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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Aug 18, 2010 4:27:15 GMT -5
A fresh blanket of frost layered the forest floor, creating a crunchy shell beneath Peach's feet. Her usually thin clothing had been hidden by thick jumpers and, finally, a jacket, pulled tight around her body.
It was cold and the low temperature caused her breath to freeze upon leaving her mouth, small clouds of mist floating around her face. Her eyelashes continuously stuck together, making it hard to see where she was walking. Her quick reflexes kept her upright, her human weaknesses kept her slipping as she descended towards a small wooden shack on the horizon.
This shack was a small piece of heaven for her, far enough to escape the worries of life, but close enough to be contacted if anything went wrong. Many knew not to hassle her here - she was usually very grumpy when her meditation was interrupted.
Of course, she was grumpy now anyway, that was the reason she'd been forced to walk to this place. Her best friends had commented on her mood and told her to escape, looking after the fort for her. She's begrudgingly agreed, wrapping herself up and stepping out into the cold winter evening.
"I don't actually want to go," she said quietly, cringing as the air tickled her sensitive teeth. "It's just the weather doing it. Nothing huge."
The cabin now stood before her, invitingly warm. A small light flickered within, also burning. She left it on, just in case she needed to come here at night.
The cold metal handle burnt her hand as she turned it and struggled against the frosty door frame. Even after a few firm budges, she hadn't opened the door. With a frustrated huff, she stepped back, frowning at the stubborn door. This was not helping her attitude.
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Post by William Norton on Aug 22, 2010 1:02:05 GMT -5
The moon was hanging low in the sky and the sun was beginning to rise on the other side of the world. Its rays peeked up over the horizon causing the midnight blue to begin to lighten up it’s mood and give way to the blue sky of the sun. However, the stars had yet to leave the sky and make way for the clouds. It was still pre-sunrise. The soft sound of foot steps would be heard crunching the grass that stood still because of the frost keeping it from laying down. The footsteps were soft, yet quick. In fact, it was the sound of someone being followed quickly. Wait no…the harmony was too perfect for that. This melody was that of a being with four legs. Which meant that four paws were dreaming there own beat, and they would be joined by the sound of panting.
A pair or eyes paid close attention to their surroundings as the shadow quickly darted from tree to tree. It would seem as if this creature wasn’t alone as a gun shot would echo through the woods. A bullet would ricochet off of a rock and burn the flesh of this creature, but it wasn’t a direct hit. Only a flesh wound. A yelp would come from the canine, but he would keep running. However, it was all for nothing as the chicken that it carried within its jaw dropped to the ground. Just then, the feeling changed. It was no longer cold, yet warm. There was no more frost, only blankets. The crisp night air that filled his lungs was no longer there.
’Not again…’
A sharp pain caused Will to rise out of the bed. It felt like he was shifting. It was happening again, and was happening more frequently than it had before. However, he was getting used to this feeling. His teeth clenched as his hands gripped comforter. Rolling onto his stomach, he buried his face in the pillow and did his best not to scream. When he made the decision to shift, he was prepared for it. He could brace himself. However, when it happened like this, he didn’t stand a chance. Breathing heavily, he moved out of the bed and into the bathroom. Even though the shifting was over, he still felt a pain on his back. Almost a burning sensation. Looking in the mirror, there were feathers in his hair. Running the water, he splashed himself in the face. Turning, he had been burned by…something. He didn’t know what it was, and could’ve for the life of him think of what could have caused that.
’It’s getting worse…’
Throwing on a hoody and jeans, he went for a walk. This walk carried him into the woods. He had been having these nightmares lately, however, they seemed so real. Looking up into the sky, his destination was a small hut. He had been out here late one night and saw the light on. He was surprised to find that it was open, and though he took absolutely nothing, the chair there was quite comfortable. His hands would bury themselves into his pockets as he kept an eye on the ground making sure that he could see where he was going. As he reached his destination, there was already someone there. He didn’t expect that. Instead of moving any closer, he simply stayed where he was. Hidden away in the bushes.
