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Welcome to ✨️Moonlit Miscellany✨️, a 16+ indepentendt nultimuse and multifandom rp blog run by Vee ( @viiviidlights )
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This RP blog is semi-selective, in that I typically follow back, but there are some exceptions.
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⛪️🔥A Moment of Silence - Open RP Starter
(Primarily for Genshin OCs, but context can easily be adjusted for most circumstances. Divider by @/saradika-graphics)
Synopsis: You meet a priest with a distant gaze and a heavy burden weighing him down.
– 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !
"Don’t look back."
"I missed you."
"It’s too late."
"Please don’t go."
"You promised me."
"Who did this?"
"I forgive you."
"We were gods."
"Leave me alone."
"They found us."
"Trust me, please."
"I need help."
"Run. Don’t stop."
"It wasn’t me."
"I remember everything."
"Burn it all."
"Tell me why."
"You never called."
"It’s just rain."
"You owe me."
"She’s not breathing."
"Is that blood?"
"You were right."
"It ends now."
"We start over."
"Stay with me."
"Nothing feels real."
"I hate this."
"Do it now."
"They're watching us."
"Make it stop."
"It's not yours."
"I was waiting."
"He’s behind you."
"They’re all gone."
"Time is up."
"Bring them back."
"It’s our turn."
"This is wrong."
"Don’t let go."
"We are cursed."
"No one knows."
"You're not real."
"Don’t say it."
"I saw everything."
"Nothing ever changes."
"Call it off."
"What are you?"
"I found it."
"Let me in."
💀🌳🌑A Midnight Encounter - Nonfandom RP Starter (OPEN) (Ft. Grim)
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The woods at night are dark- perhaps too dark at times, what with all of the brush and overgrowth that dangles between the trees, both in the canopies and on the ground.
It isn't often that people will choose to venture so deep into such unknown territory at this time, and yet? There are those brave souls who can't help but let curiosity get the better of them.
For one brave soul who might find themselves wandering this late, the sound of clicking and the cracking of branches follows softly in the distance; not close enough to be alarming, but certainly not far enough to just be coincidence.
And yet, should the late-night traveler decide to turn around, the only indication of any other presence is a dim violet glow climbing between the trees.
She fluffed and her ears flapped as she stammered looking like a freshly airdried and washed sheep, "i-its no-just forget about it it'd be weird."
She had fancied some notion of shifting forms and wrapping herself around the larger man. He had gone to such lengths, a near stranger at first, to make her feel safe and welcome and she wanted to return that feeling even if she was not a fighter.
But the idea of being so intimately entangled with someone was also deeply startling. She hadn't wanted such with anyone before. "Ma-maybe i should have you do the markings tho; i don't have anything specific like Andal for titles or claimant achievements so it might as well be decorative. I am mostly just... white with bit of purple..."
Istala didn't fancy herself as particularly pretty or even pleasing to the eye. She was very graceful, sure, and even by her own measure a delightful personality and company. But that did not equate to beauty even if andal and aunt ardy had claimed otherwise. Everyone she'd know had wanted her for money or for social investment to some idea of a higher standing... she was nice, educated, and a deeply skilled empath, nothing but a pearl among many such back home.
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Andal for his part had spent the last days working hard on toning his muscles and had gotten several good kills of deer and had traded the meats and rendered fat for other goods to make himself a leather vest to tuck over his crest and mane.
He wanted to go to the party, but was worried about brushing his crest constantly; istala had given him one of the panels of plain silk to thread along the inside of the vest and it had made it bearable.
When they left to make the final adjustments for tonight's excursion he went and found a spot to bathe himself. He winced, hissing between clenched teeth as the cold felt sharp on the blunted nerve fibers in his mane. Maybe one day he'd be used to it but every time seemed a fresh new pang of pain for some reason.
"Ah, well... I suppose there's always another time, then?" Grim said. His expression remained the same, though there was just a faint hint of disappointment in his words.
He had to acknowledge that no matter how curious he might be, he wasn't going to force someone to do something they didn't want to do... even if the concept of altering ones form intrigued him. To push someone to do something they weren't comfortable with? It would be practically unforgivable for Grim to do such a thing, he thought.
Still, once the topic changed back to the paint, they snapped back as though they hadn't been silently pondering Istala's words.
"Ah, umm.... well, luckily... markings are just natural to us... think like... a fingerprint in their uniqueness... I'd be honored to help you... come up with something! Although... I may have you pick out the colors you wish to use... I'm sure whatever the result, you'll be quite... lovely," Grim said, the corners of his wide mouth turning upward slightly. "I worry any work... I do would be insufficient in... doing you justice."
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The day of the festivities was always quite lively, a day that Grim even preferred starting the day early, but it knew that the night was really going to be the more exciting part, at least in its opinion.
Carefully holding a brush in hand, Grim delicately dipped it into a small bowl of paint that had been painstakingly labeled "indigo". He had made the mistake of grabbing the wrong bowl far too many times in the past, so he had gotten Mordred and an artist friend to help distinguish everything.
As they awkwardly drew the brush around the black markings on their arms, they sighed. Painting markings on themselves was one thing, but they would soon have to treat another person as their canvas, which was far from an easy task.
"[Agh...]," He muttered in his native tongue. "[Is this really going to be as fun as I think it is...? What if they're simply... bored by everything? Or maybe everyone was simply playing along? Ugh, I don't know...]"
Still, he almost perfectly corrected himself when hearing movement from a few rooms over.
"Ah- is everything... going alright?"
"Well... i mean i'm not the same as any of you so?... so there isn't exactly a standard is there?" She pointed out cautiously, she was having a hard time sitting still for the paint to dry as it tickled greatly as it settled into her fur.
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Andal grunted before making a proper reply "water was chillier than i expected is all. Nothing bad" he called back as he got to scrubbing. Istala had offered to help and he regretted not taking her up on the offer; if nothing else the water would've been warner for having another body in it.
"Nope... no such thing as... standards on our markings..." Grim replied, delicately dipping his brush once more and carefully painting some more lines, adding some occasional extra shapes here and there for some extra flair. "Well... that's not entirely true... symmetry is... favored in many regards... and simpler patterns tend to be more... overlooked compared to more intricate ones... but for outsiders...? Painted patterns are simply that. Nothing more, nothing less."
Grim spoke from experience. Their own markings, aesthetically speaking, were not one of the features others mentioned when speaking about their appearance. The jarring asymmetry of stripes along an opposing arm and leg, as well as the simple patterning was nothing special, really, compared to most of their other features.
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"Should you need heat... I might be able to bring some coals...?" Grim offered, though it made no attempts to move right away, continuing to draw the brush gently along its arms. The bristles tingled along the sensitive skin, which only made the experience all the more unpleasant.
"Otherwise... I should leave you to it... but if you wish to join us, then you can find me..."
Istala managed to sit still for the rest of it and around the time she was done andal came out drying his hair still.
He gave his sister a once over, looked at Grim and raised an eyebrow with a smirk but said nothing. "You look good sis. I think you'll enjoy yourself tonight."
Grim simply nodded, satisfied with his work. He had done his best to be delicate with the markings he had painted on Istala, making them not too simplistic, but not so overly extravagant as to make her stick out too much. Careful swirls along her arms were painted with the utmost precision, a feat that he was quite honestly giddy about himself - Grim never saw himself as someone good at creating or going over patterns.
This was only further exemplified as he watched the other two speaking, grumbling unintelligible obscenities under his breath while he fudged another line along his arm.
"I do hope that... everything will be to both of your likings... it's not often outsiders come to take part, so... I believe everyone will try to go all out. Just... make sure to do as you feel fit, really..." He said, giving up on the single stripe he was having issues with and moving on to the next one.
Istala stopped fussing with he brother and looked at Grim. "Would you like a hand?" She was more than willing and he seemed frustrated with the time he was having which made sense with so many lanky limbs.
Grim paused for a moment, ears twitching slightly at the question.
"Um... are you... quite sure? I.. wouldn't wish to burden you, as... your host..."
