excuse me while i self-destruct

Kesho Maisha · 11-28-2010, 11:25 PM

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Wheee! Kesho will try not to get too crazy. Tongue WC: 777

Kesho Maisha

Kesho had yet to travel this far beyond Inferni's territory since returning to the region. Even in the old days, it was rare for him to explore so much. Perhaps it was the freedom of having been alone for so long catching up with him. Whatever the reason, though, he embraced it and begun his trek across the lands. Never before had he seen so many of the humans' creations. He had occasionally run into structures that were similar, but nothing of this magnitude. He was walking now through an area which was very geometric and structured. It seemed as though it might have once been neatly manicured. Kesho didn't know that it was a school for higher education; he hardly knew enough about the humans to reason this. But still, it fascinated him. As he entered one of the buildings-- splintered and chipped doors giving way to his feeble nudge-- sheer curiosity and wonderment entering his mind. He glanced around in awe at the large number of strange and unique objects. He'd not seen any of these before. In front of him stood a nearly complete living room set, surrounded by multiple bookcases filled with literature, both original and classic. Amongst the rubble of a rotten, half-broken table sat several other odds and ends-- including a leather bag, a candle, and a quill. Of course, Kesho had no idea what any of these items were.

Examining each of them closely, he felt the urge to feel them in his hands. Currently lacking opposable thumbs and free-moving fingers, he frowned in frustration. It was truly annoying and altogether displeasing to Kesho to have to be in that form, but since his return to the 'Souls territory it seemed that nearly all canines in this land used their two-legged form frequently. He was not prejudiced against those that preferred it, and he certainly understood the use for it, but ever since he transformed for the first time he had been wary. His alter personality tended to jump on the opportunity to control him, take over him, and mutate into this beast, which hardly resembled the true Kesho. It preferred the Optime form. It was true, though, he needed to be able to use it. If the clan had been in a war recently, then he needed to be prepared for the chance of it happening again. He needed to have all of the same strengths as their enemies did. So, he would practice.

The elderly bronzed coyote, having shoved the door aside-- it was easily removed from its hinges-- entered the abandoned building. Ruby eyes peered around sheepishly, cautiously. Ruby eyes followed the shapes of several curious items on a shelf above him. Having no height to reach these and study them further, he decided now was the best time as ever. Steadying himself in a comfortable seated position, Kesho relaxed, all concentration upon this process. He took extra precautions guarding his mind; if he took over now, it would be a disaster. Kesho-- the body and mind-- would probably be killed in that situation. He knew his limits, and it would be hell if he displayed any weakness at this point. So, he allowed it to happen. He felt it, painfully, as his body lengthened, additional vertebrae being formed with haste. His bones and ligaments cracked and shifted as he grew taller. Arms and legs grew longer as well, and even his jaw felt larger, more powerful. It was no wonder he preferred this form. Crimson eyes gazed back at those objects which had interested him-- in particular the leather bag that lay on the broken table and the lamp that rest upon a shelf, which he could now reach. He was intrigued by these items by their unique shapes, firstly, and secondly because of their useful appearance. He sat there on the floor, having retrieved the objects from their seating places, and began to look at each in length. The oil lamp took him much more time to puzzle through than the bag, and even still, he wasn't quite sure what its point was. Holding the heavy metal and glass object in his weirdly large paws, Kesho realized with slight excitement that he was distracted enough by these objects to dispell any negative feelings or thoughts. He had successfully transformed. Of course, as soon as he realized this, immediate dread filled his mind. All the coyote needed now was for someone else to sneak up on him, in such a vulnerable state, and attempt to start any shit. The elder dog swallowed his worry for as long as he could, continuing to demystify the objects around him.

Jefferson Soul · 11-29-2010, 10:08 PM

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<3 Thanks for starting! This post is awful.

When was the last time he had ventured into the human territories? The summer, he recalled, had been spent going about his business in Phoenix Valley; his position as head of the pack controlled work and leisure time alike, and only when the brute felt especially sly or stressed did he sneak from the packlands and venture as far as he could manage. With the winter months already underway, the brute's aging bones disallowed much travel through the chilled snow and wind, thus Jefferson took what opportunities he had left to get away. Soon enough, his only hideaway would be the main room of the ranch, before the fire—and despite indoors, he was vulnerable for his members to find him.