Crouched low, he simply looked on to see what this person was doing. Maybe they had just wandered here like he had. Hopefully he’d go unnoticed. He probably would have had the branch he been standing on not snapped. Looking down at his foot, his mentally cursed himself and figured that maybe she wouldn’t notice.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Aug 22, 2010 8:23:45 GMT -5
A few quick questions before my next post...
What time of day is it? Night? Morning? I just got a bit confused by your post. Is he staying in one of the Shapeless apartments or somewhere else? I think he was going to move in after meeting Peach? If not, he would know her by now.
Thank you! x
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Post by William Norton on Aug 22, 2010 8:48:52 GMT -5
He slept through the day and it's night time again.
He hasn't moved in yet, but he doesn't live too far away.
Sorry. I was sleepy n had limited time.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Aug 23, 2010 17:07:53 GMT -5
Ooc; :3 Don't apologize. I just wanted a bit of clarification. If I hadn't asked for it, this post would've come out extremely confuzzling.
Bic; The searing pain in Peach's hand slowly died down, leaving a red wilt on her palm and fingers. She muttered something incoherent under her breath. Should've known better.
She was still staring at the small burn mark when she heard a clear snap. Her whole body stood rigid, instantly making her a a few inches taller. What could it be? Her head turned towards the noise, knowing where it had come from due to her fine hearing, a wolf instinct. All that greeted her wide brown eyes were shadows and the underbrush of the forest.
"Hello?" She called, her voice tense and almost snappy. "Who's there?"
Maybe it's just one of my 'shifters... But they don't usually come this far out... Especially when I'm "meditating".
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Post by William Norton on Aug 25, 2010 7:09:37 GMT -5
Not really wanting to be caught, Will went to move quickly deeper into the woods. However, apparently trying to turn and run when your foot managed to get caught underneath a branch somehow wasn’t the best of ideas. His ankle would turn and pop. His eyes opened wide as he clenched his teeth together and yelled silently. Of course that doesn’t make sense to yell silently, but his mouth opened, and just no words came out. Biting down on his finger, he looked around and then reached for his leg. As he touched it, he could tell that it wasn’t broken, simply rolled. Maybe a small sprain. Either way, he wouldn’t be able to run out of here. Hearing the person call out to him, he thought to himself that maybe 3 legs would be better than just one. Taking off his pants, he through them into the push. Removing his hoody, he twisted the arm and then clamped his teeth down.
His teeth would cut through the arm of the sleeve. His hairs would get longer and turn gray. His nose sunk in and turned black. His body began to shift. Doing his best not to make a sound, it was so painful. Apparently, it was a little too painful for him. As his foot began to change, the broken ankle caused him to yelp. His eyes would roll into the back of his head as a thud would be him hitting the ground. He’d have to make a note that shifting while injured wasn’t a great idea. Having fully changed, their lay a wolf in the bushes. Passed out.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Aug 26, 2010 4:02:53 GMT -5
Ooc; My love, you are writing for Rashad again. :3 If you want, you can just change William's name to that - I don't mind.
Bic; The presence of the other being seemed to warp, diluting Peach's senses. She had the vaguest impression that the intruder had disappeared, yet there were small scuffles coming from behind one of the shivering shrubs. If it was one of her shifters, they had certainly changed into their other self. Now the only thing she could feel was an eerie fuzziness; the only thing she could hear was a small yelp, the yelp of a beast in pain.
"Who is that?" She asked again, but now more to herself than anyone else. She squinted into the darkness, unknowingly moving closer to the undergrowth.
The only thing that greeted her eyes was an empty forest at first. As she stood, gazing around, she began to hear pained snorting coming from her left. Her body spun around quickly, facing the large gray wolf.
"Oh!" She breathed in surprise.
Naturally, she didn't panic immediately. Most fellow canines considered her a friend immediately. However, this time was different - this beast was pained. She could see it in his eyes and the grimace of his furry muzzle. Pain could make even the sanest creature wild. Silently, she wished for safe passage. Perhaps he wasn't badly hurt?
"What's wrong?" She asked quietly, ducking so that she was at a lower level.