Still, the help with his arm would be welcome, at least. Maybe his lower leg, too, if only because bending it and pulling it up into awkward angles was going to be incredibly uncomfortable.
"But... if you're offering... I suppose a bit of assistance would be appreciated."
Grim wished that it wasn't necessary to have to paint over their own markings, that they could simply exist as the others do. Alas, it was just one of the many struggles that came along with being Them... they really couldn't argue too much with a bit of help.
🌺 Tell me a preconeption/headcanon you have for one of my characters... 🌺
And I’ll rate how accurate it is on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being way off and 10 being basically canon!
[Untitled] - Open Nonfandom Rp Starter
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Nighttime was a lonely, quiet time for many. The world winds down to a stop, people leave the streets in favor of the comfort of their homes, even the animals quiet themselves to settle in for slumber.
Unfortunately, for someone like Erik Gordon, the silence was deafening and the darkness was suffocating. He never liked the night - it only meant he had to be alone with his thoughts, dark as they were most of the time.
So when he wound up in a quiet bar, a drink in one hand and a basket of fries in front of him, he was grateful for the dull chatter of the few inhabitants and the echoing of the television. It wasn't company (god knew his roommate was fast asleep and wouldn't go with him), but... it was something. Though, he didn't really think he wanted company in the first place.
The universe always had a funny way of messing with him, though, and his eyebrow twitched as he noticed the person staring at him from the end of his booth.
"... 's there something I can help you with, or are you just here to gawk?"
Ouros stared back, unblinking green reptilian eyes, then spoke quietly with only a light lisp. "I'm waiting on my sssssteak, you came after and got sssservvved fffirssst... I think i will quesstion the waiter..."
Those clear lids that naga all had slid over in a slow blink. He must be one of the more tropical varities if he was acting so sluggish in this tepid weather.
Erik simply shrugged, turning back to his table.
"Who knows? God knows I'm not a regular here, more like... an occasional if anything," he shrugged. "Could just be that one of these things takes a lot less time to do than the other, but sure. Whatever makes you feel better."
He didn't really mean to be dismissive (or at least, he didn't mean to be so passive aggressive), but the nights like these usually left Erik feeling nothing more than drained, bored, and maybe vaguely resentful towards a vast majority of the population.
"Izzat it, though? Or you just gonna stand here til the waitstaff decides to start doing the rounds again?" He asked, the slight edge to his tone not dulling in the least.
The naga cocked its head at him for the first bit, then hissed softly, low "consssidering mosst would avoid me by choiccce yess... yesss i do think itss neccesssary. Poor sssserviccce isss one thing... I do not care to trussst my temper much longer."
His coils shifted under him, bunching and looping over themselves, shifting to a more comfortable arrangement. That was when his stomach growled and the noise was somehow more startling than anything else. One long gurgling popping, whining noises that seemed to just rumble loose of his coils as they moved.
The next waitress to pass by him he did catch by the shoulder, the gesture utterly unpredatory, with an air of 'hey please notice me' that still made the girl jump and almost slap him. He seemed used to the treatment but did draw himself to height and asked in his best speech. "How much longer on my steaks? I know it was a large order, but they only really have to be toast-roassted?"
She stammered something barely comprehensible about food code safety and he sighed and let her go, reaching up to rub the heat pits along his lips with annoyance. Great, just great, so this was another one of those areas thats wouldn't give predatory customer reasonable requests. If he wanted to settle in around here he'd have to find a farmer, or maybe a butcher.
And then see if he was allowed to barbecue or not at his little shack-hovel he was renting.
Observing the exchange with almost... bored silence, Erik's eyebrow did raise slightly when he noticed the way the waitress seemed to... hesitate? Jolt? He wasn't quite sure...
Then again, most people weren't already accustomed to living with reptilian folk of ANY variety, so perhaps he was an exception to the rule.
"Sheesh... talk about customer service, huh?" He smirked, though his voice lacked any real humor. "I'd say i knew this place was bad about any real dietary accommodations, but this one's news to me..."
He stared again at the plate of fries and sighed. No, yeah, he definitely knew. Perhaps a bit too well. Granted... it was quite different when the dietary need included actual honest-to-god raw meat compared to just a bit of grain but...
He slid the plate over with a half-hearted shrug.
"I have a feeling you aren't gonna leave that easy, so here. Sides are bottomless in this place anyways so if ya want, take a snack."
He made a hissing rumble through his pits and gave a shrug. "Perhapss, maybe jusssst... off kilter... not many large naga here... not much chance for- mmm... adjusssstment." He seemed more disappointed by the waitress's reaction than hurt.
"Apprecciated, but too many grainsss will bugger the gut. A sssshaame... i do love the ssssssalt, but not worth the painsssss... and thiss hungry i might give them reasssson to find a bottom." A hissing chuckle as his tail tip slapped the floor a few times. "Do you know any cattle or meat farmerss in town? Would be cheaper; haven't had a chance to look m'self."
"Still, can't be easy having folks acting like that because you just have a specific need."
Erik may not have been able to perfectly relate - he was first and foremost a generic human. Most things by default catered to him. Still, he did at least have a passing familiarity with the struggles that having a tail alone brought, let alone it being half the body of a person.
"But no, I don't know of any farmers in particular," Erik said, shaking his head. "Or at least, not personally... I spend too much time in the inner part of things here to know about that sorta thing..."
He paused, a brief and rare moment of a probably good idea pinging in his brain.
"I do know a few guys though who might be able to give me some names. My roommate is a huge gym bro who also happens to cook so... theres that preference. Also know a guy who seems to know a guy for everything so..."
He snorted softly through his pits "aye, no, but cooked it just meansss more chugging water... i... hate ssslossshing around." It was hard for reptilian faces to pull an expression but he definitely seemed to make one of ardent disgust at the notion, lips pinching up along the pits before relaxing.
"I will, unfortunately, likely be back here in a week or sssso mm, here." He turned and slowly pulled out a buisness card from a pocket and slid it over. "I do barter tradesss as well." The card announced him as a licensed and proven rune mage with a mastery in something called 'life progressions' and an adept rating for generalized skills as well as elemental/naturalistic things.
"Fair enough... I more meant along the lines of he likes finding the quality shit, but it answers some questions all the same," Erik remarked, shrugging.
He picked up the card, regarding it with intrigue. He wasn't really well versed in anything mystical or magical, aside from what he picked up from various games or stories in his free time. But at least it was a number to call - avoided the awkwardness of having to ask for a contact.
"I don't know how much id be able to offer for a trade... maybe a free tattoo or something. But if I can get some info I'll send it your way. Whatever makes life easier, you know?"
He snorted through his pits in amusement "i'd be impressed if someone could put a tattoo to scales. That'd be a first to my knowledge. The favor of being able to plan a meal properly would be favor enough. I have a deep freeze and a butcher room set up in the garage. But the deer around here are only a 2 month hunting season and i'm not looking to break local regulations and laws, or, for that matter eat everyone out of a decent hunting season."
Erik gave a huff of laughter of his own, a low puff of air that seemed to shake his form briefly.
"Yeahhhhh, you really don't wanna fuck with the local wildlife commission here... I aint the outdoorsy type myself but I've heard some horror stories. Still, re: the tattoo thing, there's probably... some way to figure that shit out, but I'm probably the last guy who'd ever come up with it... but once I shake that info out of someone, it'll be sent to you asap. I aint gonna let another guy go hungry, ya know?"
"Itssss appreciated. Sssso, tattooing... musst be an interessting trade? Ssso many difffferent clientele?"
Finally the first platter of steaks came out. Were set down and the naga stared at them with utter distaste. They weren't even medium rare, brown the full way through.
"It sssseemsss i will be staying home thiss week. As i will be sssslosshing with damnable water weight." He sighed and started stabbing a fork into each steak and popping them much the way a normal person would eat a chicken nugget.... with significantly less chewing.
A pause here and there to go through several water glasses between each. The waitress finally caving enough to give him three glasses just so she didn't have to refill them quite as often.
Erik shrugged, not really feeling as though any answer he could give would be particularly interesting.
