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Post by snow on Jan 1, 2017 4:32:15 GMT -5
(Aw we love fireworks and people get kind of crazy with them here)
Xanthe's eyes widened. It was quite a shock, preparing yourself to be killed in the worst possible way by a child-eating monster, only for the monster to tell you its name. Which was what Xanthe was pretty sure it had done. In its own sort of way. "Your name is Shafer?" He asked, just to be sure. He was still scared- the nymph's behavior made sure of that- but the adrenaline was ebbing away as quickly as it had come. And Xanthe was tired. And still very, very hungry. I definitely won't survive a fight. Deciding to play along- maybe it will buy me time- Xanthe gestured slightly to himself. "Xanthe."
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Post by Ace on Jan 1, 2017 4:39:19 GMT -5
"Xanthe." How easy. The corner of Shafer's mouth quirked up in an amused smirk. He was dying to ask if that was the demon's real, given name or if that's just what humans called him because it was easy to make the correct noises, but he knew that question would be too hard to get through the language barrier. He didn't have the emotional energy for that. So he just gave a small nod of understanding as he strolled closer to 'Xanthe' only to move right past him once he was close enough, maybe possibly just wanting to watch him squirm at the close proximity. He glanced back and made an impatient motion with his hand, gesturing for him to follow.
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Post by snow on Jan 1, 2017 4:51:55 GMT -5
Xanthe was amazed, in a horrified sort of way. The nymph was named Shafer. And now it- Shafer- knew his name too. His thought process was interrupted when it suddenly moved towards him. Xanthe flinched, pressing his back against the tree- I just put myself in the exact same situation, different spot. The nymph- or, Shafer- went right past him however. Xanthe turned and peered around the trunk. The nymph wanted him to follow it. He shook his head quickly. It's just trying to trick me into something worse. Of course it would lead him deep into the forest, where its pond awaited, probably decorated with fire demon bones already. Of course.
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Post by Ace on Jan 1, 2017 4:59:22 GMT -5
i didnt expect xanthe to be so adorable))
Shafer squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds and hoped the gesture was perceived as annoyance and not what it really was, an impulsively desperate attempt to get some moisture into his eyes because oh god he was surely going to go blind if he didn't get into his pond soon. But he continued to play casual lest he scare his demon off. He flicked his wrist a second time, bouncing a little in impatience as he cast a glance deeper into the forest and hoped the direction he was looking in actually was the direction of his pond. "Please?"
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Post by snow on Jan 1, 2017 5:15:14 GMT -5
(LOL me neither. I suspect its only because he's scared poopless by Shafer. Baby will gain confidence soon)
The bubbling noise definitely sounded like a please. A drowning sort of please, like what Xanthe suspected he would sound like soon. However he was now incredibly curious (and still really, really, really hungry, by the way) and despite his better judgement, and literally every lesson from his hundreds of years worth of fairy tales and tutors... Xanthe kind of wanted to follow Shafer. Then nymph wasn't acting like it was going to eat him- though the previous incidents in which Xanthe was tackled and chased made him question if he was possibly delirious from shock (or hunger??). Maybe it was some sort of water nymph magic. He couldn't tell what kind of water nymph Shafer was, but Xanthe definitely remembered ones that had hypnotizing voices. That was probably what was going on here. Mentally cursing himself already, Xanthe crept slowly from behind the tree and stood up. "If you promise not to kill me."
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Post by Ace on Jan 1, 2017 5:33:08 GMT -5
the one time shafer doesnt want to be perceived as intimidating.))
Shafer watched the temptation flicker across the demon's face and recognized every separate stage of the decision making process, purely because he spent the better part of his life being told in detail how painful it was to watch him put so much thought into bad decisions. In any case, Shafer wasn't nearly self-aware enough to know these things. He was only present enough to coo happily when Xanthe got to his feet which earned him something of a distrustful look. His demon then grumbled out some nonsense in that billion-voices-for-the-price-of-one thing he had going on there. Shafer could only make out the word 'if' and that was enough for him to nod insouciantly, ready to agree to anything just to get this demon to bloody follow him. He gave his designated 'charming smile' just before he turned and strolled deeper into the forest, hips swaying happily and inciting a waterfall of gentle noise, courtesy of the beads dangling off his waist.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Jan 1, 2017 12:07:23 GMT -5
OOC Morning.