Fuck, he hated winter.

He had hardly "bundled up" for the small trek back into the bigger human civilizations, but despite the creak and ache of his bones the idiot hastened on two-legged; his useless arm in his sling, of course, provided a layer of extra warmth strapped across his chest. As he moved, Jefferson recalled the Cour des Miracles girl he had met, the dog-looking thing with the kind eyes and hands. She'd been troubled at the time and afraid of him, yet unlike most she'd reached out to the creature's handicap. He had not forgotten her—in fact, he hoped to see her again. Perhaps that was why he had ventured out—it would be another long winter of groaning bones and muscles if he took no herbal remedies she could possibly provide him.

He used the outing as an excuse to seek more reading material to last him the winter months before the fire, where he commonly struggled to educate himself in reading and just as commonly failed to do so. Geneva was apt at both reading and writing, but the idiot proved a lost cause—he wasn't young, but he was stubborn. Into one of the creaking buildings he swept to escape the cold and through its hallways he wandered, aimless and numb. He heard sounds though vague and subtle and followed them, optimistic to somehow stumble upon Alaine again. He couldn't possibly go back to Cour des Miracles, not with his argumentative son stalking the borders. He did not find her, however, but as he drew closer recognized the crackling, gurgling sounds of a shifting Luperci. Upon entering the room, green eye fell upon a male even older than he—who, for whatever reason, immediately reminded him of Laruku.

The coyote reeked of Inferni, but the Patriarch hardly feared him. Very rarely did Jefferson have youth on his side, but the brute didn't recognize the stranger—who looked, for whatever reason, stunned and uncomfortable in his own skin—as a threat. "Not much of a shifter?" the cyclops said flatly, hardly an introduction. He didn't plan to linger, but his eye breezed past to fall upon shelves of books, where the scarred man harmlessly drifted. "I like it," Jefferson added over his shoulder, pulling a book down with his only free hand.

Kesho Maisha · 11-30-2010, 12:41 AM

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It seemed fine to me. :3 WC: 557

Kesho Maisha

It was the last thing he had wanted, and of course, his luck turned on him at just the right moment. He heard movement down the hall, but tried to ignore it. He hoped it was just some creature scavenging, something that wouldn't bother him. Of course he was wrong. Kesho sat there admiring the items around him, still turning the lamp around in his hands. He enjoyed its shape and feel, though he was having trouble figure out how to use it. The footsteps in the corridor grew louder, and his ears twitched, annoyed with both the presence of another person, and the mysteries of these human items. He turned as the figure entered the room; a large, rather scarred wolf. Immediately, his hackles raised in defense. Ooh, we could have some fun here! Hissed a voice in his head promptly, a malignant demon trying to rise up and take over him. He knew better in this state. Rarely do I need you. Kesho replied inwardly, trying absently to stave off these thoughts-- though he secretly agreed with some of them. Ah, but you do need me... Still, he couldn't be controlled now. He hadn't remember he was on neutral lands, though. Immediately upon realizing this, he calmed himself as much as was possible around that breed. It wouldn't be practical to start a fight now, either, in this form. He had barely any practice in combat-- without his help, that is-- in this form. He sighed a slightly grumpy tone and listened as the male spoke. He didn't seem belligerent or troublesome, but by nature Kesho was still wary. He noticed the other man's arm in some sort of bandaging; it was clearly unusable at present, so he was even less of a worry. Still, this male seemed powerful. Kesho vaguely wondered if he was a leader, wherever he was from. Crimson eyes narrowed, watching his back as the hulky man crossed the room. He was sure not to let his guard down.

The brute commented on his shifted state, and Kesho somehow felt ashamed. Was it so obvious that a wolf had to point it out? Perhaps he deserved the light criticism. A slight shiver echoed over his body as he suppressed his urge to lash out at any negative thing coming out of this man's mouth. He knew better than to get into such trouble, though, and surely didn't want to impress Gabriel with bad ideas of himself. "That obvious?" He said, a bit dejectedly. "Four feet are more comfortable." he commented gruffly, following the wolf's gaze towards the books, keeping a steady eye on the male. The other canine had seemed immediately intrigued by the books on the wall, and so Kesho assumed he had more experience with such human items. "What do you know of any of these items?" He said, motioning around the room. It felt so strange to be conversing with a wolf like this. Surely, eight years ago he would not have been able to do so without losing control. Even still, his nature was consistently trying to betray him in this situation; it was difficult for him to keep the disdain out of his voice. Still, he wasn't keen on losing his life like this, or on this day, so he kept what he could inside.