"I guess it's about as varied as most of your customer service type jobs... shop I work at tends to attract nerds and gamers in particular, which... honestly could be worse," He explained. His own tattoos, one of which wrapped around his arm, was a pretty good indication of his own typical audience. "Makes it a bit easier to chat with clients day to day when you share a hobby, yeah?"
Looking at the plate, he was filled with a strange sympathy (and familiar sense of exhaustion).
"Jeez dude... is every place you go as disappointing as this one seems?"
"It is a tossssss up the besst of days... this is better than being turned away." He shrugged philosophically; he was more bothered by the service itself than the quality of it. If a customer wasn't going to be harmed where WAS the harm in only *lightly* searing a steak for flavor.
"I understand food safety is different for everyone and fairly universal legally but i also know exceptions are made for reptile and amphib' folk because some of us flat can't eat cooked food. Though i am not about to go and catch a bug steak at the local frog grill..." he waved his fork a bit "not that its bad per se but it'd be almost twice the cost of this. I may splurge next time to avoid the hassle though."
He sighed hearing about the gamers "wish i could be part of such a hobby; alas they have yet to invent a screen *i* can read. Infrared is a blessing and a curse."
Erik nodded sympathetically.
"Damn, that's rough, buddy... both the price hike fer food and the lack of screen hobbies... you have to deal with grocery prices too for half the size of the regular or what?"
Probably not, he figured, but it meant he could understand - albeit only because of his own situation.
"Can't say a bug steak sounds too thrilling, though... unless they like... fried up one of those bigass dinner plate spiders, maybe... how would that even work, actually?"
✨️I want... to post a Genshin starter... but im afraid bc idk how chill people are with OC bc most (if not all) of the genshin blogs I follow are Canon muses. And also I just dont know which one to throw out there... im definitely thinking one of my silly ladies (Hanami, Cordelia, Ilyana) but...
💀🌳🌑A Midnight Encounter - Nonfandom RP Starter (OPEN) (Ft. Grim)
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The woods at night are dark- perhaps too dark at times, what with all of the brush and overgrowth that dangles between the trees, both in the canopies and on the ground.
It isn't often that people will choose to venture so deep into such unknown territory at this time, and yet? There are those brave souls who can't help but let curiosity get the better of them.
For one brave soul who might find themselves wandering this late, the sound of clicking and the cracking of branches follows softly in the distance; not close enough to be alarming, but certainly not far enough to just be coincidence.
And yet, should the late-night traveler decide to turn around, the only indication of any other presence is a dim violet glow climbing between the trees.
She fluffed and her ears flapped as she stammered looking like a freshly airdried and washed sheep, "i-its no-just forget about it it'd be weird."
She had fancied some notion of shifting forms and wrapping herself around the larger man. He had gone to such lengths, a near stranger at first, to make her feel safe and welcome and she wanted to return that feeling even if she was not a fighter.
But the idea of being so intimately entangled with someone was also deeply startling. She hadn't wanted such with anyone before. "Ma-maybe i should have you do the markings tho; i don't have anything specific like Andal for titles or claimant achievements so it might as well be decorative. I am mostly just... white with bit of purple..."
Istala didn't fancy herself as particularly pretty or even pleasing to the eye. She was very graceful, sure, and even by her own measure a delightful personality and company. But that did not equate to beauty even if andal and aunt ardy had claimed otherwise. Everyone she'd know had wanted her for money or for social investment to some idea of a higher standing... she was nice, educated, and a deeply skilled empath, nothing but a pearl among many such back home.
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Andal for his part had spent the last days working hard on toning his muscles and had gotten several good kills of deer and had traded the meats and rendered fat for other goods to make himself a leather vest to tuck over his crest and mane.
He wanted to go to the party, but was worried about brushing his crest constantly; istala had given him one of the panels of plain silk to thread along the inside of the vest and it had made it bearable.
When they left to make the final adjustments for tonight's excursion he went and found a spot to bathe himself. He winced, hissing between clenched teeth as the cold felt sharp on the blunted nerve fibers in his mane. Maybe one day he'd be used to it but every time seemed a fresh new pang of pain for some reason.
"Ah, well... I suppose there's always another time, then?" Grim said. His expression remained the same, though there was just a faint hint of disappointment in his words.
He had to acknowledge that no matter how curious he might be, he wasn't going to force someone to do something they didn't want to do... even if the concept of altering ones form intrigued him. To push someone to do something they weren't comfortable with? It would be practically unforgivable for Grim to do such a thing, he thought.
Still, once the topic changed back to the paint, they snapped back as though they hadn't been silently pondering Istala's words.
"Ah, umm.... well, luckily... markings are just natural to us... think like... a fingerprint in their uniqueness... I'd be honored to help you... come up with something! Although... I may have you pick out the colors you wish to use... I'm sure whatever the result, you'll be quite... lovely," Grim said, the corners of his wide mouth turning upward slightly. "I worry any work... I do would be insufficient in... doing you justice."
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The day of the festivities was always quite lively, a day that Grim even preferred starting the day early, but it knew that the night was really going to be the more exciting part, at least in its opinion.
Carefully holding a brush in hand, Grim delicately dipped it into a small bowl of paint that had been painstakingly labeled "indigo". He had made the mistake of grabbing the wrong bowl far too many times in the past, so he had gotten Mordred and an artist friend to help distinguish everything.
As they awkwardly drew the brush around the black markings on their arms, they sighed. Painting markings on themselves was one thing, but they would soon have to treat another person as their canvas, which was far from an easy task.
"[Agh...]," He muttered in his native tongue. "[Is this really going to be as fun as I think it is...? What if they're simply... bored by everything? Or maybe everyone was simply playing along? Ugh, I don't know...]"
Still, he almost perfectly corrected himself when hearing movement from a few rooms over.
"Ah- is everything... going alright?"
"Well... i mean i'm not the same as any of you so?... so there isn't exactly a standard is there?" She pointed out cautiously, she was having a hard time sitting still for the paint to dry as it tickled greatly as it settled into her fur.
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Andal grunted before making a proper reply "water was chillier than i expected is all. Nothing bad" he called back as he got to scrubbing. Istala had offered to help and he regretted not taking her up on the offer; if nothing else the water would've been warner for having another body in it.
"Nope... no such thing as... standards on our markings..." Grim replied, delicately dipping his brush once more and carefully painting some more lines, adding some occasional extra shapes here and there for some extra flair. "Well... that's not entirely true... symmetry is... favored in many regards... and simpler patterns tend to be more... overlooked compared to more intricate ones... but for outsiders...? Painted patterns are simply that. Nothing more, nothing less."
Grim spoke from experience. Their own markings, aesthetically speaking, were not one of the features others mentioned when speaking about their appearance. The jarring asymmetry of stripes along an opposing arm and leg, as well as the simple patterning was nothing special, really, compared to most of their other features.
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"Should you need heat... I might be able to bring some coals...?" Grim offered, though it made no attempts to move right away, continuing to draw the brush gently along its arms. The bristles tingled along the sensitive skin, which only made the experience all the more unpleasant.
"Otherwise... I should leave you to it... but if you wish to join us, then you can find me..."
Istala managed to sit still for the rest of it and around the time she was done andal came out drying his hair still.
He gave his sister a once over, looked at Grim and raised an eyebrow with a smirk but said nothing. "You look good sis. I think you'll enjoy yourself tonight."
Grim simply nodded, satisfied with his work. He had done his best to be delicate with the markings he had painted on Istala, making them not too simplistic, but not so overly extravagant as to make her stick out too much. Careful swirls along her arms were painted with the utmost precision, a feat that he was quite honestly giddy about himself - Grim never saw himself as someone good at creating or going over patterns.
This was only further exemplified as he watched the other two speaking, grumbling unintelligible obscenities under his breath while he fudged another line along his arm.
"I do hope that... everything will be to both of your likings... it's not often outsiders come to take part, so... I believe everyone will try to go all out. Just... make sure to do as you feel fit, really..." He said, giving up on the single stripe he was having issues with and moving on to the next one.
[Untitled] - Open Nonfandom Rp Starter
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Nighttime was a lonely, quiet time for many. The world winds down to a stop, people leave the streets in favor of the comfort of their homes, even the animals quiet themselves to settle in for slumber.
