(That is really good :D I like your writing style. Also sorry mine’s a bit short)
Sawyer’s eyes flashed open, his head feeling like it was under a compressor. He stared, wide-eyed, around the alley, his hands out like he had just landed from being dropped here. For all he knew, he might have been. The only thing he could recall was being with his father back in Jadeshire… and this place certainly wasn’t it. No place like this alley could ever be among that beautiful city.
He stared at the figures lining the buildings, his expression unchanging from the “deer-in-headlights” kind of look. Although he did eventually drop his arms, fiddling anxiously with the brim of his cloak.
Saw’s heart pounded too hard, his breathing quickening and his eyes darting from figure to figure. He quickly propped himself against the wall, still sitting, but with his back upright and his hands flat on the cobblestone ground.
His sight quickly flashed over to the girl who spoke, but her question was one he was going to ask them himself.
“I-I don’t k-know,” he stuttered nervously. He continued after taking a deep breath. “I just… got here. Who are you guys?”
His hair fell into his eyes as he adjusted himself, but he didn’t bother to push it back out. He just looked at the girl innocently, his heart beating faster than it should have been.
(Thanks, guys! :D @CoffeeBean, your piece is great!)
Shaelynn moaned as her eyes shot open, her body ached and her head throbbed. Sharp pains shot through her empty stomach and the sour smell of vomit made her wake all the way. She looked around and saw one other awake and sitting against the wall, her vision was blurred and she couldn't make out who it was, she tried to stand and walk over to the figure but she collapsed right away. The sun glared in her eyes and the heat made her sweat, the cloak around her neck choked her and she struggled to make the pin come loose. She laid back on the cold wet stones that made up the floor and was to weak to get back up.
Grayson would jolt up. He'd see the other people and back up to a wall. He'd realize there was a dagger in his hand and he'd gasp, dropping the dagger on the flore. He'd realize he was waring a white cloke, Much different than all the other people in the ally. He'd glance at the one on the flore, realizing the person was hurt. He'd walk up and offer to help the person up. He'd help the person up and realize the person also had a dark cloke. He'd be so confused on why he had a white cloke and they had dark clokes. He'd finally say "Who are you guys..?"
(Btw, what's everyone's stance on cursing? If everyone else agrees, I'd like to propose that we aim for PG13-ish. So that would be sparing but permissible use of "lighter" swears, and a soft-ban on the f-bomb, e.g. you can do an implied f-bomb like A: "Fu–" B: "–dge!"/cuts them off. However, I think a hard-ban on slurs of any kind for any reason is reasonable. Does this work for everyone?)
(Yup, I'm fine with that)
Somer's gaze flicked between the three, disdain evident in the curl of her lip.
The brunet was still half-crouched on the cobbled ground, his fingers curling anxiously against the stone as he looked earnestly at her, confusion and worry plain on his face. The white-haired girl leaned heavily against the blond boy. Her bangs were plastered to her face, which shone with pale sweat, and she was blinking rapidly.
"If you're going to be sick, you can go join them," Somer told the girl, jerking her head toward the men still standing over the vomit covered sewer grate.
"I'm fine," the girl muttered, waving the blond boy away. A tail flicked behind her, and Somer tensed.
Looking over the girl again, she noticed a pair of pointed ears almost hidden by her hair. She was fey. How charming.
Somer's eyes narrowed, and she said coolly, "Well, if you're not looking for a fight, I suggest that you stop hovering in your aspect form."
"What?" The girl looked honestly confused.
"You're cat-aspect, yes?" The girl blinked. "So, go cat or human. Unless you'd like a fight, of course. In which case, I'm happy to oblige." Somer smiled, making her canines a little longer and sharper.
His wings would come out and he'd fly in the air. He'd get higher and higher by the second. He'd scout out the town and also look under him. "Dang..The only dragon here aye..?" He'd Go to the flore but keep his wings out. "So..You still didn't tell me your names…" He'd Glare at them. His claws awould come out just incase combat would brake out.
