Delsha
Accepted Character
Posts: 10
Full Name: Delsha
Species: Dreamborn
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Spero
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 85 lbs
OOC Name: Kendall
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Post by Delsha on Feb 22, 2014 22:55:07 GMT
It was the itchiness that woke her up.
It wasn't the kind of itchiness that made you want to scratch yourself--that much could be said for it, at least. It was the kind of itchiness that was more...uncomfortable, rather than painful or annoying. Like the feeling of unpleasantly-dry skin or sand in your clothes.
Actually, it was a lot like sand in your clothes.
Exactly like sand in your clothes.
...Maybe because there was literal sand in her clothes.
Delsha sat up sluggishly with a quiet whine, wondering how on earth she'd gotten sand all throughout not only her pajamas and hair, but also in her feathers. She could feel the gritty sensation permeating throughout her wings, and it was definitely less than pleasant. The girl flapped the appendages a few times, trying to shake off the feeling, but it didn't go away. The only thing it really did was send a gust of wind blowing around her, jolting her into a slightly more wakeful state.
Her mind started moving a bit quicker as she opened her eyes and rubbed at them with the heel of her hand, which was (thankfully) sand-free. The girl blinked several times as she tried to catch up with her new surroundings, sleepiness turning into bewilderment as she realized she definitely was not in her creator's bedroom.
From what she could gather, this must have been a beach of some kind, though Delsha was not entirely confident in her diagnosis. She'd only ever once been to a beach, and she definitely did not recall this many rocks. Or a purple sky. Or being in her pajamas. Maybe she could ask Elba--
But as she looked around, Delsha realized she was quite alone, and Elba was nowhere to be seen. This, of course, sent the girl into an immediate state of panic, as she had no idea what to do when her creator wasn't around.
"Elba?" Delsha called out shakily, standing uncertainly on her feet, which she noticed were still bare. She had to be careful not to step on any rocks, which would be difficult, considering this beach was covered in them. Why had she woken up here in her nightgown? Shifting her wings uncertainly on her back, the brunette timidly started forward along the shoreline, looking around anxiously at her unfamiliar surroundings, including the ominously purple sky and seemingly endless ocean. She wasn't even sure she was still on Spero, and that scared her even more. But how could she have gotten to a whole other planet in her sleep? And why wouldn't anyone have woken her up or told her if they were going somewhere?
"Elba, where are you?" she called out, a bit louder and several notches more high-pitched. She sounded like a scared child, and to be honest, that was how Delsha was currently feeling.
And, of course, because this morning was just determined to be unpleasant, Delsha stumbled over a protruding rock as she stared up at the sky, and she found herself splashing backward into the shallow waters to her right. Sputtering, she hurriedly scrambled back up to her feet, but now her troubles had multiplied: she was now even sandier, coated in wet grittiness from hip to ankle, and her wings had gotten wet, making them heavy and unable to get her off the ground. Not to mention that her dress and the ends of her hair were also soaked. Delsha gave a quiet, unhappy hiss of an inhale, shivering as she tried to wipe the muddy sand off of herself. "Elbaaa?" she called out in an even more miserable, squeaky voice, hugging herself as she gave a chilled shiver. At least the wind wasn't too bad, but the sodden girl looked on the verge of tears. "Elba, where are you?" Her fear, which had before just been a slight prickle at the back of her neck, had begun to escalate. Being lost and alone in an unfamiliar landscape was one thing, but her being unable to fly was just perilous. She had to find Elba and get out of here.
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Bryce
Accepted Character
Cowboy Werewolf
Posts: 13
Full Name: Bryce Logan McMurrain
Species: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Devilverse (Paralell Earth)
Height: 5 foot 11 inches as a man / 7 foot 11 inches as a werewolf
Weight: 165 lbs as a man / 850 lbs as a wolf
OOC Name: Rott-i-kins
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Post by Bryce on Mar 2, 2014 2:37:09 GMT
It had taken old Bryce a very long time to decide if he wanted to stand up or not.
He'd sat on his butt in the sand, staring at the water lapping his bare, twisted toes and deciding if he was really here or not. It was all a dream, he told himself repeatedly. That was the most logical explanation. For now, he would just enjoy the view before he had to go back to the real world. After a great deal of time, it appeared as though he wasn't exactly waking up from this dream. He'd even given himself a few slaps on his stubbly cheeks to try to wake himself up. Nothing had happened. He'd just ended up with a sore face. Under a purple sky. On a beach. Listening to the sounds of a few nearby sea gulls.