Unfortunately, for someone like Erik Gordon, the silence was deafening and the darkness was suffocating. He never liked the night - it only meant he had to be alone with his thoughts, dark as they were most of the time.
So when he wound up in a quiet bar, a drink in one hand and a basket of fries in front of him, he was grateful for the dull chatter of the few inhabitants and the echoing of the television. It wasn't company (god knew his roommate was fast asleep and wouldn't go with him), but... it was something. Though, he didn't really think he wanted company in the first place.
The universe always had a funny way of messing with him, though, and his eyebrow twitched as he noticed the person staring at him from the end of his booth.
"... 's there something I can help you with, or are you just here to gawk?"
Ouros stared back, unblinking green reptilian eyes, then spoke quietly with only a light lisp. "I'm waiting on my sssssteak, you came after and got sssservvved fffirssst... I think i will quesstion the waiter..."
Those clear lids that naga all had slid over in a slow blink. He must be one of the more tropical varities if he was acting so sluggish in this tepid weather.
Erik simply shrugged, turning back to his table.
"Who knows? God knows I'm not a regular here, more like... an occasional if anything," he shrugged. "Could just be that one of these things takes a lot less time to do than the other, but sure. Whatever makes you feel better."
He didn't really mean to be dismissive (or at least, he didn't mean to be so passive aggressive), but the nights like these usually left Erik feeling nothing more than drained, bored, and maybe vaguely resentful towards a vast majority of the population.
"Izzat it, though? Or you just gonna stand here til the waitstaff decides to start doing the rounds again?" He asked, the slight edge to his tone not dulling in the least.
The naga cocked its head at him for the first bit, then hissed softly, low "consssidering mosst would avoid me by choiccce yess... yesss i do think itss neccesssary. Poor sssserviccce isss one thing... I do not care to trussst my temper much longer."
His coils shifted under him, bunching and looping over themselves, shifting to a more comfortable arrangement. That was when his stomach growled and the noise was somehow more startling than anything else. One long gurgling popping, whining noises that seemed to just rumble loose of his coils as they moved.
The next waitress to pass by him he did catch by the shoulder, the gesture utterly unpredatory, with an air of 'hey please notice me' that still made the girl jump and almost slap him. He seemed used to the treatment but did draw himself to height and asked in his best speech. "How much longer on my steaks? I know it was a large order, but they only really have to be toast-roassted?"
She stammered something barely comprehensible about food code safety and he sighed and let her go, reaching up to rub the heat pits along his lips with annoyance. Great, just great, so this was another one of those areas thats wouldn't give predatory customer reasonable requests. If he wanted to settle in around here he'd have to find a farmer, or maybe a butcher.
And then see if he was allowed to barbecue or not at his little shack-hovel he was renting.
Observing the exchange with almost... bored silence, Erik's eyebrow did raise slightly when he noticed the way the waitress seemed to... hesitate? Jolt? He wasn't quite sure...
Then again, most people weren't already accustomed to living with reptilian folk of ANY variety, so perhaps he was an exception to the rule.
"Sheesh... talk about customer service, huh?" He smirked, though his voice lacked any real humor. "I'd say i knew this place was bad about any real dietary accommodations, but this one's news to me..."
He stared again at the plate of fries and sighed. No, yeah, he definitely knew. Perhaps a bit too well. Granted... it was quite different when the dietary need included actual honest-to-god raw meat compared to just a bit of grain but...
He slid the plate over with a half-hearted shrug.
"I have a feeling you aren't gonna leave that easy, so here. Sides are bottomless in this place anyways so if ya want, take a snack."
He made a hissing rumble through his pits and gave a shrug. "Perhapss, maybe jusssst... off kilter... not many large naga here... not much chance for- mmm... adjusssstment." He seemed more disappointed by the waitress's reaction than hurt.
"Apprecciated, but too many grainsss will bugger the gut. A sssshaame... i do love the ssssssalt, but not worth the painsssss... and thiss hungry i might give them reasssson to find a bottom." A hissing chuckle as his tail tip slapped the floor a few times. "Do you know any cattle or meat farmerss in town? Would be cheaper; haven't had a chance to look m'self."
"Still, can't be easy having folks acting like that because you just have a specific need."
Erik may not have been able to perfectly relate - he was first and foremost a generic human. Most things by default catered to him. Still, he did at least have a passing familiarity with the struggles that having a tail alone brought, let alone it being half the body of a person.
"But no, I don't know of any farmers in particular," Erik said, shaking his head. "Or at least, not personally... I spend too much time in the inner part of things here to know about that sorta thing..."
He paused, a brief and rare moment of a probably good idea pinging in his brain.
"I do know a few guys though who might be able to give me some names. My roommate is a huge gym bro who also happens to cook so... theres that preference. Also know a guy who seems to know a guy for everything so..."
He snorted softly through his pits "aye, no, but cooked it just meansss more chugging water... i... hate ssslossshing around." It was hard for reptilian faces to pull an expression but he definitely seemed to make one of ardent disgust at the notion, lips pinching up along the pits before relaxing.
"I will, unfortunately, likely be back here in a week or sssso mm, here." He turned and slowly pulled out a buisness card from a pocket and slid it over. "I do barter tradesss as well." The card announced him as a licensed and proven rune mage with a mastery in something called 'life progressions' and an adept rating for generalized skills as well as elemental/naturalistic things.
"Fair enough... I more meant along the lines of he likes finding the quality shit, but it answers some questions all the same," Erik remarked, shrugging.
He picked up the card, regarding it with intrigue. He wasn't really well versed in anything mystical or magical, aside from what he picked up from various games or stories in his free time. But at least it was a number to call - avoided the awkwardness of having to ask for a contact.
"I don't know how much id be able to offer for a trade... maybe a free tattoo or something. But if I can get some info I'll send it your way. Whatever makes life easier, you know?"
He snorted through his pits in amusement "i'd be impressed if someone could put a tattoo to scales. That'd be a first to my knowledge. The favor of being able to plan a meal properly would be favor enough. I have a deep freeze and a butcher room set up in the garage. But the deer around here are only a 2 month hunting season and i'm not looking to break local regulations and laws, or, for that matter eat everyone out of a decent hunting season."
Erik gave a huff of laughter of his own, a low puff of air that seemed to shake his form briefly.
"Yeahhhhh, you really don't wanna fuck with the local wildlife commission here... I aint the outdoorsy type myself but I've heard some horror stories. Still, re: the tattoo thing, there's probably... some way to figure that shit out, but I'm probably the last guy who'd ever come up with it... but once I shake that info out of someone, it'll be sent to you asap. I aint gonna let another guy go hungry, ya know?"
"Itssss appreciated. Sssso, tattooing... musst be an interessting trade? Ssso many difffferent clientele?"
Finally the first platter of steaks came out. Were set down and the naga stared at them with utter distaste. They weren't even medium rare, brown the full way through.
"It sssseemsss i will be staying home thiss week. As i will be sssslosshing with damnable water weight." He sighed and started stabbing a fork into each steak and popping them much the way a normal person would eat a chicken nugget.... with significantly less chewing.
A pause here and there to go through several water glasses between each. The waitress finally caving enough to give him three glasses just so she didn't have to refill them quite as often.
Erik shrugged, not really feeling as though any answer he could give would be particularly interesting.
"I guess it's about as varied as most of your customer service type jobs... shop I work at tends to attract nerds and gamers in particular, which... honestly could be worse," He explained. His own tattoos, one of which wrapped around his arm, was a pretty good indication of his own typical audience. "Makes it a bit easier to chat with clients day to day when you share a hobby, yeah?"
Looking at the plate, he was filled with a strange sympathy (and familiar sense of exhaustion).
"Jeez dude... is every place you go as disappointing as this one seems?"
💀🌳🌑A Midnight Encounter - Nonfandom RP Starter (OPEN) (Ft. Grim)
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The woods at night are dark- perhaps too dark at times, what with all of the brush and overgrowth that dangles between the trees, both in the canopies and on the ground.
