❧ Willow Branch ☙ \\ Safety for the Different // Roleplay

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    Calla jumped back with a yelp of surprise as a floating spider thingy came out and attacked the rouge.
    What are you?Calla spoke into the creatures mind.
    Her wolf hid inside of her and Calla was confused.
    What is this creature? She thought.

    Tk gasped, lurching awake next to the cheetah. He was someplace else now, a shallow burrow of dirt with a furry wall on one side. Sundown, she must have carried him away, and the sore points on his body gave him a clue as to how.


    His mind flipped to the language, Feline. A language of body language, with few actions but many meanings. All the combinations, the art of movement. His head started swimming again, and he forced the thoughts out. It would definitely take time to get used to it.


    "...S... Sundown?" He asked quietly. His voice was raspy and broken, a much more common side effect od learning languages.

    ß // L A R S


    call me lars


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    FLORENCE


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    [size=10px] Hungry. That's all they think in response. All four of their hands grab the rogue werewolf's arms, digging in with their clawlike nails. They hiss, sinking their fangs into the creature's neck. Only enough venom is dispensed to act as a sedative. Their red eyes lock with Calla's for a single moment as they let go of the werewolf.


    Within a matter of seconds, the rogue slumps to the ground. His chest is still moving, he's still breathing.


    Florence moves to constrict the rogue's legs with their tail, plunging a pair of hands ethereally into his chest. "...this'll last me a while. Real big."


    Is this some form of murder? Probably. But they're starving.


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    AERON


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    A quickly jolt raced through the wild cat's mind as she turned her head to look at the little drake. Immediately, she felt guilt rush through her and she she nudged the small creature softly with her wet nose, a quiet, soft whine echoing from her vocal chords, attempting to convey her apology, but almost figured it was best to stay silent. She laid her head on her furry paws, a sad haze coating her red gaze. She wanted to shift back and speak to him, as she figured she might have been the reason he sunk into his state of unconsciousness, but she was too tired to change back. She had ate enough to get him here without passing out herself, but that was about as good as it was going to get.


    Her inability to change was also a problem, because keeping in this state was draining, and she knew soon enough she would shift into her weakest state- her human form. Then, she really wouldn't be able to help him, or protect the small dragon. She was seriously counting on him to have some sort of ability to defend himself, but knowing how weak he must feel at the moment, felt rather hopeless, herself.

    Calla stared at the floating spider thingy and urged her wolf to tell her what the creature was.
    She heard it say hungry so she took a few steps back to ensure safety.
    Her wolf whimpered in response and sent one thought to her.
    Naga.
    What the heck is that? She thought.
    The naga stuck its sharp claws in the rouge and Calla let out a low growl on instinct.
    She didn't want to attack the naga and instead was curios by it and she cocked her head to the side and studied the strange creature.
    "I come in peace," she said in the Nagas mind.

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    - ιт ιѕ ѕιℓℓιиєѕѕ тσ ℓινє, ωнєи тσ ℓινє ιѕ тσямєит, αи∂ тнєи нανє ωє α ρяєѕ¢яιρтισи тσ ∂ιє ωнєи ∂єαтн ιѕ συя ρнуѕι¢ιαи. -


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    "I think so," replied Elise in a quiet voice, a small sigh following soon after. "It was the first time something like that happened, an accident I couldn't control. It wouldn't go away and it just kept on raging..." She shivered slightly. "It had taken me a while, but I was finally able to send it back to the dead. But I'm fine now Tyran, don't worry." She added the last bit quickly, suddenly self-aware. The last thing she wanted was for her friend to worry, as he always did whenever something bothered Elise.


    Cyril
    "I'll stray a little behind just in case something pops out of nowhere."


    The ghost's physical appearance began to gradually fade, as if he were only an image from a projector that was dying. Cyril had stayed physical for too long, and he needed a break. Sighing he disappeared from sight and became invisible. He looked below around his feet, and lifted a small stick up with his mind. He did this often, picking an object up whenever he was unseen so others could tell where he was.




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    Sundown only made a simple sound, but it meant so much more to Tk now. A whine, a common mammalian sign of care, but one that was sourrounded in hidden context and pitch changes. It was more, it was an apology filled with concern.


