dress the wounds. He says to himself he will get the wounds fixed better when he gets to a town, and stays awake the rest of the night, wondering if the meeting was a twist of fate.
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As the sun rises, Vosahf yawns slightly and huddles into his seat a little, wincing as the pain from the stab wounds affects him. As other people slowly start waking up, he turns to look at the window.
'ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔯' comes a voice from inside his head. Vosahf makes a simple affirmative sound in return to his Dragon, but remains in thought, as a small town comes into view, where people can get off an take a break.
There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.
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8:57am Sep 6 2016 (last edited on 9:08am Sep 6 2016)
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‘уσυ αяє ℓσηєℓу,’ he felt, more than heard the words. “Hm?”
‘уσυ нανє ησт нα∂ нυмαη ¢σмραηу ιη ѕσмє тιмє. ι ƒєєℓ ιт ∂єєρ ωιтнιη уσυ.’ Vincent frowned. ‘Why are you bringing my attention to this?’ Deep down yes, he did long for company. Someone to cook for, to walk with, to fill the empty room in his life. “I decided long ago that I needed to stay away from close attachment,” he was quick to explain, “you've been with me, each time I've lost someone you've felt my pain. I'm done with that.”
There was no feeling of retaliation, nothing to combat his statement. Now he was sad. He took in the sky around him, and dipped under and over the clouds again, attempting to take his mind from the subject, but it continued to nag him. He had his colleagues, his students, his cat, even his dragon. Why did he feel so lonely?
It’s easily been at least sixty years since he last allowed himself closeness with another man. Cruel irony then, how his preferences are becoming more and more accepted as he’s chosen to deny himself. In his era, and at least up until the twentieth century, one could potentially be executed for such things. Never has he found himself attracted to a woman. He’s had female friends, of course, but he’s never looked at them the way he ‘should’. For the longest time, he thought he was broken; a defective human.
Even still, despite his loneliness, losing someone he loved was far worse. He’s outlived seven lovers in two-hundred years… seven men who aged while he did not. The first was claimed by battle, the second by illness, the next few by age, the most recent had been lost to the second World War. Of course, he’d had to explain the reason he wasn’t aging along with them, but if he stayed long enough for them to notice, it didn’t matter. They had still loved him for who he was. He did miss that.
These thoughts troubled him as he flew, but the beauty of the land below; the wind beneath his wings and ruffling his sparkling mane, it calmed him. He hadn’t realized how much he missed this. ‘... уσυ ѕнσυℓ∂ αт ℓєαѕт тяу тσ мαкє α ƒяιєη∂. ѕσмєσηє уσυ ¢αη вє ¢ℓσѕє тσ.’ His dragon’s thoughts were also his own, and Vincent sighed. “You are being very persistent.” His dragon laughed, and he made a mental gesture similar to rolling eyes. “And talkative.”
'ι ωιѕн ƒσя уσυ тσ вє нαρρу. ιƒ уσυ ∂єηу тнιѕ ηєє∂, вσтн σƒ υѕ ωιℓℓ σηℓу ѕυƒƒєя.' He flew on, his dragon’s thoughts growing quiet as he had his own.
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5:35pm Sep 6 2016
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Kirsi flinched as a loud bang echoed through the trees, ducking quickly behind a large trunk. What was that? she thought wildly, running her hands over her torso to check for wounds. Did somebody just shoot at us? Feeling no pain and unable to locate any bullet holes, Kirsi waited behind the tree with baited breath to see if another shot would ring out; after a long moment, she felt wry amusement that was not her own tickle her mind.
That was no gunshot, her Dragon offered, and Kirsi’s shoulders sagged with relief. She’d watched the light leave her father’s eyes at the hands of a gun. She could only assume her mother had met a similar fate. As much as she doubted a gun could do much against the strength of a Dragon, she couldn’t shake her fear of them. It came from up ahead, where the road is. We’re close to it. Her Dragon’s voice whispering against her thoughts put her at ease, and though she had no idea what the sound could have been, she trusted her Dragon not to lead them into danger. Besides, they’d been moving through the trees for an hour now, and she was happy to reach the road. That was the downside to being able to sense so much, with a Dragon’s skill; something that smelled so close could take so long to reach.
