"Um, yeah. Though I don't think you'd be familiar with the technology. Even I don't. My friend gave it to me as a parting gift." Mel looked at Meli with content, casually walking to where she seemed to examine the feather from the… avian-folk being? Mel didn't know.
"So what is it that you do for a living, might I ask?"
he put up his wings.
He sounds like an 1930s radio
"If you're talking to me, I work as an Hotel manager!"
"I run a shop for home remedies that cute back aches and had headaches and help with curses and can also cause curses. Oh and I sell knick knacks." She smiled up at mel.
Mel's attention was diverted by a rather tall man that sounded quite… odd.
"Hm. Weird. I've never seen your kind before. What are you, exactly, Mr. Vozreal? Some sort of avian folk?" Mel took out a small notepad and had already started writing.
The Doctor would be impressed by how well I've been doing, Mel's train of thought went elsewhere. I've found some sort of being that has the capabilities of flight. Perhaps their wings are large and forceful enough to allow flight to those who do not innately have lighter bones.
(Gah group rps are disorganized I forgot >.<)
Could they be any damn slower?!
The stone plating that acted as extra armor against his own and scales that had taken the place of skin to add even more armor rating to his form was beginning to crumble. He nearly lost his footing as both the beast and himself interlocked in a deathly embrace. The male raised his shield above his head, bashing aside the great bear's muzzle as it made an attempt to lunge at his throat. He knew, he knew all too well that if such a blow landed, he would be done.
The air continued to drop as even more ice formed around the pair. Combating that frigid ice was easier said than done, each push and shove nearly having him misstep. Such a mistake could be deadly…and wouldn't ya know it…
Voices, more had come to join the fray?
The distraction was just enough to have him slip his arm, powerful jaws wrapping around in an instant. Despite stone plating, armor, and even scales, those piercing fangs cut through, the full force of those powerful jaws snapping down. The sound that escaped the Dragonkin's maw was something between a human and a primal beast's roar of pain. No way was he getting out of this beast's grip, till another suddenly stepped in, wielding a great scythe. Well, it was enough to get the beast's attention to release him, letting the male roll to the side, cradling a shredded and possibly broken arm.
From above, another being appeared, striking downwards through the icy beast's skull, putting it finally to an end. The animal finally toppled to the ground, the blood unnatural compared to a normal bear's, a clear blue almost, instead of the normal crimson. Well, same could be said for the Dragonkin's own blood…
Cold, yellow eyes darted between the recent arrivals, lips twitching back in a weakened snarl. The adrenaline that was coursing through him was also triggering his primal/draconic instincts; danger, fight back, corner. These were but a few of those more simplistic thoughts. The Dragonkin watched everyone carefully, only knowing that these were all possible threats. No, he needed to calm down, calm himself, he couldn't let the primal nature take control…would be one hell of a report; 'Sorry, crushed a bunch of civilians who triggered me into my dragon form.'
He instead swallowed the growing lump in his throat, taking the time to look over himself. Besides, they all seemed engrossed in each other, it'd maybe give him a chance to calm down and catch his breath.
The Dragonkin started to show more human features again, the once brown and bronze scales disappearing into human flesh again. The rocks had crumbled away, showing broken and torn armor as well as other various inflicted wounds from the struggle. He kept the curved, ram-like horns upon his head, tail limp behind him. His yellow eyes remained cold, pupils thin slits. The male was knelt down on one knee, resting the mangled arm upon his bowed leg.
He lifted a hand, barely running his fingers across it to only release a hiss under his breath, muttering darkly, "Damn't…really did a number on me…the White Sages are gonna have fun patching this up…almost as bad as that time I got caught by that Ridgeback Lamisin…"
Crefus sighed hard and heavy at all these dorks having a meet and greet when they just pummeled a bear. Okay, sure, fine, whatever. "Alright, just ignore me, I'm just the guy who lives here is all. You bare fleshed freaky hoo-mins or whatever just waltzed in or FLEW IN-" He gives a quick glare at the newest arrival. "- and attacked an elemental for no ass reason but fine, have your get together. Hope you all have something in common. But I really need to ask…" He turned and looked at everyone. "Is ANYONE injured?" That's when he saw the Kleiname-thing-guy kneeling on the ground and bleeding from his everything. "Oh damn. Hold on, I've got a couple herbs n' sh!t if you need 'em. I can't do magic cause reasons, but I got all this on deck." He proceeds to pull a couple of leaves from his little pocket space and then some glass bottles holding vibrant liquids. They all had little labels with either scrawled penmanship or cursive and delicate handwriting.
Meli put the potion away in her bag, shutting and locking it with the metal clamp. She noticed the one dragon like guy being injured so she floated over to him and while the dude she had met earlier was patching him up and putting herbs on him, she cast a simple healing spell on his arm. All the major damage would be fixed but it would leave a pretty nasty scar on his arm.
