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 Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 2:40 pm
"Attack?" Angharad suddenly remembered that announcement that had rung over the island a few days before her transformation. Those days seemed so strange.. she could barely remember what she did, or thought, and she frowned. A little worrying... she'd ask Fee, for sure. "Yes.... I don't think I could, though. " She looked back up at the filtering of sky up above, still finding the heat a little difficult in her almost 'furred' body. The labs had always been air conditioned, and so were the duplexes...
"I'm... glad it's not just me feeling weird, though, and actually something to do with the serum... some off the things it's made me -feel- are worse than how ugly I look now." She made a face.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 3:07 pm
"Yep, Aubrey got herself almost killed." he looked a little too pleased over that fact, still treating the whole thing as a win for the islanders involved. "It was wild, literally. Not so good for me though, I ended up getting stabbed during it." he grinned apologetically "Don't ask."
Shrugging he added "I'm not a good person to ask about physical appearance, to me you look just fine, though maybe that's because I mainly "see" in scent now, vision is just like an aid to that." He flicked his ears back "You just roll with it if you can, fighting the instincts for me just made things worse"
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 3:13 pm
"Hah.... it's not easy to 'roll with' instincts. Specially not when ...." Her eyes flattened a little, before taking a deep breath, "When you spend most of your school life telling people why they should be vegetarians, if not vegans, because it's so wrong to eat other animals...." She looked unhappy, though as if she firmly believed what she was saying, before going on, "...and these darned 'instincts' mean you.. have to eat meat. How much of a hypocrite I feel now." Angharad sighed, and looked across again. "It's difficult... everything's so different now."
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 3:22 pm
That was a pretty big problem right there. He had been one of the lucky ones, the canine instincts hadn't really gone against any of his basic moral values, but to a vegetarian or worse yet, a vegan, canine instincts were probably very unwelcome indeed. "Ah. I can't see where that would be a huge problem. You can't generally tell animals it's not okay to eat other animals though, that's what it's like trying to tell those instincts what not to do. I deal with it as just thinking of their being another me, "the coyote" anything out of turn I do that I would never have done before I attribute to that." he shrugged
"Maybe if you ever do find yourself doing things like that just attribute it to the animal? Like a pet or something that lives in your head." He fell quiet for a bit before laughing at the absurdity of that comment. "Wow, this island makes you think like a crazy person if you let it."
He gave her a tailwag "Nah, you aren't a hypocrite, what you said then was appropriate for where you were at the time, there's no need to regret those words."
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 3:37 pm
Angharad blinked. That made a lot of sense... her brain almost seized on the fact, the way she could somehow prove to herself that it wasn't her wanting to do all those things, that it was the wolf that savoured the taste of the blood in her mouth, and not her...
She got to her feet suddenly, and smiled a little apologetically. "Mr. Pyroth.... thankyou for that. It doesn't sound crazy - " Yes it does, but you don't care, her mind supplied treacherously - " it really makes sense..."
She found herself backing awy a little, still smiling, but she now desperately wanted to go find Fiona. Now she could have an explanation, an excuse, a -scapegoat- for her actions, and she felt able to finally speak to her.
"I... hope you don't mind if I leave... I've just remembered something I forgot..." The smile was a little glazed, and one part of her brain hoped she didn't smell nervous, and the other half scoffed and wondered how can you -smell- nervous?. "I'm sure I'll see you around...?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 3:43 pm
Pyroth shrugged with a grin "I have some jungle to wander anyway. Hope the advice helps a bit, it's what worked for me." he almost grinned at her anxiety, feeling sort of empowered that he'd come across a nervous wolf. It probably wasn't him thinking it though, probably.
"Take care Angharad, and if you ever have any problems or whatever and feel like chatting like another canine, I'll be around somewhere, just leave a note or something at duplex 5, I'll get it."
"Later."
And with that he gave her a farewell nod of his head and a wave before once again heading back out into the jungle and back to his run.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 11:11 pm
New Rp
They walked through the jungle, pressing through the heavy heat with almost as much difficulty as it took to push aside the local- almost impervious fauna- these two, very different sort of animals. One, happy as a clam- yet somewhat furrier... bounded through the underbrush, tongue lolling from a canine muzzle. The second walked on two legs and smiled as her fuzzy companion enjoyed their excursion. The past few weeks for them had been- if not perfect... at least beautiful in its flaws.
Emelyn and Reuben- found a quiet peace in their repast. Who knew if the insertion of another islander would complicate that peace- or make it all so much more enjoyable...
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 11:25 pm
One of the other islanders in question was also walking the forest, occasionally swatting at the whining insects that flew too close to his face or attempted to bite him elsewhere. His "ears", as he chose to think of them, were folded back considerably, almost touching his neck. The expression on his face was somber, but softened slightly by the mounting list of regrets he had since he'd set foot in the helicopter months ago.