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Post by William Norton on Aug 31, 2010 10:20:01 GMT -5
Coming to, it wouldn’t be Will anymore. Will had a tendency to lose himself when entering his subconscious. He hadn’t fully gained the ability to control his shifting and would sometimes have to stop it from happening. Recently, he had been sleep shifting. And it would seem to be the case here as well. After passing out, all that would be left of him is the instincts that were given to him through the animal that he shared his spirit with. The wolf would hear the footsteps and it’s ears would perk up. Gingerly climbing to it’s feet, the hairs on it’s back would stand at attention. His lips would pull back so that it could bare it’s teeth. Snarling at the woman in front of him, a growl would rumble in it’s throat. A wounded animal was a dangerous creature. At that point, it would do anything it needed to do to survive. With narrowed eyes, the dark pupils of the wolf would pierce into her as if he was staring straight into her soul through the small puffs of mist that were coming from his mouth.
Will was never a violent person. However, this wasn’t Will, but an actual wolf. As it lowered itself to the ground the pain would shoot through the back leg. Lifting it’s hind leg, it would turn away from her and begin to hobble toward the woods. It’s good hind leg would crunch the ground before lifting the other two to move forward. It wouldn’t make it very far though. Falling to it’s body, the wolf would lay down. There was no point in running. Something about this woman caused him to no be alarmed. It didn’t know what it was. Instead, it simply conceded. And as if he could understand what she was saying, it’s leg would lift in her direction before being placed down. Rolling onto its side, it would lay in the grass. The sad puppy dog eyes of the wolf would stare into hers. It was a cry for help. There was no need to establish himself as the alphamale. She had already acknowledged him by lowering herself.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Aug 31, 2010 17:55:34 GMT -5
Peach watched with pitying brown eyes as the wolf began to hobble away. To see his broken lope pained her heart - she'd always been sensitive when it came to the furry, the scaly and the feathered.
As his sleek body fell to the frosted forest floor, she finally moved. Her steps were silent, muffled by the brown leaf litter. She tried to make herself as small and nonthreatening as possible, but it proved hard. What would this wolf - or shapeshifter - make of her? Friend or enemy? It didn't matter; she just wanted to help.
"Your foot hurts? Is that it?" Peach asked in a soothing voice, reaching out to touch the wolf's shoulder. Her other hand roamed to its leg, feeling lightly for any breaks or burrs. "It's not broken... Did you sprain it?"
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Post by William Norton on Sept 2, 2010 11:40:54 GMT -5
Wolf Will was cool, calm, and collected. Perfectly content with this woman hanging around, he would allow her to do whatever she wanted. As she got closer and closer, he simply watched on. His eyes took in her every move. Though he appeared to be down, he was really resting. If she made any sudden movements, he’d bite her head off. Though she approached cautiously as to not alarm him, which was good for her. Hearing something in the woods, his eyes moved toward the brush not far from them. It was probably a small animal or something, so he thought nothing of it. Blinking slowly, his head rolled back to it’s original position as he looked at the woman in front of him. She was a smart one. However, she messed up she tried to touch him. Letting out a yelp as she came in contact with his foot, it would set him off.
Growling, his hair bristled again as his head lifted from the snow. Shifting his weight, he would quickly be on his paws sitting nose to nose with the woman in front of him. Even though she was kind, and even though she was cautious with her movements, she tried to touch it. Pulling his teeth back to reveal his sharp teeth, she would feel the air from his nose chilling her lips as she was met with a look that could kill. This was her warning. He wasn’t sure what she did to him, but it didn’t feel right and he didn’t like it. As far as he was concerned she had been warned. Turning again, he laid back down. He was allowing her to examine him, but it had to be on his terms.
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Sept 23, 2010 5:02:32 GMT -5
Ooc; I feel like a bum for doing this now, but I have grown tiresome of my character, Peach. You may have read about this in the email I sent out. Or not.
Either way, do you mind if we try again, but with my new character? I haven't created her yet, but I'm sure I'll be more active with her. I've been roleplaying Peach since I was thirteen or fourteen and - while I plan on keeping her - I look forward to writing for someone new.
I don't know... I just can't write for her anymore. [/blockquote]
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