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Post by snow on Jan 1, 2017 12:33:03 GMT -5
(Sorry I crashed, it was insanely late)
Xanthe grimaced in disgust at what he was now pretty sure was Shafer's smile. At least it had agreed to not kill him. Unless it was lying and Xanthe was just stupid, in which case he deserved what was coming. He followed warily, staying almost three meters behind. The constant tinkling of the nymph's beads reminded Xanthe of home. He wished he had been wearing all of his jewelry when he'd been transported here, so he would sound like a song when he moved. Maybe all nymphs loved music and being beautiful- poor Shafer had clearly missed out on the second part, though its black hair was sort of pretty, the long way that it was. Like mine. "Shafer," He called up to the nymph, hoping it wouldn't change its mind about the no-kill thing. "Are you a boy?"
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Post by πβππ π£π on Jan 1, 2017 12:36:58 GMT -5
OOC So I'm making a new character, hope that's alright. Here he is. Also did you need me to repost the brothers forms? They aren't on the front page yet.
Alistair Vecktombordra ;; Fairy prince ;; Male Alistair is...well he's a very particular type of fae, however we're going to wait till we get into that. Let's start with a basic outline of his looks. He's tall, standing at 6'1, and before you start questioning...it's mostly because he chooses never to be in actual fairy size, which is quite small. He has a nice complextion and apparently a nice jawline, though he hasn't ever really noticed. He has dark green eyes and just a few small, faded freckles along the bridge of his nose and his cheeks. His hair is a natural soft black however there's some odd light blue and purple streaks in it that actually look kinda cool...just a bit odd, it's shaggy...quite a bit so, and falls down to his chin. He's very fit and scarred, making it quite clear that even for his relatively young age(as he can't be an adult yet, seeing as how he is at the orphanage), that he has seen war. His ears, well...let's get into what type of fae he is now. He comes from a very unique group of fae who are the guardians of their forest, which has always made Alistair feel most at home in a forest. His fairy kind have long, bug like wings that could look just about like any insect's wings, and their ears are unlike the usual pointed ears, they're...well they're long, furry, rabbit like. It's a tad odd, I know. So Alistair here has two long black and gray rabbit like ears that could either stand up or flop down, and his wings look like a replica of an iridescent dragonfly's, just larger, brighter, and since they're the source of his magic, sparklier. Like with pixie dust and stuff. Alistair is...well he's got a few problems. For starters he has this annoying, huge desire to protect, to have someone, something to protect and guard over. He just...he has too, and if he isn't the guardian of something, he isn't happy. He's a very by the rules type of guy who would never consider ever breaking the law and is extremely loyal and devoted. He's a pleaser, and he loves to make others happy, going as far as to put his own health at risk to make sure others are happy and he absolutely despises it when people don't like him because of it. He's actually a fairly energetic guy who literally has to go outside at least once a day or else he will go crazy. He's got a real bad habit of enjoying sweets too much, like ice cream or whatever else he could eat in his fairy kingdom, however he also obsesses over staying fit and in shape, so he exercises like crazy. Alistair secretly really yearns for companionship, he is truly happiest with others and hates being alone, and he's extremely defensive of his personal space. Do not get in his personal space, he will flip out or something. It's better to just not try...though deep down he actually really likes things like hugging, cuddling, touching, however he's buried that very far down. He hates the cold with a passion and honestly has a weird love of fire-probably due to loving anything warm. Also, for the record, he is extremely naive. You tell him something and he is going to believe it no matter how outrageous it sounds and the poor thing is so terribly easy to manipulate, it's just sort of pathetic. Alistair is a prince to his little fairy kingdom, and he fought in the war alongside his parents and his older sister, up until his parents died and he landed himself here. He firmly believes that he fought on the "Right" side of the war, however well, he technically didn't. It was the "Wrong" side of the war, but he didn't believe or know that. He honestly doesn't talk much about his past and finds the fact that he's a prince annoying because no, he doesn't need someone looking after him, he's the one who should be protecting others and that mentality drove his parents crazy.
I did not mean for this to be so long...
