Newfound Oddities

[xXRassBerriXx]

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Introduction


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For the past few years you have found yourself living a rather boring life due to a small move to a near silent town. The homes here where cheap, very cheap considering how large and well crafted they are and though you where unaware of why when you first moved to the place, you know for certain now. This town is dead and half abandoned; The lively side holds only about one hundred people who all seem to be shut-ins for you hardly see anyone roaming the streets. Everything's quite, at least from what you have seen so far for it wasn't until this very night that you found yourself in the company of an odd one. It's the night of October 15th, and making your way home your caught of guard by the sudden dimness created when the streetlights flickered of. You assumed it was do to the horrible electricity within this town, so you continue on your way without much worry, until you here what sounds like footsteps behind you, Quickly you turn, but no one is there... You sigh quietly as with a bit of relief you turn yourself only to find yourself face to face with a person you can't seem to recognize. His eyes scanned you without a single word being uttered, before suddenly his posture lightened up quit a bit. A tiny grind crossed his features, before in a quiet voice he uttered, "I found you."


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Plot


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This odd boy claims to be your familiar sent to aid you in dome upcoming event. You fail to believe him though he still follows you about ignoring any protest you ay display, though soon you come to believe the claims of this boy as soon the both of you find yourselves facing danger.


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Name: N


Age: 21


Gender: Male


Abilities: N has the capability to turn himself into a select animal. He can manipulate weaponry rather well and he has collected a large amount of information in this field. If needed, he does have the ability to heal and treat the wounds of his master, though when he choses to use a bit of magic to heal another the price will be collected from him in the form of pain and energy.


Personality: N can be either a quiet person or a chatty one depending on who he is speaking with, though at times he will act troublesome and attempt to tease. He likes to mess with people, though he always does stop before things go to far unless he has a purpose for pushing someone into rage.


Appearance:


Height~ 6'0


~Human~


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~Animal~


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[BigHippo8]

Name: Dylena


Age: 17


Gender: Female


Abilities: Dylena has herself lacking in the field of magic, but is consoled by her skill to sense beings from other worlds. Though she has always overlooked this, the ability to become aware of these beings just might prove useful.


Personality: This girl in her chestnut hair, faithful to a higher degree of beauty, carries mischievous incentives: sometimes to be merry and playful, yet other times to be cunning and sly. Not simply sly and cunning or whatnot, Dylena is most prominently the type to square her shoulders and work hard.


Appearance:

~Height: 5'9

 

[xXRassBerriXx]

Accepted, would you like me to begin or do would you like to?

 

[BigHippo8]

I'll take the lead.


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With these boiling pots and sizzling pans drumming in their lids by the great fire-powered stove below, Dylena prepares herself a dinner to celebrate the occasion. Today, the spirits chanted a greater song than usual. Oh, the spirits had always sang to her in low muffled harmonies, but today and the day before, the chorus of spirits became more urgent and anxious. Dylena takes this for joy among the ethereal beings; unlikely to be the case, though Dylena was never one for wits. Nonetheless the roast pork still drizzling with a thick grease, green herbs caked with dressings; the clay cup filled to the rim with a clear substance, boiled fish lying by its side, bones bare. With these Dylena feasts in. First, however, is a prayer to the soul singers to bless the meal. Then she reaches for the pork.


As the dim lights go dimmer in this desolate town, the moon stalks to the onyx sky, finding herself to be reigning supreme across the earth. Dylena lies in her rough bed of torn blankets, no pillow to support her. The house she lived in was methodically neat and organized. Things were where they are destined. This house, too, was in a slumber until Dylena had woken herself and her residence to life. Yet, not all is quiet. The peculiar boy she had met just several days ago battled with the peace she had known all her life. For the moon shines full this night and the hunters of darkness do override the brilliance of the day long gone. These hunters in their grey fur coats, four-legged, and determined, circle Dylena's wood-structured house. Why is a question not to be asked. The spirits alone know why the wolves trap Dylena within, should she ever leave during the moonlit night.

 

[xXRassBerriXx]

My apologies if I missed this, though is this after the two met or before?

 

[BigHippo8]

After!

 

[xXRassBerriXx]

It had been a collection of several days sense N first ran across the girl named Dylena, and sense the very first night he came upon her he had easily found who this girl was to him. It was clear for him to see as it may have possible been brought upon him do to nature instinct or just a pure feeling, but he was sure that he was meant to be her familiar. She was his very reason to exist, and though this may seem a dreadful occurrence for one to lose they're freedom, it was what N had wanted all along. He didn't mind handing his self over to another, though the only problem was that she hadn't seemed so keen on the idea of allowing it, yet N was sure he was meant to be alongside her. He simply hoped that he could manage to change her mind one way or another.