It isn't often that people will choose to venture so deep into such unknown territory at this time, and yet? There are those brave souls who can't help but let curiosity get the better of them.
For one brave soul who might find themselves wandering this late, the sound of clicking and the cracking of branches follows softly in the distance; not close enough to be alarming, but certainly not far enough to just be coincidence.
And yet, should the late-night traveler decide to turn around, the only indication of any other presence is a dim violet glow climbing between the trees.
She fluffed and her ears flapped as she stammered looking like a freshly airdried and washed sheep, "i-its no-just forget about it it'd be weird."
She had fancied some notion of shifting forms and wrapping herself around the larger man. He had gone to such lengths, a near stranger at first, to make her feel safe and welcome and she wanted to return that feeling even if she was not a fighter.
But the idea of being so intimately entangled with someone was also deeply startling. She hadn't wanted such with anyone before. "Ma-maybe i should have you do the markings tho; i don't have anything specific like Andal for titles or claimant achievements so it might as well be decorative. I am mostly just... white with bit of purple..."
Istala didn't fancy herself as particularly pretty or even pleasing to the eye. She was very graceful, sure, and even by her own measure a delightful personality and company. But that did not equate to beauty even if andal and aunt ardy had claimed otherwise. Everyone she'd know had wanted her for money or for social investment to some idea of a higher standing... she was nice, educated, and a deeply skilled empath, nothing but a pearl among many such back home.
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Andal for his part had spent the last days working hard on toning his muscles and had gotten several good kills of deer and had traded the meats and rendered fat for other goods to make himself a leather vest to tuck over his crest and mane.
He wanted to go to the party, but was worried about brushing his crest constantly; istala had given him one of the panels of plain silk to thread along the inside of the vest and it had made it bearable.
When they left to make the final adjustments for tonight's excursion he went and found a spot to bathe himself. He winced, hissing between clenched teeth as the cold felt sharp on the blunted nerve fibers in his mane. Maybe one day he'd be used to it but every time seemed a fresh new pang of pain for some reason.
"Ah, well... I suppose there's always another time, then?" Grim said. His expression remained the same, though there was just a faint hint of disappointment in his words.
He had to acknowledge that no matter how curious he might be, he wasn't going to force someone to do something they didn't want to do... even if the concept of altering ones form intrigued him. To push someone to do something they weren't comfortable with? It would be practically unforgivable for Grim to do such a thing, he thought.
Still, once the topic changed back to the paint, they snapped back as though they hadn't been silently pondering Istala's words.
"Ah, umm.... well, luckily... markings are just natural to us... think like... a fingerprint in their uniqueness... I'd be honored to help you... come up with something! Although... I may have you pick out the colors you wish to use... I'm sure whatever the result, you'll be quite... lovely," Grim said, the corners of his wide mouth turning upward slightly. "I worry any work... I do would be insufficient in... doing you justice."
---
The day of the festivities was always quite lively, a day that Grim even preferred starting the day early, but it knew that the night was really going to be the more exciting part, at least in its opinion.
Carefully holding a brush in hand, Grim delicately dipped it into a small bowl of paint that had been painstakingly labeled "indigo". He had made the mistake of grabbing the wrong bowl far too many times in the past, so he had gotten Mordred and an artist friend to help distinguish everything.
As they awkwardly drew the brush around the black markings on their arms, they sighed. Painting markings on themselves was one thing, but they would soon have to treat another person as their canvas, which was far from an easy task.
"[Agh...]," He muttered in his native tongue. "[Is this really going to be as fun as I think it is...? What if they're simply... bored by everything? Or maybe everyone was simply playing along? Ugh, I don't know...]"
Still, he almost perfectly corrected himself when hearing movement from a few rooms over.
"Ah- is everything... going alright?"
"Well... i mean i'm not the same as any of you so?... so there isn't exactly a standard is there?" She pointed out cautiously, she was having a hard time sitting still for the paint to dry as it tickled greatly as it settled into her fur.
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Andal grunted before making a proper reply "water was chillier than i expected is all. Nothing bad" he called back as he got to scrubbing. Istala had offered to help and he regretted not taking her up on the offer; if nothing else the water would've been warner for having another body in it.
"Nope... no such thing as... standards on our markings..." Grim replied, delicately dipping his brush once more and carefully painting some more lines, adding some occasional extra shapes here and there for some extra flair. "Well... that's not entirely true... symmetry is... favored in many regards... and simpler patterns tend to be more... overlooked compared to more intricate ones... but for outsiders...? Painted patterns are simply that. Nothing more, nothing less."
Grim spoke from experience. Their own markings, aesthetically speaking, were not one of the features others mentioned when speaking about their appearance. The jarring asymmetry of stripes along an opposing arm and leg, as well as the simple patterning was nothing special, really, compared to most of their other features.
---
"Should you need heat... I might be able to bring some coals...?" Grim offered, though it made no attempts to move right away, continuing to draw the brush gently along its arms. The bristles tingled along the sensitive skin, which only made the experience all the more unpleasant.
"Otherwise... I should leave you to it... but if you wish to join us, then you can find me..."
[Untitled] - Open Nonfandom Rp Starter
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Nighttime was a lonely, quiet time for many. The world winds down to a stop, people leave the streets in favor of the comfort of their homes, even the animals quiet themselves to settle in for slumber.
Unfortunately, for someone like Erik Gordon, the silence was deafening and the darkness was suffocating. He never liked the night - it only meant he had to be alone with his thoughts, dark as they were most of the time.
So when he wound up in a quiet bar, a drink in one hand and a basket of fries in front of him, he was grateful for the dull chatter of the few inhabitants and the echoing of the television. It wasn't company (god knew his roommate was fast asleep and wouldn't go with him), but... it was something. Though, he didn't really think he wanted company in the first place.
The universe always had a funny way of messing with him, though, and his eyebrow twitched as he noticed the person staring at him from the end of his booth.
"... 's there something I can help you with, or are you just here to gawk?"
Ouros stared back, unblinking green reptilian eyes, then spoke quietly with only a light lisp. "I'm waiting on my sssssteak, you came after and got sssservvved fffirssst... I think i will quesstion the waiter..."
Those clear lids that naga all had slid over in a slow blink. He must be one of the more tropical varities if he was acting so sluggish in this tepid weather.
Erik simply shrugged, turning back to his table.
"Who knows? God knows I'm not a regular here, more like... an occasional if anything," he shrugged. "Could just be that one of these things takes a lot less time to do than the other, but sure. Whatever makes you feel better."
He didn't really mean to be dismissive (or at least, he didn't mean to be so passive aggressive), but the nights like these usually left Erik feeling nothing more than drained, bored, and maybe vaguely resentful towards a vast majority of the population.
"Izzat it, though? Or you just gonna stand here til the waitstaff decides to start doing the rounds again?" He asked, the slight edge to his tone not dulling in the least.
The naga cocked its head at him for the first bit, then hissed softly, low "consssidering mosst would avoid me by choiccce yess... yesss i do think itss neccesssary. Poor sssserviccce isss one thing... I do not care to trussst my temper much longer."
His coils shifted under him, bunching and looping over themselves, shifting to a more comfortable arrangement. That was when his stomach growled and the noise was somehow more startling than anything else. One long gurgling popping, whining noises that seemed to just rumble loose of his coils as they moved.
The next waitress to pass by him he did catch by the shoulder, the gesture utterly unpredatory, with an air of 'hey please notice me' that still made the girl jump and almost slap him. He seemed used to the treatment but did draw himself to height and asked in his best speech. "How much longer on my steaks? I know it was a large order, but they only really have to be toast-roassted?"
She stammered something barely comprehensible about food code safety and he sighed and let her go, reaching up to rub the heat pits along his lips with annoyance. Great, just great, so this was another one of those areas thats wouldn't give predatory customer reasonable requests. If he wanted to settle in around here he'd have to find a farmer, or maybe a butcher.
And then see if he was allowed to barbecue or not at his little shack-hovel he was renting.
Observing the exchange with almost... bored silence, Erik's eyebrow did raise slightly when he noticed the way the waitress seemed to... hesitate? Jolt? He wasn't quite sure...