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Post by snow on Jan 1, 2017 12:41:56 GMT -5
(Did Alistair fight on the "good" or "bad" side of the war? Just curious since Xanthe's fam has a big part in the "bad" side. Also I like Alistair's last name a lot)
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Post by πβππ π£π on Jan 1, 2017 12:46:47 GMT -5
(Did Alistair fight on the "good" or "bad" side of the war? Just curious since Xanthe's fam has a big part in the "bad" side. Also I like Alistair's last name a lot) OOC Good I'm betting. But honestly, he is also like....unbelievably naive, and so I imagine he very well could have been fighting on the "Bad" side of the war without even realizing that it was considered the "bad" side. Because that's so like him. EDIT: We're going with the "wrong" side, because Alistair and his parents are both super gullible and they all definitely think it's the right side and it fits better for his character, who in other stories or roleplays has constantly been on the "wrong" side when thinking it was good. ICText
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Post by Ace on Jan 1, 2017 13:27:02 GMT -5
(Sorry I crashed, it was insanely late) Xanthe grimaced in disgust at what he was now pretty sure was Shafer's smile. At least it had agreed to not kill him. Unless it was lying and Xanthe was just stupid, in which case he deserved what was coming. He followed warily, staying almost three meters behind. The constant tinkling of the nymph's beads reminded Xanthe of home. He wished he had been wearing all of his jewelry when he'd been transported here, so he would sound like a song when he moved. Maybe all nymphs loved music and being beautiful- poor Shafer had clearly missed out on the second part, though its black hair was sort of pretty, the long way that it was. Like mine. "Shafer," He called up to the nymph, hoping it wouldn't change its mind about the no-kill thing. "Are you a boy?" Alistair hello <3))
Shafer continued to walk just fine but he was sure the powerful shudder that wandered up his shoulders when the demon spoke his name had been supposed to take him out. He was actually sort of proud of himself for a few seconds there before he realized it was the very first time this Xanthe guy addressed him by name and he couldn't even understand him. That was heartbreaking. He glanced back and gave him a lost look. Now that his toy was calmer, it was easier to correlate the language to his. But even then, he only made out that it was a question and that it was directed at him, which he could've picked up from inflection alone anyway. It was all a little bit infuriating. "What."
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Post by πβππ π£π on Jan 1, 2017 13:28:51 GMT -5
OOC There form for him all done. It ended up being far longer than I meant for it to be. XD guess I have a lot to ramble on about with him.
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Post by Ace on Jan 1, 2017 13:32:26 GMT -5
hes such a complex guy i love him))
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Post by πβππ π£π on Jan 1, 2017 13:37:09 GMT -5
hes such a complex guy i love him)) OOC Yes I love him too. Originally he was just gonna be some fairy guard, but then I wrote it out and that didn't happen. ICText
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Post by snow on Jan 1, 2017 13:41:39 GMT -5
Ugh. Xanthe gestured at himself. "Boy," He asserted, pulling at his long hair to show the nymph. Then he pointed a Shafer. "Are you a boy?" He spoke slowly, enunciating. Which admittedly, wasn't too helpful with his voices. Things tended to sound jumbled together, though fire demons had no problem at all understanding each other. But he knew that their languages were similar, because what and please had been almost the same. Another nymph thing, maybe. A fire demon and water nymph in the woods trying to understand each other's dialects had to be a ridiculous sight- though by now Xanthe was more worried about how far into the forest they had gone.
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Post by Ace on Jan 1, 2017 13:51:25 GMT -5
Shafer tilted his head and watched closely, with the terrifying thought that he'd be deemed stupid if he didn't get the concept this time. Hair? Did it have something to do with his hair? Because while it was very long and shiny, it was an absolutely ridiculous colour and the nymph was just hoping it wasn't asking a question that would lead to him having to tell his toy that. Oh, wait. Was he asking about what he had in his pants? Why would he ask that? Shafer gave an incredulous scoff and turned back to face the way he was walking, a somewhat uncomfortable silence settling between them for a few seconds. "Yes, I am a boy?"
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Post by snow on Jan 1, 2017 16:16:48 GMT -5
(Sorry, I had to buy stuff for a bbq)
Xanthe threw his hands up in defeat. That was maybe a yes? But also sounded like a question. How infuriating. He decided to just assume it was a yes. So Shafer was a male water nymph, and Xanthe could stop referring to him as 'it'. "Shafer," He said again, more cautiously this time. "Where are we going?" They had walked much further than he would've liked to with a strange water nymph, and Xanthe felt like the whole thing was definitely a trap and he was just gullible. He also noticed that he was also walking much closer now, only two meters from the nymph. Even if Shafer had a name, he still was a violent, child-drowning monster from the depths- one that Xanthe was currently following deep into the woods? I am so stupid.
