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The Hermit's Night Out
« on: March 04, 2013, 06:24:33 AM »
OOC: This RP takes place around Christmas for anyone who chooses to post to it.

The wolf blended in with the falling snows of winter. Even on the splashing shores of Glitter Beach, the snow mounted in what seemed like piles upon piles. He'd been reluctant to leave the safety of the Meadowcrest woods since his strange encounter with the winged devil and the Fae who'd saved him. Since those days he'd confined his activities to hunting, sleeping, reading the occasional book, and playing with other animals. He'd seen a few shifters in the woods, but these "city animals" as Flick called them, seemed wary of trusting a vampire. He knew his people could be insensitive to other supernatural races, but found that in cities it was always worse.

After a few hours of enjoying the winter, Flick returned to the small shed that he'd hid his clothes in. He shifted into vampire form, the sounds of his bones cracking, moving and rearranging was snuffed out by the sound of howling wind. He dressed slowly. Clothes always seemed so unnatural to him, but he knew that if he was to blend in to his new city life that he had to become more comfortable wearing them. He put on a pair of pants first, denim jeans  that were two sizes too big. He couldn't see the point of underwear even for mortals, so he wore none. He did put on socks though. He found the artificial feeling of boots uncomfortable and found that a thick pair of socks eased that pain. His snow boots were brown and beaten. The laces looked chewed and frayed. He put on a sweater that was also too big, and tied the pants together with a piece of rope in the absence of a belt. Finally, he put on a big, puffy winter coat with a hood. He wore no gloves, no hat and no scarf. To the mortal eye , he looked like a young man ill prepared to deal with the storm.

Of course, what mortal man would be on glitter beach in the middle of a winter storm? Flick had considered that when he'd chosen this night to venture forth from the woods and explore the city a little better. He'd been to the cinema and actually taken in a movie; some love story involving a man who'd come home from the Iraq War to find his wife sleeping with his best friend. He'd found the style of drama to be refreshingly 19th century and although it was not a time he'd ever want to return to, it was a time he occasionally missed. He'd went to a coffee shop and watched the mortals who were there talk about their lives, current events and other such nonsense. He wondered what it must be like to have friends, enemies, and things like drama or sex. Overall it had been a good night. He'd begun to consider doing it more often when he'd come to the beach and hid his clothes in the shed.

The snow had stopped by the time he was done changing. Now it was simply a winter wonderland, with the crashing waves acting as the soundtrack. Flick walked upwards, away from the shore, unsure what his next adventure for the night would be, but knowing for sure that he was not done exploring.     
Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
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Re: The Hermit's Night Out
« Reply #1 on: November 11, 2013, 02:38:32 PM »
The snow pounded Aton from all directions. He hadn't planned on getting stuck in the storm, but he inadvertently walked much further than intended. He had a tendency to get lost in his thoughts and prayers when out for a stroll, often trekking 10 or 15 miles from his apartment without realizing how far he'd traveled. The weather was mild when he left the warmth of his apartment; just flurries floating gracefully from the heavens. Now, the intense winds pushed snow and ice into his person from all directions. His lifted the collar of his pea coat to shield his neck from the frozen onslaught.

As he approached Glitter Beach on his trip back to the city, the winds died down and the volume of snow lessened considerably. He took large steps to get through the deep snow. Looking out towards the water, he saw the sun peaking out from behind the clouds near the horizon. He smiled into the light. To Aton, the sun coming out after a storm symbolized new beginnings, rebirth, and hope. He stared out towards the horizon, admiring the magnificence of a world that continued beyond that line. Suddenly feeling constrained, he removed his coat and shirt. He flexed his back and stretched his shoulder blades forward, releasing his massive wings outward. The freedom he felt was remarkable.

He stood there for some time, letting the straggling flakes settle into his hair and onto his shoulders. The sound of the water crashing onto the beach soothed him. He turned to grab his coat from the ground behind him, but glimpsed a figure further down the beach, perhaps a quarter of a mile away. The storm hindered his usually impeccable eyesight, but he could still make out the figure of a man with loose fitting clothing. He could also sense that this man wasn't human. How hadn't the man seen him? Perhaps Aton's pale skin, white wings, and gray hair blended in with snow.

Curious about what species this mysterious man was, Aton ran towards him. As he ran, he folded his wings against his back, pulled his shirt over his head, and slid his arms into his coat. Approaching a man on a secluded beach was one of the most reckless things he could have done, but moving into the city ignited a passion for discovery, and meeting this man seemed like an opportunity to break out of his comfort zone.

"Hey!" he yelled as he slowed down. "What are you going out here?"