Moving forward again, she picked her way closer to the road, until she could see it through the trees twenty-someodd feet in front of her. She paused again here, frowning as the smell of cold burned in her nose, stronger than she had grown accustomed to. And there was something different about the smell, something unfamiliar that she’d never noticed in her own scent. Frowning, she breathed in through her nose, and the underlying, unfamiliar scent clicked in her mind as some kind of citrus. What’s that? she asked, suddenly feeling suspicious. She could feel the thrum of her Dragon’s excitement beneath her skin, and she had the distinct feeling that whatever that smell was, her Dragon had smelled it first; whatever that smell was, her Dragon recognized it. And Kirsi realized that some small part of her, the part tied the most closely with the Dragon, recognized it, too. It was certainly not a smell she’d ever encountered before, but it felt familiar -- there was something in the smell that called out to her, friendly and inviting, a feeling of understanding that pulled at Kirsi’s soul, drawing her closer.
What is that? she asked again, her feet moving of their own volition closer to the road. The human side of her was afraid, frantically struggling against the pull, because something was out there, beyond the treeline, something that Kirsi wasn’t sure she was strong enough to face. But her Dragon’s excitement was overpowering, driving them forward as it itched under Kirsi’s skin, eager.
And then they broke through the treeline, and Kirsi froze, eyes wide, as the smell became overpowering in its strength, so much so that she could almost see it as it settled around a young man sitting on the hood of a car. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. She swallowed, struggling to remember how to breathe. He’s a Dragon, she thought desperately, watching the light catch on his hair in odd, inhuman ways. He’s a Dragon. He’s like -- he’s like us. Like me. Like us.
A joyous cry echoed through Kirsi’s mind in response. Closer, closer, speak to him! the Dragon urged, but Kirsi stayed where she was. She was only ten feet away, maybe less, but there was a chance he hadn’t seen her, hadn’t smelled her the way she’d smelled him. If she turned back, they could make it back into the trees, transform and fly farther than he’d be willing to follow-- NO! the Dragon boomed, making Kirsi flinch and move back a step. We can’t just leave him. It’s our chance, don’t you see, our chance!
Our chance for what? Kirsi demanded, panicking at the unexpected turn of events. To be murdered by another Dragon? What if this is -- what if we’re encroaching on his territory, there could be more--
It is our chance not to be alone anymore, the Dragon finished, sounding pleased and satisfied and so calmly matter-of-fact that Kirsi found herself calming, too, if only a little. She realized she was staring, dumbly, from the side of the road, and it was unlikely that the man --the Dragon-- hadn’t noticed her, even if he’d yet to say a word. She tried to force herself to say something, anything, but her throat was too dry to make any sound. She stood, rooted to the spot, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find words and her eyes wide as she stared. //////////// //////////// “One ticket for the next available flight, please,” Leigh requested, sliding his card and I.D. over to the man at the kiosk.
“Next flight is for Dublin, Ireland,” the man said, sounding bored. “Do you have a passport?” Leigh grumbled under his breath and dug around in his bag, retrieving the document and sliding that over, too. The man typed something into the computer and then slid Leigh’s things back over. “Thank you for choosing our airline to accommodate your needs,” he drawled, eyes sliding past Leigh to the person in line behind him. Leigh shuffled off towards the terminal, ready to move on. He’d packed up his meager belongings from the apartment just hours after encountering the lightning Dragon, shoving them into his duffel so that he could move on from the hustle and bustle of New York. He couldn’t go home, he knew, but he didn’t feel like staying in the city. Wherever he went didn’t matter much. There were always Dragons. And he liked the idea of Ireland; the rolling hills and grass would remind him of home without having to actually be there. His flight was boarding soon, but he stopped to grab himself a bite to eat, since he hadn’t had anything else that day. Happily, his duffle fit in the overhead bin, and he didn’t have to pay extra to check it; he lived for the small victories. Settling into his seat (and privately disappointed that it wasn’t a window -- he enjoyed looking down at the clouds) he braced himself for the long flight, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Flying made him somewhat uneasy, and he had every intention of sleeping his way straight through to Dublin.
