RP:You're a Lycan, Alan
This is a Bard's Guild RP.
Summary: Brennia tries to explain to Alan that he has something unique about him. Little does she know there is much more to this man.
Smyth College of Bardic Arts
After finding your way through the Topiary Garden it would only be fitting to come upon a building which looks like a section taken right out of any castle in the same style as all of Schezerade, in all its decadence; marble forming the entirety of the large building accented with gold and platinum in which you'll have to cross over a glass bridge in order to reach it. The front door is welcoming for all shapes and sizes that are the citizens of Hollow and spans a great distance in it's solid French Door of a design. Opening it up one might be perplexed at the ability for the fortress to hold such music coming from the main hall there with all of the astute students practicing their talents. Once immersed, the eyes might be stolen by the gaping cathedral ceilings above, spotted by gold and platinum in which encircle mini glowing stones to mimic the night sky, but beauty is not what the ceiling is for; it carries one's voice in the most pleasing fashion. This main hall is quite a vast oval-shaped room, but the walls are shelves, carved into small diamond shapes. Each slot contains a scroll to nearly any song someone might wish to hear or practice in it's magic. Among the marvelous white-wood, gold-accented, concert grand piano in the middle of this large room there are a plethora of nearly every musical instrument imaginable, one just has to look.
Nearing further into the castle one's nostrils might pick up on the scent of mouth watering food being cooked wafting from the kitchen which is north of the main room and it also holds an elegant dining area containing a handful of small tables. In the corner of this kitchen there is a winding staircase which travels below where students are bustling to and fro. If you wish to stay, grab your favorite spirits from the well stocked kitchen and listen to the bardic magics, relax in one of the many luxurious sofas strewn about these two areas. Off to the east corner of the main hall, there is a locked staircase with an outreaching design in onyx stone overlay which is seemingly inking over into the pristine luxury you’ve found yourself in. It's as if the area above holds a darkness that's attempting to leak out into this little slice of heaven… Better just leave that door alone.
Alan | As Alan laid unaware in Brennia’s castle consciousness started to creep back in. It started with the pain of his muscles aching that caused him to open his eyes. Very squinty he looked around but had issues seeing exactly what his surroundings were due to blurry vision. His Body ached as it had many nights before. The events lingered on the very edge of his mind just out of memories reach. He was still having flashes, images creeping in. Not soon after that he realized he was in a bed and had no clothes on. " Great this again I didn't even wake up in this many unknown places when I was young and single. Being old and single this definitely isn't the lifestyle that I need" he said a horse almost unrecognizable voice. Aside from the usual aches and pains of the transformation that he was in aware of he felt weird. As if something had been crawling on his skin and that's when he noticed the weird black blurry lines on his body. Thinking it was some sort of creature he wrestled himself off of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thunk. After a few moments of struggle he realized that it was nothing he could do and just assumed he was seeing things. While laying on the floor he could hear the soft sound of the piano playing. It was a very solemn tune one that he had not heard before. Grabbing a blanket in wrapping it around himself as a cloak he began to fumble his way out of the room he was in. Moving with his hand along the wall it was a shame that he really couldn't see ,he could tell that it seem like there was a lot of effort put into this place to have great amount of detail in it and for the moment he was not going to be able to appreciate it the way he wished he could. Making his way into the room from which the piano music was playing he saw a tall female figure with dark hair sitting at the piano playing. Alan stumbled back at the side of her through has blurry vision. She look like the witch that caused all the terror and strife from his homeland. " No no you're, you're dead" he blurts out Horsley. Reaching for the nearest object and unable to tell exactly what it is he hurled at her with as much strength as his exhausted body could muster.
Brennia was, indeed at her grand piano as her long nimble finger play out the tune and under the solemn undertone there was a healing spell laced within it and Alan may feel his soreness melt away the closer he came to her main hall. Brennia is a bit different from most bards as she discovered if she focuses and connects just right she can feel every individual soul near her. Once his came close enough she felt his confusion and fear and just as before she was able to sort of bounce her sound off objects, it was a learned skill as well. Her instincts kick in and everything felt like it moved slower as if they were under water and she was able to stand to catch the vase that was hurled her way. She tucks the vase under her arm and smiles sweetly to the man who may or may not have cleared his vision by now through her healing all the while her wings open up. They tuck closely to her curvaceous figure while she sauntered closely to the man and he would see and smell now she is not the witch he was looking for. "Hello there, Alan." That silky alto timbre to her voice enhances his name to make it seem perverted and taboo, but alluring all the same. "Merry meet to you too... Is this how you usually treat a gracious host?" Those deep blue eyes set carefully down on him, drinking every inch of the specimen. "I see you did not receive my note I left for you... or the clothes." A soft and playful chuckle would be given before she added, "But if this looks suits you... So be it. No judgements here." She would extend her own hand to meet his in a handshake if he would allow it, "You may call me Brennia."
Alan had thrown the object he had slipped and stumbled being tangled in the blanket that he dragged with him. As Alan sat there and listen to The avian speak he got a little bit of subtle reassurance. This was not the witch that cursed him and he felt awful for throwing whatever it was that he had grabbed. " I am so sorry you look like well someone I knew once, I meant no disrespect" he said with a forceful push with every word. It's unfortunate that Alan's vision was blurry at the time of him waking for maybe this little exchange might not of had to happen. Embarrassed from everything that had just transpired being able to make out the shape of what the creature was. He reached out for her hand as a symbolism of friendship. " Brennia" that sounds really similar to someone I once knew" Alan said a little bit less stressfully. After making his way back up onto his feet and holding the blanket tighter than ever he felt something that he naturally assumed was whatever magic she was trying to work on him.
