banshee

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stormwindprince:

(♙)

Anduin jumpted when the creature spoke.He should of expected it, really, since it was displaying intelligence. Evidently, he should refer to it as a she, but Anduin had seen such creatures shift genders many a time. “Those of truth,” he said uncertainly, fingers frozen. No matter how soothing her voice would be the emotions would always wash over for a moment.

Screaming. Fire, brimstone, the feeling of bone and scales… it came over him for a moment and he took a moment to close his eyes and count down from ten. His memories began to melt away at 4, and he was able to speak when he was done. He certainly looked like he’d seen a ghost, though. “I’m sorry… I never got your name.” Anduin said, shakily. “And please, don’t injure yourself on those shards. I’ll pick them up.”

    「ℬ ; His reaction and general demeanor              did not escape her, even if she did              not act on it     despite the wish to              perhaps comfort the young human. 

                 Something that, given the current situation,                  was likely to only make it worse. After all, it was                  her own appearance which had brought forth                  the boy's reaction    and the creature did not                  put any blame upon him. Though she truly                  had not expected such calm nature within                  him to persist through the first seconds.

     ❝Take the time you need to ease your mind, ᴄʜɪʟᴅ.             ʙᴀɴsʜᴇᴇ, most call me. And my hide is less           likely to be injured than your skin.❞

                          Despite the soft surface of said hide,                           its rough nature was easily taken note                           of when observing how it wrapped around                           bones and specifically claws        not in the                           slightest was there a pause; said claws being                           part of the creature's very structure of bones.

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(ℬ)↠ A short yet sudden and audible          sound of a small branch breaking          beneath one's strong weight -- woops.           There goes the plan of passing by unnoticed.                  Though, the creature seemed quite indifferent                  towards such, clawed paw lifting off of the poor                  branch as gaze of hazel eyes fell upon it, not                  quite registering the stranger for now.

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(ℬ)↠ It would be a mistake to believe that those          dark shades where but part of the tree. It       -- whatever it was -- simply sat next to such;                                  tall and slender, head tilting as eyes of hazel                                 color without a pupil visible were fixed on the                                 woman with fair curiosity. At least so it seemed. 

[stormwindprince]

Anduin had heard noises coming from somewhere and since his guards couldn’t be arsed to check it out, he moved to look himself. His feet were quick and silent against the floors, hand slightly on his weapon as he turned into the hallway. 

"Hell—"

His voice stopped when he saw something that was not quite human. It looked a bit like… a dragon? He would be more afraid if the being wasn’t putting the shards, and instead was looking more menacing. Anduin padded towards the creature and bent down, moving to help pick up the pieces. “It’s alright, it’s not too expensive,” he said, more to himself.

[deceivingxlooks]

        Sensitive ears shot up and moved about the very moment it picked up the sound of footsteps on the ground, though claws continued their work, fast yet carefully. Only at the voice's interrupted greeting did the hazel eyes, their pupil barely visible, gaze up from the mess upon the floor, following the stranger's movement. And after a moment of pause in its actions, being still with gathered shard in its left paw, a smile came to the unusual shaped muzzle. Or as much as a smile was possible to present with how its bones were formed; giving the creatures its teeth, dark skin wrapped around.        Then, a chuckle came from the tall being's throat. It was soft and hold a fair amount of amusement, but mostly it was of welcoming nature. "Are your words those of truth, or only to cease a mind's worry?" Without a doubt, the voice were to come to his ears was feminine and mature, a gentle and calm one, holding no certain emotion, being but soothing, the opposite of what her appearance might be. From this position, seeing her from the front, a tough material of amber color hid what heart might lay inside, the threads mimicking a corset's appearance, but clearly being part of her skin; as though transformed, having shifted its appearance. 

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                   +  Prince of Stormwind

     The sound of a toppling vase, before it was quickly held in place by large paws, refusing the object to fall. A quiet sigh of relief was exhaled from between the creature's maw, only to have another porcelain material be hit by what was a long tail, its end not pointy but wide and almost even flat. Barely a second later, the shattering of said object echoed through the castle's hall-way; oops. In response, the being hold both paws over its long muzzle, an expression of worry laying itself onto the face of strange shape. 