Huhwah?
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6:54pm Sep 6 2016
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Ennie burst through the door of her small apartment, arms laden with plastic bags filled to bursting with groceries, and two bags hanging down from between her teeth. She kicked her door closed behind her and shuffled with great difficulty over to her table, covering its meager surface with bags before collapsing into one of the chairs beside it, slumping forward in exhaustion.
See? I told you we could make it in one trip.
'Never. Listening to you. Again,' she seethed inwardly and set about dividing their haul among her cupboards and pantry. They went through most of the dry foods between paychecks, never really leaving anything to go to waste. Ennie would have liked to chalk it up to over a century of experience and her ability to make the most out of every meal, in reality though the dry goods were just easier to eat, faster than preparing something from scratch. As such, she had very little to throw away from the cupboards.
The fridge, however, was another story.
You smell that? Her attention was attracted to a stench she was trying her hardest to ignore. That is the scent of a Problem. Should probably, you know, clean out your closet to Cold Narnia before you put more food in it? That's-that's what I would do.
'Now?' she sighed, staring around at the near empty expanse of fridge space. She spied an ancient ketchup bottle deep within the nether reaches of the top shelf, and something that may have once been a jar of pickles but now looked like a jar of sludge. She carefully set the two into a plastic bag and began restocking the fridge. 'Happy?'
Nope. You're forgetting something. She found herself staring down at the twin crisper drawers at the bottom of the fridge. You're forgetting the Drawers of Doom.
''Drawers of Doom'?' she scoffed, reaching towards them. 'There's nothing in these, I hardly use them-' "Oh my god!"
Great balls of Devils food cake! Ennie scuttled backwards towards the far wall of the apartment, hands clapped over her mouth and nose. She could practically see the smell, a thick stream of disgustingness that distorted the air and threatened to knock her right unconscious. She tried to suck in a breath through her mouth and discovered exactly how bad of an idea that was. We're gonna have to go in there and-and...dispose of it. She nodded and crawled delicately over to the fridge, fighting the urge to gag as she approached the two, open, plastic drawers. It was definitely some form of produce, a black mass sitting within thin plastic bags. She plucked at one with two fingers, retching at the moist squelching sound the bag made as she swiftly and carefully transferred it over to the garbage bag. The rest of the slimy bags followed suit, and she quickly tied off the garbage bag before rushing down the hall and throwing it down the trash chute.
Now, the voice spoke quietly, as much as I'd like to congratulate you for defeating the stench monster, that was like good job, way to go, yey... We have half an hour to get you to work.
'...Aww crap'.
A few moments later, and Ennie's '16 Hyundai Accent was pulling up behind the Starbucks she called her second home, and the still quite disheveled and frantic woman rushed inside.
"Ennie!" her supervisor, a kind old fellow named Mark smiled at her. "What's the rush? You're almost an hour early."
HA!
"Take a seat, would you like something to drink?"
"Sure, uh, anything, thanks," she tried to smile, but it felt more like a grimace. 'I am going to end you'.
Hoooo, I can't believe you fell for that. Oh boy. Your face!
Ennie nodded thanks at Mark and sat down in a stool to enjoy her strawberries and cream frap, all the while trying to ignore the raucous laughter in her head. With all the excitement these last few days, the new dragons, that hunter, cleaning out the fridge, Ennie was certain things couldn't possibly get worse.
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8:23pm Sep 6 2016
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Zathia lands with a loud thump as she sees Morrisburg looming in the distance. She transforms once again before plodding through the dense forest, tripping a few times on a few stray branches and roots, before stopping for a bit. She looks around right as her stomach gurgles in displeasure. "I'd be perfectly fine if it wasn't for that man! He just had to be on the same bus, and he should already be in Montréal!" She growls angrily as her stomach goes at it again. She looks around once more before walking off farther into the forest.
