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middaeg2020-02-09 03:19 pm
reluctantradiance) wrote in middaeg2020-02-09 03:19 pm
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[OPEN/catchall] It seemed like a good idea at the time
Who: Yuma and YOU!
When: The full moon and later in the month
Where: His house, various locations in Aefenglom
What: Birb's first full moon, as well as settling in. Also, getting stuck on a roof.
Warnings: mild possible body horror in first prompt? otherwise n/a
[ A - The Moon Rises ]
[ Yuma had known something was off for some time now. It wasn't all that much, but rather smaller things that all added up over time. How much lighter he felt for some reason, how he felt more at ease in higher places...whatever was making that one spot on his back hurt. He'd also been feeling a little protective of his home, lately (was protective even the right word? It was the only one he could come up with, at any rate), even twitching when his own housemate walked through the door before noting who it was and calming down. Yuma didn't know what to make of any of it, and the uncertainty made him anxious. Yet, given how little he knew, he supposed the only way he was really going to get any answers was simply to wait and see what happened.
The days leading up to the full moon found him already anxious and on edge. It was hard to maintain a level of calm on the surface, and more than once Yuma found himself retreating before it all got the better of him. Then, finally, he found himself awake on the night that the full moon's light spilled into his room from the window. Already restless and losing sleep, he finds himself sitting upright in his bed, staring for a moment before standing up and walking towards it for a better view. For a few moments, he can enjoy the view, but a few moments are all he gets.
A wave of pain spikes and he doubles over in shock, his hands clutching the window sill so harshly that his knuckles turn white. His mind races, his throat hurts, every bone in his body aches suddenly. A harsh burning sensation flares between his shoulderblades, rapidly surging outward and down his back. Rather than weighing him down, he only feels lighter from it all. Perhaps because of that, he feels grounded, trapped, restless. For a moment, his vision is sharp. Almost too sharp. He squeezes his eyes shut to save himself from being disoriented, clutching the side of his head with one hand…has the skin on his hands always been this rough?...as he leans on the other hand to stay balanced.
He vaguely recalls something he saw on the network once. That he shouldn't be alone for this. That he should find a Bond before now. But being alone seems like a pretty sound option to him; after all, he can't risk someone getting hurt in case something goes wrong. He still doesn't even know what he is yet, and he's both too scared to look and in too much pain to really consider it.
His clothes are covering most of the feathers that have sprouted on his back and shoulders, though some on his back are poking through the collar of his shirt. They're thicker on his upper back for some reason, to the point where his shirt is puffing out a bit and making him look slightly more hunched over than he actually is. His ears, already pointy when he arrived, now appear to be longer than before. The skin on the backs of his hands is rougher, shifting in color towards a silvery off-white, and his fingernails look sharper.
When all is said and done, Yuma's too sore and tired to move very much, but he's still panicked. He winces, reaching up to the window to push it open. The fresh air is more than welcome, and he greedily breathes it in before gradually sliding back down to sit on the floor. He doesn't quite have the energy to get back to his bed, nor is his bed really appealing right now. He's looking upward, trying to find some other spot to crawl up onto. Once he gets his energy back, that is. He just needs a moment to rest and reorient himself.
Eventually, he realizes that the restlessness won't fade so easily. Yuma pulls himself to his feet, wincing from the soreness still plaguing him, and absently slips on his jacket and his boots (were they always this uncomfortable?). He's had nights before where he just couldn't sleep, so this is nothing new to him. Normally he'd seek out company, but he's not about to go wake up his housemate at this hour if he isn't already awake, so he opts to make his way out the front door and sit on the steps, his eyes often drifting upward to the sky...or perhaps the rooftops. Otherwise, he keeps his eyes closed, or can be found squinting a bit. ]
[ B - Think Before You Climb ]
[ Somehow, Yuma managed to get on top of the house he's living in. He's not entirely sure what makes him feel so at ease up here. Maybe it's the view? The breeze? Something else? Whatever it is, it's nice, and he feels perfectly at home. He really should come up here more often, he notes; this is a great place to hang out. Of course, he needs to get down from there and run a few errands eventually, so he moves to get down when he realizes one very big problem he's suddenly faced with.