     Hazel eyes frantically moving their gaze from one side to the other, scanning the surroundings, its tall body moved towards the shards upon the ground, plopping its bottom down to sit while its supposed claws began picking up piece for piece, tail curled around itself. It was no challenge, thanks to the opposing thumb on its paws, being perfectly able to use them as a human would use their hands. Its form was the slightest bit hunched, actions quick in hopes that none had taken notice of this accident. 

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To be honest, he hadn’t been expecting a response, but talking creatures in general were hardly strange for him. He was surrounded by talking ravens and crows on an hourly basis, after all, and that hardly fazed him anymore. Still, his brows shot up and he stared at the creature with renewed interest at hearing her—as it turned out to be female—speak. This opened new possibilities. In his opinion, it was easier to get to know a species if they could communicate with him.

"Bansee," he repeated, flashing her a kind smile. "My apologies for my behavior. Of everything I’ve seen in all the known and unknown realms, your kind is not familiar to me. You surprised me, is all. My name is Loki. I live around here." Around seemed a nicer, looser term as he really had no definite idea of which direction his house was anymore.

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         The creature gave a short but certainly cheerful chuckle, not aimed to mock. She was quite relieved by his calm response and now decided to take a few steps to the side and therefor away from the tree, the rest of her long body slowly coming into view; tail dragged behind her on the ground as it was hold closed by the pattern of stitches that continued to travel from the being's chest along her stomach and to the tail's tip. Though, while such appeared on her back and shoulders as well, they seemed much similar to her chest, open and showing an amber color.

         The great difference; no actual layer was hiding any of what was inside, easily displaying the many tentacles that almost appeared as though asleep as they rested inside idly, rarely shifting. For but a moment did Banshee stand side-ways towards the other before her hind-legs made steps to once more face him only with her front. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Loki. Hold no worries about your behavior; it is only natural. I hope I have not been trespassing any borders of your home." 

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Loki’s eyes widened just slightly when the creature moved to stand, her sheer size enough to make him rub his eyes again as if he was imagining this all. He was not, that was for certain, and he cleared his throat and downed a good portion of his coffee the same way an alcoholic would down his drink. Part of him wished he did have alcohol.

Still, his previous statement remained on the table and when Loki returned his eyes back to the creature he took the moment to admire her, head cocked slightly. No, she certainly was unlike any creature he’d ever seen or heard of and that fact in itself made him curious. What was she? Were there more like her? Where did she come from? Loki had devoted much of his time several years ago to gaining as much knowledge and information about all the creatures known in the Nine realms and he was disappointed he’d never heard nor seen something quite like her. “What are you?” He found himself saying softly, not expecting an answer but saying it aloud nonetheless. Sometimes, certain things needed to be spoken aloud.

[deceivingxlooks]

       It was almost amusing to see his reaction. The disbelief that came for but a moment. The difference in height from being on the ground to standing up is never fully registered by herself, as is natural with certain traits that one is simply used to over the years. But what had her hesitate was the question. It was obvious that it had not been given in the assumption of the creature being able to speak, but having the ability to do so would deem it quite rude in her mind not to answer, whether he knew of it or not. And with those thoughts came a pause from her side. Hesitation out of uncertainty.

      Uncertainty about her reply. It most likely would not be advised to act as though it was normal for both parties to have her speak. Therefor, it was a simple "greetings" which she spoke at first, the soft voice confirming the being as a female. Her muzzle did not move much, logically not able to beyond what was known from canines, but the words were still perfectly clear, seemingly not restricted by such. Banshee waited a short moment, perhaps for him to register fully that she in fact just spoke, before doing so once more with a polite and gentle tone, not raised more than what was necessary to be heard. "There is no name for what I am, but I can offer to be called Banshee."

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It wasn’t strange for Loki to go out roaming through the expanse of woods around his home. He lived several miles away from the nearest town but it wasn’t so far he couldn’t walk there, and besides, where his legs lacked his magic made up for. After teleporting to the heart of Seattle to pick up some coffee from his favorite cafe, he returned to those woods and chose to walk the longer route back to his house. In the distance, he could hear the faint cries of ravens and if he bothered to glance up he’d spot another, much quieter one hanging in the trees near him. Frankly, Keir’s presence was never a surprise. The raven was oft nearby when he left the house, watching him like a guard dog.

