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deercountry2022-05-16 11:48 pm
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Helping A New Friend [Closed]
Who: Gaia, D [Closed]
What: D texts Gaia to ask if she'll run down to the corner store for a pint of blood. Gaia reluctantly agrees.
When: May 16
Where: D's Home - Cellar Door.
Content Warnings: Blood, vampires, vampire!squid?!, body horror, talk of brainwashing, Bausphomette things.
Some of the reluctance to make an appearance in the busier streets of Trench - particularly a place like Cellar Door (or at least near its edges) - was probably in part to avoid a case of mistaken identity. But Bausphomette's interventions this month are accepted and known. It's not... all too difficult. Not to obtain the blood via careful trade. Nor to pick one's way through the streets. Arte has been a wonderful help with this, acting as a translator for the quiet, slender beast-thing Gaia has become. The crowntail betta of an omen drifts here and there to give reassurance that the one which passes by means no harm and is no Beast.
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It has horns... antlers? Maybe deer-like, perhaps something else. A facial structure not unlike a cattle's skull, but absolutely thinner and delicate, soaked in a deep red that might be reminiscent of blood, though does not possess its unique copper smell. If one were to look close, one might even realize that is skin. Sunken eyes- enshadowed in the overlarge eyesockets but blue and and intelligent in the depths, and pupiless. Perhaps blind; she pauses and sniffs, sometimes lets out a cry that allows her to navigate the narrow streets based on the return of echo.
A mane of black fur coats her upper body and arms and she travels on all fours. Four long taloned digits click on the ground at the end of every limb; The long fur seems almost... groomed to look its best and thins as the ribs continue to the stomach; for the curve of this part of her body is whippet or greyhound-thin, covered with glittering dark scales that sometimes catch the surrounding lights on their edges. If there is tail or anything of note below her waist however, Gaia has fashioned herself a dark skirt of sorts and it is covered.
Her satchel is about her person; it would be familiar. And the senses that allow Sleepers to recognize someone else is another Sleeper would mark her as one. But after creeping into the yard of who she's come to see, Gaia turns her head and makes a hiss-tchk-chk-chk sound at the omen accompanying her.
"Honestly he invited you. I think you should knock." Arte replies primly. A male's 'voice', mellow in timbre. "And I'll call out."
Division of labor, clearly. Though the beast-thing rolls back on its haunches and crosses her forearms in an entirely Gaia-like posture of exasperation. At least some things are consistent. But she takes the advice and goes up to knock on the door.
"D? Gaia is here to see you. She has your blood." The telepathy of Omens certainly has its uses.
What: D texts Gaia to ask if she'll run down to the corner store for a pint of blood. Gaia reluctantly agrees.
When: May 16
Where: D's Home - Cellar Door.
Content Warnings: Blood, vampires, vampire!squid?!, body horror, talk of brainwashing, Bausphomette things.
Some of the reluctance to make an appearance in the busier streets of Trench - particularly a place like Cellar Door (or at least near its edges) - was probably in part to avoid a case of mistaken identity. But Bausphomette's interventions this month are accepted and known. It's not... all too difficult. Not to obtain the blood via careful trade. Nor to pick one's way through the streets. Arte has been a wonderful help with this, acting as a translator for the quiet, slender beast-thing Gaia has become. The crowntail betta of an omen drifts here and there to give reassurance that the one which passes by means no harm and is no Beast.
[ Reference ]
It has horns... antlers? Maybe deer-like, perhaps something else. A facial structure not unlike a cattle's skull, but absolutely thinner and delicate, soaked in a deep red that might be reminiscent of blood, though does not possess its unique copper smell. If one were to look close, one might even realize that is skin. Sunken eyes- enshadowed in the overlarge eyesockets but blue and and intelligent in the depths, and pupiless. Perhaps blind; she pauses and sniffs, sometimes lets out a cry that allows her to navigate the narrow streets based on the return of echo.
A mane of black fur coats her upper body and arms and she travels on all fours. Four long taloned digits click on the ground at the end of every limb; The long fur seems almost... groomed to look its best and thins as the ribs continue to the stomach; for the curve of this part of her body is whippet or greyhound-thin, covered with glittering dark scales that sometimes catch the surrounding lights on their edges. If there is tail or anything of note below her waist however, Gaia has fashioned herself a dark skirt of sorts and it is covered.
Her satchel is about her person; it would be familiar. And the senses that allow Sleepers to recognize someone else is another Sleeper would mark her as one. But after creeping into the yard of who she's come to see, Gaia turns her head and makes a hiss-tchk-chk-chk sound at the omen accompanying her.
"Honestly he invited you. I think you should knock." Arte replies primly. A male's 'voice', mellow in timbre. "And I'll call out."
Division of labor, clearly. Though the beast-thing rolls back on its haunches and crosses her forearms in an entirely Gaia-like posture of exasperation. At least some things are consistent. But she takes the advice and goes up to knock on the door.
"D? Gaia is here to see you. She has your blood." The telepathy of Omens certainly has its uses.
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He saves the incense for when he sleeps. It helps. These days he gives in more to the natural urge to sleep when the sun is highest and spends only parts of the night awake as well.
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But once all is sorted and answered, Gaia departs with the same attentive air to moving near blind across terrain barely familiar. Once she makes her way home and later, there'll surely be messages.
But at least D will have a reprieve until probably tomorrow.