The rustling of leaves was a dead giveaway that someone or something was around. His eyes darted around, trying to find the source of the noise. Admittedly he knew it was hard to avoid running into islanders no matter where he went, but it wasn't something he enjoyed. "Who's there?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 11:30 pm
The hedgehog-girl paused at the sound of the voice- surprised- but not so much so that she lost her senses. She snapped at Reuben immediately, and the spaniel-mix sunk to the earth on command, his ears anxious to hear the sound of the other voice once more, and tail wagging, happy to be finally playing the wonderful 'snap' game with his tall, furry master. They had been practicing it for weeks- and as soon as he'd understood what she'd been after (getting the hang of the 'game'), he just knew they'd play it soon.
Once she was sure that Reuben was secure down on the ground- not bounding after the voice, she called into the brush.
"...It's Emelyn."
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 11:51 pm
He started to bare his teeth at the rustling leaves, the frill shifting and spreading slightly in a miniature mimicking of one of the many animals accounting for his bizarre DNA.
The answer he recieved shocked him, leaving him speechless. Somehow he'd written her off as someone he didn't expect to see again, given how she was never in the village. Emelyn... one of the first islanders he'd met, and the only one who'd had the sense to pack a weapon on them. She didn't know what he'd done to Aubrey, did she? He hoped not. Every time they met he was more bestial, and this time was awfully difficult to explain.
The frill dropped to the sides of his face again sheepishly. "Oh, uh, E-Emelyn... long time no see?" He reached to hold some of the large leaves out of the way and find where she was, though he moved slowly. His left arm hung loosely at his side. The chance meeting coupled with the cloistering heat was making him flashback to earlier days when the limb was as gone as it had been the day it had been unceremoniously amputated.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 12:00 am
It took the woman a long eye-soak to realize the breadth of the changes that had swept over her friend- and, without thinking to the effect of his feelings- she allowed herself the lingering stare as she appraised what the labs had done to him. In the end, she only smiled- beamed, really- and nodded, glad that he was obviously in control of herself. She didn't need to go for the knife in the pocket of her jeanshorts.
"I know. ...Long enough for you to change. ...Don't take this the wrong way, but it suits you. And at least- I can still recognize you. I'm glad for it."
A third member of the encounter was still pressed to the earth, his tail wagging furiously and his ears alert at the thought of meeting someone new. He stayed put, however, turning his head to Emelyn and eliciting a high-pitched whine of protest that he'd not been given permission to greet the newcomer.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 12:20 am
He, too, regarded Emelyn with his eyes for several seconds. What had been a furry human face the last time he'd seen it now sported a muzzle. Wispy connections were made in his mind, that Emelyn was Emelyn whether or not her face had been pinched into an animal's. The rest of her was furrier as well. A pang of guilt at his actions toward the asian girl he'd met several nights ago flared. Staring was not a crime here. Finally, he drew his gaze back to her face.
"And you, too. You look... different." He struggled for words, but in the end he had to settle for bluntness. Confusion crossed his face at her comment, but he didn't delve into the subject.
Trying to dispell the awkwardness was difficult. One clawed finger was jabbed in the direction of the mutt. "That had better not be another islander..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 2:36 pm
A certain note chimed in Emelyn's head at the word 'different'. It seemed to say something more than the positive responses that others had given her, and it made her frown, somewhat- or, rather, what she could manage of a frown with her muzzle-like mouth. She knew that she had changed again, since living out in the wild- but, unlike the other islanders who woke up and had to face a mirror every morning- Emelyn had no idea what she really looked like. The sea was never so glassy clear to provide an adequate looking glass- and the lake, though calmer, was always bombarded with sunlight- and could not hope to pick out the form of a hedgehog girl, leaning over with a wonder of her own face.
So despite what could be garnered from what she could see- or feel- Emelyn did not know what the changes had done to her, or how she appeared. So although she did not care for what others thought of her- she was still hoping, in this context- that they would say sweet things- as they... were her only reflection.
But Zach's comment about Reuben made her smile.
"No, no- just a regular old mutt-puppy. Reuben, say hello." With the emphasis on the final word, the dog understood the command that meant he had permission to leave- and bounded up to the dragon man, intent to sniff every cranny of his puzzling combination. All manners of smells accosted the little dog's nose- and caused his tail to wag furiously. This was a whole weatlh of friends, all wrapped up into one.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 1:27 am
Zach missed seeing her frown, looking instead down at the dog and contemplating. "Reuben, huh?" As it started sniffing him, Zach reached tentatively down to pat the dog's head, keeping his wickedly clawed fingers pointed up and his movements slow. The last thing Emelyn needed was her dog gutted by a careless movement. "Have you had him the whole time you've been here?"
In the twist of fate that led him to the island he'd been robbed of his knowledge of the world, even though said world had shrunk to one island in the middle of a vast ocean. The other people who were supposed to be at the very least acquaintances were still mysterious. Their futures were all certain, but their pasts he had little idea of.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 1:31 am
"No, actually. Just for a little while. Few months, I guess." She shrugged, and gave an easy smile. "I lose track of the time out here rather quickly."
She didn't offer the information about where exactly Reuben had come from- that was for anyone who was willing to ask directly. Thus far, no one had. Emelyn could only wonder what the other islanders would think about Reuben's origins- especially in that he had been a gift for an act that saved one of the staff.... the veritable pariahs of this Hell Island. In saving one of 'the enemy', Emelyn harbored an inkling of a fear that perhaps that would make her one, as well.
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