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Post by anycent on Jul 12, 2009 12:34:10 GMT -5
John walked into the junkyard and shifted into his dog form. He loved being in dog form he felt free. He walked over to an old sofa and sat on it. The air smelt so fresh.
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Post by anycent on Jul 12, 2009 13:17:00 GMT -5
John got up of the sofa and walked over to the girl. He began sniffing her. He morphed into human form. "Hi I'm john." He said.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jul 12, 2009 13:46:33 GMT -5
Amber peeked her little head up over the side of the building top in caution. She knew she wasn't supposed to be here, though curiosity took over. Consciously she wondered what might happen if she was spot, so she took extra careful. She had found a well hidden spot on top of a building roof. The roof was fairly flat and had an elevated edge which greatly helped her hide. Amber crouched low and kept her ears down so no one would see her.
Honestly, she really didn't know what brought her here. Amber wasn't that curious of the junkyard, and she really didn't want to get caught by any Assassin. That would definitely not help. Her breath was a little fast, but she managed to stay calm. She could feel her back beginning to warm up from the morning sun. Normally she would be sunbathing somewhere, as her black fur captured the heat well, but she would have time to do that some other day. Her golden eyes peered down below.
Mostly everything seemed in place, as much as it could get in a junkyard. Amber could see many broken bits of glass, plastic, bottles, and pretty much trash. There were some bigger things piled up like arm chairs and ripped up pillows. Amber's eyes darted back and forth right after looking around, she didn't want any risks. Her eye caught a sitting figure on an old beat up sofa. She quickly recognized the figure as a dog, a Siberian Husky to be exact.
Its fur was a fluffy mahogany mold color and had a firm fitting collar with a tag. Amber blinked and tilted her head. She had never seen this dog before, though she had seen Siberian Huskies, yet this one had a collar. Did it belong to someone maybe? Amber wasn't quite sure as it was just sitting there doing... well, nothing really. Her whiskers twitched in thought, unsure what to do. Amber was against going down though. She didn't know all the shifters, even if she knew many, and this one might be in the other gang.
"How come this place is so freaking quiet? It's a junkyard, you would have thought delinquents would be crawling all over the place!" Amber quickly turned her head to the sound, popping a neck muscle in response. She let out a quiet hiss of pain, ouch! Her eyes glazed over a walking figure, a girl. Amber recognized her at once, Caela! Her ears perked up and she leaned down a bit with her neck over the edge. Her face was scrunched into an annoyed expression, though Amber wasn't sure what. She hadn't noticed her before, so she was certain she wasn't talking to the dog. Was it hers maybe?
Suddenly the teen stopped abruptly in her tracks, and her words caught in her mouth. She stopped and stared at the dog, probably wondering why it was there, just as Amber had. Amber tensed and put a paw on the ledge, ready to jump if Caela needed her. Then again she could just shift, but she was too close and there wouldn't be enough time. Amber was unsure, but she had dealt with dogs before and was sure she could at least get this dog to leave her alone.
The dog flicked and ear and suddenly came alive. It cocked its head toward Caela, sensing someone was near. For a moment it just sat there, but then it hopped off and trotted toward her. Amber tensed, but it was obvious the canine was friendly. It had a funny lope and its ears were relaxed. That and of course its tail was wagging. Still, Amber stayed quiet, watching to see what would happen between the two.
Caela had stood still, but leaned back slightly as the dog came near. The canine had stopped in front of her and leaned in to cautiously sniff her legs. For a moment nothing happened until the dog walked back a few steps and did something Amber probably would've killed him for if she didn't know Caela was a shifter like herself. It shifted.
Amber stared, wide eyed at the figure that stood now. She blinked and kept staring in surprise. Amber gritted her teeth and laid her ears back in annoyance. That man was lucky that Caela was a shifter. If he wasn't, Amber probably would have gone down there and done something. She knew that was highly dangerous, every shifter did. Apparently this one was no trained or had not been taught.
What if someone had seen? It was a common shared rule between every shifter that lived: Never let anyone know you're a shifter. That is unless you know the other person was a shifter too. That dog could have gotten killed. Yes, he was very lucky Caela was a shifter. She closed her eyes mutely sighed and let the anger slowly wash out. Well the point was, she was a shifter. Nothing had happened. It was very lucky.
Amber opened her eyes back up and studied him. The man, or boy more like it now, seemed a little older than Amber. He wore a casual button up shirt along with jeans. It seemed well enough, but Amber had no concern over his look. Amber leaned back, and laid behind the ledge to hide herself, allowing her to think more clearly. She wondered what she would do. She couldn't allow herself to be seen, yet. No action needed to be taken until something happened. Amber only hoped that Caela wouldn't do anything stupid. Her personality seemed to be on her side for once, hopefully she would teach the guy a lesson.