But this was not where he had fallen asleep at all. Someone had dumped him here, moved him from the sort-of-comfort of the bed in a Tennessee inn to this place. Why he didn't know. If they wanted him out of the way, they should've just slit his throat in his sleep. Dragging him all the way to a beach in the middle of nowhere to get rid of him didn't feel like it made much sense for someone with a bee up their butt about him to do. There were plenty of people out there to be mad at him, what with his bounty hunting job. Angry criminals didn't drag you out onto beaches though. They snuck into your room and killed you in your sleep.
Pondering the choices of good-fer-nuthin'-law-breakin'-idiots wasn't getting him anywhere though.
What was there for an old cowboy to do, after waking up on a beach in nothing but his long johns, but to stand up and try to figure out just where in the hell he was. The best thing to do was to get moving and see if he could figure out some sense or direction. Or at the very least, find a fellow traveler to ask what state he was in. So he pushed himself to his feet with a grunt, and started to walk. It would've been a pleasant walk if he hadn't been so unsettled. Seeing as he was pretty close to being butt-ass naked on this beach and didn't have a gun or even a knife to speak of, he was nervous. Especially since the sky was still purple.
The sky was not purple.
As he walked, he eventually spotted a little shape on the beach. He frowned, wondering if he should really approach. Bryce swallowed, and continued. Eventually, he saw that this individual just happened to be a woman. A crying woman at that. Bryce reached up to scratch at the back of his head, glancing around himself for anyone else. There didn't seem to be anyone else. Swallowing, he dropped into a crouch in front of the woman.
"You alright, miss? Ya need some help?"
He hadn't noticed the wings yet.
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Delsha
Accepted Character
Posts: 10
Full Name: Delsha
Species: Dreamborn
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Spero
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 85 lbs
OOC Name: Kendall
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Post by Delsha on Mar 2, 2014 4:41:39 GMT
With a squeak and a flap of her currently-useless wings, Delsha very nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden appearance of the other person--partially because she'd thought she was alone, and partially because oh my god a human an actual real live human. She'd never seen one before; not a real one, anyway, and definitely not up-close like this. Delsha may have been made in the image of a person, but neither she nor her creator had ever actually met one, and it had always been a dream of hers to do so. Her eyes widened and she leaned back instinctively, staring up at the man in bewildered amazement. If she hadn't already been in emotional distress, she probably would have been jumping up and down for joy at the moment, although she also was filled with trepidation at meeting one of them. Unable to help herself, her green eyes began darting over the man wildly, trying to see how closely her appearance matched his. She'd always been worried she was horribly different from them in some dramatic way--but at the same time, she was made uneasy by his mere presence. Humans were known for being all of the things that residents of Spero disdained, and she could only hope that their selfish, prideful, violent nature had been exaggerated by the legends.
Of course, she then realized that she had actually been spoken to, and that it was rude not to respond. "Um!" she began, wracking her brain for a response she could give to this fantastic creature. Hurriedly, she wiped the tears from her face, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her giant, feathered wings were noticeably different from this man's build. "I-I'm...well...I think I'm p-probably lost..." Actually, she realized that she was definitely lost, beyond all doubt. After all, if she was on Spero by some miracle, then she was lost in finding her way back to her house; if she wasn't on Spero by some other miracle, she was lost in finding her way back to her planet. This had become a bigger problem than the winged girl had realized.
But she didn't want to ignore her new companion, either. "A-are you, um, are you all right?" she attempted, hoping she didn't look too much like she was trying to hold in her excitement. She didn't want to scare the human off, but she'd finally gotten to meet one--it was getting hard to contain. That, mixed with her panic about losing Elba, was sending her on quite the emotional roller coaster at the moment.
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Bryce
Accepted Character
Cowboy Werewolf
Posts: 13
Full Name: Bryce Logan McMurrain
Species: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Devilverse (Paralell Earth)
Height: 5 foot 11 inches as a man / 7 foot 11 inches as a werewolf
Weight: 165 lbs as a man / 850 lbs as a wolf
OOC Name: Rott-i-kins
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Post by Bryce on Mar 2, 2014 20:10:32 GMT
Now he definitely saw the wings. By some miracle he didn't scramble back and away. Bryce held himself quite still, eyes darting from the left wing to the right wing before he looked back down at her. They were staring up at him, the expression on their face a clear indication that they were just as surprised to see him as he was to see them. It was a good thing Bryce was, at this point in his life, thoroughly desensitized to things that were out of the norm. He'd changed into a giant scary dog enough times and been chased by people who could changed into giant scary dogs that people with wings were easily accepted.