(Sorry for angling for a fight so fast, Somer is just… 0–>100)
Shaelynn blinked and slowly stood up using the wall to keep herself steady, "My n-name…?" She muttered, "It's Shaelynn…" Her voice trailed off and her eyes narrowed. She had finally come to her senses and realized what was going on. "Are you looking for a fight?" She hissed, her sharp cat like teeth shown and her claws came out me against a dragon!? You'll never win! If he comes closer, then you run. She thought to herself. She hissed at him, ready for whatever move he was going to make.
Somer scowled at the cat-aspect, telling her, "We're not done."
The other girl barely glanced at her though, too focused on the dragon boy, and Somer rolled her eyes as she stood and faced him as well. His scaled wings were angled inwards threateningly and claws tipped his fingers, but she ignored the aggression rolling off of him like ocean waves.
She stepped close, too close for his comfort apparently as he faltered, looking confused by her sudden proximity. She shifted even closer and placed a hand on his shoulder, right at the junction of dragon scales and human skin.
Trailing her nails lightly down his arm, she gave a saccharine smile and told him, "I'm Gwynael." Somer twisted suddenly, bringing her mouth to the boy's ear. "But you can just call me Gwyn. What about you, handsome?"
Before he could answer, Somer leapt back, scratching her nails down his arm. She smiled and leaned back against the alley wall as he hissed, reptilian, at the sudden sting. Dark welts stood out strikingly against his skin, and he looked up at her, incredulous.
"What?" Somer asked, her drawl returning, "Am I giving you whiplash? Whoops. Not sorry."
Sawyer’s eyes felt like they were rolling back in his head, his mouth partially open. His cheeks were red and he was sweating profusely, nervously digging his hand into the ground. The murmurs of the others seemed lost on him— but then again, he had never been the kind of person to fight.
Saw timidly raised a hand, spurting out a nervous cough.
“If we don’t know anyone, t-then we aren’t enemies,” he stuttered. “Nor d-does that mean we’re acquaintances, b-but for the time being we d-don’t have to fight.”
His eyes glanced from person to person, his cheeks still flushed with color.
"You're adorable, sunshine." Somer smiled condescendingly at the boy. "But Mr. Scales here is being very aggressive, and well," she put on her best shocked and scared face and made her voice go high and quivering, "I feel threatened."
Dropping the act, Somer gave the brunet a crooked grin. "What's your name, anyways?"
“M-maybe he’s aggressive because you’re all aggressive,” he mumbled shyly, his hands now a stark white with the pressure. However, right when he rebutted he flinched, hoping she wouldn’t lash out at him as well.
He frantically glanced from her to the other boy, then to the other girl. Finally, his eyes rested back on the girl in front of him.
“S-Sawyer,” he said timidly. Although he was scared out of his mind, he vouched on having good manners. He nervously held out a quivering hand to shake, mumbling, “N-nice to meet you.”
"Oh..Sorry.." His wings and claws would dissapear. "My names Grayson..And as you can see…Im a dragon…" He'd sigh. "Im just so confused.. Why are your clokes black and mine white..? Theres somthing im missing…" He'd continue to talk to himself for a minute and forget that they were there.
Somer watched the dragon boy–Grayson, apparently–mutter to himself.
Turning away to talk with Sawyer, she ignored his outstretched hand. "So, as you may or may not of heard, I'm Gwyn," she paused to roll her eyes, "or Gwynael Rennisavirn Kylasi if you want it in full."
"Uh," he finally dropped his hand, and gave a tentative smile, "I-I'll just go w-with Gwyn, i-if you don't mind."
"Of course!" Somer held out her hand to shake, and he glanced at it in confusion. Somer cocked her head, bird-like, and asked him "Do they not shake hands where you're from?"
"N-no…" He looked at her hand suspiciously. "I-I just…"
"Just what, sunshine?" Somer prompted when he didn't continue, a smile playing around the corners of her mouth.
He seemed to shake it off. "N-nevermind." He shook her hand with a shy smile. "I-I'm Sawyer."
"I heard." She smiled. "But I like sunshine better for you. It suits you, and you're cute enough to have a good nickname. Where're you from?"