Zathia pauses once more in a small glade and looks around for any fruits or berries anywhere in the area. Finding nothing of edible quality she continues on through the forest. After a while longer she leans against a weeping willow as her stomach gurgles again. She crouches down next to a small stream right next to the beautiful willow. "Well now we are completely lost." Zathia says with a sigh.
Don't worry just follow this stream. The dragon says with a purr, You are close to your destination.
With this in mind Zathia stand up and follows the dragon's advice with a happy grin spread across her face. After awhile she bends down next to the stream, to actually drink water this time, and takes a large gulp of the clear water before continuing on her way.
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Lorcan jolts up as his phone rings with a monotone ringtone knowing this was his boss. He lifts the phone up while he whips his red and puffy eyes trying to at least look decent for his boss. He sniffles and whips his eyes once more before answering the call. "H-hello-"
"I'm going to assume by your eyes that you've done your job." The person on the other side states before Lorcan nods in agreement, "'Good boy'! Ahem, we need you to go to Dublin for your next...job? Yeah well just go there you'll know the dragon once you get there." The person abruptly hangs up after they finish talking.
Once Lorcan fully composes himself he lets his pup climb up his back onto his head. After that he crosses his arms behind his head to hold up the pup. He eventually gets up and exits his friend's home, and he heads across the street to his car. He opens the door and steps inside causing an instant gloom to fill the air. He shuts the door with one more longing look at Cillian's house before speeding off to Dublin while starting to break out into tears again.
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7:33pm Sep 7 2016
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After what seemed like an age, Vincent finally decided it was time to land. His wings were growing tired, unused to the exercise they had been given. He picked a tall apartment complex to land on, careful to avoid any security cameras. Shifting took but a moment, and he was carefully climbing down the fire escape into an empty alleyway.
The teacher left the alley as inconspicuously as possible, keeping to himself in the busy streets. It was the weekend, but some were still rushing back and forth between jobs, and others leisurely strolling with their dogs, or friends, or entering and exiting stores and restaurants that dotted the sidewalk. Thankfully there weren’t so many people that he was suffocating; Toronto might be busy, but it was easier to walk through than some cities. He checked his phone for time. “1:30? We left at about ten. Were we really gone that long?” He mumbled.
He crossed the street and made a left, not planning on going anywhere in particular. It was a nice day, and he slightly regretted not being able to bring Misty. I'll take her out again in the evening. Fewer people to stare at the man walking a giant cat.
Vincent's flight had taken him farther than he'd expected. He walked far enough that he was a little nervous about being able to get home. He could always hail a cab if he needed, he supposed. A sudden cough escaped his throat, the dryness becoming apparent. Hm... I need to drink something.
After continuing to wander, this time with purpose, he found a coffee shop. The Starbucks logo was on the outer wall, so he had a pretty good feeling it was a Starbucks. Expensive, but they had some good drinks. (and their cookies were also great) As he made his way to the front door, he paused, feeling something within him searching the area. Shaking his head, Vincent cleared his thoughts and entered the shop. A bell over the door dinged to signal his arrival.
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10:34pm Sep 7 2016
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Ennie heard the bell ring behind her, but continued sipping at her frapp and staring at her Pokemon Go app, there was a Psyduck around here somewhere, and she didn't have one of those yet, and a Growlithe had just popped up-
She nearly choked on her drink when the all too familiar smell of vanilla and warm summer days washed over her as it was carried in by the outside breeze. She spun around on her stool, catching sight of the light haired man standing before the door, scanning the room with cautious eyes.
Shoot, he's here! She stared and shook her head, perplexed at the odds of finding the man from the park here and now. What are the chances, huh? And WITHOUT the Smilodon! The voice sounded as excited as she felt, but they lacked the same edge of terror Ennie possessed. She was skilled at staying unnoticed, and there was a chance her own scent would be disguised by the overwhelming smell of brewing coffee and baked goods. She might even be able to scoot around to the back if she ducked behind the bar and crept low and fast enough. If she really wanted to, she could avoid interacting with the lightshifter altogether again, just like the night in the park.