Then again, most people weren't already accustomed to living with reptilian folk of ANY variety, so perhaps he was an exception to the rule.
"Sheesh... talk about customer service, huh?" He smirked, though his voice lacked any real humor. "I'd say i knew this place was bad about any real dietary accommodations, but this one's news to me..."
He stared again at the plate of fries and sighed. No, yeah, he definitely knew. Perhaps a bit too well. Granted... it was quite different when the dietary need included actual honest-to-god raw meat compared to just a bit of grain but...
He slid the plate over with a half-hearted shrug.
"I have a feeling you aren't gonna leave that easy, so here. Sides are bottomless in this place anyways so if ya want, take a snack."
He made a hissing rumble through his pits and gave a shrug. "Perhapss, maybe jusssst... off kilter... not many large naga here... not much chance for- mmm... adjusssstment." He seemed more disappointed by the waitress's reaction than hurt.
"Apprecciated, but too many grainsss will bugger the gut. A sssshaame... i do love the ssssssalt, but not worth the painsssss... and thiss hungry i might give them reasssson to find a bottom." A hissing chuckle as his tail tip slapped the floor a few times. "Do you know any cattle or meat farmerss in town? Would be cheaper; haven't had a chance to look m'self."
"Still, can't be easy having folks acting like that because you just have a specific need."
Erik may not have been able to perfectly relate - he was first and foremost a generic human. Most things by default catered to him. Still, he did at least have a passing familiarity with the struggles that having a tail alone brought, let alone it being half the body of a person.
"But no, I don't know of any farmers in particular," Erik said, shaking his head. "Or at least, not personally... I spend too much time in the inner part of things here to know about that sorta thing..."
He paused, a brief and rare moment of a probably good idea pinging in his brain.
"I do know a few guys though who might be able to give me some names. My roommate is a huge gym bro who also happens to cook so... theres that preference. Also know a guy who seems to know a guy for everything so..."
He snorted softly through his pits "aye, no, but cooked it just meansss more chugging water... i... hate ssslossshing around." It was hard for reptilian faces to pull an expression but he definitely seemed to make one of ardent disgust at the notion, lips pinching up along the pits before relaxing.
"I will, unfortunately, likely be back here in a week or sssso mm, here." He turned and slowly pulled out a buisness card from a pocket and slid it over. "I do barter tradesss as well." The card announced him as a licensed and proven rune mage with a mastery in something called 'life progressions' and an adept rating for generalized skills as well as elemental/naturalistic things.
"Fair enough... I more meant along the lines of he likes finding the quality shit, but it answers some questions all the same," Erik remarked, shrugging.
He picked up the card, regarding it with intrigue. He wasn't really well versed in anything mystical or magical, aside from what he picked up from various games or stories in his free time. But at least it was a number to call - avoided the awkwardness of having to ask for a contact.
"I don't know how much id be able to offer for a trade... maybe a free tattoo or something. But if I can get some info I'll send it your way. Whatever makes life easier, you know?"
He snorted through his pits in amusement "i'd be impressed if someone could put a tattoo to scales. That'd be a first to my knowledge. The favor of being able to plan a meal properly would be favor enough. I have a deep freeze and a butcher room set up in the garage. But the deer around here are only a 2 month hunting season and i'm not looking to break local regulations and laws, or, for that matter eat everyone out of a decent hunting season."
Erik gave a huff of laughter of his own, a low puff of air that seemed to shake his form briefly.
"Yeahhhhh, you really don't wanna fuck with the local wildlife commission here... I aint the outdoorsy type myself but I've heard some horror stories. Still, re: the tattoo thing, there's probably... some way to figure that shit out, but I'm probably the last guy who'd ever come up with it... but once I shake that info out of someone, it'll be sent to you asap. I aint gonna let another guy go hungry, ya know?"
💀🌳🌑A Midnight Encounter - Nonfandom RP Starter (OPEN) (Ft. Grim)
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The woods at night are dark- perhaps too dark at times, what with all of the brush and overgrowth that dangles between the trees, both in the canopies and on the ground.
It isn't often that people will choose to venture so deep into such unknown territory at this time, and yet? There are those brave souls who can't help but let curiosity get the better of them.
For one brave soul who might find themselves wandering this late, the sound of clicking and the cracking of branches follows softly in the distance; not close enough to be alarming, but certainly not far enough to just be coincidence.
And yet, should the late-night traveler decide to turn around, the only indication of any other presence is a dim violet glow climbing between the trees.
She fluffed and her ears flapped as she stammered looking like a freshly airdried and washed sheep, "i-its no-just forget about it it'd be weird."
She had fancied some notion of shifting forms and wrapping herself around the larger man. He had gone to such lengths, a near stranger at first, to make her feel safe and welcome and she wanted to return that feeling even if she was not a fighter.
But the idea of being so intimately entangled with someone was also deeply startling. She hadn't wanted such with anyone before. "Ma-maybe i should have you do the markings tho; i don't have anything specific like Andal for titles or claimant achievements so it might as well be decorative. I am mostly just... white with bit of purple..."
Istala didn't fancy herself as particularly pretty or even pleasing to the eye. She was very graceful, sure, and even by her own measure a delightful personality and company. But that did not equate to beauty even if andal and aunt ardy had claimed otherwise. Everyone she'd know had wanted her for money or for social investment to some idea of a higher standing... she was nice, educated, and a deeply skilled empath, nothing but a pearl among many such back home.
---
Andal for his part had spent the last days working hard on toning his muscles and had gotten several good kills of deer and had traded the meats and rendered fat for other goods to make himself a leather vest to tuck over his crest and mane.
He wanted to go to the party, but was worried about brushing his crest constantly; istala had given him one of the panels of plain silk to thread along the inside of the vest and it had made it bearable.
When they left to make the final adjustments for tonight's excursion he went and found a spot to bathe himself. He winced, hissing between clenched teeth as the cold felt sharp on the blunted nerve fibers in his mane. Maybe one day he'd be used to it but every time seemed a fresh new pang of pain for some reason.
"Ah, well... I suppose there's always another time, then?" Grim said. His expression remained the same, though there was just a faint hint of disappointment in his words.
He had to acknowledge that no matter how curious he might be, he wasn't going to force someone to do something they didn't want to do... even if the concept of altering ones form intrigued him. To push someone to do something they weren't comfortable with? It would be practically unforgivable for Grim to do such a thing, he thought.
Still, once the topic changed back to the paint, they snapped back as though they hadn't been silently pondering Istala's words.
"Ah, umm.... well, luckily... markings are just natural to us... think like... a fingerprint in their uniqueness... I'd be honored to help you... come up with something! Although... I may have you pick out the colors you wish to use... I'm sure whatever the result, you'll be quite... lovely," Grim said, the corners of his wide mouth turning upward slightly. "I worry any work... I do would be insufficient in... doing you justice."
---
The day of the festivities was always quite lively, a day that Grim even preferred starting the day early, but it knew that the night was really going to be the more exciting part, at least in its opinion.
Carefully holding a brush in hand, Grim delicately dipped it into a small bowl of paint that had been painstakingly labeled "indigo". He had made the mistake of grabbing the wrong bowl far too many times in the past, so he had gotten Mordred and an artist friend to help distinguish everything.
As they awkwardly drew the brush around the black markings on their arms, they sighed. Painting markings on themselves was one thing, but they would soon have to treat another person as their canvas, which was far from an easy task.
"[Agh...]," He muttered in his native tongue. "[Is this really going to be as fun as I think it is...? What if they're simply... bored by everything? Or maybe everyone was simply playing along? Ugh, I don't know...]"
Still, he almost perfectly corrected himself when hearing movement from a few rooms over.
"Ah- is everything... going alright?"
✨️... if i made a twst verse for some of my nonfandom OCs how would we feel abt that chat?
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[Untitled] - Open Nonfandom Rp Starter
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Nighttime was a lonely, quiet time for many. The world winds down to a stop, people leave the streets in favor of the comfort of their homes, even the animals quiet themselves to settle in for slumber.
