RP:The Chase

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Summary: The Raven finds herself a nickname and a new play mate.


Scenic View

Oh, the view! You think to yourself, as you overlook this cliff. You feel no fear from this great height, due to the amazing view down the mountain, to a tree-filled valley. From here you can see a large park, with people eating and playing sports of all kinds, as well as rolling hills and a large fountain. Beyond that is the great Xalious Tree, the incarnation that the god of the same name has taken. Also visible from here is a small village resting in a valley in between the mountains, and above that the great Mage Tower, the training place of the spell casters. You think you could stay here forever, taking in these wonderful sights, but you must press on soon. Off to the east, you notice a small hut in rather shoddy condition, probably unused for quite some time. In a quiet corner is a tiny little grave, freshly dug surrounded by many flowers, the majority of them being baby's breath and crisp fresh purple roses. All of them left in tribute for what you expect was a very young soul. A roughly carved statuette of a young feline is here, with, - You will not be forgotten' engraved in the base


Brennia had come to terms with her darker side in realizing that there needs to be a balance between the two and tonight was a choice to give in to let it play. With the taste of wine on her lips and the sound of crackling fire in the main hall of her castle she fluttered her eyelids closed… A moment passed as the sound of her chef's retreating footsteps ring in her elongated pointed ears, but when the door to the Favored Wing closes and her eyelids ease open there was nothing but black filling her iris. Inky has taken over and with a pointed toothed smirk she saunters her way out of the Castle and into the air for a bit of flight play before setting her course for a cliff. Once her bare feet land on the cool grass Inky didn't know what came over her, but she started howling into the crisp air of the night like a wolf and the bardic enchantment allowed it to carry throughout parts of Xalious and parts of Kelay as if looking for a friend to play with on this night.


Alan | As the nights had gone since Alan arrived in Hollow this night was no different. He lay pressed up against a tree trying to sleep. It had been almost 9 months by Alan's count of how long he had been torn from his home and not a single night had he gotten a decent nights sleep. Alan had seen many curious creatures and beings over the last few days. He ate the small creatures like rabbits and an occasional duck, but mostly he treated them the same as he had people in his home land. He turned a blind eye to them and made sure they didn't see him. Tonight, though, something was different… Something he heard caught his ear, it was a howling. He couldn't tell how far away it was, only where it was coming from. Against his better judgment he pulls himself away from the padded down patch of grass and starts walking toward the howl.


Brennia | Inky dances about barefoot near the cliff and sways as if smoke floating above water and her hair plays into it as well - floating about her form as if she's submerged under water. Her large black wings look as if they are carved from onyx stone and reflect specks of dark greens and deep blues in the moonlight. In between howls her silky alto timbre seems to entice and relax at the same time - even at different harmonies as she is accessing both of her vocal chords. If one was to see passed the swirling ink on her caramel complexion, sharp looking teeth, stone wings and the demonic looking eyes they can see this vessel is quite the stunning one with such graceful movements. One might try to get in close and see how that works out for them if they are bold enough, maybe they can just watch from afar at the unusual spectacle.


Alan starts to approach the direction from which the sound is coming and he notices a figure with wings dancing as if it they are celebrating or taking part in some ceremony unknown to Alan. As he approaches he began to realize that it's possible that he may have made a mistake and should've never of left the tree that he had been sleeping by. Finding a decently sized patch of tall grass and he kneels down in it with hopes to conceal himself from this creature that he's staring at. Alan is legitimately afraid he'd never seen anything like this, a dark winged creature that looks as if she is possessed by a demon. Crouched in the high grass Alan begins to slowly make his way backwards hopes the creature will not notice him, but the continued howls coming from the creature start to stir something with in him. Something Alan does not yet understand. He doesn't make it very far, a few steps maybe, before Alan's vision becomes blurry. His sense of smell becomes exponentially overwhelming, everything in his environment seems to give off some sort of stench. From the grass, to the pollen of the flowers, to the trampled dirt worn down by many travelers, everything began to stand out in bold with a smell. Alan recognizes what is about to happen for it has happened so many times before; he is about to lose consciousness and he doesn't know why. Quickly as he can he removes the belt from around his waist and ties it around his leg while fastening the other end to a small tree stump nearby. Being able to recognize that he is about to black out and knowing when this happens he usually wakes up and other places. This is an attempt for Alan to learn what is going on during the lost time and hoping he will wake up in the same place. His vision blackens and as far as anyone knows Alan is gone and something else is taking his place.