Nothing more than two ships passing in the dark.
You...you don't really want to, though, do you? The man seemed friendly enough, flashing a happy smile back at Jolene as she dealt with another customer. She was prodded to remember the other scents of dragons, to remember decades of loneliness and clinging for survival in an unforgiving rain forest. She remembered the camaraderie of family life, the closeness of friends, all things she had forsaken. Here was another one of her kind, standing right in front of her. The chance to find out why she was what she was, to discover her purpose, to have someone to truly relate to and confide in. For the first time in such a long time she wouldn't be so alone.
You're not really going to give that up, are you, Enn?
She contemplated the voice, her better half, the closest thing she ever had to a friend and the best confidant one could wish for. They never steered her wrong, not once, always a source of support and understanding. She never had reason to doubt them before, but this? This was a life changing decision here, and she was warring internally with following her instinct and running or...
Whatever you decide, Enn, I'm behind you 10000%. You trust me, I trust you. How it's always been.
Ennie took a deep breath and steeled herself before she cleared her throat, attracting the lightshifter's attention. "Hey, you're that guy from the park, right? Name's Ennie," she offered her hand for a firm shake, inwardly pleased at how it didn't tremble. "I'm very happy to meet you."
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Rjupa stretched, feeling her bones pop as she did so. The forest was lonely, this day, the trees silent. She ignored the backtaste of blood on her tongue and repressed a shudder. She was pleasantly full, usually was when she woke. She did not wish to know where the full feeling came from. Or just what the part of her she did not want, never truly had wanted, had done to make her feel that way.
Looking down, she sighed. Her clothing could do with replacing at some point. The canvas material was tattered and had several holes. It kept her dry, still, but it was far from the warmest clothing she'd ever appropriated. She ran a hand through her blonde tangle of hair in minor irritation. Back to raiding campsites again.
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5:59pm Sep 8 2016
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As the Bus pulls into Montreal station, Vosahf sits up and grabs his duffel with a wince, looking for a chance to get out and away. He smiles as the throng of people, now awake, head out, and he does as well, quickly lost in the crowd. He knew where he was headed.
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10 minutes later, Vosahf gets to the door of the apartment that he knew was a den for the Hunters, identified by a box with a Hunter symbol on the wall next to it. He opens the box and punches in a code. There is a decline sound. He punches in another code, and the same sound comes. He tries a third, and the same sound comes again.
"Looks like trip to store. Great" he groans, closing the box with a hard swing and making his way back out.
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5 minutes later, Vosahf is making his way around a Giant Tiger, grabbing medical supplies he would need to dress his wounds fully, considering a needle and thread, alcohol, dressing, and tape, and a tshirt and pants to hide the wounds. He grabs a baseball cap as well, to hide his head, which had a thin la yer of hair growing. He walks over to the mens bathroom and looks around, and sees a janitors trolley. Grabbing it, he heads into the bathroom, and uses the cart to barricade the door. Stripping the robe off, he pulls the clothing from his shoulder and hisses as he sees the angry open wound that was there. Using the same clothing, he cleans the wound using the tap, and then puts some alcohol on the wound, holding back a loud scream of pain and choice Russian words about the Shadowbender.
'𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔤𝔢 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡' comes the voice in his head, to which Vosahf picks up the needle and thread, puts one carefully through the other, and starts sewing the cut on his shoulder shut. After doing that, he checks the work in the mirror, and puts a dressing over the top.
"One down. Two to go" he says to himself, and peels down the pants of his Hunter suit, to look at the smaller wounds. He washes one with the clothing, puts some alcohol on there, and then starts sewing the next wound. Once that was done, he puts a dressing on it, and then repeats what he did on the other leg. After, he pulls up the Hunter suit, and puts on the tshirt, hat and trousers. After cleaning the bathroom up, he half packs up, and heads to the till to pay. Thankfully, the janitor hardly noticed the missing trolley, and the cashier simply grunts and takes the money.