Still, there was the question of just what exactly she was. Winged women? There were harpies he supposed, but legends about that talked about them being a hell of a lot uglier. Unless it was some sort of harpy magic trick, and really she was hideous under that magic spell and was going to eat him if he got any closer.
He was probably just being paranoid. Probably. They were just some woman with wings who was lost on a beach.
"You too, huh?" he said, offering a hand to them to take. He'd try to pull the poor girl to her feet, giant wings or not. He still had to be polite. "We're both in the same boat then. Lost."
Bryce blinked at the question. "Me? I'm just fine and dandy. Despite bein' in my drawers, ya know." Frowning, he added, "Sorry 'bout tha', actually...." under his breath.
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Delsha
Accepted Character
Posts: 10
Full Name: Delsha
Species: Dreamborn
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Spero
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 85 lbs
OOC Name: Kendall
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Post by Delsha on Mar 3, 2014 3:36:55 GMT
Delsha considered the offered hand for probably a moment longer than was entirely necessary, blinking a few times in uncertainty. The gesture was rather foreign to her, although she did understand its purpose; and to be honest, she was almost afraid to even touch the man, like he'd disappear at the slightest provocation. Meeting someone like him was, after all, a dream come true. But her good manners and curiosity won out in the end, and she took his hand, pulling herself and her sodden wings upright with some difficulty. A chilly wind blew again, and Delsha inwardly cursed her damp clothes, shivering as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"So I suppose you can't tell me how to get back to Spero, in that case," she murmured, looking anxiously up at Bryce with just the littlest bit of hope. There was, however, more worry than idealism in her countenance. Where had Elba gone? The question continued repeating in her head, getting more and more panicked each time. The two were rarely separated, so she could hardly imagine the notion of her companion not having come with her--and frankly, Delsha was a bit helpless without her friend to guide her. Her mind was racing in ten different directions at once, and it was getting very confusing.
"Oh, the pajamas thing is no problem, really," Delsha added as soon as her brain caught up with the things happening around her. "I mean, we're in the same boat with that, too, so..." She gestured to her nightgown, then glanced back up at the strange human, still awed to be in his presence. "Um, you haven't seen anyone else around, have you? I...I have a friend I need to find."
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Bryce
Accepted Character
Cowboy Werewolf
Posts: 13
Full Name: Bryce Logan McMurrain
Species: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Devilverse (Paralell Earth)
Height: 5 foot 11 inches as a man / 7 foot 11 inches as a werewolf
Weight: 165 lbs as a man / 850 lbs as a wolf
OOC Name: Rott-i-kins
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Post by Bryce on Mar 4, 2014 18:32:54 GMT
"Spero?" he said, after releasing their hand. They hadn't turned into a harpy and tried to eat him. That was...comforting. Bryce chewed on the inside of his lip, straightening up, and then shook his head. "Naw. Can't say I can help ya there. Ain't even heard a' the place."
It was surprising to him that he hadn't, actually. Bryce had traveled all over the United States at this point, and had at least passed through most of the states and territories, if not stayed there over night. The man threw a quick glance out to the ocean. He had to be somewhere on the east coast at least. That's where he would figure. Just why a winged woman was standing with him on the beach and acting just as lost and confused as he felt just didn't make a lot of sense though. Nothing made any sense. He didn't think he'd ever been in a situation that made less sense.
Turning back to Delsha, he shook his head. "Uh. No. Can't say I have there neither. Ain't seen no one else but you and myself. I jus' ain't much help fer yer sicherashun at all, am I? Sorry. Name's Bryce. You frequent beaches, cause I sure don't."
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Delsha
Accepted Character
Posts: 10
Full Name: Delsha
Species: Dreamborn
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Spero
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 85 lbs
OOC Name: Kendall
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Post by Delsha on Mar 8, 2014 13:03:56 GMT
"Ah," she said, posture slumping a bit as he told her he had never heard of Spero. Then again, she shouldn't have had her hopes up too much, but still. "I suppose that makes sense--I mean, it's not like there have ever been any humans on Spero before," she mumbled, unaware that she might say something that was just a bit more out of the norm for this man. After all, she was under the impression that all humans came from the same version of Earth that Spero had communications with, when in truth, that wasn't the case.