    "No, no. It's fine. I should have known to ask about it later."


    Tk tried to stand, just barely making it to his feet.


    "Agh. I can barely even speak english now. Darh gurat." He swore, trying to fix his ruffled crest.


    [/b]"You didn't go far, did you? The other seekers will be looking for me."[/b]

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    The feline looked off to the side, now feeling even worse. Great. They were even further away from where his friends could find him. She laid her ears back and let out another apologetic whine. But... He had to know it was only out of kindness, right? She had no idea what a seeker was, but if he was one, they couldn't be bad, right?


    The feline reached over and ran her rough tongue along the top of his head gently. Thou hath my deepest apologies, she thought to herself. I will care for thee, until thy companions arrive. To get her point across, the shifter cuddled the small dragon closer, attempting to offer comfort and warmth. It was starting to get colder, and she was sure the small creature's body heat would only help him so much. So, in the meantime, she'd offer hers.


    Faintly, she could smell canine, and her body tensed, in both worry for her companion, and fear for herself. She didn't know if she could fend off a canine... She felt a silent growl rising in her chest. Well, for her newly found friend, she'd certain as Hell try.

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    ß // L A R S


    call me lars


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    [size=10px] After a moment, they pull both hands out, gripping a wispy, whitish mass of some kind of energy. The rogue goes completely limp once they do so. They tilt their head back and swallow the mass, the soul, their jaw unhinging some to fit it in.


    "...must have been very healthy, that was filling. I haven't had a meal that good in ages. That'll last me a while."


    They look back, noticing the other. "...did I steal your kill? The body's still here, if you want it." Florence shifts into human form, getting to their feet.
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    AERON


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow:0px 0px 5px black; letter-spacing:1px][justify][sub][color=black] Tyran shifted with unease. "Alright. If you say so." He let the 'i'm fine' thing slide. For now. "But, just so you know, I'm here to worry." The boy smiled down at her with a sweeter smile. He was there to worry about her. He was supposed to worry about her. He was supposed to be there for her. And he would. But the last words was a silent warning to Elise, telling her that she can't keep it from him forever. She also needed to help him help her.


    Changing the subject rather quickly, Tyran tilted his head to the other side with one corner of his mouth quirking up into a half-smirk. "Do you plan on doing anything today?" He questions with another soft voice, wondering what she was going to do later on in the day other than sitting and watching the waterfall. The once debatable topic of their conversation instantly flipped over to a casual matter. Still his fingers twitched with unease...[/fancypost][align=center]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Caspian widened his eyes a little when flowers started to blossom around Virgil. It was fascinating, yet at the same time it could be classified as mysterious. If this person could make plants grow, then of course he would come off as peaceful and approachble. Two wonderful qualities to have. And how he literally glows orange could be a welcoming trait, too. It is strange, Cas thought, how there are so many of the same types of creatures, but none are exactly alike.


    "It's definitely no problem at all. We're just doing our job, I suppose." The immortal made a gesture that could be made out to look like a shrug, and turned to Oreken. He wasn't going to be so rude as to leave him out. "Would you like to help?" Cas's absolute formal tone was gone now and what replaced it was his casual one, though it still contained a hint of courtesy.[/fancypost]

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    Oreken


    He nods his head with some enthusiasm, giving the two of them a short smile, before saying, "Of course." He can feel a sprout in the back of his head right after he smiles, and immediately he shuts down his positivity run, his face returning to a blank one. He shakes his head. "Shall we get going then?" He asks them, reaching his hand behind his head, trying to find it. He hates it when flowers randomly sprout out of his head when he smiles(happens almost every time), it made people not take him seriously when he's trying to be serious. He immediately finds the small bloom, pressing his fingertips against it, and it stops growing, it's not dead though.


    Hammond


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    ß // L A R S


    call me lars


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    [size=10px] A bit too late for that, Oreken. Virgil darts behind the other, looking at the flower before it's snuffed out. "...you can grow flowers, too? What type? Anything specific?"