He managed to get up just fine. But he doesn't have a way back down.
Whoops.
It's hard to not be embarrassed or a little panicked about it - it's written all over his face, quite frankly - but he does his best to call out for help anyway. Though whether his voice reaches you first, or whether you notice a strangely large feather falling nearby, he's hoping you'll notice him. ]
H-hey! Up here!
[ In the event someone does see him, he'll offer them a mildly frantic, pleading look. Yes, he's stuck on top of a building. You are seeing things correctly. It's a long story. ]
Could you, uh… Help me get down?
[ He's certainly learned his lesson.No guarantees on not doing it again, though. ]
[ C/wildcard - Loneliness ]
[ Even with the new friends he's made, and even with how used to this strange new world he is, there's still something that's bothering Yuma. His power being gone he could handle; in fact he sort of welcomed it since it was one less thing to worry about. But there was a voice, an imposing yet kind voice, that had been with him ever since he was born. A voice that offered him encouragement, that spurred him to action whenever he would rather cower away, that warned him and cautioned him before he made a terrible mistake. Not all the time, no, but certainly enough to where it didn't surprise him when he heard it. But now, it's gone.
It's been a few weeks, and the Dragon still hasn't responded to him.
Yuma hasn't completely given up yet. Every now and then he finds himself with his fingers hovering over the pendant dangling from his choker, wondering if that might wake him up somehow. But it never works. With no Dragon and none of the Dragon's power, his choker might as well just be an odd-looking accessory. With a sigh, he lets his hand drop and continues down the road, peeking in at shops that he passes by and glancing at notices posted about town. He's hoping to find himself some kind of job sooner rather than later, after all; odd jobs will only get him so far.
He finds himself pausing when passing by instrument or music stores, a lonely look crossing his face again before he keeps walking. At one point he even stops to give a few clothing stores a curious look; of all the things he'd considered, a possible need to alter his clothing hadn't crossed his mind. Eventually he'll end up wandering in the Harbor district.
Yuma's also got a bag of debris in hand; particularly wooden planks, rope, and some old fishing net that had been discarded for some reason or another. He's not entirely sure why he felt compelled to pick them up while passing through, but he as them now. Never hurts to pick up trash anyway, right? ]
When: The full moon and later in the month
Where: His house, various locations in Aefenglom
What: Birb's first full moon, as well as settling in. Also, getting stuck on a roof.
Warnings: mild possible body horror in first prompt? otherwise n/a
[ A - The Moon Rises ]
[ Yuma had known something was off for some time now. It wasn't all that much, but rather smaller things that all added up over time. How much lighter he felt for some reason, how he felt more at ease in higher places...whatever was making that one spot on his back hurt. He'd also been feeling a little protective of his home, lately (was protective even the right word? It was the only one he could come up with, at any rate), even twitching when his own housemate walked through the door before noting who it was and calming down. Yuma didn't know what to make of any of it, and the uncertainty made him anxious. Yet, given how little he knew, he supposed the only way he was really going to get any answers was simply to wait and see what happened.
The days leading up to the full moon found him already anxious and on edge. It was hard to maintain a level of calm on the surface, and more than once Yuma found himself retreating before it all got the better of him. Then, finally, he found himself awake on the night that the full moon's light spilled into his room from the window. Already restless and losing sleep, he finds himself sitting upright in his bed, staring for a moment before standing up and walking towards it for a better view. For a few moments, he can enjoy the view, but a few moments are all he gets.
A wave of pain spikes and he doubles over in shock, his hands clutching the window sill so harshly that his knuckles turn white. His mind races, his throat hurts, every bone in his body aches suddenly. A harsh burning sensation flares between his shoulderblades, rapidly surging outward and down his back. Rather than weighing him down, he only feels lighter from it all. Perhaps because of that, he feels grounded, trapped, restless. For a moment, his vision is sharp. Almost too sharp. He squeezes his eyes shut to save himself from being disoriented, clutching the side of his head with one hand…has the skin on his hands always been this rough?...as he leans on the other hand to stay balanced.