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Re: The Hermit's Night Out
« Reply #2 on: November 20, 2013, 12:08:53 AM »
Flick turned to see the approaching figure. His keen eyes had difficulty making out the figure as he was whited out by the snow. The wolf saw the countenance of a young man, almost a boy. His white hair and light skin made him appear almost like a shade, ethereal and sweet. He sensed nothing sinister from this person, and saw no reason not to speak to him. After all, it was his big night out. Who said it had to end so early? As the figure grew closer, he noticed that the boy was not human. He recognized his aura only slightly, like something he'd almost sensed before. For some reason it made him think of the winged man in the forest. Flick knew though that this was not possible, as that man had been dark and this boy exuded only light. Flick wanted to be trusting and wanted to make a new friend, but he also didn't want another situation where he needed rescuing.

The boy's question was a strange one, and so Flick decided to clarify before proceeding. 

"Did you mean what am I doing out here," he asked, his tone pleasant but formal.   
Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
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Re: The Hermit's Night Out
« Reply #3 on: November 25, 2013, 03:17:53 PM »
Aton heard himself yell a nonsensical question and tried hard to stop, but the words escaped his lips before he could reign them in. He came to a stop 20 feet from the man, who turned when he heard Aton's call.

What an idiot, he thought to himself. The man remained stoic and politely rephrased the question for him.

"Yeah... yeah, that's exactly what I meant." Although the frigid winter air stung his eyes, Aton kept them open and gazed upon the stranger. The mysterious man seemed kind, but Aton could see loneliness in his eyes. The same loneliness he saw when looking in the mirror. This man was like him. But why was he out here? What was the purpose or reason for his isolation? He was obviously supernatural; a human could not endure these wintry conditions with such ease. He had never seen him around the city. Perhaps he resided in the forest or in a cave somewhere.

Aton tried to keep eye contact the man, but he suddenly became uncomfortable and his eyes drifted down toward a plant peaking through the mounds of snow. The man seemed to have a calm temperament, but Aton had been fooled before. Appearances had previously deceived him, so he quickly considered his options for escaping before communicating another question to the man.

The most logical escape route was flight. It would take a few seconds to remove his coat and extend his wings, but he was sure it was better than attempting to outrun the man. Despite wearing an over sized coat and baggy pants, Aton could see that the man was more athletic than him. The forest could provide some protection, but gaining altitude would ensure protection.

"So...?" he asked, slipping his hands into his pockets and looking around nervously... anxiously. "What are you doing out here?"

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Re: The Hermit's Night Out
« Reply #4 on: December 03, 2013, 02:13:24 PM »
"Exploring and growing," was Flick's quick reply to the strange creature's question. He had several of his own to ask. For starters, why was this being so interested in him? Why had he flagged him down? Still, Flick didn't sense any evil, and with a lack of friends he decided to at least assuage his curiosity. The being seemed uneasy with Flick, a direct contradiction to approaching him. Flick noticed him averting his eyes to the snow and sensed a mild apprehension. He decided to keep conversing.

"What are you new friend," Flick asked. He wasn't sure if the being wanted to be his friend or had another motive, but he at least wanted to make his clear. He also hoped calling the creature friend would help to put him at ease.
Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
- Kurt Vonnegut Jr.


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Re: The Hermit's Night Out
« Reply #5 on: December 04, 2013, 03:42:31 PM »
"I'm an Angel," Aton declared with much more confidence than previously displayed. This man who called him friend exhibited assertiveness and aplomb, and Aton did not want to come off as intimidated.

"I like to come out here and watch the sun set from a buoy." Aton stood up straight and pointed towards the water without turning his head. "I didn't expect to see anyone out here during a storm."

The wind continued to blow furiously, but the man seemed too interesting to part from. A wandering man in ill-prepared storm attire has to have a story. He didn't seem to suffer from the chill, though.

"And what are you?" Aton asked with a nod towards the man. He suspected werewolf, but he didn't want to offend the stranger by guessing incorrectly. "Are you from the metropolis?"

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Re: The Hermit's Night Out
« Reply #6 on: December 05, 2013, 04:23:54 AM »
An Angel?

Flick grew fearful as he stared at the benevolent being before him. He remembered the chase through the woods, the fear of being suddenly overtaken. Surely this angel had to be different. He didn't exude the same dark aura of the previous one, and seemed to truly just want a friend.

"You'll forgive me if I look a little stiff," Flick began in explanation. "The last Angel I met tried to take advantage of my innocence."

Flick relaxed a slightly, but still stared at Aton with a curious and slightly wary glance.

"I'm what many people call a vampire, although I'm unlike many you'll meet in the city. I live in Meadowcrest woods."

Flick was unsure what relationships vampires had with angels, but hoped that this angel wouldn't have had too many bad experiences with others of his kind. It had cost him conversations before. 
Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
- Kurt Vonnegut Jr.


Jake Benny Kyle Lisa-Joe James/Jimmy Tess Tyler Apep Ari Lacy Mithras