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Post by bunniitraks on May 28, 2008 21:09:54 GMT -6
((Kendi here! Sorry, Sam for mess'in with your post, but we forgot to state what kind of roleplay this is. (I forgot to mention that to you) This is a "gifted" role play, set in a modern city. ))
Click, click, click, click
The soft rapping of blunted claws clicking against chipped pavement was a hypnotizing sound, almost addictive. At least to Jerome. Even the softest of sounds made in this skin was a melody to him, sweet and liberating.
The fur on his broad shoulders swayed with every step as his more powerful muscles rippled beneath with muted power. His bush-like tail brushed the grimy city concrete ground, letting him feel his trodden path.
Jerome felt so comfortable in his wolf skin, so unafraid, so outgoing. He could do anything like this.
His black lips pulled back over sharp, glistening white fangs as the thought made him smile, his dangerous gray eyes sparkling with glee.
Dangerous. Ah, there was a word as sweet as poisoned honey. One he never tasted in a form other then this.
His huge padded paws lead him wherever he pleased, which was currently down a dark side ally, one where no one was likely to spot him. Even though he gloried his beloved wolf pelt, humans around here tended to shun it. They shunned all his skins, even his human one.
A soft growl rumbled out of Jerome's fur washed throat as he thought of it. The injustice of it. Even if he did like his peace and quiet when he could get it.
His wet black nose picked up the smell of a rat somewhere close and Jerome froze, his fur and paws tingling with excitement.
Oh, to hunt in this form! It was a glorious, unmatchable thrill!
Jerome smirked quietly to himself and then lifted his nose a little, catching on the acrid city air the brief whiff of the rat again, swaying his broad head in that direction and angling his sturdy body towards the exposed back of a dumpster lined with piles of black garbage bags.
((ooc: sorry it's short! >.< g2g!!))
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on May 28, 2008 21:27:11 GMT -6
Unaware of Jerome, another shape-shifter was nearing the alley. He was tall, -very tall. The first thing people usually noticed about him was his his height. Almost as though conscious of it, he walked with his shoulders hunched forward and his head down. His name was Ahearn... or at least, that's what he went by. He didn't care to think about that situation right now. The young man moved slowly down the sidewalk, glancing up every now and then as though expecting to be followed. The city was so... different, but strangely, so familiar to him. He had left the small town he was used to, -ran away-just to be away from the people he knew. And here, it actually was very easy to isolate one’s self from everyone else. You could be surrounded by people and still completely alone. But Ahearn soon realized that he wasn't alone. A strange scent, too faint for any "normal" person to recognize, with brought to him by the cool breeze. It caused immediate alarm. Something was in that alley; -something dangerous! Ahearn froze, looking about anxiously. His muscles tensed for a fight even before he told them to. What was it? A predator? Wait... he didn't have any "predators"! "argh," he groaned at his stupidity. Still, whatever it was, it was an animal... he thought. There was something a little weird about the creature in the alley; it wasn't quite an "animal" smell. And while Ahearn's first instinct told him to run, Ahearn's second was to defy his stupid equine instincts and check it out. Cautiously, he poked his head out from behind the wall of one of the buildings. He saw nothing but the dumpster in front, but the animal was there; he sensed it.
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Post by spirogs on May 29, 2008 7:26:31 GMT -6
Indigo woke up with a nudge from a stranger. "We're here...", he person said. He looked out the window of the bus, pulling back the curtain. Indigo suddenly realized that the man was the bus driver, because of his uniform. He was the last person on the bus. "You sure are a heavy sleeper, kid,", the bus driver said, "We arrived here about half an hour ago... Only noticed you were still on the bus when one of the bags in the cargo didnt have an apparent owner.", he finished with a simplistic laugh. "Oh... Im sorry,", Indigo replied, rubbing one of his eyes. "I didn't mean to oversleep... Am I bothering anyone?", he asked, standing up and pulling on the sleeves of the jacket he was using as a blanket. "No, no, it's not a problem. I just thought I'd wake you up, because you probably didn't intend to live in this bus,", the elderly man answered, a bit sarcasticly.
Indigo hopped out of the doors, and made his way to a large duffle-bag that sat on the sidewalk, and picking it up, waved to the bus driver, and walked away. He grinned as he thought to himself, "It all comes down to this."
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Post by aeonreclaimer on May 29, 2008 16:12:23 GMT -6
"Ah...so here we are."
Nicht scanned the horizon. It was quite empty.... devoid of life... except for buildings in the distance.
His destination.
Nicht took a few steps forward, but quickly drew out his sword as he heard a sound.
"Only awake for five minutes, and already in a snag. I hope I won't have to kill anyone..."
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on May 29, 2008 17:20:27 GMT -6
(( he carries a sword in a modern city? Scary))
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Post by spirogs on May 29, 2008 19:42:44 GMT -6
((not scary =P AWESOME! I mean.. I would walk around in the city with a sword if it were legal... Glad you joined an RP by the way Aeon ))
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on May 29, 2008 19:58:58 GMT -6
((he's going to get arrested doing that! XD -hopefully before he kills our characters))
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Post by bunniitraks on Jun 2, 2008 16:51:37 GMT -6
Jerome could see the rat now. It was quite big, actually, all dirty brown and preoccupied with its meal of day-old garbage. He didn't have a lot to hide behind as he stalked up to the rat, but it didn't really matter. The little creature was too busy digging into a rotten banana peel to notice Jerome.
The blodish-brown wolf moved slowly, stiffly, carefully setting down each padded paw, so the claws didn't click on the pavement. Now he crowched down low to the ground, soft underbelly brushing the dirty concrete, muscles tensed to spring, excitement dancing in his eyes....