Jefferson Soul · 12-03-2010, 01:14 AM

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Despite a leisurely demeanor, Jefferson maintained his guard throughout his stroll in the room. Even with his back turned, the brute's ears stood at attention; he could not afford to let himself slip in the presence of any stranger, let alone one that smelled so strongly of Inferni. The stranger was older than he, but despite it Jefferson maintained a slight suspicion in his midst, as if the very air itself was intoxicated with a caustic sickness. A dramatic comparison perhaps, but the one-eyed analyst knew when to be on guard.

He felt the Inferni man's eyes on his back as he moved, no matter where he went. The cyclops held onto nonchalance, still interested in the text of the book he could barely read. Pulling out a few words here and there, the brute guessed the book to be something about a whale—but as much as he flipped the pages, he couldn't find an entry where the whale actually showed up. Shrugging, he tucked it beneath his arm and moved on, though the stranger questioned him from behind.

"No," he replied rather simply, pulling another book from the shelf and peering into it. It had pictures which, for some reason, greatly intrigued him. Without even looking further into the text, he collected that text under his arm as well. "These are books, and these are shelves," he mused sarcastically, eye still exploring the dust and grime of the texts. "Why? What else did you find?"

Kesho Maisha · 12-03-2010, 02:33 AM

[html]Man, I feel like I should've played a werewolf character a long time ago. xD WC: 536[/html]
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Kesho could not help but be extremely aware of this canine; both curiosity and suspicion held his mind captive around him. The old coyote wondered absently what had happened to this beast in his lifetime, for he surely had some stories to tell. This probably wasn't the best situation to be talking about skeletons in closets, though, so Kesho dismissed the thought. Eying the brute carefully, the lean elder noticed now that he had only one eye, the other a scarred and useless remnant of its brother. He cringed slightly a bit at the thought; a serious injury must have caused this sort of permanent blindness. This wolf, in all truth, looked quite beaten and torn. While Kesho carried several scars himself, he did not, he thought, create such a foreboding appearance. Perhaps he should change that, though. He grinned slightly as the male sarcastically responded to him. Of course, he didn't expect all wolves to be kind to him off the bat, but this man caught him off guard. He sort of liked it, though he'd never admit it to himself. "Thanks for the intro, boss." He replied with equal sarcasm. The one-eyed beast before him struck a mighty picture of intimidation, though he moved quite peacefully through the room.

Of course Kesho knew what a book was, but that was a simple object, that even some of his canine brethren carried. He was still puzzled over the object in his hand. Holding the strange metal-and-glass item up above him, he stood with it slowly. The coyote now raised to a much closer height to the other male's, although he was still several inches shorter. Feeling awkward at this height and having their size difference more punctuated, he felt somewhat embarrassed. It was not his native bodily form and he felt shamed at its size. He had always thought of himself to be at least somewhat intimidating, but now he was second guessing himself. See, you really are incompetent! The voice inside of his head shrieked with laughter. He pressed his eyes tightly shut, rubbing them with his free hand, having dropped the oil lamp to his side.

"This." he held it out towards man, offering it to him to inspect. "I don't really know anything about this place, or the humans." He spoke gruffly, unease still residing in his stomach, though he would allow the tension to simmer for now. "You look like you have plenty of stories to tell." This was said, not particularly as a request to hear said stories, but more of a comment on the very lived in appearance of his body. The male couldn't be too much younger than him; perhaps a few years. "I've a few myself." His scars weren't nearly as numbered, but they too held tales of his past. Perhaps he might be able to make an interesting acquaintance with this beast after all, who seemed more of a mystery than any he'd met since his return. Perhaps it was his slight resemblance to Kaena, with his scarred body and single eye that endeared the male to Kesho, or perhaps it was his behavior. Either way, Kesho made no movements to leave just yet. .

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