Unfortunately, for someone like Erik Gordon, the silence was deafening and the darkness was suffocating. He never liked the night - it only meant he had to be alone with his thoughts, dark as they were most of the time.
So when he wound up in a quiet bar, a drink in one hand and a basket of fries in front of him, he was grateful for the dull chatter of the few inhabitants and the echoing of the television. It wasn't company (god knew his roommate was fast asleep and wouldn't go with him), but... it was something. Though, he didn't really think he wanted company in the first place.
The universe always had a funny way of messing with him, though, and his eyebrow twitched as he noticed the person staring at him from the end of his booth.
"... 's there something I can help you with, or are you just here to gawk?"
Ouros stared back, unblinking green reptilian eyes, then spoke quietly with only a light lisp. "I'm waiting on my sssssteak, you came after and got sssservvved fffirssst... I think i will quesstion the waiter..."
Those clear lids that naga all had slid over in a slow blink. He must be one of the more tropical varities if he was acting so sluggish in this tepid weather.
Erik simply shrugged, turning back to his table.
"Who knows? God knows I'm not a regular here, more like... an occasional if anything," he shrugged. "Could just be that one of these things takes a lot less time to do than the other, but sure. Whatever makes you feel better."
He didn't really mean to be dismissive (or at least, he didn't mean to be so passive aggressive), but the nights like these usually left Erik feeling nothing more than drained, bored, and maybe vaguely resentful towards a vast majority of the population.
"Izzat it, though? Or you just gonna stand here til the waitstaff decides to start doing the rounds again?" He asked, the slight edge to his tone not dulling in the least.
The naga cocked its head at him for the first bit, then hissed softly, low "consssidering mosst would avoid me by choiccce yess... yesss i do think itss neccesssary. Poor sssserviccce isss one thing... I do not care to trussst my temper much longer."
His coils shifted under him, bunching and looping over themselves, shifting to a more comfortable arrangement. That was when his stomach growled and the noise was somehow more startling than anything else. One long gurgling popping, whining noises that seemed to just rumble loose of his coils as they moved.
The next waitress to pass by him he did catch by the shoulder, the gesture utterly unpredatory, with an air of 'hey please notice me' that still made the girl jump and almost slap him. He seemed used to the treatment but did draw himself to height and asked in his best speech. "How much longer on my steaks? I know it was a large order, but they only really have to be toast-roassted?"
She stammered something barely comprehensible about food code safety and he sighed and let her go, reaching up to rub the heat pits along his lips with annoyance. Great, just great, so this was another one of those areas thats wouldn't give predatory customer reasonable requests. If he wanted to settle in around here he'd have to find a farmer, or maybe a butcher.
And then see if he was allowed to barbecue or not at his little shack-hovel he was renting.
Observing the exchange with almost... bored silence, Erik's eyebrow did raise slightly when he noticed the way the waitress seemed to... hesitate? Jolt? He wasn't quite sure...
Then again, most people weren't already accustomed to living with reptilian folk of ANY variety, so perhaps he was an exception to the rule.
"Sheesh... talk about customer service, huh?" He smirked, though his voice lacked any real humor. "I'd say i knew this place was bad about any real dietary accommodations, but this one's news to me..."
He stared again at the plate of fries and sighed. No, yeah, he definitely knew. Perhaps a bit too well. Granted... it was quite different when the dietary need included actual honest-to-god raw meat compared to just a bit of grain but...
He slid the plate over with a half-hearted shrug.
"I have a feeling you aren't gonna leave that easy, so here. Sides are bottomless in this place anyways so if ya want, take a snack."
He made a hissing rumble through his pits and gave a shrug. "Perhapss, maybe jusssst... off kilter... not many large naga here... not much chance for- mmm... adjusssstment." He seemed more disappointed by the waitress's reaction than hurt.
"Apprecciated, but too many grainsss will bugger the gut. A sssshaame... i do love the ssssssalt, but not worth the painsssss... and thiss hungry i might give them reasssson to find a bottom." A hissing chuckle as his tail tip slapped the floor a few times. "Do you know any cattle or meat farmerss in town? Would be cheaper; haven't had a chance to look m'self."
"Still, can't be easy having folks acting like that because you just have a specific need."
Erik may not have been able to perfectly relate - he was first and foremost a generic human. Most things by default catered to him. Still, he did at least have a passing familiarity with the struggles that having a tail alone brought, let alone it being half the body of a person.
"But no, I don't know of any farmers in particular," Erik said, shaking his head. "Or at least, not personally... I spend too much time in the inner part of things here to know about that sorta thing..."
He paused, a brief and rare moment of a probably good idea pinging in his brain.
"I do know a few guys though who might be able to give me some names. My roommate is a huge gym bro who also happens to cook so... theres that preference. Also know a guy who seems to know a guy for everything so..."
He snorted softly through his pits "aye, no, but cooked it just meansss more chugging water... i... hate ssslossshing around." It was hard for reptilian faces to pull an expression but he definitely seemed to make one of ardent disgust at the notion, lips pinching up along the pits before relaxing.
"I will, unfortunately, likely be back here in a week or sssso mm, here." He turned and slowly pulled out a buisness card from a pocket and slid it over. "I do barter tradesss as well." The card announced him as a licensed and proven rune mage with a mastery in something called 'life progressions' and an adept rating for generalized skills as well as elemental/naturalistic things.
"Fair enough... I more meant along the lines of he likes finding the quality shit, but it answers some questions all the same," Erik remarked, shrugging.
He picked up the card, regarding it with intrigue. He wasn't really well versed in anything mystical or magical, aside from what he picked up from various games or stories in his free time. But at least it was a number to call - avoided the awkwardness of having to ask for a contact.
"I don't know how much id be able to offer for a trade... maybe a free tattoo or something. But if I can get some info I'll send it your way. Whatever makes life easier, you know?"
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💀🌳🌑A Midnight Encounter - Nonfandom RP Starter (OPEN) (Ft. Grim)
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The woods at night are dark- perhaps too dark at times, what with all of the brush and overgrowth that dangles between the trees, both in the canopies and on the ground.
It isn't often that people will choose to venture so deep into such unknown territory at this time, and yet? There are those brave souls who can't help but let curiosity get the better of them.
For one brave soul who might find themselves wandering this late, the sound of clicking and the cracking of branches follows softly in the distance; not close enough to be alarming, but certainly not far enough to just be coincidence.
And yet, should the late-night traveler decide to turn around, the only indication of any other presence is a dim violet glow climbing between the trees.
She brightened, somewhat literally, at the invitation and took one of his hands with a gentle squeeze. "I'd like that, i'd like that a lot." Then suddenly she seemed to catch herself and pulled the hand back, tapping her fingers with her own nerves. "But- the only nice thing i have to wear is what i came in..."
Grim's pupils widened a moment at the sudden gesture, but he quickly cleared his throat and nodded with a large smile.
"Don't worry! I could always... ask a friend... and... if you wish to participate, I have... some body paints... that you could use to give yourself... some markings."
Okay... so while Grim was certainly not the most fashion forward, Tihi or his mother could certainly help somehow... right?
"But honestly... it isn't a very formal event in the first place... at least clothing-wise. Not when... a major part is... showing off our own forms and markings..."
She fluffed a bit, making a sound that was almost an inquisitive purr, "so its??? A nude event? I didn't know any other cultures did that. Traders were always disturbed by it at home." She thought about it and then cautiously said "maybe someone could help me tailor those robes for something lighter? The- the most fabric is mostly unstained..." she went a little wild behind the eyes as she slowly got the words out faltering.
She wished she had grabbed more. Her loom... jewelry... some of her scrolls or her favorite sleeping tunic. So much gone... she was staring past Grim's shoulder, unmoving except for the watering of her eyes as her mind wandered over her situation.
"Well, I suppose... it depends from person to person... some prefer... to wear less than others but... I'm sure someone could... help you with..."
Grim's voice trailed off as they noticed the tears forming in Istala's eyes. Their head tilted to the side, a lanky hand reaching out in concern.
