Posts by jasper!

Hope was something that always proved difficult to cling onto when you haven't felt the warmth of it's light in what felt like an eternity. You would feel like you were suffocating; trapped in a desolate place painted in nothing but white. This particular building's interior was sickeningly clean, not a single imperfection to be found. A certain young creature was screeching like you'd never imagine, the sound of torture shaking Drexel's core. His bones vibrated with the burning fear fueling his nausea and anxieties. A sigh left the olive skinned humanoid. He sat in his enclosure like a zoo animal, huddled in a corner and silent. His long, elven like ears pinned close to his head- his body a mirror of his terror.

A loud hiss caused him to flinch violently, his nerves only slightly settling when he realized it had been the door to his 'room.' A human in his late thirties- one of the calmer and more friendly of the lab's workers- had walked in, a tray in his hand. Feeding time already? Drexel could feel his stomach lurching as the food's scent hit him. He was too scared to do anything, let alone eat. Blinking four large eyes at the scientist, shaking his head. He didn't say a word, but tried to let the man know he wasn't hungry without words instead. And then... He noticed the door. Wide open. His gateway put. A fire arose in him and his fury ignited, the weakened creature leaping past the scientist and out of the door.

Escaping wasn't even the hard part. A few alarms were set off, but Drexel was agile enough to avoid being caught. He'd actually made it outta that hellhole. The hard part came now... He was finally out into the world, but what would he do? It felt like forever he'd been wandering... The curly headed boy eventually stopped in front of a nice looking home. Conflicted, he weighed his options. He was hungry after all the effort, and the fresh air settled his stomach, but paranoia still lingered. This place could prove to be shelter and it'd likely have a meal inside. Checking all of the entries, he finally managed to make it into a window. Now to explore... It had seemed like no one was home.

Casphian

Any sound right now would have startled the young creature. Given this, of course the telltale sounds of the home owner getting back to his abode had Drexel freaking out. His ears were once again pinned to his head. He scrambled to hide, likely knocking down something in his past. Of course he did. From the hallway he scrambled into a closet, knocking off a box from the shelf as he fit himself into the closed space. He winced silently- not in pain, but in fear. How loud had that just been? He wanted to curse, but refrained from making any further noise. Instead he stood stiff in the closet, his breaths quiet and shallow to minimize movement.

If Drexel could shrink out of sight right now, that's exactly what he would have done. He stammered to catch his words, unable to even imagine what something this bad might earn him in punishment. Back at the lab... He shuddered at the thought. All the abuse he'd endured was something he could only hope to suppress the memory of. He stared back at Jupiter, trembling, finally able to conduct a sentence. "I-I... I was hungry and thought maybe I could find something here..." He stuttered, eyes wide and pleading. "Please don't make me go back..." he asked almost quietly, playing nervously with his hands.

The way Jupiter's demeanor had entirely changed had Drexel a bit shocked. Pleading normally got him nowhere, back at the lab. Bruises scattered about his body made it evident, though most of them were covered by the hoodie he wore. Drexel looked very human, except for a few extra features. These were all noticeable at first glance. He stood upright now, his height somewhere just above average. His hair, a curly mess of onyx locks, framed his round, feline like face. He simply nodded at the command, not wanting to be an inconvenience, and thus staying silent. He followed the snowy haired man, his appearance quite interesting to Drexel, now that he could calm down and take in his sights. His heart still pounded rapidly, the previous scare lingering on his mind. St least he wasn't killed... yet. Drex sighed, fixating the four of his eyes on Jupiter. Did white hair occur naturally in humans? All the workers at the lab had more... boring colors, Drexel noted. He was pnly half human, anyway, and was sheltered as an experiment for the majority of his life. He had no knowledge of humans- or even his other half...

