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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 19:27:23 GMT
As the clouds above him threatened to send down a deluge of rain, Joska searched for somewhere to spend the night. The sparse cover afforded by the few trees that ringed ArcaneLight wouldn't be of any use - so the city it was. Making his way into the city, the werewolf spotted people going out amongst their business. Plain looking humans, he assumed - his sense of smell wasn't as good as some, so the man had to rely on outward signs to tell if a particular person was a human, werewolf or vampire. And having been out of the loop for years, he didn't know that he'd inadvertently wandered into a city populated overpoweringly by vampires. It seemed that they didn't know he was a were, either - in any case, nobody attacked him as he meandered down the streets and sidewalks, hands stuffed in his pockets to protect them from the chill that suffused the early evening."'Scuse me, do you know where I could get some food?", Joska asked. The person was a perfect stranger - they'd just been milling about by a building, and Joska had walked by before deciding that he needed to ask someone where he could find something to eat. His stomach was growling at him, and the werewolf wanted a hot, freshly-cooked meal - maybe even somewhere to rest his head. Perhaps there were some places that he could go to feed his other side - somewhere emotions ran high, somewhere that could feed the furry side of himself discreetly. Words: 258. Notes: The person he's speaking to can either be the replying character, or just a random person. Tagged: Open to all!
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Post by TheEpicFox on Jul 2, 2013 17:24:14 GMT
Whisper turned,hearing the voice of someone behind her. Listening to his question, she tilted his head, cold violet eyes studying him without any emotion. One would not be able to tell whether she deemed him as a threat or just some passerby. Whatever the case, she was silent for a moment before responding. The vampiress sensed something different about this person. Not a vampire... not like she cared. As long as he was not from the underworld specifically, she had no grudge. Unlike most vampires, she had no inner hatred for shifters. There was no reason to have it, after all.
"There is a restaurant that sells raw meat as a meal a few blocks down. However... I advise against going there. You're different... I can tell. The others might not be able to, yet." she finally said, voice quiet. "If they find out, things might not go very well. I could show you to my home, however, if you are in desperate need of a place to stay." she offered. The wind blew back her white hair; the air around the vampiress seemed to become colder and colder. Whisper often did this unconsciously. Her icy aura often made others shy away.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 21:28:20 GMT
The momentary staring Joska could write down as hesitation to talk to a stranger. The violet eyes, however, paired with white hair...that was a bit more odd. The hair could be dyed, he supposed, but those eyes were distinctly violet, and unmistakably cool. Not angry, no, or even particularly wary - although if he was honest, the girl looked like she was pretty young. Those eyes pointed to the stranger being a vampire, but Joska had seen enough to know that that might not be the case. He held no particular ill will towards the small, pale-skinned, almost sickly-looking vampire, though the shifter didn't, generally, feel all that gracious to vampires as a whole.
But if she was going to be helpful instead of murderous, well, who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth?
Her directions towards the restaurant had Joska salivating, but her warning words against going there had the werewolf irritated. "What do you mean, different?", he asked, frowning - his voice, which annoyed, equally as muted as hers. One never knew whose sharp ears might be turned one's way, after all. About to turn down her offer of somewhere to spend the night, Joska reconsidered as a blunt wind whistled by. He pulled his jacket tighter around him, and nodded acquiescence. "I'd appreciate that, Miss." The cold - and his curiosity - led him to accept. If it was that cold nearing dusk, then he'd never have survived a night on the city streets. And since he'd gotten himself psyched up to actually go into a city - well, going back to the forests seemed like a let-down, almost. Words: 280. Notes: He can be a prickly one, can Jos. Tagged: Open, Whisper.