"Is... everything alright?" He asked, voice softening slightly, not wanting to press, but still wanting to check in. "I-if you've changed your mind... that's... that's alright, too..."
She refocused on him, pupils pinning for a second to slits before widening again as she wiped at her cheeks laughing with nerves. "No, no, its... just a shame... i don't think i'm ever gonna feel comfortable in one of those robes again... not after-, but i can't stand stand the idea of wasting the fabric. That silk took me years to weave an-an-" she took a deep breath and finished shakily "and i don't wanna let go of it but i can't stand to look at it the way it is... ma-m-maybe if its made into something new it wouldn't... hurt so much."
Her fingers were twitching against the table, her whole demeanor caught between outburst, contained emotion, or explosive need for action.
Abruptly she stood "if- if you don't have anything to do now-, we could go see Mordred and maybe she could help... trim the stained bits? I imagine a healer has many forms of very sharp shears."
Grim's voice was soft, understanding as he nodded. He gently took her hand, the pads of his fingers soft and plush.
"I see... I don't see why we wouldn't... be able to pay her a... visit. I... don't know how much she'll be able to help with... refashioning your robes... but perhaps... going out might be good regardless...?"
She nodded, smiling slightly if with tight lips. She looked at his hand, squeezed it gently and let go reluctantly to go fetch the garment.
During the walk she was quiet and pensive. Staring alternatively at the ground or the garment she was carrying. She was the one to knock gently at the door.
She wasn't exactly sure what she expected, but she quietly explained as best she could what she wanted to do with it. To turn it into something still wearable, perhaps just a skirt or half tunic. "I don't really care i just don't want to let it go. I spent months on this fabric for m-m-my-my Bonding..." she made a face of mixed disgust and deep betrayal still looking at the garment like it had lied or something.
Mordred was quiet for a moment... to have guests back so soon was one thing, but for something entirely unrelated to anything in terms of physiology or health was another. It had been years since she'd done anything with a needle and thread, but she would sincerely try.
She looked between Grim, Istala, and the fabric and hummed for a moment, a fanciful little tune she conjured up in her head for times like this.
"This really is some exquisite fabric, isn't it, dear?" She asked, examining a corner to get a better look at it. "There's almost too many things I could suggest but... why not a dress? Or maybe a veiled headpiece? You could do wonders with the flow of this fabric..."
Grim didn't know much about sewing or clothes making himself, but he wanted to at least try to help in some capacity.
"You could... perhaps do both, too... or maybe split the fabric and create a matching set of... something...? I... don't know if that could... work... but maybe you could make a pair... of something for yourself... and a friend? Or your... brother?" He offered, head tilting slightly as he made the suggestion.
The idea of her brother wearing such a pattern brought forth a titter of tired laughter, "o-oh, hehaaaheheehe, n-no i think not for Andalar. Its uh, its a bridal pattern, and i picked and wove the colors for my complexion so it would be complementary. Many find purple to be too pale a color and the blue and greens made it look more exotic than it was." She reached out and thumbed the hem thoughtfully.
"I think a dress would be a bit more than the fabric would stretch to make; a skirt? Or flared pants maybe?" After some more small discussion they settled on a kind of modified harem flared pants that would make the natural pond water and lily pattern look like it was rippling when she moved. Such a design would also be easy enough to fly or move around in and could be hitched in a rather large and decorative bow with some of the strips from the top of the backing where the rents had been pulled apart.
It took a few days of slow work to finish but she was quite pleased with the work. She had also been quietly exposing more of what exactly had happened when the boys had been around. She always spoke softly and seemed to be asking and telling these things more to gauge Mordred's reaction against her own inclinations and confirming things she had suspected but from the tone of the stories it seemed she had been gaslit a great deal by both herself and others.
She was terrified of flying for one, and hadn't actually admitted it to anyone else, but the explanation of why was equally horrifying and enlightening. Wings came with sexual maturity and girls did not get them UNTIL they had had relations, and with the monarchy being matrilineal and achieved by having a heir-daughter yourself this had meant her sisters all had theirs long before her.
She had been a last, singular egg from her mother who had gone through menopause, such an 'orphan-egg' or single clutching usually almost unheard of in their kind because if the bonding that occurred with siblings on hatching. The constant prescience of nest-mates being part of how Kith remained stable as empathic/telepathic babies, and part of the beginnings of the deep family bondings that made such a horribly insular and empathic society work.
That part of her remarkable skill and capacity for these skills was because the first few days from her hatching had been spent essentially screaming from attention while adults awkwardly avoided caring for the Queen's child since it was literally not their job. Her brother and an aunt who was a Shepard had taken this up on the third day as by law and tradition Istala was functionally abandoned and remained in the palace by the grace of this informal adoption.
Her elder siblings had, despite all of this and her own protestations, decided she was a threat and immediately the harassment had started. The most egregious had been them chucking her bodily out of one of the high terraces, that story had ended abruptly unfinished as she had almost torn the fabric in her hands for tight she had been clutching it, wrestling with the vivid memory and trauma.
Oh yes, she had discussed very much quietly and had, if anything, seemed relieved and also somewhat aggrieved by the soft jerks of surprise and horror she had sensed from the older woman. Holding up the final garment she smiled wanly, "well I'd better go get a wash up so I'm clean we've been working fairly hard today. Were you still serious about painting each other up?"
She looked up at Mordred letting the pants rest on the table, hopeful but relaxed; the woman was very private and she had consumed much of her time the last few days. She certainly didn't feel any need to press her farther than she was willing to lean into and she had... been pouring quite a lot of unpleasantness in the woman's ear.
Grim, admittedly, was mortified not only by his own ignorance at his suggestion, but also utterly horrified by what he had learned as he was able to delve under the surface. And Mordred, while she had known of many horrid things over the centuries, still found herself quite distressed at the stories she had been told.
Still, to gaze upon a finished product, bringing something to it's completion, was quite a pleasant task for both of them.
Grim was, despite his inability to perceive the complex hues of the fabric, enamored by the garment. He was almost eager to see what it looked like on the model, but- no that was an unimportant thought, wasn't it...?
Mordred seemed surprised by the question, though, nudging her child with a mischievous glance.
"Oh my little allium... you didn't mention you were going to get all dolled up for the festival, hmhm~" she teased, glancing between the two youths. "[Why... tracing the markings along ones body is quite an intimate act, I wasn't aware you had grown so close so quickly!]"
Grim was shocked back into reality by Mordred's second comment, eyes widening as they profusely shook their head. Even though she wasn't speaking the common tongue, the implications were quite clear from Grim's response.
"A-ah wait no it isn't like that-" They protested, waving one hand while covering their flushed face with the other. "I... well, I simply believed that it would be... welcoming to allow.... my guests to participate in the festivities... but it's entirely harmless... and rather rude to imply otherwise when... you know..."
Mordred simply chuckled, but she did seem a bit more serious. After all, anyone she deemed she liked was... basically under her protection afterwards, child of hers or not.
"Miss Istala, I assume Grim has filled you in on the full details of everything, right? What the attire will possibly look like (or not look like)? I understand many races might have issues with some of these things, even if they're inherently natural and harmless."
Istala looked between them and caught the implication of the words and fluffed from tail to ear tips her crest going a a very rich and deep pink like fresh bloomed poppies. She stammered at length and then physically clamped a hand over her muzzle until she got a wrangle on her words again.
"I think then maybe andal and i will do each other, i don't know if he'll care to wear his syngaulta colors but-" she shrugged haplessly "i don't have any except for weaving and i was a flier before a moon ago so..."
She was suddenly dead fixed at the table and making a very odd expression "maybe uuuh, maybe i could just... go feral?..."
Grim sighed, shaking their head (were they disappointed? Perhaps, but really they were just humiliated and exasperated). Mordred sat smugly chuckling to herself all the while, which only made it worse.
"It really isn't like that but... if it brings you comfort I can explain the process of painting. There aren't any... guidelines for those without markings... typically paint for them is only applied to those who have been injured or... are in situations like my own... so I suppose it at least means... you can get creative?"
He paused, though, tilting his head at the sudden suggestion.
"Feral...? What would something like that... entail?"