((Permission from Lore for Caela's reaction.))
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Post by anycent on Jul 12, 2009 17:48:22 GMT -5
OOC: Dogs sniff peploe all the time to take in peploes scent. Its perfectly naturaul. I don't know for a shifter I'm just trying to make this interesting. BIC: I'm really sorry. I've just been running on my insincs lateley. I try to control it but my dog instincs tell me to do it. My dog conceins and human conceins have been batling it up in my head. Please don't tell anyone about my powers. I've kept it secret for the past 8 years.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jul 12, 2009 18:17:07 GMT -5
((Yes, but remember this is a human who shifts into an animal. Your character has human thoughts and instincts, not animal. If John were an animal who shifted into a human it would be a little bit different... Also on a note, please, please, please check your grammar (this includes quotes, commas, capitalization, punctuation, etc...) before posting.
Also try adding more detail, for example... is your character nodding while he talks? Does he smile or frown, maybe he twitches while he thinks. Also try to add detail on other things, like things he notices: other characters, his thoughts, what does everything look like? Hot, sunny, cold, dark, is there a moon?
Remember to add these things, it helps us greatly in responding if you add more details about what your character does. Think about what you would do if you were your character!))
"Holy crap!" Amber took a breath and looked back over the ledge again. She took careful precaution in keeping hidden. She looked just in time to see Caela staggered backwards in surprise. I mean, who wouldn't be? It would be very odd if someone were to change into an animal right in front of them. It took a short moment for her to catch her bearings and calm down. Her eyes closed in thought, but soon opened.
She frowned and reluctantly spat out, "You. John, I don't like you right now. You damn near gave me a heart attack!" She lifted her head just enough to glare at him. Caela's eyes were lived and she stood tensed in anger at him. She crossed her arms and her face fell back into an annoyed frown, "Do you know how dangerous that is?! What if I hadn't been a shifter? I mean come on--there is stupid and there's THAT!"
Amber sighed in relief, glad that Caela actually had yelled at him. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but as long as he would know. Her white whiskers twitched in amusement at her comment. Her reaction was somewhat suspected, being a hot head and all. In the end, Amber was glad she came, though still nervous she might see something. Although this shifter was, against Amber's good personality readings--pretty stupid, he might be useful in the guild. That is, if he wasn't already in the Thieves.
"Please, John, tell me you don't run around shifting in front of everybody? Because if you do I might very well have to get violent with you until you learn that's a very bad thing to do." Her words were quiet, and Amber had to strain forward to hear them even with her sensitive ears, but they were laced with anger and annoyance. Amber herself wouldn't have exactly mentioned it like that, but as long as he got the point.
This... John guy, bowed his head in apology. "I'm really sorry. I've been running on my instincts lately. I try to control it, but my dog instincts tell me to do it. My dog conscious and human conscious have been battling it up in my head. Please don't tell anyone about my powers. I've kept it secret for the past 8 years..." He trailed off, unsure of what else to say. Amber nearly yelled out loud. 8 years?! This guy has been a shifter for 8 years?!
Amber clamped her teeth shut, willing herself not to jump down now and hiss at him. How could he be a shifter for 8 years and not know the rule? How many people has he done this to? What if Caela hadn't been a shifter? Amber sincerely hope that he didn't just tell everyone this. She herself had almost been caught, and for that had received a scar that would never fade.
She also caught on to something he had previously mentioned, 'my dog instincts tell me to do it.' What. There's got to be some joke. Animal instincts don't take over a shifter unless you were born an animal. Amber liked spending as much time as she could in her cat form actually, and she never once felt the need to chase a mouse, bug, or a bird. Sure she groomed herself and used body language, but that was a part of being an animal. Not the instincts though.
Of course, she could be wrong and he may well be an animal shifter. It didn't seem very likely thought. There aren't many of those now a days, there were maybe 2 or 3 in Shelpey Alley all together. She had never seen this man before, maybe he's new to Shelpey Alley. Did he come from a place with other shifters? Amber desperately wanted to know about this man, but she couldn't do anything. Or more likely, she wouldn't. She didn't want to get caught, and there might be a small possibility that it was a trick. The second in command of the Thieves captured by the Assassins? That would not be a pretty sight.
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Post by anycent on Jul 13, 2009 13:58:08 GMT -5
Well I not,I was just taking in your scent,I like doing that. So lets just forget about this as they say its water under the bridge.
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Post by anycent on Jul 14, 2009 16:19:36 GMT -5
OOC:Well ok I'll fix it up.