As Vosahf steps out the store, shoving the new things into his duffel, he groans and looks around, seeing a Starbucks, and starting towards it. "I need coffee."
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9:27pm Sep 8 2016
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Vincent stepped into the shop, immediately greeted by the strong scent of coffee, tea and baked goods. Lying underneath was something different; the smell of leaves, and dirt, and outdoors. Surely that strong scent couldn't be from the few potted plants by the windows, could it?
His gaze flickered around the room as he stepped into the line and pulled out his wallet. A young man sat by the far right window tapping away at a keyboard, he noticed. An older man was also present, as were a few other unassuming customers. His gaze flickered to the left, and he briefly froze. ... is that? The young woman from last night; the one who had fallen out of the tree and run from him. From his peripheral, he could see that she was unharmed, thank goodness. Although, dragons don't tend to stay injured for long. The line moved up, and he continued. It seemed as though he would be next, once the sharply-dressed businesswoman ahead of him had ordered.
The woman at the register was quite friendly, which put him at ease. She commented on his accent, making him blush a little. Vincent flashed a grin at her and traded banter for a moment, then ordered a venti vanilla bean frappuccino with caramel and waited at the counter for his drink. It was ready quickly, and he thanked the barista before taking the cup and turning to leave the shop. The voice of the girl from before caught his attention, and he walked over as he was called to.
“And you’re the woman who fell out of a tree.” He jabbed playfully, a smile on his face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ennie. You weren’t hurt, were you?” Telling her his name may or may not have slipped his mind, because the dragon inside of him may or may not be very excited to see another of their kind again. ‘нσω ℓσηg нαѕ ιт вєєη?’ he felt the voice ask. A long time indeed, since he’d met another dragon. Several decades, at least.
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10:47pm Sep 8 2016 (last edited on 10:56pm Sep 8 2016)
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It was surprisingly warm out here. Of course, warm was
relative, it wasn't really ever warm for Revon, but the sun was beaming down
from a cloudless sky and the light reflecting off the hood of his car was warming
it like a small heating plate. If he laid back on it, he might even be able to
sleep like this, toasting in the sun. It would be weird, of course, for anyone
driving down the road to see a dude sleeping on the hood of his car on the side
but eh, Revon didn't really care too much about what they thought. He did,
however, want some help so it would probably be best not to fall asleep and
miss someone driving by that could potentially get him out of this situation.
His head still hurt a bit from the loud noise and the instant terror, a dull
headache forming in the back of his skull that wasn't going to go away any time
soon, at least without medicine. He got these sometimes, the stress induced
headaches that made his vision swim and all his energy fade away. A lot of
people got them, he was sure, but they were probably some of the worst things
to deal with. If you were already in a stressful situation, a migraine like
headache only made things twenty bajillion times worse.
Sighing, he rubbed bridge of his nose, wind ruffling his hair as it pushed out
from behind him. Hair curled around his forehead and face, constantly moving as
it was tossed around. Today had started out so well too. It had been so pretty
as he drove down this empty road, heading for no where. Now he was going to
have to spend probably the rest of the day either out here or in a mechanic
shop having them look at his tire and check over the car in general.
Sounds like fun, right?
Revon breathed out a deep sigh, resting his head against his hand as he leaned
over himself. Blue green eyes flickered to the forest around him,
rustling audible to his keen ears. There were probably loads of animals in
there making noise, deer, squirrels, raccoons, who knows what else. Plus, this
was Canada. Maybe there were moose. Revon didn't exactly know much about the
layout of this place or the wildlife but the idea of seeing a moose did make
him smile at least for a moment. The cliche would be real, wouldn't it.
His eyes drifted away, ignoring the sound that stopped not soon after, humming
a little to himself to fill the empty silence that was this place. A strange
smell was drifting on the wind around him, growing stronger, but it wasn't like
it was anything Revon had every smelled before. Hell, it sort of smelled like
him, cold and chilly, fresh piles of snow brushed into banks on the side of a
mountain. It was weird for something else to smell that way out here but at the
same time, oddly comforting. He knew that smell, at least sort of. It followed
him around most of the time, a constant prevailing scent, of course he would
know it.