Brennia | Inky sets her dark gaze on the changing lycanthrope even though she already felt his lost and confused presence through her bardic powers during the howling and humming. Her howling stops while those bare feet saunter closer to the wild animal with a look of awe. He is so large and majestic, but above all he is unique and Inky's heart flutters at he sight in a deep, instant, infatuation. The howling ceases and her sweet voice lulls and calms the massive beast with her bardic magics in hopes to come in closer and closer to the being. If the calming tune works and the beast stays put enough to allow the beautiful avian close he would pick up his most favorite scent emitting from the alluring woman. Somehow the lullaby continues while that silky alto tune echoes out to him, "If you think hard enough I may hear you... What is your name - beautiful." Those inked over optics look over every muscle cut into the beasts' form as if a hungry hunter looking upon its prey. She remembers how to handle chaotic lycanthropes as she was in love with one once upon a time. Through the humming and upon closer proximity she could feel the confusion, loss and hurt within the soul and with every note it will fill every metaphorical crack upon his soul as if a sponge to liquid.


Alan | As the transformations happen, Alan generally is never conscious for any of them, and for him remembering what happened and what caused his loss of time was nearly impossible. Like a dream that slips away from you just as you're waking up. Alan had done something different this time though. He had tied his belt around his leg and anchored it to a tree. Tying it around his legs so tight it felt as if someone had had an ax digging into it. Alan, this time, is somewhat conscious for the pain from the belt around his leg somehow helps him through the transformation from man to beast. He is still fractured though and absurdly confused. It is as if someone has poured melted wax into his brain. Everything s magnified, night is as day and everything reeks of a stench so strong that it would have drove him insane had he not been so flummoxed already. As he lays there clawing at his leg like a wild animal caught in his own trap a scent he never smelled before began to dominate the senses. Turning to look, he then sees the female figure he saw before all of this happened. She is making her way towards him, humming and singing what sounded like a lullaby. The closer she gets the more fearful he became. Much like any trapped animal would behave he begins to bare his teeth with a low growl in hopes that this will deter her from coming any closer. For reasons unknown to Alan and to this beast she continues. As she does, something that has never happened to the beast before. She seems to be calling out to him, trying to isolate the humanity buried deep within hardened bone-like fur and for just a moment the beast is able to think "Alan"


Brennia | Inky's plump and shapely lips turn up in a confident smile without bearing teeth because she knows, for he beast side of lycans, that is an invite to fight. She lowers herself and bows her head with her palms open to the creature as a signal that she is not here to harm - she is here to help. Her calming tune continues as that alluring voice reaches out to him, "So simple and perfect for such a beautiful creature." She continues to try and inch closer to him as she places a hand on her chest above her perky bust, "I like to go by, The Raven in this state... but you can call me Brennia, too. Okay?" The Raven's wings hugs tight to her curvaceous form for now as to not frighten him. "Are you lost, Alan?" Internally, Brennia is watching as if trapped, but she watches the scene play out with a surprise to how Inky is so caring to this lycan... Maybe she sees a kinship to the beast.


Alan | As the beast lays there due to its other side's indolent snare, he makes a brief, but rare connection. Almost forgetting about it's leg, but the very same thing that had helped keep some kind of consciousness is also to blame for what is about to happened next. The beast breaks his gaze from what his other side would've considered to be a very attractive creature and looks back down at its captive leg. Unable to place it's claw underneath the belt due to the simple fact that it was already tightly fastened when he was just a person. The belt now dug into the creatures leg due to the increase in size from the transformation. Looking back at Brennia or the Raven as it called itself that as well. The creature drew a claw and begin to slowly drag it over it's a leg trying to cut the strap. In doing so he gave off a very unpleasant screeching sound. It was akin to dragging nails used in carpentry over glass. As the strap finally broke the sound of it slightly startled the beast. Flinching slightly and not paying attention to the direction that he was moving he turned and found himself nearly nose to nose with the beautifully winged creature. The beast got lost in her eyes for just a moment before the shooting pain in his left leg from where the strap had been came rushing to its mind. Bringing anger and rage from the pain and not knowing who was to blame for it the beast took off in a sprint knocking shoulders with Brennia as he tried to pass by her. Glancing at her as he passed as if he was inviting her on a chase.


Brennia | The Raven looked concerned into the creature's galaxy patterned optics before it's attention was taken by the strap, "Aw, that bad human." Her voice a lighter in a soft tease before he started to break himself free from the strap. His surprise became her own and the humming stopped entirely while the silence between them and their meeting gaze seemed to last forever before he shouldered her and sending her staggering off to the side, out of the way of this massive beast. Not without her hand placing a hidden mark with the Ink on one of his ossein shoulders, almost like a tracking device to The Raven. She was spun around and accepted the invite starting off in a full sprint and she was tall for a woman so it wasn't too hard to keep up with him for the first part of their chase, but once the creature got comfortable in his own gait to speed faster and faster she would have to resort to those onyx stone wings. She even toyed a bit with the stone feathers which have now become like short swords or daggers sending them close to his path, but making sure not to aim right at him for she only wanted to play around a bit before lowering down to hover next to the beast before a wink was given. She soars back up practically blocking the rays of the moon before giving a couple loops and landing before his path now.