He hadn't gone as far as to follow her into her home yet, though he was still rather close by in the shade of a narrow alley. He sat with his back rested agents the musky brick wall behind him and his legs close to his chest. His eyes seemed to be transfixed in the direction of her home and though drowsiness lingered in they're normally vibrant coloring he wouldn't allow himself to fall asleep yet. He had yet to complete his task, and he assumed such actions would be enough to show how serious he really was that is if she came to notice his actions. It was possibility that she wouldn't care... though he did hope that not to be the case.

 

[BigHippo8]

I'm going to take a bit of control over your character by detailing what had happened. If you don't like it, I can edit.


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This girl in her chestnut hair dreamed. There, it is her memories and past incidents that come into focus. A tall man, eyes like slits, approached from a distance while she swept the small courtyard that her larger house permitted. He came to her speaking words she had not known, tongues she could not discern. Then, the man kissed the dust in front of her. Quickly did she hurry him up and even more so did she invite him within the humble dwelling for the only thing she has some talent in - cooking. She made a simple tomato and cucumber salad, alongside a pint of root tea. He persisted to humility in the home, such that Dylena banished him. Never had anyone submitted to her so blindly and in this way.


Dylena wakes to a sweat. The dream long taken by the spirits, she brings herself from the bed to a nearby bedroom window. She hears the swishing leaves in a dance with the wind, the chilled night colder than the moon it carries. Though darkness wears the earth like a cloak, Dylena leaves her wooden house by the door. In the midst of the night, she spreads her arms about her body, feeling the kisses of the wind.


Then came the howling.


Multitudes of furred creatures, that she was not graced with, work to close the mere yards between the two. Claws, snapping jaws, and a deep rich fur these animals had. But more than all that, they had murder in their eyes -- against Dylena.

 

[xXRassBerriXx]

This all had been occurring at a time that N found himself drifting dangerously close to sleep, though an abnormity in the area around him was a surplus of reason for him to snap back. His eyes grew into focus as he straightened himself into a tall stand as suspicion lingering within him. The wind carried with it an odd smell that he found himself disliking, and even more so he could catch the sound of howls in the direction of Dylena's house.


For a moment he found himself still with a heavy amount of concern. She was in danger, that possibility shined the brightest in his mind and easily it blinded him from any other explanation as Dylena was his first concern. Nothing else mattered to him as at current he truly didn't have a thing, even if he did he was sure that still Dylena would come first. Even if she refused his offer he still had to protect her, and in such a situation it wouldn't seem that she would have the option to turn his aid down.


N took in a small breath before quickly his posture changed as he brought himself into a run, his hand slipping into his pocket to feel the handle of a small knife. It wasn't much though if needed he would be sure to turn himself into his more beastly form as it all would be required to protect his only treasure. He found himself arriving at the perimeter of the house in a matter of moments and immediately his sharpened eyes where drawn to the threat, is clutch upon the small knife increased greatly s a look of aggression crossed his features.

 

[BigHippo8]

The wolves lunged. Several moments was all they had needed. Dylena takes a clean cut to her shin, then another to her arm. These furred hunters trample onto Dylena, and very soon, she is left on the dirt. She feels flesh being torn from her at every opportunity. But, something miraculous is working just as the wolves satisfy their hunger. The furious winds are stopped in their trails and the murky clouds of the night scatter rapidly. Otherworldly figures gather and form in thin air where the clouds had been and dance and weave their way to Dylena's battered body. The hunter wolves become the hunted as they flee the beings. Flesh is drawn together for Dylena's wounds, but she personally has fallen to a period of inactivity, sleeping. The vapors which had been summoned, are yet again summoned under one definite shape: a structure not male nor female, though humanoid. The thing looks at the man with his tiny knife, hovering above Dylena's sleeping body.

 

[xXRassBerriXx]

Unaware of the being holding a currently good intention and as such the aggression failed to leave his expression. He held the small knife tightly as for a moment his eyes seeped down to the figure of Dylena upon the ground and immediately a wrong accusation entered his mind as he assumed this creature was the culprit behind it. He brought himself a few feet closer, raising his knife to be sure that the being could see it as in a rather loud voice he spoke, "Back away from her!" It was what first came to mind, though he couldn't see any physical damage upon Dylena he knew he could fix whatever he needed using his ability. He knew his state was already weary and low on any sort of energy, but he could push himself a bit further especially if it meant he could keep Dylena alive. He had finally found her, after wandering about aimlessly he had finally found what he had been searching for and he couldn't lose her yet... if he let such an incident occur than he himself would be a failure in his only purpose in life.