Shaelynn dropped her stance and stood normally, her claws retracted and she looked at the other three. Her tail twitched as she wondered why everyone was being nice all of the sudden, was it because of the boy? Sawyer? Her ears flattened on her head as she took off the cloak. Her blue eyes still filled with anger, she said in a dead tone, "It's nice to meet you all."
He'd get back to reality and see all of them talking. He'd hear a sound…A differnt sound and he'd pick up the dagger and thow it at its location. He'd hear a yell and say " Oh fu-" Some one would shhot an arrow at his arm..and hit it. Now there was an arrow in his arm. "Could this day get any better.." He'd wince pulling out the arrow. He'd think to himself " Man..My reflexis are good…to good…"
Sawyer still sat on the floor, although everyone else stood. His eyes darted to the arrow, then to Gray. He looked back up at Somer, almost like a puppy looking for orders.
“I-I’m from Jadeshire but I don’t think that’s really important right now,” he said, his voice slightly shaky. He gestured to the arrow, his skin still pale with fear and anxiety. The tips of his hair fell to his eyes, not impairing his vision but adding to the puppy-like feel.
Slowly he pushed himself up, still slightly leaning on the wall. Was it for comfort? Could he actually stand on his own? He didn’t know. He just didn’t necessarily want to let it go.
"What the hell'd you do that for?" Somer demanded, stalking towards Grayson, leaving Sawyer to sit against the wall on his own.
He looked back at her wide-eyed, "They shot me!"
"Boo-hoo, cry me a river," she snapped. "You threw a dagger at them first. And by the thrice damned stars, why'd you throw a dagger at them?" She crossed her arms and glared up at him. "In case you didn't know, imbecile, daggers are for cutting and stabbing not throwing. Now you've got to go get it, and until then you're weaponless. Honestly, where'd you learn to fight?"
He scowled and pulled another dagger. "I'm not weaponless. And anyways, I'm a dragon," he boasted, "I don't even need daggers."
Somer scowled back. "It's about the principle of things."
He opened his mouth to respond, but she shushed him abruptly and whirled away to face Shaelynn.
"And you. What's your beef? I told you to stop hovering in aspect form if you don't want a fight."
Somer felt her eyes lighten to a reddish gold and her vision shifted suddenly as her pupils turned to slits. Coppery fur appeared across her shoulders and chest, stiflingly hot under her clothes, so she unpinned her cloak, letting it fall to the ground behind her.
She bared sharp canines in a mockery of a smile, and said in an animalistic growl:
"So it looks to me like you want a fight, hmm?"
Sawyer simply shoved his face in his hands, trying to stifle a confused scream. It came out as more of a whimper, his face still red with embarrassment.
The feeling of claustrophobia creeped in on him and he felt the sudden urge to get out of the alley. However he stayed put, with head in hands, trying not to cry.
People were after him now? Why? People were after them all? What had he done? Did someone mind-control him? And why?
So many questions ran through his mind as he stood there, still. The quarrels from the others were lost on him, and he was debating running away to go sit by himself and figure everything out.
Shaelynn pressed herself to the wall and hissed, "I can't go into full human unless I'm in moonlight!" Her eyes shifted to Gray and her ears perked up, "What do you mean bounty hunters?! Why would they be after us?!?" She let her eyes switch between to two for a few seconds. "We need to get out of here anyway, I'm sick of that sour smell!"
"You want a fight? You'll have a fight.." He's wings and claws would be back out and he'd fly up "Come and get me..Girl!" He'd stay up there for a second and see bounty hunters with bows and arrows. "Oh..Thats not good.." He'd lowwer down trying to calm down. " The bounty Hunters are here… They were the one's who shot me with the arrows…We have to go.. before they find us..If you want a fight we'll fight later..now its not safe.." He'd growl now turning all black. He'd realize the white cloak was a dead give away so he took it off and put it in a bag and he'd be practicly invisible in the dark allyway.
Shaelynn looked around and turned to Sawyer, "This is no time to cry, we need to get out of here." She pulled a ribbon from her wrist and tied her hair up, she pulled a knife from her belt and said, "Even though we just met, we all need to work together and fight our way out." She glanced at the three of them, "We can't afford to keep fighting each other" She grabbed Sawyer and pulled him from the wall, "We need to go now"