Loki paused suddenly in his tracks so he could down a large portion of his coffee in a few quick gulps without risking spilling it all over himself. Wouldn’t have been the first time, honestly, that he’d done such a thing. But it was just as he was lowering his cup that he spotted something from the corner of his eye that immediately grabbed his attention. Turning, his malachite eyes locked on that of a strange, very strange creature he’d never seen before. Most normal people would have panicked or lost control, but Loki did nothing of the sort. The creature didn’t seem to wish to harm him from what he could tell thus far, so cocking his head he turned fully so he faced it, his eyes settling on its nose instead of its eyes. It was the respectful thing to do, after all, and that mixed with his relaxed posture hinted that he was no threat. “Such a strange beauty you are,” he murmured softly.

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     For a split second, there was worry on the being's mind when it was discovered, knowing how the reactions to its presence differed greatly, and not too often was it panic. Which was why it relieved and also calmed Banshee to instead be greeted with unexpected respect. In fact, she could not read any signs of hostile or unresting nature as the creature's gaze took in his figure. Interesting. It had been quite a while since the last time she met someone this relaxed around her. This train of thought was interrupted, long ears twitching slightly as they remained in their standing position and picked up the sound of a voice. 

       The words were not perfectly clear due to the distance, but neither was it difficult to know that they came from the man she looked at. No desire to have a staring contest, Banshee instead shifted, hind legs now moving once again to lift her body, same with her front legs. Despite her actual body being hidden behind the tree, it was easy to see that she moved, her long neck's lower end slightly lifted by the creature's shoulders. And she did so slowly, not wishing to set off any alarms. 

     Taking a step forward was what she did, allowing her form to hold itself in a less exhausting manner, head lifting, as it would be a lie to say that it was not straining to hold her head outstretched for too long. Still, Banshee allowed only her front to be seen, displaying the thin threads of black shade that mimicked the look of a corset as they were strung over an amber opening on her chest, a lovely contrast to the otherwise dark, leathery skin of this being. It did not stop there, though.

      This continued along her slender neck, with small patterns adorning what most likely hold it together. And yet it looked so much to be part of its body, not anything put or sewn on. Just like those claws on its feet and strangely shaped muzzle. Never was the connection to the skin broken, as though simply draped over her bone's structure. Though, they certainly seemed sharp and lethal, other than her hazel eyes.

     Those were gentle and mature, no actual pupil visible. But it was easy to know that her attention belonged to the human, and instead of any words, Banshee lowered her head once more for a moment, in the fashion of a bow, the creature itself not of the small sort. An agile build, yes, but Banshee did in fact reach 1,93 meters when counting her horns in their shape of blades. Perhaps it was the wonderful, brown fluff around her shoulders and the long hair that softened most of the terrifying looks. 

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    Now this was interesting.

      It had been quite the calm day, as expected from woods that lay close enough to the sea for Banshee's sensitive ears to pick up its gentle murmur whenever a gentle breeze carried it through the trees. A wonderful place away from civilization, only few buildings in the distance, and even then much less frantic of a place than other places she had found herself in previously. 

      As she lay there on her stomach, hind legs to the side and right front paw over her left, it was rest what the creature seemed to be seeking for a while now. Banshee was far from exhausted, having walked not nearly long enough for that, but neither would she aim for such. Instead, the being simply aimed to enjoy nature's offerings of surroundings, tail resting next to her body, its dark threads pulling it close, hiding what lay within. 

      It was then that something changed. Nothing visibly. But the scent that came to Banshee's nose. Not only did it change drastically for someone that could pick it apart so distinctively, but next to the wonderfully natural pieces, it also hold within something not found in a forest at any time. Strong in itself, even if only barely able to be picked out from the others.

       "Coffee.", she spoke to herself, just as her ears went to stand upright, catching the sound of soft footsteps not far from her position. Stretching her long neck forward, the creature allowed herself a look past the tree next to which she rests, not spending any thoughts on her own, strange appearance as the gaze of hazel eyes locked on the form of what she assumed to be a human.