Brennia locked her gaze to his own before a brilliant smile spreads across those plump lips. Such a smile could melt hearts carved out of stone while they push adorable dimples into her cheeks, "Well, it seems out more animalistic sides met last night and had a bit of fun... Would you like a moment to adorn some clothes while my chef whips up some food?" Her gaze traces across the pattern her ink formed on his skin, "interesting... I think for the time being, to keep your transformations under control, I'll let you borrow that bit of ink." He could now see her caramel skin was covered in a beautiful and opulent tattoo pattern and most med subject The thought 'does that cover all of her I wonder' she was still looking down at the man seeing as she's six foot two, naturally.
Alan stood there with Brennia standing over him. She was offering clothes , food and it was obvious to him if she wanted to harm him she would have by now. She said something though that was quite peculiar to him, something that peaked his interest. "What do you mean animalistic sides, I don't believe we've ever met, but I am interested in knowing how I ended up here " he says while glancing all around. The floor beneath them was cold. It was this that reminded him that he had no clothes on. Closing his eyes with a scrunched face of embarrassment and gripping the blanket even tighter together “you know what hold that thought I'm just gonna head back this way where I woke up and I'll be back in a jiffy." after having gotten dressed and just a little lost in her castle he finally stumbles across the chef. He was very polite and asking what Alan wanted to eat. A little apprehensively though Alan wasn't sure what to ask for. He had no idea of knowing if the chef knew how to cook foods from his homeland. " i'll just have some boiled oats and a fruit if that's available" said.
Brennia waited in the dining area which was currently being worked on being expanded as carpenters mill about. Once Alan joined he would find poached eggs, toast, bacon and of course a recent warm bowl of oatmeal with a basket of assorted fruits. She thought a long moment on how to help Alan realize his other side as this new information can be quite hard to take or believe, “Alan…” her sultry alto tone started after he had a moment to get acquainted with his food. She sips on some orange juice while liberty blue eyes rest on his face, “have you been having nights where you black out? Where you don't remember what happens. You wake up in questionable positions, possibly next to some animal corpse?” She tucks some silky black hair behind a long pointed pierced ear, “have you ever heard of a Lycan?”
Alan sat at a table that had more food than he possibly knew what to do with. A Bit confused he was looking around as if expecting someone else or quite possibly a group of people. As he began to eat Brennia started asking him very odd questions. Unfortunately oddly enough they were things that he had been experiencing and when the word Lycan came out of her mouth it took him by surprise, oddly, he choked down a mouthful of oats and berries. Slightly looking up words with his eyes but not moving his head as if he had been a child in trouble "No not at all why would I" quickly glancing back down at his food. "how is it exactly that you know me I don't think I would forget meeting someone such as you" he says eagerly to change the subject.
Brennia doesn't blush or titter like a little school girl when it seems he's trying to flatter her, but she offers a kind smile from plump shapely lips as she answers him, “it would seem you didn't technically meet me.” She puts some eggs and toast on her own plate from the sharing platter between them as she assures him, “you will find that in the lands of Lithrydel that almost anyone here has their own… Demons.” Allowing a quiet moment of eating between them, “Lycans are well known through these lands and accepted, granted you have it under control. I know people that can help you, but we can thank our lucky stars that Raven was in a docile mood last night.” Finishing off her orange juice, “you are welcome to stay here in the castle, though I am in the process of building onto it to help my Guild. This will be a secondary location for Bards to learn of our skill, but I don't want you to worry on it. Come and go as you please, but know this…” her Bardic magic laces in with her tone to back it up with some malice, “you harm any one of my students because of your ignorance to your other half… I will hunt you down and you will pay.” Another pause between them as she allows her usual sultry timbre to return, “so… What do you say? Will you open your mind?”
Alan sat there with his eyebrows scrunched together thinking over what he just heard. ‘For whatever reason he thought she assumes that I am a werewolf?’ Stirring his oatmeal and fruit together in the bowl with a spoon clinking it gently against each side. "You might be a bit confused or Maybe you think I'm someone else. I really have no idea what you're talking about. I mean sure I have blacked out before but of course that's only because I don't get the chance to eat nearly as often as I should" Still playing with the spoon in the bowl he brings up the food to his mouth. "Mmm this is though the best breakfast I've had in a long time.”
Brennia had finished her breakfast by now and relaxed back into her chair, “you told me your name was Alan. I watched you change back into your current form.” A subtlest of shrugs given, “if you don't believe me now, that's fine. You will put it together on your own one day, but you should just believe it is nothing to be ashamed of.” One of the workers makes his way over to Brennia and consults with her a moment, but when they are finished to looks back to Alan. “I have some issues to sort out here on the dormitories being built. I do hope you find yourself comfortable here and do please let me know of anything you may need.” She stands to saunter her way to him and places a hand on his forearm in order to take her ink back. The scribbles of words on his skin return to its owner, but she leaves a small trace of her ink upon his skin as if a sort of tracker. “I'll leave a bit of my ink on you between your shoulder blades just in case you change once more… I'll be able to find you.”
Alan finished up his breakfast and wiped the food from his mouth. Looking at her with perplexing face. "Well if you'd like to help I'm looking for a book I came to Hollow with. It's about yay high and this long. Is has this symbol on it " Alan makes out a triangle with a circle on the top of the point.