"There." She then slowly back away from the dragon like personal, returning over next to meli.
(When Meli returns next to Meli because it's too close of a name to Mel)
(Lol oop-)
Mel's attention was diverted by a rather tall man that sounded quite… odd.
"Hm. Weird. I've never seen your kind before. What are you, exactly, Mr. Vozreal? Some sort of avian folk?" Mel took out a small notepad and had already started writing.
The Doctor would be impressed by how well I've been doing, Mel's train of thought went elsewhere. I've found some sort of being that has the capabilities of flight. Perhaps their wings are large and forceful enough to allow flight to those who do not innately have lighter bones.
"Avian folk?" He chuckled "Don't be ridiculous! I am a demon. I come from Tartarus, which is below Hell, if you're wondering."
Well, same could be said for the Dragonkin's own blood…
I didn't know this was Skyrim.
At the sudden approach, that draconic nature instantly flared. A deep, guttural growl suddenly erupted from somewhere deep in his chest. It was taking all his self control to keep from lashing out; attack, defend. His lips once again curled back, showing his fangs, a more vivid warning to the ones who were getting just a bit too close for comfort. Even the earth around him seemed to crack slightly, as if readying to erupt once again into a deathly strike to possible aggressors.
The strange, horned, furred figure was the one to approach first. Several bottles lined the ground, something about herbs and such. Calm down, ne needed to calm down…
His yellow eyes slowly closed, breathing slowing down. The heart in his chest that had once been beating rapidly was starting to ease into a more calm rhythm. The Dragonkin's deep growl started to disperse instead into a low hum. The hum seeming to be some song to him. Whatever the significance, it seemed to be doing its job on calming him.
Eventually, his eyes opened again, the once feral glow having eased to a soft flicker of dull yellow. He looked down to the wound, now there only being a jagged scar beneath the torn armor. The male shot a glare around, unaware of the one who did it, but there were still other, lesser wounds covering his form. Now having calmed down further, he actually managed to look at himself, releasing a groan.
"Man…I just got this armor set too…"
The male averted his gaze back to the furred stranger who was still looking through those bottles and vials of herbs. He watched in silence for several moments before averting his gaze elsewhere, speaking softly, "I had a request from the Guild…thin out the bear population. That was it, didn't know a goddamn elemental one was even around…I swear I better get paid extra for this…"
"Anyways, pleasure to meet you Meli!"
"Ha! That's funny Mr. Vozreal-is it alright if I call you Voz? Vozzie? Nevermind. Well, there seems to not be a scientific name for your kind, but I doubt 'demon' would even fit. Demons only exist in a select few cultures, and even then, it's near impossible to tell if heaven, hell, or even an afterlife is completely true! Though some mythologies speak of sentient monsters–think gorgons from greek mythology. Perhaps you are something along those lines?" Mel continued scribbling into her notepad. "Are there any more like you?"
"Vozreal, none of that 'Mr.' shit. I was friends with Medusa, before she turned into an gorgon, actually! And I'm an demon, but I come from Tartarus, not Hell. And no, there isn't any other Demons from Tartarus. The rest of the Demons come from Hell."
Melanie sighed, disappointed. This person–Vozreal–claims himself to be a demon, when he clearly is not. He talks of being the only demon in Tartarus, which is below hell, according to him. He must be suffering from mental conflict, perhaps in the form of trauma.
"Interesting. No siblings, family? How did you come to be, then?" Melanie tried to sound interested, but her voice lacked genuinity and she had put her notebook away.
"No family. And yes, I am a demon, technically. I am an fallen angel, which are considered demons. I also have three children who I love very dearly!"
(Alright, this is where I say something. I don't mean to be rude at all in this. Normally when I rp, I write a sentence or two about what my character is thinking/doing, and then maybe a bit of dialogue, maybe a bit about what s/he looks like. I'm completely fine with one-liners as I can try to make something of it, but I can't really out of this. I'm terribly sorry if that isn't what you wanted to hear, I'm just letting you know so that you can get better at rping.)
(My bad! Imma add more to it, okay?)
(Thanks! Sorry to be a bother!)
(Not at all!)
"Uh-huh…" Melanie seriously questioned this person's mental wellbeing. "Well then, nice to meet you." Mel's voice trailed off as she felt a harsh ringing in her ears. Mel flinched. No, not now… Please not now! Thankfully, the ringing went away before anything happened.
"I guess I'll… wait until my watch fixes? It's hard to explain. Thanks for chatting, I guess, Mr. Vozreal."
"I can fix your watch!"
"Um… I don't think you can. This technology was made centuries ahead of now, I doubt you'd have the materials or tools required." Melanie chuckled nervously. "I'm a time traveller."