But wait, why was that out here? He focused on that thought again, eyes that he
didn't realize he had closed opening in confusion. What the fudge was a smell
like that doing where no one else was even around? Sitting up a bit more
straight, he turned towards where the noise had been not too long ago.
And he froze stalk still, deer in a headlight sort of mode.
His first error had been mistaking the noises in the forest for an animal
because what stood before him wasn't an animal at all. No, it was a girl, who
was about as frozen as he was, meeting his gaze with a wide eyed ex pression of
caution and curiosity. Holy frick.
His second error was not putting the pieces together sooner. No on but he
smelled so distinctly like this. No human, no animal, nothing. Only a boy
turned dragon had a scent that was as strong and distinct as this. So why then
would the girl smell so much like him and yet slightly different? The shimmer in
her hair as she stood there, watching him, mouth open slightly as if she wanted
to say anything... all of that only added up to one solid conclusion that Revon
definitely didn't like.
She was a dragon.
Crap.
He couldn't exactly back out of this situation either. He was stuck here,
sitting on the hood of his car with his legs tucked under him, unable to go
anywhere in the miles of distance between himself and a town to disappear in.
Nope, he was stuck right here, right now. God above, okay. He could deal with
this.
With an almost visible wince, Revon raised a hand giving the tiniest wave you
could possibly imagine, trying not to look like he was internally screaming. It
was just a small movement and his hand didn't come up very far, but maybe she
wasn't dangerous or anything. Here's hoping, right?
Do not talk to me or my snails ever again.
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The Dragon boy sitting on the car moved, his hand coming up and Kirsi flinched back, half-expecting some bizarre unknown-to-her Dragon-beam to shoot forward from his palm and incinerate her where she stood. Why would he shoot something from his hand? a too-amused voice floated across her mind, and she scowled in a knee-jerk response. Then she feared that, although he only waved in the first place, scowling would make him think she was snarling or something at him, and maybe he would transform and rip out her throat before they had a chance--
Breathe, the Dragon in her mind prodded. He waved. Say something.
But Kirsi was unable to find her voice. She could feel her Dragonś excitement overwhelming her own anxiety about the situation, the great winged beast in her soul bouncing beneath her skin like an overeager puppy, and it made her feel breathless. That feeling combined with the strong odor from the man swirling around her on the breeze made her dizzy, and she stumbled sideways a step, steadying herself with a jolt. She realized she still hadn't responded to the man´s wave --she'd looked away from him, even, she was so stupid-- and she darted her eyes to him again, only to find he hadn't moved from his place on the hood. In fact, the way he looked at her seemed to echo her own internal distress. Comforted a bit by this other Dragon´s own apparent discomfort, the knot in Kirsi´s stomach eased and she found herself able to swallow down the lump in her throat.
“Hello,” she tried to say, but her voice was barely a whisper, and the word sounded brittle and raspy. She cleared her throat, wincing at the harshness of the sound in the silence that seemed to envelope her and the other Dragon. “Hello,” she said again, more audible. Her Dragon preened, proud of Kirsi for making contact and gleeful at the presence of its kin. “My name is--” she cut herself off, worried suddenly that he might be able to use her name against her somehow, and was comforted somewhat by her Dragon’s gentle admonishment flitting over her mind, almost like she’d been smacked teasingly upside the head. “Kirsi,” she continued, “my name is Kirsi. Um, hello.”
She didn’t want to move toward him and risk scaring or upsetting either one of them. Instead she stood, feeling nervous and vulnerable out in the middle of nowhere with a Dragon. He was older than her -- he was probably centuries older than her. And he was a male. Are male Dragons bigger? she thought at her Dragon. Would he be stronger than us?