 

[BigHippo8]

"You tailed beast, mind your tongue," the thing speaks. The once hunted wolves that fled from this magical being return again to be hunters, circling around the knife fighter. As the wolves snarl and lick their faces with hunger, the crowded mass of spirits within this one human-like thing chants: "The lady sleeps... We shall protect. The lady sets her head down to rest... We shall guard." The wolves creep closer and closer yet. But all is to the dust, for, abruptly, the ethereal humanoid scatters into multitudes of singular spirits, each returning back into the thin air by which they came. Dylena stirs from her rest.

 

[xXRassBerriXx]

( Sorry if this may seem a bit of a stupid question, but are the wolves still present? The all is to dust part confused me, was it just the humanoid who vanished or the wolves as well? )

 

[BigHippo8]

Well, they fled after the thingy kebab appeared over the girl. All to dust means that all efforts are to waste. So meaning the wolves are no longer trying to kill you because the spirits went away. You can decide what happens next.

 

[xXRassBerriXx]

Not caring much to ponder over the disappearance of the or the sudden drop in aggression displayed by the wolves he wanted to be sure that Dylena was truly just asleep, that she was still alive and well. He wouldn't hesitate to attack if the creatures proved hostile once again, but for now he wanted to focus on the important part. He slipped away through a small gap and quickly brought himself closer to Dylena, piratically falling to his knees at her side as he reach for her hand before he manged to take it in his. He lifted it up somewhat before bringing both his index and middle finger to her wrist in hopes to find her pulse.

 

[BigHippo8]

The spirit calling girl's blood runs strong. She twitches her fingers and blinks her eyes, first to open, the second blink to adjust. The moon gleams full amidst the clouds of gloom. The wind begins to revitalize with fury and strength. Dylena's bronze hair swing into the breeze. Her violet eyes are wide and, truly, a storm. She snaps her hand out of the beast-changer's own and settles herself to a sit. In a neutral tone, she says, "Do not touch me unless your humility is upturned, my so-called familiar."

 

[xXRassBerriXx]

As she once again began moving he felt a great relief come over him as he was rather frightened over the matter that she could be dead, luckily she seemed fine. He was rather glad over this, though slowly he could feel the tired feeling inching back across him as no longer did he truly find himself in any need to keep awake, yet he persisted anyways as still he wouldn't let himself rest yet. "How are you feeling?" He questioned her, just to be sure that they truly where out of trouble.

 

[BigHippo8]

"Exhausted, yet the night carries on and the dawn soon will come." Dylena takes herself from the dirt and dust and, wearing a ragged long cloak covering her slim body, she looks at the stars and the one that is the greatest among them: the moon. Then to N, as she gestures to her house's door. "Come. Shall you lay there in the mud while I lay in a luxury?" She walks into her home, assuming the beast man has followed.


Clearly not something as luxurious as Dylena would have described, it certainly wasn't awfully shabby. Sure, age abounds all about the small wood house, but the things within were efficient and passable. There is a garden, too, towards the back, to which Dylena can nurse vegetation into food surplus. The fish and meats she has from the butcher's and the fishermen. "The root tea I will prepare, lest you have something else in mind." The bronze hair flows into the kitchen after Dylena.

 

[xXRassBerriXx]

N was a tad surprised when he was offered presence within her home, having believed that she wouldn't truly wish him to be around, seeing as she has yet to accept him as her familiar. He was unsure whether or not this meant she was seeping closer to accepting him though he chose not to ask her, rather he would keep this thought within his own mind as to not aggravate her.


As she gestured for him he was quick to obey as he stood himself up and began to walk after her, soon finding himself with her wooden home. He peered around from where he stood, thinking she deserved more than this place, but for all he knew this could be her preferred living environment. He looked ahead as she spoke, watching her disappear into a new room and quietly he followed. "That's fine... just don't trouble yourself over it."

 

[BigHippo8]

"Very well."


Dylena moves with practiced grace in the making of the tea, chopping up the roots and boiling them in a iron pot. Afterwards, Dylena would give a generous dropping of honey into the clay cups in which the roots have been served. A table in the crossroads of all the rooms in the house is the one Dylena brings the tea to. She beckons the lad to be seated, as she takes her first sips.


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I'm going to be a tad bit metaphorical here. You can really ignore this if you don't get my terrible describing skills.


