forum Romance RP // CLOSED

Started April 06, 2020 by @PaperHats business

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The others seemed ready to panick and run, but Somer growled out, "Wait."
They didn't listen, so she reverted fully back to her human form, and shouted, "Wait!"
They paused and Grayson snarled at her, "What? You have another bone to pick?"
"No, though I'll add your attitude to the list of things I don't like," she snarled back. "But we need a plan, we can't just flop about like a fish out of water. So come over here and circle up so we can talk."
Reluctantly, they obeyed, Sawyer pushing himself up from his spot against the wall, and Grayson and Shaelynn both still looking testy.
"Now," Somer continued, "Who has a weapon? Or magic?"

“I-I have a bit of magic,” Sawyer mumbled, looking over at Shaelynn who had grappled his arm. His skin was cold and he was clearly shaking.
“I-It’s a little hard to control, though,” he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck shyly with his free hand. “So I don’t use it often.”
He grit his teeth in sort of a pained anxiety-filled smile, trying to calm himself. Though in this sort of situation, he had no clue how he could.

Grayson looked at them. "Guys.. I've got a better way on escaping..just..everyone hold on to me.." He'd hope he had enough strength to get them out of there. He'd sigh and say "Guys I'll help just hold my hand.." He'd growl, impatient. The hunters would enter the alleyway and he's "NOW!"

Shaelynn grabbed his hand against her own will, so did the others. They shot up in the air as Gray was struggling to keep them up, "We just need to get out of here, quick to that forest!!" She screamed as he shot away from the ally.
(sorry it's a bit short, I wanted more drama)

Sorry this is super long… I swear it wasn't supposed to be!

Once they were well in the air, Somer started squirming uncomfortably as she was dragged through the sky. Loosening her grip on Grayson, Somer looped one arm around the next person within reach. Shaelynn glared at her as Somer grasped her tightly around the waist.
"What are you doing?" the girl hissed angrily.
Somer rolled her eyes. "Hold on, okay?"
"Why?"
"Just trust me, kitty-cat."
Shaelynn reluctantly listened, wrapping an arm around Somer so they seemed to be doing an odd one-armed hug. Somer leaned towards Grayson, and shouted, "Let go of us!"
"What?!" Shaelynn shouted in her ear, "Are you completely derranged?"
Somer leaned away from her irritably, though she didn't loosen her grip. "Scales! Let kitty and I go!"
"No!" he returned, just as loud.
"Fine," Somer muttered under her breath. "The hard way it is."
She pulled a spark of magic to her fingers, rubbing them together as it built into a silvery white ball of energy. Shaelynn eyed her nervously, but Somer ignored her. Abruptly, she pressed her fingers to Grayson's wrist, the magic flowing through him like a jolt of electricity.
"Hey!" His hand flexed on instinct, releasing his grip on Shaelynn.
They fell.
Shaelynn screeched in fear, scrambling to get a better hold on Somer. Somer chuckled in her ear.
"What? I thought cats always landed on their feet," she joked. Shaelynn didn't laugh, and Somer sighed in disappointment.
"Move your hand," she muttered, reaching back to shift one of Shaelynn's hands from her shoulder blade down to her waist. The treetops were getting dangerously close now, and she closed her eyes to focus. Then she twisted her innate magic and shifted her form, just slightly. Russet-feathered wings burst from her back and flapped furiously to regain their lost altitude.
Eventually, they leveled out again, and she raised a hand to wave over at Grayson and Sawyer, who looked… surprised, to say the least. Glancing at Shaelynn, who clung tightly to her, fingers digging into skin and muscle.
"See," she teased the cat-girl, "wasn't that fun?"

Sawyer didn’t necessary know what had happened. One moment he was on the ground, the next… well, he wasn’t.
He had to keep from screaming as Grayson flew through the sky, a loose grip on the other boy. His heart was beating incredibly fast and he had to clutch his stomach with one arm to keep from hurling.
He kept his eyes closed tightly, still noticing the shift in weight as Shaelynn and Somer plummeted off. He squinted open an eye, watching as Somer’s wings unfurled. A pang of relief showered him as he realized they were alright.
He glanced up at Grayson, Saw’s skin even paler than it had been before, if that was even possible.
He held on slightly tighter, latching his arm around his stomach with more force as well.

"What the hell was that!?!" She yelled while rubbing the cut on her arm, "Oh please, were fine. It's not like those trees killed us or anything." Gwyn replied pulling the twigs out of her hair. Shaelynn turned and quickly hopped up the tallest tree she could find to scout for the boys. She felt relief punch her in the stomach as she saw them circling towards them getting ready to come back down. Shaelynn jumped out of the tree as they landed on the ground a few yards away from her. "Are you alright, Gray?" She said as she ran over. He grunted as his wings diapered and she gave Sawyer some water and let him sit down. His skin was so pale that it was getting close to Shaelynn's hair color. "That was to dangerous, we need to be more careful. Gray, what were you thinking?! You should have know you can't lift that much weight!"

