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deercountry2022-05-12 05:01 pm
delilah_dirk) wrote in deercountry2022-05-12 05:01 pm
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On feathered wings and clomping boots
Who: Delilah Dirk and YOU! [New CR very, very welcome!]
What: Monthly log - Delilah about town, her beast form, and other things!
When: Across the month
Where: She gets places
Warnings: Monster-Delilah can be a bit...pester-y.
Early Month - OPEN
It was a slow month, thus far. She sat at her little stand, set up in a corner of the market. She looked terribly bored. She was leaned back in a chair, only two legs of it on the ground, her long boots crossed on top of the little stand that served as her highly-mobile place of business.
She is very, very slowly working at sharpening and polishing one of her swords. Everything about her nature says bored, and she'll give quite a bit for someone to alleviate said state of boredom. She'll happily take trouble if she can't get fun.
The Beast Form Awakens - OPEN
It's an odd feeling to wake up with feathers. Granted, she wasn't exactly in a frame of mind to examine these facts, certainly not at first. Truth was, the creature that awoke was one that was very, very single-minded. The beast burst through the nearest window, tumbling out into the night - and flew. What was on the wing was still noticeably Delilah, if only just. The skirt was torn in places, letting the clawed feet free at the end of still human legs.
The wings sprouted from her arms, a mass of brown and white feathers, like those of a sparrow, the two main colours separated by little vee-shaped flecks of black. Her hands, too, ended in talons.
Her face was elongated a bit, the eyes wider - and the massive amount of chestnut hair now sprouted similarly-coloured feathers in a wild mass, some falling out with each tight maneuver she wound through the air.
Perhaps you'll see her flying from rooftop to rooftop, searching. She has two objectives. The first is food, anything that can be snatched from open windows. And the second, well.
Any good bird wants something shiny for her nest. Hopefully it isn't your shiny thing that those reaching talons snatch at, diving out of the night.
Later Beast - Established CR
Within a night or two, she has it under control. Mostly. The urge to steal shiny things is still very strong. But at least her face looks normal now.
Granted, her way of showing off what's happened may...not go over quite as well. Which is, to wit, mainly flying right up to you, thudding down out of the sky next to you and announcing:
"Look! Harpy!"
Denouement and Decisions - Closed to Luz and Rose
Later in the month, her usual self - though still occasionally finding feathers in her hair, where are the things coming from? - it becomes time to deal with a rather...pressing issue. Her Harpy form had hidden the damn box the thing was in during it's brief reign of feather-brained idiocy - it'd taken her days to find the tree it had been lodged in.
But after much peril, her little search party had retrieved a singular mask from the Temple of the Forgotten Mother. They didn't know, for sure, why it had been stored there. Though they had their guesses. But the bigger question was: what to do with it now?
OPEN - Choose your own adventure!
[Always open to suggested CR! Drop me a PM or plurk to chat! I know she's obscure so she's not well known/popular, but her canon is bog-simple, so you won't have to read wikis or do research.]
What: Monthly log - Delilah about town, her beast form, and other things!
When: Across the month
Where: She gets places
Warnings: Monster-Delilah can be a bit...pester-y.
Early Month - OPEN
It was a slow month, thus far. She sat at her little stand, set up in a corner of the market. She looked terribly bored. She was leaned back in a chair, only two legs of it on the ground, her long boots crossed on top of the little stand that served as her highly-mobile place of business.
She is very, very slowly working at sharpening and polishing one of her swords. Everything about her nature says bored, and she'll give quite a bit for someone to alleviate said state of boredom. She'll happily take trouble if she can't get fun.
The Beast Form Awakens - OPEN
It's an odd feeling to wake up with feathers. Granted, she wasn't exactly in a frame of mind to examine these facts, certainly not at first. Truth was, the creature that awoke was one that was very, very single-minded. The beast burst through the nearest window, tumbling out into the night - and flew. What was on the wing was still noticeably Delilah, if only just. The skirt was torn in places, letting the clawed feet free at the end of still human legs.
The wings sprouted from her arms, a mass of brown and white feathers, like those of a sparrow, the two main colours separated by little vee-shaped flecks of black. Her hands, too, ended in talons.
Her face was elongated a bit, the eyes wider - and the massive amount of chestnut hair now sprouted similarly-coloured feathers in a wild mass, some falling out with each tight maneuver she wound through the air.
Perhaps you'll see her flying from rooftop to rooftop, searching. She has two objectives. The first is food, anything that can be snatched from open windows. And the second, well.
Any good bird wants something shiny for her nest. Hopefully it isn't your shiny thing that those reaching talons snatch at, diving out of the night.
Later Beast - Established CR
Within a night or two, she has it under control. Mostly. The urge to steal shiny things is still very strong. But at least her face looks normal now.
Granted, her way of showing off what's happened may...not go over quite as well. Which is, to wit, mainly flying right up to you, thudding down out of the sky next to you and announcing:
"Look! Harpy!"
Denouement and Decisions - Closed to Luz and Rose
Later in the month, her usual self - though still occasionally finding feathers in her hair, where are the things coming from? - it becomes time to deal with a rather...pressing issue. Her Harpy form had hidden the damn box the thing was in during it's brief reign of feather-brained idiocy - it'd taken her days to find the tree it had been lodged in.
But after much peril, her little search party had retrieved a singular mask from the Temple of the Forgotten Mother. They didn't know, for sure, why it had been stored there. Though they had their guesses. But the bigger question was: what to do with it now?
OPEN - Choose your own adventure!
[Always open to suggested CR! Drop me a PM or plurk to chat! I know she's obscure so she's not well known/popular, but her canon is bog-simple, so you won't have to read wikis or do research.]
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"Whoa! So that, that's a Greek myth. Um, congratulations!" She's happy for her! At least, she thinks she should be happy in this context? Live your best life!
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"Problem's not thinking like a bird. Very intrusive, thinking I need to preen."
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Somehow her notifs shut off?? Sorry for pushing the wrong button, apparently!
Whoops! No worries
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"I dunno, feel fine. Haven't eaten any squirrels or anything, so I think I'm doing fine enough."
She pauses.
"Do you need anything?"
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She answers her with a soft shrug of her shoulders.
"I don't think I need anything in particular right now? I was thinking of getting groceries, but we could just hang out for now! I wanna know all about your harpy adventures!"
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She moves, hopping a bit before remembering that's not how humans walk and awkwardly stepping up next to Scorpia.
"Right, there we go." She closes her eyes. "Legs and toes, not chicken stalks and talons."
She sighs, nodding.
"Well, turns out harpies have a bit of a thing for shiny objects."
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"Who can blame them?" she responds with a smile. "Shiny objects are very pretty! There's no denying that. Shininess just adds a little extra flair, you know? Does that mean you've been collecting some kind of shiny things now?"
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"I've cached a bunch of things...no idea where they are, now. A lot of spoons."
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She shrugged.
"Thankfully it doesn't seem to be much more vital than spoons."
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