BIC: "Well I'm realy sorry I did that." "I like doing it." "Well as they say its water under the bridge." John morped into dog form and barked."
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jul 15, 2009 1:03:14 GMT -5
((Since anycent posted twice on pretty much the same thing, I hope it's okay that I just combined the quote into one. It would be kind of odd after all if John said the same thing twice. Eh, I'm sorry there's so much thought right now and no words. I swear Amber will come in as soon as I see a good spot for her to!))
As Amber previously guessed Caela was not too pleased. Frowning she briefed him, "If you have been a shifter for that long, you must know the golden rule." She paused to pinch her nose in frustration, maybe calming herself down? "ever tell anyone - anyone unless you know they're a shifter too - what you are. It could get us all in trouble, and we don't want to be the ones paying for your stupid mistake." Her words were quietly spoken, but a trained ear could pick out the tension in her words. Caela took a breath and shook her head to look at up at him. "You're lucky... might just have doomed... number of... in.... Shelpey..." Caela muttered darkly at him. Amber twitched her whiskers in annoyance of not being able to hear the girl. If the muscle anatomy of a cat could allow it to frown, Amber would be along with a wrinkle in her forehead. She didn't know exactly what she had said, but Amber could guess along the lines of what Caela mentioned. "Uh, this might sound weird, but... are you an animal to shifter humor or something? I've never heard of a shifter who has problems with animal instincts in either form if they're a human to animal shifter, at least...." The girl cocked her head, watching him as if she were waiting for him to deny--at least that's what it looked like to Amber. The view from the three story building didn't allow a good view point. Admittedly it did make a decent sight seeing area, if only it weren't next to the junkyard. Over yonder, she could pick out citizens as they mechanically worked in their offices. She flicked her golden orbs back down to the two shifters. "Well I'm really sorry I did that, I like doing it and I was just taking in your scent anyway. I like doing that. So let's just forget about this as they say, it's water under the bridge." The man shrugged as if it were all okay. Okay? Nothing was okay! This... John just admitted he liked sniffing her along with the fact that he was 'just taking in her scent'. Didn't he just say it was his 'dog instinct'? Amber licked her nose, suspicious of this guy. Though she was troubled by John, her mind whispered praise for Caela. It turns out Alex and Amber were right about recruiting her to the Thieves it seemed. Although she did obviously have a temper, beyond that the girl was actually smart and thought things true. Of course the feline would never say this out loud, but it was nice to point it out to herself anyway. Her mind tumbled back to John and her own inquires about him and his doings. The first thing that came to her mind was, "... water under the bridge." Whose they? No one actually says that. Amber couldn't even guess what it meant. Did he mean it just doesn't matter anymore? That was far from the truth! Of course this matters! Here is this... 8 years shifting dude who doesn't know any of the rules about shifters. Did he want to be killed by the government? Or poked and prodded as an experiment? She watched him with carefully suppressed annoyance and anger, very unlike her. Amber wasn't one to snap at people, and she was a nice, caring person pretty much all the time. Of course there's always those little occurrences, bad luck. Maybe there's no such thing as bad luck or good luck though, just misfortune and it's occasional absence. His body grew smaller and smaller, fur covering his body within milliseconds. A snout poked out and ears shifted to the top of his head. His tail bone grew into a fluffy curled tail. All within a few split seconds he was back into a dog. Just wonderful. John titled his head up to Caela's now higher head and barked at her with his tail wagging... like a dog. What is with his guy? People just don't go answering questions, horrible as the answers might be, and then suddenly shift back. It just isn't right. The man didn't even seem shifter civilized. Amber flattened her ears against her head in a mind crisis. What should she do? Should she wait for him to change back? For Caela to shift into her hawk form? Maybe she should shift and go down there. Maybe she should just go down as a cat? Stay put? If anything, neither of them would recognize her. Caela wouldn't be able to understand her while she was in her normal form, and besides the girl didn't know her animal form yet. Then again, if she did shift, Caela would be able to recognize her voice even as an animal, that is if she didn't forget her voice. The possibility didn't seem likely. Amber leaned her head a little more and peered closer. Was there even a way to get down? A little ways off from the building top was a rusty, collapsed bus. It was missing all its tires and the leather seats inside were all torn up. Amber also noticed with some humor that someone had taken the steering wheel. That could've been a happy souvenir. She nearly snorted, well... sneezed, at the thought. Beyond that she could then just jump onto the couch, only a few yards away from where the two stood. The cat vigorously shook its head, clearing thoughts away. She was indecisive--maybe it would just be best to wait a little longer.