drexel - nineteen - "speech" - thoughts

Four eyes trained themselves onto this so far generous male. His actions confused the hybrid, so he watched him closely. He visibly tensed up each of the two times Jupiter approached him at the table. Of course, due to what he knew most, Drexel was afraid that Jupiter would let his anger out on him. When food and a drink we’re presented to him, however, he made an audible chirping sound- one of appreciation and even a bit of excitement. Anything edible right now would do wonders. His chirp was followed by a purr, and he began to eat the food in front of him gratefully. He glanced up at Jupiter. "What about you? Will you eat, too?" he asked quietly, allowing the silence to draw out before his curiosities would manifest vocally once more, "This is your home? Do you share it? Back at the l— I mean... My place, I have many others I share with... That’s why I can’t eat often." he explained, slowly opening up.

lillianne howlite reva - "speech" - thoughts

“I’ll visit you as often as I can. I love you, okay?” came a voice from the left of a petite framed girl. They were in a car, and the voice belonged to her father. He’d been worried about this whole moving out thing. Though she was old enough- and strong enough, despite her gentle looking body- to fend for herself, he was her father. He worried for her- this was all he had in terms of family. Letting her go was difficult.

The girl was known as Lillianne- the last gem descendent to arrive in Beach City. She had a naturally white- literally snow colored, not platinum blonde- head of hair. She’d gained this from her mother. Her father always said she’d been the spitting image of Howlite... It would have been nice to meet her. Her facial features were also petite, she had a precious button nose and heart shaped lips. Her eyes were angular and almost shaped, almost feline like, and they held a beautiful, blue-grey pair of irises. She smiled over at her father, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, dad. I’ll call you every night so you know that I’m okay. Besides, I have roommates. ”

With that, they’d arrived. Lillie hopped out of the car, grabbing all of her bags out of the trunk with little difficulty. She wasn’t surprised that they were late, what with her father playing fashionista for an hour before they got into the car. And for what? She chuckled to herself, excited to meet the others.

morpheus - four years - head hunter - "speech" - thoughts

Amongst the first to wake, Morpheus was an early riser just as his alpha. He liked picking his hunting routes early, so he would scout the hunting grounds each morning before heading back into the camp’s mainland. His build was large albeit agile- he was a powerful and skilled hunter and he believed he gained his position in the pack through the most fair means. Amber colored eyes scanned the area, gaze momentarily pausing on Kace, the alpha male. He didn’t know what this feeling was, but his ears grew hot if his thoughts lingered on the alpha for too long. No one was ever able to seat his thoughts so easily. He huffed, exhaling through his nose as he tore his eyes away, flicking an ear at the early morning stirring.

nyx - four years - warrior - "speech" - thoughts

Sleep? that was a sacred thing. Nyx took it seriously, and slept in. Her only reminder to wake was the sound of others rising from the dens. Letting out a yawn, she shook out her red pelt and stretched her arms outward, haunches up, and her head thrown back into the sky. Stretching was almost as delightful as sleep. Licking her maw, She padded out of the den to spot Morpheus. Of course, she had to torment her brother. She made her way over to him carefully.

morpheus - four years - head guard - "speech" - thoughts

Given his morning without the pack like he always had, Morpheus was quite calm. His body language reflected it all- hung tail, attentive ears, relaxed stance. He flicked an ear as he felt his sister approach, turning his gaze to fall on her. A warrior. She’d been older than him by only a few minutes since they were the of the same litter, but Morpheus couldn’t help but feel like she was younger than him... by years, even. He wanted to offer her a pleasant expression, but he’d known she’d only came to pester him. So much for tender memories.

nyx - four years - warrior - "speech" - speech

Slumber still having her fur disheveled, Nyx would chortle before poking her nose into Morpheus’s flank. "Up early again, little brother?" she questioned, pulling back. She studied the male’s face- he’d seemed almost relieved that Nyx hadn’t planned to jest much. She cocked her head over to one side when she heard his bland answer- already knowing what it was going to be. He liked to be alone. What a living wolf stereotype. She laughed at this, standing up to instead go and play social hour elsewhere.