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- Viggo Rhys - 04-25-2011 ooc: 365 Viggo yawned and stretched his weary muscles. He flexed, watching sinew move beneath his red fur. His last couple of days had been exhausting making his way here, yet his prayers had been answered. Not only had the youth found a pack but he had been accepted into it. This very hotel was the gateway of his new life. Rolling off the pile of blankets haphazardly thrown together to make his bed, he stood on all four paws and shook out his coat. For a moment he dreamily watched dust particles floating in the ray of sunlight. However, it was time to seize the day. The sunshine seemed a good omen, and not once had he heard or sensed that nagging voice in his head since he had seen the warmth of that fire just a couple of nights ago. Exiting the room (his room, his very own room!) nails clacked on the wooden floor beneath his paws as he made his way outside. A few birds chirruped over head as he took a good glance around. The same signage and building was there, but something about the beautiful morning made it look even better. Taking a deep breath of air he began to transform. From what chance encounters he had with others thus far (mostly seeing them in passing) most preferred the luperci form, and he wanted to master it. Hoped to master it. As he changed from lupus to opt, optime body grew, elongating, yet not painfully. Viggo felt a surge of power and pleasure that he hadn't previously felt. Maybe I'm getting the hang of this... was all he had to think before things went awry. Stuck partly between a secui and optime form, his mind panicked momentarily at the thought of being perpetually trapped in between the forms. Shit...come on Viggo.... Finally after a few moments of near miss he found his focus and finished his transformation. Now just happy to be in a singular form, he stretched out in the sun on a nearby lawn chair. Amber eyes watched new leaves twirl lazily in the light wind far above him as he began to make shapes out of the clouds. - Caspa Al-Fateh - 04-27-2011 [html]
- Viggo Rhys - 04-27-2011 ooc: Word count +300 Half dozing and half looking at the clouds, Viggo noticed a dark shape moving towards him. His mind immediately dismissed it as a dark cloud or a bird, but much to his surprise, something landed on him, covering his face. Instinctively, he yelped and jerked into a sitting position, his hands fighting his way out from beneath his "attacker". He realized too late it was only clothing--a jacket to be precise--and pulling it off his head, he looked up. Jackets don't just fall from the sky, so amber eyes scanned the area, taking in potential causes. Cinnamon fur stood at odd angles as his eyes lit on a white femme. Was it her jacket? He assumed so, but if it was, why had she discarded it onto him? Her fur and body betrayed some domestic ancestors, and she had a curious symbol around her neck. Viggo could not read nor did he know much about jewelry, so a symbol was his best description of the article of adornment. Rising from his previous seat on the lawn chair, he stood and gathered his jacket. His left hand offered her the garment. "I'm guessing this is yours?" She too was a smaller wolf, which comforted him; he was used to being the smallest in the room, so having someone near his size was nice. With his right hand he smoothed some of the spikes the static of the coat had caused in his head fur. "I'm Viggo, Viggo Rhys." He was not sure what else to say, not necessarily shy, he still was not one to initiate conversation, especially with those he did not know. Of course, these days he did not know anyone. How bad could getting to know someone be? Not to mention it was about time he began to meet and get to know other members of the pack. Judging from the scent the slight breeze was bringing his was, she fit this criterion. - Caspa Al-Fateh - 04-27-2011 [html]
- Viggo Rhys - 04-27-2011 +200 The demeanor of the femme before him seemed a mixture of embarrassment and indignant. Hopefully it was more of the former. Viggo wagged his tail slowly, trying to appear as friendly as possible. She seemed younger than he was, but not by much, and he smiled as he noticed the gleam of pride despite her apology. "I'm rather new here too... I just got here a few days back. The night when the bottom dropped out and the rain came." He watched as she dropped the coat and kicked it aside, apparently irritated and annoyed by it. He chuckled at the silly gesture. As his laugh broke the silence, Viggo realized he had on no clothing, whereas she had on some. A feeling of nudity was new to him, and all wolves seemed to take it differently. He felt his checks blush, but thankfully the color was hidden both by the color of his fur and beneath the coat itself. "I've been working on learning the land and the critters in it... there's some really odd deer and things around here that I've never seen before." He shut his maw, feeling like he was rambling. You sound utterly stupid. "Odd deer"...you're just a country bumpkin as far as she's concerned. Viggo cut his eyes away, momentarily feeling awkward. "What about you? How did you come to be here?" - Caspa Al-Fateh - 04-29-2011 [html]
- Viggo Rhys - 04-30-2011 A smile on his face, he quickly answered her question. "I like it here... I know it's not been long that I've been around, but I feel as though I..." Viggo paused and watched a butterfly float easily along, trying to find the correct phrase. "...I just fit. It's like a place was made for me before I even knew I was supposed to be here." The entire comment sounded melodramatic, but was completely true. In just the few days in the hotel, he already found himself more at ease with his shifting abilities, not to mention he finally felt at home (and not just in his own skin.) Normally he found himself equally comfortable speaking with males or females, wolves or otherwise, but something about this white half-breed female was throwing him off. Maybe it had just been too long since he had carried on any type of conversation--be it meaningful or small talk. Viggo thought about asking her why she left her home, much less in winter, but thought better of it. More likely than not she would ask him a similar response (as was polite conversation) and he had no desire to answer that question, especially to one he had just met. Luckily, he was saved by a rumble from his stomach. Sheepishly, he grinned at his body saving him from the almost awkward silence. Hungry? - Caspa Al-Fateh - 05-01-2011 [html]
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