    Any attention to the topic at hand has been washed away by the fairy's endearing passion for botany.
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    - ιт ιѕ ѕιℓℓιиєѕѕ тσ ℓινє, ωнєи тσ ℓινє ιѕ тσямєит, αи∂ тнєи нανє ωє α ρяєѕ¢яιρтισи тσ ∂ιє ωнєи ∂єαтн ιѕ συя ρнуѕι¢ιαи. -


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    ic: Elise
    Elise smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not quite sure... I don't have any set plans for today. I might go train, or take a stroll around the woods..." She momentarily paused before looking to the angel. "What would you like to do this time, Tyran?"


    Cyril
    He zipped through the trees left and right, darting low hanging branches even though he would well have simply floated through them. Cyril followed close after Miley, listening for any sound.




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    Oreken


    His face turns a bright red from embarrassment, covering the little blossom completely now with a hand. "Ahh.. Lets.. Just say it's a personal kind of flower.." He said, trying to sound vague. "It's nothing you need to worry about really.. If I really think about it, I can make all kinds of flowers grow on my head.. But I prefer not to.." He nervously laughs, giving him a gentle nod. "Let's worry about the tour, yeah?"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-shadow:0px 0px 5px black; letter-spacing:1px][justify][sub][color=black] "Hmm?" He turned back to her, almost surprised that the question was directed to him. The angel pointed to himself and quirked an eyebrow upwards with wide, dark green eyes. "Me?" He looked around and pointed to himself again before continuing. Then he smiled teasingly. "It's an honor to be asked such a question by you. Thank you for the offer." He chuckled lightly. Honestly, he hadn't worried about himself for while. Well, because he was dead. Tyran turned back to the waterfall and settled a fist under his chin in thought. "A stroll around camp rather than out there. It isn't safe." He shrugged. The boy was worried for her if she escaped the camp... who knows if they ran into any sort of enemy. It would be more peaceful to just walk around where they were.[/fancypost][align=center]
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    Sundown attempted to scoot further back in her little burrow, squishing both herself and the small dragon farther into the careful roots. Canine. Canine and something... not quite alive. Neither of the two gave the shifter warm fuzzies, and she felt herself want to get more and more away. Still, though, she knew that was nearly impossible. She doubted her new friend's fellow "seekers", or whatever he called it, smelled like death and mutt- which she wouldn't quite mind, but it wasn't a little mutt.


    She could sense the power reeking from it's form a mile away, and with the scent of eerie shadows- hard to describe the scent, but living as a cheetah shifter in her previous home, with lots of other predators, you got used to it- mixing more and more together and approaching at a rapid pace, her fur stood on end. She knew it was possible they could be his companions, but the likeliness seemed slimmer and slimmer the faster they approached, the falling thumps of padded feet echoing in her sensitive ear drums.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Cas smiled as he watched the other two people in the small group chat. Seeing them getting along was somehow reassuring. And also, in a way, kept him entertained. He wasn't much of a "casual" talker, he much preferred staying inside or going out in the courtyard to mess with his abilities. A hobby, you could say.


    So Cas watched as Virgil got excited about seeing Oreken with around the same powers, and as Oreken got flustered and tried to hide it. Then flipped the subject back to the tour. Throughout all the years he's been alive, somehow Cas never got over the fact that there's always something new in his life. Every single day. It frightened him, just a bit. The way he would think about the future, or linger on the past. The warlock usually refrained from doing that, but it still seemed to happen. He wondered what it would be like if nothing changed in his life, where he would live the same type of day over and over again. Same routine, same places, same everything. When thinking about that, he regretted it, and only wished to enjoy the present.


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    Calla shook her head and also shifted to her human form,flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder Calla faced the now human naga.
    "Your good I was hunting for deer and this rouge," she kicked the dead body of the wolf. "Attacked me. So I think I owe you a thank you," she smiled warmly at the naga.
    Her wolf still hadn't showed herself and Calla wondered why she was so terrified but then remembering how the naga had easily taken the life energy from that rouge she could understand.
    Then Calla did what she couldn't even understand herself, she was a lone wolf, never really interacting with any other creature. But the naga intrigued her.
    So she stuck her hand out and smiled.
    "Wanna be friends?" She asked.