Grayson would see arrows flying around "They found u-" He'd get shot in the wing and he'd wince and theyed start to fall " OH COME ON IDIOTS THE HELL'D YA HAVE TO DO THAT!?" He'd roar seviral times in pain. They'd eventually crash to the flore and Grayson would Hide his wings for no more damage. Since his wings came from his back and they dissapear, his back would be bleeding.

(Yep, I know. I was just using it for identifying purposes for narration. Sawyer has no clue lol)

Sawyer took shaky steps away, trying not to pass out. He walked like he was blind, with arms outstretched and legs unsteady. Slowly he sat on the grass below, breathing heavily. He laid down completely, putting his forearm over his forehead and sighing. He took a moment to lay there, then sat back up.
His eyes were red and scared, and his whole puppy demeanor was back in a matter of seconds. His skin regained a slight amount of color and his heart calmed.
He had cuts and scratches from the arrows, but he paid them no attention. Pain wasn’t something he usually registered in his anxious state.

Shaelynn walked over to where Sawyer was sitting and pulled out a cloth, she grabbed her canteen and dabbed some water on the cloth. She knelt next to him and brushed the hair from his face and placed the cloth on his forehead. She got up and walked over to where Gray was laying and stood above him, "Gray, are you alight? You're bleeding." She winced at the sight of blood and her eyes narrowed.

"Y-ya.. Im fine..Ive..felt worse…" He'd get in a sitting state. His claws would scrach the flore, leaving marks. "Dang that hurt.." He'd get up and say "Get me a long peace of cloth.." He'd get the cloth and wrap it around thewound. "That will hold… but no flying for me.." His claws retracted and he'd stand "There still following us.." He'd put on his white cloak and he'd get up, "We've got to keep moving..this was a miner setback..lets not take it siriusly.."

Another long one, sorry, but this should help us lead into some more positive character interactions

Somer's wings folded back into non-existence as she trailed after Shaelynn to where Grayson and Sawyer were sitting. Grayson's wings were also gone now, but their absence revealed bloodied skin and muscle from a lovely collection of arrows. Grayson had tried to patch himself up but it was still bloody and the bandages were too loose.
"Can you find something better for bandages?" Somer asked Shaelynn, tugging away the tied cloth that Grayson had used. She ran her fingers lightly over the wounds, examining the ragged edges. "Dragons heal fast, but we won't want any infection."
Shaelynn hesitated before nodding. Digging through Grayson's satchel, she found the cloak he'd been wearing and handed it to Somer. "Okay, what about water? To clean the, um." She gestured towards the wounds.
"Alcohol would be ideal," Somer glanced up at Shaelynn with a small smile, "but running water will work. Sawyer–"
She looked around for the other boy. "Go with Shaelynn, your anxiety's giving me a headache."
Eventually, the cloak, now in shreds, was wrapped and fastened across Grayson's torso. Shaelynn and Sawyer had returned, after finding a small clearing around a spring, which Somer had deemed not quite clean enough for medical purposes but good enough to make camp around.
So they were there, resting after their ordeal.
Finally, Shaelynn asked Somer, "What is up with you?"
"What?" Somer asked tiredly.
"You're happy one moment, then ready to kill something, then patching up Grayson. That can't be normal moodswings."
"Oh," Somer frowned, "I'm fey. I thought I said that before."
Silence ruled for a moment, before Sawyer asked, "W-why does being f-fey matter?"
"Seriously?" Somer looked surprised. "Fey are hyper-empathetic. And magical."
"So?" Shaelynn prompted.
Somer sighed, "Basically, fey are quote-unquote tuned in to the emotions around them. So we mirror those emotions and," she gestured vaguely with one hand, "amplify other people's emotions. If you're angry, I'm angry, and then we'll both get even angrier. Same with happy, sad, loving, lustful, E-T-C-period. So fights are pretty epic with me around, and," she chuckled, before glancing up at the others through her lashes, "same goes for… more pleasurable activities." She shrugged, "I can dull it down but it takes constant focus."
"S-so," Sawyer started, "when, y-you said th-that my anxiety was giving you a h-headache."
"Yeah, I meant that quite literally." Somer smiled over at him though, "But don't feel bad, you get used to that kinda stuff over time. Now–" she widened the scope of her attention to include the others, and her smile turned wicked, "–anyone else got a secret to share?"

