Caretaker comes from a noble bloodline, as does Whumper, who all specialise in hunting mythical creatures. This trait and activity is passed on for generations, but Caretaker has no interest in it and deems it as cruel.
Until Whumper hosted a "celebration" of this activity, where all who are invited are given the choice to bring their domesticated and captured creatures to show off, Caretaker had no clue what the mythical creatures looked like, nor how diverse the species' were.
Caretaker soon finds out. All types of mythical or otherwise unique animals, ranging from kneeling elves to caged fairies to declawed werewolves to chained dragons, among many more. Though, one stands out to them; Whumpee, frail and small amongst the crowd and activity yet tense and alert, sitting dutifully beside Whumper's seat.
let me just ramble for a sec, there's so much potential in one sentence :]
how long have they been captive? lost? was it days, weeks, have they lost track of time? just how long does it take for them to completely lose hope?
think of a whumpee all alone, scared and injured, realizing that there is no help on the way, no one looking for them. Can they even save themselves at this point? or is it too late?
think of a whumper taunting them with the fact that they're being used as bait in a trap for their team, while whumpee knows they won't take the risk of saving them. Do they say it? spitting it in their face as the only act of defiance they're allowed? or do they keep it to themselves, knowing they're only alive because they have a use to whumper?
think of a whumper making everyone think they died, showing whumpee their own obituary, then as time goes on how everyone in their life is moving on and forgetting about them <3
Sinews of consciousness sunk into his haze-filled mind. Sounds burst through the surface as bubbles breaking the barrier of darkness to a smoke-caressed sky. Green cracked open to cries for help and blood-stained fingers reaching into nothingness. And at the same time, all was silent. His ears were ringing, loud, reverberating tones that replaced the rattle of gunfire and moans of bombs. It sounded like water was rushing over him, but he knew from the smell of smoke that it was fire.
The heat blasted against his cheeks until he realized that it was Shula's breath. And then his eyes focused dully on the silhouette of her slender form. She was alive and okay...that was all that mattered. The ground was still vibrating under him from the motion of military mechanics and wheels as well as footfall. It hadn't been long. The ringing died out and he suddenly could hear her voice, but not understand her words. Muffled slurs of sounds that weren't his language filled the space in his winded mind. Not...his...language? English! "Please, Spade... Say SOMETHING!" He understood. And the fact that he could still interpret in this state sent a sly smile slithering onto his pale lips. He was a genius after all. Or...so they said.
"Your — " Ohjesusfuckingchristinheaven. His breath caught in his lungs as if stabbed by a fishing hook and he took a moment to stop the world. It whirled in so many separate ways all at once, that Spade felt himself moving to try and get away from how ruptured his equilibrium had become. Make it stop...make it — It crashed down to the ground again and the womanizer dug his nails into the soil, taking deep breaths to keep himself from passing out. His ribs were broken further, already weakened by the bullet that shattered one, and he was sure that he only had one lung. Blood oozed down his side and had even sunk into his pant leg and down to his boot. Sweat gathered on his forehead from the simple act of staying awake and he reached out and touched Shula's face. There ain't no way he was living through this. He smiled.
Everyone, meet Spade Aeries, my (usually) drunk detective and ultimately favorite OC I’ve ever made. He’s going to be in the novel I write someday. This was a scene I actually wrote in 2011 when I was living in Japan on my old roleplay forum. I’m going to be posting his bio at some point, but I’m actually going to work on my new whumptober character first, Segi. Stay tuned!
I drool over Caretakers that seem like the sweetest and softest guardians. Ever so gentle with Whumpee. They may as well have a halo hovering above their head, they surely have a true heart of gold.
Until whumpee is threatened or hurt... and they see a red mist. They will spill blood for Whumpee, and take no prisoners. It's actually terrifying - like night and day. Jekyll and Hyde. Caretaker is unrecognisable in his fit of fury. They'll have Whumper cowering beneath them on the floor, beaten to a pulp - shielding whumpee behind them.
Whumpee doesn't know whether they're grateful for or terrified of Caretaker-