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Post by Ace on Jan 1, 2017 16:26:59 GMT -5
Shafer dragged his claws up and down his arms absentmindedly as they walked, enjoying the pleasant scratch along his scales. It didn't hurt enough to be considered actual pain but it made him feel enough to keep him nice and present and grounded. He glanced back at his demon when he started talking for the umpteenth time since they started on their journey. Did fire nymphs have no patience? Had he not caught on to the fact that Shafer couldn't understand full sentences at the best of times? Honestly. "I am going to feed you," the water nymph told him nonchalantly, despite the excitement that welled up in his chest at the thought. In his culture, giving someone food was one of the most intimate things you could do for them. He could smell water, they were definitely heading in the right direction. He was pretty proud of himself for that.
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Post by snow on Jan 1, 2017 16:41:30 GMT -5
Xanthe rolled his eyes and gave up. They were obviously never going to understand each other. He decided to fix up his appearance a bit- clearly the nymph didn't care, but Xanthe had been through a lot that day and was looking a bit rough. His sleeve had come undone, so he unclasped the gold cuff and tucked the end of his sleeve back into it. His bare feet were totally dirty, but there wasn't anything he could do about that. He combed out his long hair with his fingers and began carefully braiding it up into what would eventually be a tight coil at the nape of his neck. That was the traditional way of wearing one's hair in company, though he doubted Shafer would appreciate the effort. It was just something Xanthe was used to doing.
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Post by Ace on Jan 1, 2017 16:55:51 GMT -5
Shafer heard Xanthe rustling around with his clothing back there but didn't bother looking back, too focused on getting back to his pond. The sweetly cool feel of water circling up his body with every step he takes, filling his lungs and wiping his mind clean if only for a few seconds, he could tell this was going to be his favourite part of the entire day. Even more than tackling Xanthe that one time. Shafer worked on dismantling the braiding he managed to get done on the walk over in preparation for home. He could never braid his hair and then get it soaked, otherwise it got very tangled and very gross and he couldn't deal with that, not in front of his toy. "There!" He chirped happily before taking off on a run, vaulting a log on the way with a level of athleticism he had no idea he possessed. He lingered at the water's edge for only a few seconds before he hopped in, landing with the water barely reaching his thighs. He glanced back at Xanthe, just to make sure he was still there. before diving in the rest of the way.
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Post by snow on Jan 1, 2017 17:08:06 GMT -5
Xanthe looked up in shock when Shafer exclaimed something and took off running. He sort of half-ran following the nymph, still trying to finish the braids. Stumbling around a log, he heard a large splash and froze in place. The nymph had led him to its pond. Shafer disappeared under the water and Xanthe stayed where he was, not wanting to approach the pool in case the nymph tried to pull him in. He had never seen that much water in real life before, though his brothers had told him about places where there was only water, for as far as you could see in every direction. He shuddered and looked around the clearing, wondering why Shafer had brought him there, if not to hurt him. Xanthe finished the coil of braids, which was tight and pulled at his scalp almost painfully, and climbed atop the log to sit and wait. For his inevitable death, probably.
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Post by Ace on Jan 1, 2017 17:24:47 GMT -5
When Shafer popped back up above the surface, he was beyond overjoyed to see Xanthe still hanging around. Looking lost and scared, yeah, but he was still waiting for him and Shafer really appreciated it. He lifted up a hand to acknowledge that before he disappeared back under the surface and looked around to find a fish pretty enough to be offered to his nymph of choice. He darted around the bottom of the pond leisurely, trying to stir up the wildlife enough to really see what his options were. He soon caught a glimpse of a brightly coloured fish the size of his forearm, brilliant red and orange scales reflecting what low light there was down there. It actually kind of looked like Xanthe. Just like that, his decision was made. He crouched down on the bottom and waited for that particular fish to forget all about his presence. It took a small eternity but eventually it wandered close enough to the nymph for him to dart his hands out and snatch it against his chest. It was hard trying to kill a fish without spearing it or ruining its scales or, more importantly, poisoning it. He didn't want to kill his nymph, that would be very upsetting. So he sank his teeth into its gills to bleed it out, doing as little damage as possible even with it still thrashing around as hard as it possibly could. The nymph paddled up to the surface as soon as it stopped moving. "I got you food," he announced happily as he stepped out of the water, holding the fish close like it was something truly special.
