Fruity [Closed]

[Gylfie Murdoch]

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It was day four for Ian in this strange new world called Verge Apartments. Everything seemed backwards here and so different from the last place he had only just come to be familiar with. He no longer felt comfortable around people. This urban 'haven' as some people called it, was situated in the worst place imaginable. As his other self was a horse, he often scared in the presence of strangers or loud noises. Cars, commuters, shoppers - they were everywhere. It was literally his own personal hell on Earth.

Each day he cowered in his room, looking out the small window into the gray sky. It always seemed to be obscured by power lines or clouds. The weather had been blustery and cold, sleet crashing into the brick walls of the building, loud as thunder.
This cold meant little to him. He could dance through snow like it was a wheat field on a sunny day. He had lived on the high ridges of Mongolia for most of his life. His family had been poor, affording very little as far as clothes. Now, clad in more clothes than he'd ever worn in his life, he was overheating and anxious.

Through the whooshing of rain, a low grumble echoed. He was hungry again. He hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon, which was a hard feat, seeing as eating was what he felt he naturally had to do.

Cautiously, he popped his head out into the hallway and checked for any other 'shifters. He could hear water down the hall, but no one else seemed to be around. Moving as quickly as possible, he danced down the stairs and out in the reception. Very few took the stairs, so he felt it was the safest method when he needed to travel. Six more steps and he was in the empty kitchen.

Had Daniel, his son, been there, Ian would have felt much safer. Daniel brought the best out in him and could coax Ian to do anything within reason. It was just natural to get along with the younger Carter male, as his other self happened to be a Labrador. Unfortunately, Daniel was at school. Ian was alone.

The first place he went was to the fridge. It had been stocked two days ago and Miss Peach Greene had been very gracious in her selection. Ian was, for the most part, vegetarian. He shuffled slowly through the plastic tray of vegetables, pulling out a carrot and nibbling on it casually. It would satisfy him for all of two minutes before he was hungry again. His eyes darted around for the large fruit bowl that often moved around between the number of 'shifters living in the apartment. He found it and began picking through bananas and oranges, looking for some ripe apples.

Had he been in his horse form, his head would've lifted, his nostrils flaring as he searched for others. He couldn't sense any near-by, but the elevator seemed to be whirring to life. Was someone coming down? The stairs were too far for him to dash to and that would put him closer to the stranger as well. He had no desire to meet anyone new.

His heart clenched painfully. Ian backed into one of the corners and fell to the hard floor. His legs were ceasing up. He could barely move. His antisocial behavior was always getting him into trouble. He felt so useless in crowds - how he had survived the trip here was still a mystery to him.

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[Fayn]

Oh, someone here? Not surprising. If you mad the kitchen unit your home, like Britta did then you were bound to meet all the denizens of the apartments at some point, but still... this wasn't a presence she'd sensed before... the body size, shape, posture all were no matches in her mental bank of people. Then she rounded the door post and stepped into the room with a flaring posture propping one slender hand on her hips, her other hand playing lightly over her generous breasts, only for a moment... yep, the man definitely wasn't something she was familiar with all hunche din the corner like that.

"Hm...let me guess... rabbit?" Britta talked aloud to him and to herself waving aside all greetings and exchange of names and boring protocal like that with a brush of her delicate tapered fingers as she turned to the icebox...rummaging through it, grabbing the first bag that wasnt explicity marked with someone's name; it was always fun for her to flip it open and you know, the split second before she smelled the first wafting odor of whatever was in there, before she saw the hint of a texture and colour ,to be able to guess and hope...

Brussel sprouts. Eh, they'd do; she popped a handful in her open mouth. For all that she ate, and she ate constantly, eating more than she slept, Britta was still very thin. SHe had to eat to fuel her unbelievable metabolism, a lovely remenant of her shift; now she waited for the hunger to be sated, the edge to be taken off that insistent nagging pain in her stomache which begged to be filled. When she'd calmed reasonably and felt less tense and sensitive she turned enormous chocolate eyes to the man, waiting for his answer.

"You're a rabbit, right? Timid, and a carrot-eater... you're pretty adorable," she decided firmly after sizing him up, and then squatted herself on her haunches to assume an eye-level position.

[Gylfie Murdoch]

Ian turned his face away from the scantily dressed girl and the language he knew very little of. She was beautiful and, from first impressions, seemed nice enough, but he could not speak. His throat felt swollen with terror. What was he to say anyway? He knew very little English.

He backed further into the corner as she approached, trying to conceal himself. His efforts were fruitless and he just ended up kicking one of the apples he had found away from himself. It bounced across the room and rolled into a further corner. It would be no good for eating now - bruised and soft.

Ian looked with wide, watery brown eyes at the girl in front of him now. She was so much younger and the way she spoke and looked at him reminded him painfully of his deceased wife. Fortunately for this young miss, he would not be shifting today and a sharp hoof would not be slicing through her brain stem. No. Instead he started breathing heavily, wondering where his son was. School wasn't that important anyway.