Your guess is as good as mine, came the wry reply. Right. Her Dragon hadn’t exactly had a chance to chat up other Dragons when it was a light in a stone buried in ice. Feeling awkward just standing still and staring at the boy while she chatted away with her Dragon inside her mind, Kirsi plucked at her armwarmers, pulling up a loose string. “Are you--” her voice kept sounding too loud in the quiet that stretched between them. “Are you… going somewhere?” she finished lamely, shoulders drooping a bit and face flushing in embarrassment. It had been a while since she’d tried to make small talk, and she’d certainly never tried to do it with another Dragon. Her discomfort won out over her fear of him moving suddenly to attack, and she dropped her eyes down toward the ground, unable to look at him directly anymore.
//////////// //////////// Shuffling his way out of the terminal and into the back seat of a waiting cab, Leigh sighed exaggeratedly, earning himself a strange look from the driver through the mirror. Leigh flashed the man a grin, too pleased with finally being off the plane to let odd looks ruin his mood. He gave the driver the address of the hotel he’d booked a room in, and he was early enough that he wouldn’t be charged extra for checking in late. He was feeling better than he had all day. The hotel wasn’t far from the airport and before too long, he was flinging himself into the plush mattress, dropping his bag haphazardly alongside the large bed. Groaning into his pillows as his back popped (it was stiff after sitting in the airplane’s cramped seat for so long) Leigh’s whole body went blissfully lax for a moment. It tensed again when there was a knock on his door --was it possible someone had recognized and followed him? Grabbing his blade from his bag (which had been a real pain to get through security at the airport, and he thanked whatever deity felt like taking credit that his bag had a secret bottom to help hunters like him get away with exactly that) he slipped silently toward the door, trying to avoid his shadow being seen under the door incase they didn’t know for sure that he was in the room. Peering out the peep-hole, he rolled his eyes at himself; a small maid stood at the door with a cart full of toiletries, hands folded sweetly behind her back. He jumped slightly as a knock rang out again, and her voice carried through the door: “Housekeeping,” she sang, sounding chipper. Slipping his blade into the back of his jeans so she wouldn’t catch sight of it (the last thing he needed was a suspicious civilian) he cracked open the door, eyebrows raised.
“What’s up?” he asked, brushing some of his hair away from his eyes. The woman giggled, batting her eyes, and Leigh frowned at her.
“Oh, sorry to bother you, sir,” she said, still looking at him strangely. “We bring our guests fresh towels when check-in is complete. Here you go!” She placed a stack of plush, white towels into his hands, licking her lips and standing in front of his open door with an expectant ex pression.
“Er,” Leigh said, looking down at the towels then back at her, “thank you?” She giggled again and he felt his face heat up, muttering a quick excuse about needing to take a shower --and he wasn’t sure why she swept her eyes down toward his feet at that-- before closing the door in her face. He heard her giggling again as she continued down the hall, and he furrowed his brow at her strange behavior. Deciding a shower would indeed be a nice thing to do --really, his back was killing him from that flight, he needed to go to the chiropractor more often-- he grabbed a towel from the top of the stack that he’d placed on the end of his bed next to his blade, pausing when a small square of paper fluttered down onto the floor. Frowning, he picked it up.
Saw you check in, let’s hang out while you’re here ;) the paper read, followed by a string of digits Leigh assumed was a phone number. Suddenly, the girl’s odd behavior made sense, though he thought that it might have been inappropriate for her to follow him to his room while she was working. He wasn’t really too sure. Crumpling the paper with a bemused shrug and tossing it in the trash, Leigh slipped into the shiny marble bathroom and out of his clothes to climb in the shower, turning it up to a high heat and letting his muscles sigh in relief. After he finished showering, he figured, it would be late enough that he could go to a pub somewhere nearby, have a bit of fun, and keep an eye out for hair that shimmered too much and cologne that was too strong, too real. There were Dragons in Ireland, he was sure of it, but whether he’d find any in Dublin was a total question mark. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see, he thought, inhaling steam as it rose up around him. He wondered how long it would be before he found one again.
Huhwah?
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