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Post by TheEpicFox on Jul 2, 2013 22:19:48 GMT
At his question, Whisper had a slight smirk. "Isn't it obvious that you're not like most here? I've seen my kind rip your kind to shreds." She turned, glancing behind her at the shifter. "Forgive my lack of manners. I'm Whisper. I've observed so much here, sometimes it is hard to hold in warnings. My kind isn't very merciful, similar to everything else on the planet." she added. She began walking, expecting him to follow her. Her violet eyes touched on several vampires as she walked. She gave a cool nod, acknowledging them as if they meant something. They warily glanced at her. She had been here for a while, yet still was the new girl. the outcast. One to avoid... which was just as well. She didn't quite like being interrogated.
Not one to usually outstretch a helping hand, Whisper wondered why she helped this strange shifter. He was different too, but..different from her 'different'. The cold air around her seemed to increase in radius as the sun began to set below the buildings of the city. It could have been the night, or it could have been an increase in her power. Regardless, Whisper herself couldn't ever quite control the freezing air she carried.
"And what, may I ask, is your name?" she said suddenly, not turning.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2013 18:29:21 GMT
The smirk made him worry about what the vampire – for it seemed clear from her comments that that was what she was, indeed – was going to say. That her revelation that he was werewolf was the only thing forthcoming – it almost made Joska laugh. He couldn’t help the unworried look and manner he held when the wisp of a girl noted she’d seen were’s torn apart by vampires. “I’ve seen just the opposite happen.”, he retorted, softening when she mentioned her name. Whisper… It was odd, but not, so he thought to himself, so odd it didn’t match well with her outlandish looks.
He followed behind the smaller female, easily keeping up. Mostly because he didn’t bother to stop and stare. Most of the people on the streets returned the favor, avoiding not just him, it seemed, but the both of them. Was the white-haired girl-child in front of him actually dangerous? Or did she just have some dangerous protection? Maybe she was connected to a powerful family – although that just led to more questions. If so, why was she out in the slums? Was she the black sheep? Or maybe she was simply turning on her family’s ways. Then again, she was awfully skinny to come from any family that had more than two dimes to rub together.
Mind sorting through his assumptions and curiosities about the young woman, Joska almost missed her question. Mildly confused at first as to whom she was talking to – she wasn’t even looking at him, but there also wasn’t anyone else around for her to be speaking to – he cottoned on. Slightly irked at the rudeness, the werewolf never-the-less replied. “I’m Joska. Friends call me Jos. How do you manage to live out here on your own?” As he spoke, the man glanced about the winding streets they were trotting down, and had to resist the urge to shift into his wolf form. It was a defensive reaction, one he tamped down on – he could always follow his own scent out of town, if need be, Joska reminded himself. There was no need to worry… Right? Words: 363. Tagged: Open, Whisper.
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Post by TheEpicFox on Jul 4, 2013 7:06:04 GMT
At his comment, Whisper gave a small chuckle. "I'm sure you have. In any place, there is only advantage in numbers. Both races are fully capable of ending one another; the balance of power makes this war go on. Or is it... the lack of acknowledgement for it..." she muttered, now half talking to herself. Her experience with shifters was vague; she had only heard about them from townspeople desperate to get her to fight against them. They were all hypocrites; annoying little flies. She didn't look down on them when it came to power, but she didn't look up to them when it came to sense.
Whisper stopped when he had asked the question, head tilted slightly. She turned now to talk to him for a moment, this time not wanting her back to face him when replying. "Well... If I don't become close to anyone at all, I can't be drawn away from them. It's easy to keep others away; it isn't easy to let them go once you have them, though. That's why I am so distant." she finished. With a wary glance toward passerby, she turned back, again walking further into the outskirts of town.
Finally, she stopped in front of a small looking house. It looked warm and cold at the same time; sort of like how a growing flower desperately wants to bloom, yet the frost of an oncoming winter prevents it from doing so. The house, like Whisper herself, looked as if it was capable of being welcoming. Yet, because of it's distant look and icy paint, it made others shy away. It fit Whisper well, and the vampiress almost seemed to relax a little as she approached. She had been rather tense the entire time in the city; now was her chance to catch her breath. Well... after she took care of her guest. She'd allow him to sleep on the guest bed that had never been used thus far. She herself could use some well deserved rest.
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