He vaguely recalls something he saw on the network once. That he shouldn't be alone for this. That he should find a Bond before now. But being alone seems like a pretty sound option to him; after all, he can't risk someone getting hurt in case something goes wrong. He still doesn't even know what he is yet, and he's both too scared to look and in too much pain to really consider it.
His clothes are covering most of the feathers that have sprouted on his back and shoulders, though some on his back are poking through the collar of his shirt. They're thicker on his upper back for some reason, to the point where his shirt is puffing out a bit and making him look slightly more hunched over than he actually is. His ears, already pointy when he arrived, now appear to be longer than before. The skin on the backs of his hands is rougher, shifting in color towards a silvery off-white, and his fingernails look sharper.
When all is said and done, Yuma's too sore and tired to move very much, but he's still panicked. He winces, reaching up to the window to push it open. The fresh air is more than welcome, and he greedily breathes it in before gradually sliding back down to sit on the floor. He doesn't quite have the energy to get back to his bed, nor is his bed really appealing right now. He's looking upward, trying to find some other spot to crawl up onto. Once he gets his energy back, that is. He just needs a moment to rest and reorient himself.
Eventually, he realizes that the restlessness won't fade so easily. Yuma pulls himself to his feet, wincing from the soreness still plaguing him, and absently slips on his jacket and his boots (were they always this uncomfortable?). He's had nights before where he just couldn't sleep, so this is nothing new to him. Normally he'd seek out company, but he's not about to go wake up his housemate at this hour if he isn't already awake, so he opts to make his way out the front door and sit on the steps, his eyes often drifting upward to the sky...or perhaps the rooftops. Otherwise, he keeps his eyes closed, or can be found squinting a bit. ]
[ B - Think Before You Climb ]
[ Somehow, Yuma managed to get on top of the house he's living in. He's not entirely sure what makes him feel so at ease up here. Maybe it's the view? The breeze? Something else? Whatever it is, it's nice, and he feels perfectly at home. He really should come up here more often, he notes; this is a great place to hang out. Of course, he needs to get down from there and run a few errands eventually, so he moves to get down when he realizes one very big problem he's suddenly faced with.
He managed to get up just fine. But he doesn't have a way back down.
Whoops.
It's hard to not be embarrassed or a little panicked about it - it's written all over his face, quite frankly - but he does his best to call out for help anyway. Though whether his voice reaches you first, or whether you notice a strangely large feather falling nearby, he's hoping you'll notice him. ]
H-hey! Up here!
[ In the event someone does see him, he'll offer them a mildly frantic, pleading look. Yes, he's stuck on top of a building. You are seeing things correctly. It's a long story. ]
Could you, uh… Help me get down?
[ He's certainly learned his lesson.
[ C/wildcard - Loneliness ]
[ Even with the new friends he's made, and even with how used to this strange new world he is, there's still something that's bothering Yuma. His power being gone he could handle; in fact he sort of welcomed it since it was one less thing to worry about. But there was a voice, an imposing yet kind voice, that had been with him ever since he was born. A voice that offered him encouragement, that spurred him to action whenever he would rather cower away, that warned him and cautioned him before he made a terrible mistake. Not all the time, no, but certainly enough to where it didn't surprise him when he heard it. But now, it's gone.
It's been a few weeks, and the Dragon still hasn't responded to him.
Yuma hasn't completely given up yet. Every now and then he finds himself with his fingers hovering over the pendant dangling from his choker, wondering if that might wake him up somehow. But it never works. With no Dragon and none of the Dragon's power, his choker might as well just be an odd-looking accessory. With a sigh, he lets his hand drop and continues down the road, peeking in at shops that he passes by and glancing at notices posted about town. He's hoping to find himself some kind of job sooner rather than later, after all; odd jobs will only get him so far.
He finds himself pausing when passing by instrument or music stores, a lonely look crossing his face again before he keeps walking. At one point he even stops to give a few clothing stores a curious look; of all the things he'd considered, a possible need to alter his clothing hadn't crossed his mind. Eventually he'll end up wandering in the Harbor district.
Yuma's also got a bag of debris in hand; particularly wooden planks, rope, and some old fishing net that had been discarded for some reason or another. He's not entirely sure why he felt compelled to pick them up while passing through, but he as them now. Never hurts to pick up trash anyway, right? ]