The rat suddenly caught the wolf's scent and, without a moment's thought to the yummy banana peel he was leaving behind, the little brown creature gave a breif squeek of alarm that he should be caught so off guard and he scampered a leapt as quickly as his tiny paws would go around the other side of the dumpster.
Growling in frustration that this rare, glorious little hunt should be cut short so quickly, Jerome sprang forward, secretly pleased that he would have to chase the rat a little before catching him.
The powerful muscles of his wolf skin carried him in one great arching leap straight over the top of the crooked dumpster.
It wasn't until this second that Jerome caught a new scent. As he sailed through the air, he was suddenly accutely aware that someone was there, very close by. Near the mouth of the ally.
He had about half a second to look up, notice a pair of eyes peeking around the corner of the ally, and then....
CRASH.
Luckily the landing was softened... by a few bags of garbage. Black trash bags burst on the wolf's impact, sending fowl smelling garbage sailing into the air several feet, trash strewn so far that some of it skidded into the near-by street.
"Ow...." Jerome muttered patheticly, laying in an embarassingly crumpled heap in the midst of the garbage pile.
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Jun 2, 2008 18:09:52 GMT -6
Jerome's sudden pounce made the towering man do something very... unlikely; -He both jumped and screamed, and started running. But he stopped himself before getting very far. Logic now overpowered his instincts. What was a wolf doing here? Some sixth sense told him that there was something different about the animal. It lacked something or ratther, had something about it that wasn't normal (other than the place it had been). Still tensed and half-mad with fright, he moved forward. Then, thinking better of the situation, paused. His body rippled liquidly and gained mass, taking the form of a large horse; -a draft horse. Like his original form, its body was pale, with dark hair. His eyes were red now, and between his eyes was a short, curved horn. Now he felt more confident. The young man- ...horse, approached the alley once again, and even dared to stand over the wolf. Jerome seemed like he was in no position to attack Ahearn at the moment.
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Post by spirogs on Jun 3, 2008 7:55:36 GMT -6
Indigo continued making his way through the streets... It was till early morining, and on the strees he could see no more people than you could count on one hand. He carried his bag through the cool morning air, looking up at the buildings. Tall buildings. "I should probably find a place to rent...", he thought to himself. And then, looking down the street, he saw a large shape. He wasnt sure what it was yet... it was still pretty far off.. About 2 or 3 blocks. The shape was moving.. this he could tell. Defently wasnt human.
Curious as he was, he began walking towards it. "I probably cant talk to anyone about an apartment yet anyway...", he muttered, trying to give himself an excuse for his curiosity.
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Post by bunniitraks on Jun 11, 2008 18:51:49 GMT -6
If there hadn't been garbage near his nose, Jerome would have smelled the horse. And if his ears hadn't been flattened to his head in shame, he might have heard Ahearn. But as it was, Jerome was a little too sore and embarrassed to actually notice these things.
The brown-blond wolf laid there for a couple of seconds, trying to think what could bring him down into such an incredibly indignant position... when the vision of someone peeking around the ally flashed through his mind.
Not realizing how near the on-looker truly was- right beside him, actually- the thought dawned on Jerome that someone seeing a wolf would probably just want to drive it away... and that was never fun. In an instant of panic that he should be found in his wolf skin and chased away, the shapeshifter did was he was best at. Shapeshifted.
In a matter of only a few moments, the long thick fur of the wolf shrank back and all but disappeared entirely, save for what he would need in the way of hair- wouldn't want to be bald. His strong dog-like limbs shrank back and morphed into a lanky human frame. Canine fangs that poked out from under his upper lip sheathed back into his gums until his mouth was a little less crowded. The only thing that didn't morph was his eyes. They remained the same.
Where once the wolf had fallen there now laid a skinny boy in clothing that was always too big for him no matter what he chose to wear. The boy glanced timidly over the nearest little pile of garbage in front of him at the mouth of the ally... and saw no one.
Jerome breathed out a relieved sigh and rolled over.
Then screamed.
Or, more like he tried to scream. All that came out was a kind of raspy "Eep!" as he stared wide-eyed at the rather enormous horse that towered over him.
A lot of things made Jerome feel small. This horse was officially one of them.
Terrified the creature was surely about to devour him, Jerome shrank back as far as he could in the pile of garbage, his lips trembling as he tried to form an incoherent "N-n-n-n-nice h-horsey...."
Gulp.
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Jun 11, 2008 19:25:52 GMT -6
Ahearn stared as Jerome changed forms before his eyes, and remained staring when the human screamed at him. Now that they had officially scared each other, Ahearn finally realized what was going on and acted accordingly: he laughed. Not much in the world had ever seemed to make Ahearn laugh, and to be honest, it wasn't a particularly humorous laugh; it was more of a "what-the-heck-just-happened" laugh. But coming from the mouth of a horse, it made little difference. Now finished, Ahearn, still a giant horse, sat down and waited for Jerome to do something. The young man didn't feel like revealing himself yet. -He didn't know why that was, but it sounded good for now. They were unaware of the approaching Indigo.
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Post by spirogs on Jun 12, 2008 10:15:48 GMT -6
Indigo continued his path towards the thing he saw. "It's a horse!", he thought to himself in disbelief. Sure, you'll see a horse of 2 every once in a while in the city.. at least where he was from... But not out on its own.. And defently not this big! He stopped in mid-step, staring at it, still not really believing that's what it was. It made a noise suddenly, and sat down. In the street. "What on earth is a horse doing in the street?!", Indigo muttered, moving closer again.
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