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Post by anycent on Jul 15, 2009 10:16:47 GMT -5
John felt very sad. "Look lady I've been a shifter for the past 8 years and no one told me about the golden rule." "One day I woke up and found a strange tatto on my arm and got the abilty to shift." "No one told me about the rule because no one knew I was a shifter!" John morphed back into dog form and growled at Calea. "Look bird brain if you want to help me learn the ways of the shifter that would just be fine!" "Or you can continue to harrass me until my small dog brain explodes!"
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jul 15, 2009 13:27:06 GMT -5
((Just setting back a little bit in the story to catch Caela's actions and words.))
Amber watched carefully as Caela's expression darkened as John spoke. Again she pinched her nose in anger, "Well, John," She practically whispered, but Amber caught the words. They were laced with malice. Gosh, I didn't realize how angry she could actually be! It seems that Alex and Amber had just gotten the annoyed part of her. "Not everybody else likes being sniffed. Did you ever bother to stop and think about that?" Her words were stiff and strong, kind of snappy Amber would guess. Her hand fell from her face to let it lightly swing a moment before it stopped at her side. Her eyes gleamed with strong emotion as she stared him down.
"Did you ever bother to-" Caela was cut off as John had shifted. Amber bit back a chuckle, or a purr... of amusement... yeah amusement. Caela glared down at the dog, "I could kcik you right now, fleabag. Have you never even heard of manners? The hell do you think you are, running around shifting in broad daylight?! Shifting in the middle of a conversation with somebody! I have some news for you, buddy. It's not just water under the bridge, I'm not just about to forgive you for sniffing me, shifting in broad daylight like an idiot and then shifting back in the middle of a conversation. And to put the icing on a cake if you don't start showing me you have manners, I'm going to make you regret ever meeting me."
Wooooah. Amber crouched back down at her words. Her comment was strong and low, probably just stopping herself from yelling. With her ears back and body low, she slowly looked back over the ledge. Even though Caela wasn't yelling at her, the girl had a temper, and nearly freaked Amber out. Of course, she wouldn't do anything unintelligent like that other shifter. She just hopped she'd never have to be the butt of the anger after seeing this.
"Look lady I've been a shifter for the past 8 years and no one told me about the golden rule. One day I woke up and found a strange tattoo on my arm and got the ability to shift. No one told me about the rule because no one knew I was a shifter!" The husky backed up a few paces and with his head down, growled at her in a low pitch. Amber knew Caela wouldn't be able to understand him since she was in her normal form. The cat guessed all she understand was growls and barks, but Amber knew what he was saying. That dog should be glad Caela couldn't understand him.
"Look bird brain, if you want to help me learn the ways of the shifter that would just be fine! Or you can continue to harass me until my small dog brain explodes!" Amber continued to stay low, but her mind now thought it would be a good time to come out. She was caught up on one thing though, 'One day I woke up and found a strange tattoo on my arm and got the ability to shift.' What. The. Fuck. Amber was so glad she was thinking. She would never hear the end of it if someone caught her cussing. It just wasn't her.
The situation did call for it though. That was impossible. No on just wakes up and is suddenly a shifter! It's against the laws of nature. The laws of being a shape shifter. He was born with it, the idiot. He didn't even know what he was talking about. Amber had been a shifter since she was 7, only... 7 years ago. God! She was younger and this guy knew nothing about shifters the whole time? How dense was he? She faintly recalled Caela mad that Amber and Alex had thought she never went out. This was a perfect example of that.
In the end, Amber made a well-thought decision to break in. Caela obviously had no patience with John, and although Amber probably wouldn't have much long, she might help cool down the tension--hopefully. So Amber lifted up her ears and sat straight and tall, confident. She bent her neck down and called out, "I wouldn't be taunting Caela if I were you!" As she waiting for the two to respond she put her front paws on the ledge, soon followed by her back paws.
Amber trotted a little ways down, closer to the middle of the bus. She crouched down, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her fur, and leaped. It was actually an easy jump, the bus was only about 8 feet away. She gracefully landed on the top, letting her shoulders catch the impact. She claws lightly scrapped against the metal, leaving little white marks, but not much. She loped to the other side and jumped down onto the couch in the same manner.
Once she was safely on the same ground, Amber groomed her fur a moment. She hated the feeling of her fur being all matted and unkempt. It didn't feel quite right. After a pause, she turned back toward the dog and girl and although she knew Caela wouldn't understand she mewed, "8 years, huh?" Amber paused to think, her eyes flicking between the two before continuing on, "To inform you, that is impossible. Whether you like it or not, you were born as a shifter, even if you didn't know it at first. How old are you anyway?"
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