“X” muse of your choice for both blogs, @problematicchildren
Damian knew this day of his life will be very, very, very bad. Though he didn’t thought it will be this bad. It started with arguing with his father which ended up with him having a bloody nose before school, then continued by a series of accidents, swear words and bad luck. Baddest of them being a brawl with a local asshole and his gang. He ended up getting beaten half dead and now layed bleeding in a park. He,sadly, felt every bone in his body, some of them most likely being broken as well. The young boy was most certainly sure he will die..unless someone decides to take a walk in the park’s darkest part in the middle of the nigh.@problematicchildren
fantasy-brewn
The boy saw the big form getting closer before fainting. Once he woke up he looked aorund the unfamiliar place curiously as he sat up slowly, still in pain. “Where the hell am I?–AAAAAA!!!” His reaction to the strange creature was less than elegant with the loud scream accompanied with him pressing against the wall behind him. “WHAT THE HELL?”
By the time Mane had dropped the boy off oh him and doing his best to treat his wounds in beast form, he had already begun the process of shifting back to normal.
He turned round as soon as he heard the boys screams, claws extending. When looking into his eyes and seeing the fear, the talons went away. Quickly. “Wait, that’s no-” The general grabbed a glass of water while the other continued with its screeching. “You might as well drink. I don’t have any alcohol but this will suffice. I’ll make you something to eat soon.” He walked away, crossing his arms and leaning against the opposite wall. “My name is Mane, so you may stop your pointless shrieks. I would of never mused you humans, I’m guessing, would of been so screamy.”
The boy looked at the other with round eyes, getting more and more confused by the second. Took the glass with shaky hands though and first sniffed the water then tasted it, before drinking the whole glass sensing no additional components. “I don’t do alcohol….” Is all he could muster watching him change and holding the glass as his life would depend on it. “…I uh…I’m Damian. And I was just…shocked..I don’t scream usually….uhm..sorry.” Was still in a little disbelief, but who is he to talk? He can breathe under water which is jsut as strange than turning into a beast. “So..uhm…So where am I? ”
“There’s nothing in it, I already checked.” He rasped. “But you are smart. I would of done the same.” The male pulled out a wheel of gauze and rolled it over in the boy’s direction. “Damian... hmmm... Pleased to meet you.” Mane thought for a moment, inscribing the boy’s name into his mind.
“Where? I guess you could say in my uhh... workshop.” Looking around, you could see the various weapons and tools strewn about. “Don’t worry, none will be used on you, just here for training. And fixing everything my daughter brakes.” He chuckled to himself for a short minute before looking him up and down again with a glare. “Damian, you look so young... what happened?”