As he continued speaking, Delsha ruffled her wings behind her back, feathers standing on end as she tried to shake out the moisture and grit that riddled her wings. She gave a light sigh as it had no effect, resting her wings on her shoulders once again. "Well, I'm not all that helpful to you either," she replied with a melancholy shrug of her white-speckled shoulders. "I can't even fly until my wings dry out." Oops. Probably not a good idea to tell a stranger that she was at such a disadvantage right now. Delsha scolded herself for forgetting that humans were violent by nature, and supposed she would just have to hope he wouldn't attack her.
But she put on a brave smile and stood up straighter at the introduction. "I'm Delsha," she replied, placing a hand on her chest to indicate herself. "But no, I don't usually," she said, giving a hesitant shake of the head. "I've only ever once been to a beach before, and..." She glanced up at the ominous purple color hanging over their heads. "I don't remember the sky being that color."
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Bryce
Accepted Character
Cowboy Werewolf
Posts: 13
Full Name: Bryce Logan McMurrain
Species: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Devilverse (Paralell Earth)
Height: 5 foot 11 inches as a man / 7 foot 11 inches as a werewolf
Weight: 165 lbs as a man / 850 lbs as a wolf
OOC Name: Rott-i-kins
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Post by Bryce on Mar 13, 2014 22:15:09 GMT
Bryce's gray eyebrows rose up on his already wrinkled forehead.
No humans on Spero. He was one hundred and ten percent done with this situation already, and a little more than prepared to turn around and walk away from this feathery girl with her feathery girl problems, her Spero, and her no humans. He would've thought that she was just under the influence of something particularly strong, or just genuinely out of her mind if he wasn't so sure about seeing those wings on her back. What did that say about him? He was the crazy one here then, and that was no good. What had been in that drink last night?
When they shook and ruffled themselves, it really didn't do much for his mental state, but he managed to keep his face straight and not turn to run away. Barely. He was really good at holding in his desire to freak the hell out now.
"Bryce, Bryce McMurrain," he said, offering his hand again to her so that she could shake it. "I been on the beach befer, but uh. I knew I was supposed ta be on the beach them times. I didn't fall asleep on no beach."
Bryce looked up at the concerning color of the sky too, reaching to scratch his scruffy gray head. "Uhh. Yeah. The sky weren't purple last time I checked neither. Much mer familiar with the blue variety myself."
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Delsha
Accepted Character
Posts: 10
Full Name: Delsha
Species: Dreamborn
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Spero
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 85 lbs
OOC Name: Kendall
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Post by Delsha on Mar 14, 2014 12:24:23 GMT
Oh, the handshake! That was a human custom, wasn't it? Delsha barely remembered learning something about it long ago, and while she wasn't sure if she had it right, she didn't want to be rude by refusing, either. Hesitantly, like she expected him to break her fingers if she did it wrong, she reached out and took his hand, though she seemed to be under the impression that a handshake was side-to-side instead of up-and-down.
"Oh," she said, perking up a bit as she released his hand, "so, you woke up here too?" She paused. "You don't even know how you got here?" This was just getting more and more complicated by the minute, and it seemed like her chances of getting out and finding Elba were slim. The very thought made her lip start to tremble, and she felt on the verge of tears once more. She was in a strange place with no idea how she'd gotten there, no creator to guide her, no other residents of Spero around, and the sky was not supposed to be purple. On other planets, maybe, but not on hers. She wanted to go home.
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Bryce
Accepted Character
Cowboy Werewolf
Posts: 13
Full Name: Bryce Logan McMurrain
Species: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Devilverse (Paralell Earth)
Height: 5 foot 11 inches as a man / 7 foot 11 inches as a werewolf
Weight: 165 lbs as a man / 850 lbs as a wolf
OOC Name: Rott-i-kins
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Post by Bryce on Mar 17, 2014 23:03:27 GMT
Bryce blinked at their intertwined hands, chewing on the inside of his cheek as they shook them from side to side instead of the more usual up and down. She was crazy, but he was crazy too. They were both crazy. They were experiencing a moment of insanity together. At least it was a pretty moment of insanity. Purple skies and rolling waves on white, sandy beaches were pretty. He supposed. Everything would be a lot prettier if he knew where the hell he was though.
"That's right. Dunno how I got here. I'm jus'...here." His hands raised and then slapped down at his sides again. Funnily enough, this statement could be applied to his whole life. Bryce looked around, making a 'huh' sound, before starting up the beach. "Should probably figure out where here is, huh?"
He hadn't noticed her lip tremble.
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