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Post by snow on Jan 1, 2017 19:07:13 GMT -5
Xanthe saw Shafer's head pop back up momentarily, long enough for the nymph to wave at him before he dived back under. Xanthe blinked in surprise at his behavior, but still didn't know what he was supposed to be doing. After a while, the demon got bored. Without the nymph there to keep him on his toes, he really was just hungry and lost. He yawned and studied his nails for awhile- which were, as always, golden (if not a bit dirty). Then he slid off of the log and ventured towards the water with the intention of looking for Shafer, but he had second thoughts and scurried back. Xanthe's stomach was rumbling and he was considering walking back to the orphanage when he heard a splash behind him. Shafer, dripping wet and holding a colorful fish, was saying something that he didn't understand. "I don't know what you're saying," Xanthe told the nymph, hopping off the log.
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Post by Ace on Jan 1, 2017 19:19:11 GMT -5
Shafer shifted his prize from one hand to the other as he bounced in place a couple times to get the excess water off him."You know. Food. For eating. For sustenance. To express my undying love." He spoke quickly and insouciantly, really not wanting to slow down enough for Xanthe to actually understand any of that. He approached him and held the fish out, finally looking a little bit sheepish. What if he didn't want it? That was actually a really bad thought, Shafer would have a meltdown if his nymph denied his gift. You weren't allowed to do that to water nymphs, refuse their gifts, but what if he didn't know that? This was a really big moment for the poor boy.
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Post by snow on Jan 1, 2017 20:43:09 GMT -5
Xanthe made a face, stepping back and putting his hands up, not to take the fish but to block it from himself. "Umm..." Shafer looked sort of shy, in his own creepy sort of way. "I don't like fish," He said awkwardly. He didn't want to anger the nymph, who clearly wanted him to take it. But it was all wet and slimy, so Xanthe couldn't touch it anyway without hurting himself.
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Post by Ace on Jan 1, 2017 20:51:04 GMT -5
Now Shafer couldn't understand him at all and he had no idea what his reasons were for rejecting his catch but all that was important was the fact that he was rejecting Shafer's gift. He stared in disbelief for a few seconds before he shook the pretty fish expectantly, as if giving the demon another chance to take it. "I will literally drag you into my home and drown you and devour your corpse if you do not take this fish, I swear to every god of mine. Do not test me, Xanthe, I got this for you and you specifically. Be grateful."
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Post by snow on Jan 1, 2017 21:42:09 GMT -5
(Oh my goood I'm on a school laptop and it crashed when I tried to post and I lost it I'm so done)
Xanthe was starting to panic. Shafer was obviously agitated, by the way he was waving the fish around. And whatever he was saying sounded really scary. "I can't touch it, its too wet," He told the nymph somewhat desperately. Attempting to make eye contact (which was hard because Shafer's eyes were totally black), Xanthe gestured at his palms. He would've just pulled his sleeves over his hands and taken it, but it was still wet and would soak through the thin fabric. For good measure, he pointed at the water before pointing again at his palm and then at the still-dull marks on his skin where Shafer had touched him earlier. "It's too wet."
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Post by Ace on Jan 1, 2017 21:54:34 GMT -5
i hate when that happens, i'm so sorry i relate :')
Oh. Ohhhh. Oh, okay. No, that was fine. That made sense. Like of course, best case scenario, Xanthe would kill himself in order to accept a gift from Shafer and make him happy. But he couldn't have everything, apparently. Shafer's shoulders slumped as he relaxed noticeably and glanced around. It was a few seconds of thought before he walked over to the shade and hung it up on a low hanging branch by its gills to dry off. "I forgive you," he reassured him lightly as he turned and strolled back over to the log. He sat down on the rough surface and stared up at his nymph expectantly.
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Post by snow on Jan 1, 2017 22:05:54 GMT -5
(This laptop gives me so much grief, but its a touch screen which is pretty cool)
"Oh, um..." Xanthe was surprised by the nymph's sudden change of mood. But definitely relieved, because for a second there he had remembered why he was so scared of Shafer in the first place. At least he had understood Xanthe's signing. Now, with the nymph staring expectantly at him, Xanthe had no idea what he was supposed to do. At what point did I start looking to a water nymph for orders? Xanthe's stomach growled and he suddenly had an idea. "You wanted me to eat it?" He asked Shafer, pointing at the fish and then pointing to his own mouth. Maybe... well, Xanthe didn't like fish (as he had discovered with the dream-cat), but maybe with the nymph's help he could cook it. That would be something at least, because he'd seen the kinds of centipedes and such in this forest and they were much smaller than the food he was used to.
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