"I got one.." He'd cough. "I was cursed by a witch..I cant ever tell a lie…Thats my secret.." He'd sigh getting to his feet. "Ill be by that tree if you need me…" He'd point over to a blossom tree and walk off huming to himself.

"I guess you could say I have one." Her tail flicked and ears twitched. "My full same is Shaelynn Abner." Abner is a very powerful family known for selling and trading. Their business branched into many kingdoms which made their family very wealthy. Her father is the governor of the outskirts of the kingdom Alcazar, ruling all of that kingdom's trades, trading mostly silks and grain.

“M-my father says I can be really powerful when I want to,” Sawyer muttered. “But I’m too s-scared to actually utilize it. I don’t wanna hurt anybody.”
He furrowed his brow, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment before opening them back up. He gave a small smile, composing his thoughts.
“That’s about it,” he said with a slight newfound confidence. “But we should probably get going before they find us. Whoever they are.”

"I agree with Sawyer, nightfall will be here soon. We should get moving till it's night and then find somewhere to sleep. We'll get a move on in the morning." Shaelynn said in a confident voice. She walked over where Grayson what sitting and spoke lightly, "Before we go, I have to change your bandages," before he could say a word she grabbed his hand and pulled him forward. She told him to sit up straight and she cut the bandages and carefully pulled them off. She wiped around the wound with a damp cloth and wrapped more bandages around him, she pulled them tight and tied them. She handed him his shirt and helped him up, "Take it easy, you're still badly injured. Gwyn, can you help him so he doesn't fall." She was hesitant taking orders from Shaelynn, but then nodded and walked over to help him.

Grayson would look ahead and gasp. There were other dragons. Light dragons. "Shoot..Im not going to be abile to get past them..Theres four..and what is th-" He'd feel a shive down his spine. "Cant be…There all dead.." He'd tell her to tell them "I dont think ill be abile to go ahead..Theres Light dragons ahead…As you know Dark and light dragons arent best friends…"

Somer looked up sharply, still supporting Grayson. "Where?"
He pointed them out, whispering to the girls, "They're probably bounty hunters again."
"Which begs the question," Somer responded, keeping her voice down as well, "why are we being hunted?"
They hovered silently, as Shaelynn finished rebandaging Grayson's wounds. Finally though, the cat-girl asked, "So which way do we go? Back to the city, or what?"
No one answered. No one could answer.
Finally, Somer offered, "The ocean's that way. Southwest." She pointed off into the trees, seemingly at random. "We can try to find a port."
"First of all, how do you know that?" Grayson asked, "Second, why should we go to a port? How is that any better than the city?"
Somer shrugged, "I'm a sailor, I've got the sea in my blood and my heart calls out for it."
He squinted at her. "Is that another fey thing?"
"No," she rolled her eyes, "it's just me being poetic. But a port will also have the latest news, and an escape route."
"Escape route?" Sawyer asked suddenly, looking hopeful, "You have a boat?"
"Well, no…" Somer frowned, "But I've got connections, and if worst comes to worst, we can commandeer one." She glanced around at the others, and her frowned deepened. "Probably. Maybe."
"Yeah," Shaelynn agreed.
Somer looked surprised, "Yeah? I didn't think you'd be onboard with some light thievery, Miss Abner."
"No, not that. We're not stealing a ship–"
"Boat," Somer interrupted. "Four people wouldn't be able to man a full ship."
Shaelynn waved a hand dismissively, "Whatever. But one of my father's ships might be docked, so the port's a good idea."
"Excellent!" Somer clasped her hands together excitedly, ignoring the others' attempts to shush her. "To the port it is!"
She ducked out from under Grayson's arm, and started off in a half-skip, only to run into a scaled chest.
"Ah." She made a face, like she'd just bitten into a toad.
Looking up at the bounty hunter, she smiled and told him cheerfully, "You're in my way."
He grabbed her forearm, sharp talons scraping against her skin, and chuckled. "Okay, little girl."
"You know," she glanced down to where he had grabbed her, "I don't particularly like it when people touch me without permission. But for you, I say," she met his eyes again, and smiled, sharp and dangerous, "let's play."

He'd stair at them fighting. He'd growl wanting to fight also but not being able to since he was to hurt. He'd smirk, remembering he had another helpful power. He'd Chuckle and stomp one foot on the ground. Nothing would happen, around them. But the huner would be lifted into the air, "Have your fun fighting him..but be fast i wanna get to the docks…" He'd suddenly turn around and see the gruop of light dragons coming right for him. "Oh..Forgot other dragons can sence dragonic magic…" He'd look around not seeing the big one. "Oh no..where is it.." He'd look to the side of him and see the big one. The big one would pin him down to the flore and start choking him " A little help!" He'd say with a choky voice.