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Now this house had an melancholy aroma in its interior. There is the clean smell of the wooded forest, yes, coupled maybe with the lights of the dawn skipping into the home; the silence the table and its dedicated watch over the intersection between all rooms, and the feeling as if something is missing. Perhaps after the loss of a item or relative, the household that grieves would have this sense of emptiness. Yet, this is stranger, deeper, stronger. A rearing bear before a small prey, that sense of death and surrender, that despair the small animal awaited.

 

[xXRassBerriXx]

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No worries, I think your a really good writer ^.^ I'm truly looking up to this skill as I do wish to be an author in the future.


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He is still a moment as he looks over to her, seeming to be comtemplating something before he chose to seat himself in the open seat. He glances down to his own cup as he never really had root tea before, yet he wasn't all to scared to try it as he quickly took a sip. He examined this unfamiliar flavor for a moment, before a slight smile came to him. "Your an astonishing cook" He complemented, looking towards her with still tired eyes. He tried to focus on anything but his own tired state, though the weight in his eyelids and abnormal warmth that lingered was all to bold of a thing, still roaming in his thoughts even when he tried his hardest to push it away.

 

[BigHippo8]

:3


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"Simply a few drops of honey and several plants torn from the ground."


Dylena takes ginger sips from the clay cup. It is like fire to her fingers, yet, nevertheless, her fingers had suffered worse and endured. Years topped with years of solitary living has brought Dylena's character to one of self contented silence. When she would have been eager to flash her teeth, her lips are now a straightened line. These observations a skilled guest might make, but none can neglect the fire in the heart.


"Can you hear them?"


Dylena rocks forward and back. The music of the spirit world is ever so timeless, but never so booming. Sweet is the songs they would sing, rich are their voices. The bronze-headed girl, this girl in the heartbroken silence of this house, raises her chin to hear.


Oh, how royal the draping copper hair cascading down her back. How lovely the sun's beams striking the girl's face just so for her shy smile. And, oh, how beautiful the spirit-listener, that she should be able to become a leaf, swaying to the spirit melodies. The rag about her body is nothing more than a weak distraction to her charm.


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"The morning's dew will gather by the moment's time. I shall await you outside." She brings the cup to her mouth and drinks quickly the honey-flavored tea. Dylena gathers her worn long cloak and opens the creaking door, steps reaching for the beyond.

 

[xXRassBerriXx]

As she chose to explain the ingredients within the tea he seemed to eye it curiously for a fleeting moment, before once again resuming his small sips here and there. He found himself studying the area around him still as he was rather interested in this home, he wondered what charm it could hold for her if she truly did enjoy this place. He wouldn't desire anything but the best for the girl he is destined to serve, though yet he was still powerless as she hadn't given him the right to be her familiar yet.


As once again she spoke, his wondering attention focused back upon Dylena, the wording stirring up quite the bit of curiosity within him. Can I hear them... He grinned lightly, it seemed he had come across a rather interesting girl. Even more so, he couldn't help but take not of her beauty as the streaming sunlight came to further reveal it. That rag wasn't what he paid attention to, whether she would wear lace or trash he was still sure she would remain as beautiful as this, both interesting and beautiful: It seemed he was a rather gifted Familiar. That is, if he can manage to convince her.


He was a little surprised as he came to notice her departing, wondering where she was heading though he assumed she wished for him to finish his tea. It seemed he now did have a reason to hurry, even if he was exhausted he would still follow Dylena... he was still worried over the night before. He didn't want for her to be harmed while he was so near, he didn't want for her to ever be pained truly.

 

[BigHippo8]

Ah, the glistening dew over the vines and plants in the garden. It is hidden behind the wood walls of the house, and Dylena whirls about, freely moving to the chorus of spirits. Her plum colored eyes closed to the mystics, her slim body bending here and there.


With the morning comes the orb of fire, and the clouds encase the sphere. It was midday when Dylena had danced fully and truly. Then exhausted, she sat in the shade of a small tree, sighing, just as the leaves and the wind sigh along with her.


She looks to be waiting for someone, or perhaps looking to the skies for the clouds to disperse and the sun to fall.

 

[xXRassBerriXx]

In silence he sat within the same chair she had left him in, glancing to a his nearly empty clay cup. He was feeling tired yet again with no distractions other than his current job... he wondered if she would ever accept. Yet, even if she didn't he still had the responsibility to protect her, he might just not be aloud to be around her for all to long.


With this, he finished his last sip of the tea and not knowing where she wished for him to place it he simply left it upon the surface of the table. Standing himself up he made way for the very same door he recalled her exiting through and with some curiosity he peeked out into the garden before fully removing himself from the doorway.