tearing at the seams

Alaki · 01-01-2012, 01:35 PM

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WC:523+ :3 Nicest Alaki's been in awhile. Oh, and heads up that he's not blinded/scarred on the left side of his face atm; happens start of Jan :3 I just put his new graphics up early to confuse everyone xD

Wrinkling up his nose, he glanced away from the male's curled up form as the fowl smell of vomit seeped through the air, hitting him all of a sudden and causing his stomach to heave slightly. Unpleasant as it was he slowly pushed himself through the urge to add his stomach's contents to the others and silently watched as the other continued to proceed with what he could only guess was the first males shift. Strange as it was that he was actually concerned about the another’s well being, a rare sense of patience and calm settled over the grey Rakeeb and soon his eyes were tinted with poorly concealed pity for the others pain. So long ago it seemed he'd had his first shift, the details escaping him; since then shifting had been easy, natural. He was born luperci and so he'd never questioned his ability to shift, seeing each form for it's benefits and downfalls and choosing the most suitable one for each situation. Being a luperci or as others referred to as werewolves was useful and practical; the young samurai couldn't comprehend why anyone would not want to be gifted with the ability to choose ones form, the only reason he could see for one not to desire the capability of shifting was that they were messed up in the head.

Time continued to pass and it seemed as if the other's shift would never be completed. Blue eyes fell upon the others finally noting the pleading look of the male, the helplessness and possible fear. Dark ears swirled forward, listening to the others voice irrational fears and slowly understanding dawned on him; it was a guess, but it seemed the male had no idea that the change was just one swapping forms; one's personality did not change. Slowly he padded closer towards the male and crouched before him, oblivious to what he may be stood in and placed a jean covered knee on upon the ground for support and reached out, a dark hand hovering over the others form in an unsure manner. Cautiously, as if the male before him was made of shattered glass, he placed a hand upon the others shoulder; watching for the other to pull away or not. “Hmph” he breathed out a heavy sigh, his mind made up “Doubt you could do much damage to me so don't worry yourself about my well being” he explained, completely disregarding the strange males fears. “You need to relax. Ain't nothin' gonna happen to you even when you change so stop over thinking and just let yourself change.” he instructed the other, hoping the male would listen to his words.

If only the other would calm down and allow himself to change, things would go a lot more smoothly for the unknown male and the grey Rakeeb could only help that the other understood what he was trying to explain; although he was sure that once the cinnamon male made it through his first shift he would understand then, but until then he racked his brains for a way to calm the other down; failing miserably at doing so.

Image courtesy of Metassus@Flickr; Table by the Mentors!

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