Alan | As Brennia and the beast engaged in this little game of cat and mouse she seemed to be able to keep up with him quite effortlessly. With how big the beast is he was able to cover large amounts of ground quite quickly. So her being able to keep pace was quite impressive to werewolf. After glancing back and not seeing her behind or next to him he thought that maybe he quite possibly lost her. Until he decided to look back in the direction that he had been fiercely running only to see her already on the path in front of him. Up to this point The werewolf had only been running on his hind legs. He was a bit different than most of his kind in regards with still being very new to the transformation. He had not yet discovered running with all fours could propel him much faster. The The beasts eyes widened when he realized if he could not stop himself he would slam into her and quite possibly risk injury with how sharp her black wings were. Just as suddenly as he took off running he extended his claws with his feet and hands to come to a screeching stop tearing up the ground behind him. Brennia had that same look she did when Alan had found her before he changed, and the beast decided it was time to find out what the howling was all about. Making his way over to her while walking on all fours to seem lower to the ground, he spoke in a voice barely human sounding " loshed not loshed, iumm seeerching". After making his way to what would be an arm's-length away at least a werewolves arms length away he decided to stand, and was much taller than what I think Brennia expected. Looking down at her he waited for her to reply.


Brennia | The Raven kept a smirk as the beast charged her for she continued a nearly inaudible hum which she used in combat to allow her to sort of feel her opponents movements. She would have dogged out in time or used his strength and momentum against him for she knows she is no match for this marvelous creature. He towers over her but she did not cower away, no, she stood her ground and looked up at him as the sound of his voice hit those elongated pointed ears, leaving her in only more amazement. "Let me help you... Who or what is it you are searching for?" She swayed lazily back and forth while the hum of her voice grew a little louder in a relaxing tune and she seemed a little sleepy herself as if this form was taking its tole. Her iris' seem to sort of pulse as if someone were to drop bits of ink in the bluest of waters and then dissipates. Those sturdy large wings tuck closely to her curvaceous form as they no need to block his path now and of course this beats most favorite scent would be granted from the Avian. "I think we can help each other..." She grins again with those plump lips without bearing teeth and an extended palm would be given up to the lycan.


Alan | The werewolf looking down on the avian with her hand held out recognized this gesture as a symbol of friendship. It was very hard for him to keep his focus , as the beast inside was telling him to run hunt and feed, the human mind was pushing back for control. The physical manifestation of this was shown by his eyes shifting from the galaxy cluster pattern to blue and back again. The pain that Alan used as a mental crutch to hold on to some sort of control for consciousness had long been faded due to the rapid regeneration trait that most werewolves share. Letting out a howl so loud and bloodcurdling, it shook the trees and split a nearby mound causing the roots of a tree growing on it to become exposed. This howl was much different then what you would expect out of a creature that is as common in the world of Hollow as a werewolf. For it sounded as if not only the wolf crying out but the man buried underneath the beast screaming as well. With that he looked down at the Avian and extended his clawed hand as if he was going to push it up against her own. But something unexpected happened. While extending his hand there appeared to be subtle hints of flesh growing over the claw. His breathing became much more labored. Realizing what was happening the beast let out another roar, but it was not as fierce and powerful as it had been before for in the moment it begin to fade into a human sound. Taking a step forward and placing what looked like a human hand into the avian's he begin to lose his massive size as well. Eventually what stood before her was not the beautiful beast that she seem to admire but a naked man, who looks like he had just been through hell. As he began to lose strength in his legs he clinched the avian on his way down. "help me , please.... it has to .... " he mutters with labored breathing as he hangs there holding onto her.


Brennia | The Raven closed her eyes in the howl as it sends a shiver down her spine and he might even notice the stone feathers appeared to fluff outward at it. The Raven got what she wanted out of the night, a new play pal, but she too was tired of holding this form for too long and expelling her powers as such. As the lycan changed back Brennia seems to change with the man and close the distance between them in order to hold him up, which wasn't a hard task for her since he is a tad smaller than her. She was still able to muster up enough strength to bid The Raven's help in her next task. Gradually, Alan would start to be covered in his own type of tattoo pattern it seems and it chose for him something that looked like a written script with beautiful calligraphy. This ink holds magical properties and for a short time it will not allow Alan to transform into a lycan while Brennia hoisted the gentleman over her shoulder without shame and carry him the short distance to her castle in order to help him. All the while she will be humming a soft lullaby to let the man's mind dream in a restful sleep. Once she arrives up in Schezerade she will place him in his own room inside of her home with it's own wash room and sun blocking curtains. She readies the room with a few items of clothing that look his size and a note containing beautiful handwriting,

"Dear Alan,

Merry Meet, if you wake and no one is here ~ do not panic.

My name is Brennia Smyth and this is my home. I found you last night and agreed to help you.

My chef, Zachael, is eager to make your acquaintance if you desire breakfast he will be much obliged to assist you.

With Care,

Brennia Smyth"


"P.S. Worry not the Ink upon your skin... It is mine and it is not permanent for you."