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Vesper · 07-24-2012, 10:00 AM

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Setting	Form	NPCs
Location: Cumberland County Museum, Amherst Date: 26 July Weather: Sunny, humid Time: Noonish

(350) For Temeraire!

Vesper is by Sie!

Blinding sunlight slanted down through the broken glass of the building, causing Vesper inside to wince and draw her small body back into the dark corner. It was too goddamn sunny to match the rest of the muggy, wet day, but at least it was drier inside; she’d splashed through one too many puddles on her way here, and had far too many drops of water leaping forth from a tree branch and splattering on her forehead. She almost wanted it to rain, just to justify the humidity in the air left over from the downpour the night before.

There was a black, fidgeting shape near the window, and with a loud rattling sound the blinds dropped down. The coyote flinched back at the noise, hackles rising, but then she saw what the gesture had accomplished and grinned at her companion. Thanks. Looking smug perched on an old school desk, the raven nodded back.

Boy must looking for all things, yeah? Stark pointed out. Now, seeing all inside this dump. He flapped over to a bookshelf and started prying at the books with a claw, while Vesper shook herself and meandered around the classroom. Or—it looked like a classroom, at least, and she had no way of knowing that it was a replica, just one section of many in the museum she’d stuffed herself into to escape the wetness of the day.

All of this is junk, the hybrid declared, snorting disdainfully at a rusted sousaphone. There were some shoes in the corner, but they were outdated even by post-apocalyptic standards, and she didn’t dare put her mouth around them to chew; they might disintegrate in her mouth or something equally disgusting.

The bird flapped back onto the desk and stared at the old blackboard, tutting the best he could. Humans being mindless. Folding his wings in a dignified manner, he croaked, Cat, ball, boat, sky, arm, duck. No sense. Stove, house, dress—

You can read? Vesper asked in bewilderment, but when she turned around, Stark had flown off somewhere else. Narrowing her eyes, she chased after him.

Temeraire Stormbringer · 07-24-2012, 10:26 AM

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Teme Lupus is by Alaine!

The young Stormbringers confidence had been boosted somewhat by his encounter two days ago. He'd wandered a bit further than he'd intended, but he'd made it all the way to a fort, as he'd been informed. The piebald male he'd met there had been interesting to say the least and Temeraire had found he'd quite liked Amaury despite his uniqueness. He'd made his way home unscathed and had resisted the urge to seek Niernan out. He remembered the day he'd answered a call at the borders, his Uncle Niernan's anger and the subsequent telling off he'd received. He'd wanted to rub it in his Uncle's face, just a bit, that he'd ventured outside of Vinátta and he'd returned unmauled and intact.

Instead, he'd gone to visit Hex and Maia, who were getting used to his presence around the stables. He'd thought about telling Eli, but when he'd gone to find him, his russet friend had been hard to find. Needless to say, this experience sparked something in the dark boy that he couldn't sate in Vinátta. There were still things he hadn't explored in his home, but the outside world called to him. It found him scampering out of the pack lands on four legs- he'd finally managed to shift back down into his four legged form the previous evening, after becoming so frustrated that he'd almost slashed through his door. The anger seemed to have shaken his bones apart and he'd tumbled to the floor with four legs instead of two.

He found that his body was bigger than it had been before, although he did recognise that he had a bit more growing to do until he reached his adult size. Mindless thoughts raced through his head as he walked through Amherst, blue eyes watching his surroundings with equal parts curiosity and trepidation. He was still nervous that something bad would happen and decided that being out in the open probably wasn't a great idea. With a quite glance around him, Temeraire scampered forward and into a stone building. He was immediately assaulted with the found of paws on wood and froze in the doorway, only now realising that the place had fresh scents over it.

Hello? He called out, almost snorting at his unoriginal greeting. Of course, he never would have admitted that his stomach was clenching painfully, his heart beating fast in his chest as he waited, hoping he wasn't about to get eaten.

Vesper · 08-01-2012, 09:29 AM

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Vesper is by Sie!

Vesper enjoyed the partnership she had with the raven. She had never been comfortable with thinking of herself as “close” to a bird, but their teasing banter and roughhousing belied the powerful, familial bond between them. It was how the somewhat aloof female best worked.

She thought little of the running through the halls, her teeth snapping short of the dark bird’s tail, his wings nearly buffeting her face. Her white-socked paws thudded softly on the wooden floor until she leaped up, attempting to bring Stark down with her. Instead, he twisted out of her grasp, and she landed ungracefully, still keeping balance.

Her tongue lolled as she peered at the raven, who perched on the back of a chair in the lobby and began to preen. The next instant, a voice from the front door turned her ear around, the rest of her body slowly spinning to follow suit. The voice was young and male, and Ves curiously walked in the direction it came from, ignoring a croak from Stark.

Hello? Vesper echoed back, amusement lightening her tone. She finally came into sight of the doorway, recognizing a dark shape trimmed with white. From this distance, she couldn’t tell if he was larger than her yet; he definitely was growing up, though, and she had no doubt he’d absolutely tower over her when he was finished. None of this bothered her, though, and she wore an amiable enough smirk on her face. Well, hey, kid, she said easily, her dark-tipped tail wagging behind her.

Temeraire Stormbringer · 08-07-2012, 11:30 AM

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sorry for the wait hun <33

Teme Lupus is by Alaine!

The noises coming from above him were scary, to say the least. He could hear the crashing of paws on wood, but there could be anything up there. For the first time since he'd stepped foot outside of Vinátta, real fear flashed through him. He didn't know how to fight- he didn't even know how to defend himself. What if he'd walked into a dangerous situation? Considering it, Temeraire felt his own mind practically shrug at the idea. If it happened, it happened and there was little he could do to save himself. So he stayed, blue eyes dancing with mischief at the thought of his own bravado. He could also practically imagine what his father and Uncle Niernan would say if they'd been with him in this situation and he brushed both of their internal voices off with a flicker of his ear. He was grown up now, he could take care of himself.

The feminine, light voice that came back to him was nothing like he thought it would be and he became a little smug at the thought that he'd been right to trust his instincts and ignore his conscience, who appeared to be in the joint form of his family members. He remained where he was as he heard approaching footsteps. It only took a few moments for a lupus canine to enter the room he'd been stood in and Temeraire couldn't help but relax slightly. She seemed friendly enough, even if she smelt a little funny to him. Her second greeting was taken with a crooked smile, despite the obvious age gap. Hello, miss. He offered, his tone sweet despite the obvious mischief shining in dark blue eyes. What are you doing, running around upstairs? He couldn't help but ask, his smile still firmly in place.

Vesper · 08-10-2012, 09:22 PM

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(322) Is all good. <3

Vesper is by Sie!

Vesper hated admitting it to anyone, including herself, but she had a bit of a soft spot for kids. Although she had the maternal instincts of a rock, she was fond of the teenaged scouts in her clan in particular and tended to be protective over other young canine she met during her travels. She took some pleasure in guiding them away from the mistakes she’d made, as well as shaping their minds if she knew them well enough. It was a bit of a cliché to say that she was attracted to innocent minds, but more to the point she liked kids, and that was all that mattered to her.

All of this meant that she wore a good-natured smirk and waved her tail when she got a better look at the young wolf before her, his sapphire eyes gleaming in a midnight-black face. He answered her with a slanted grin of his own, and she snorted lightly though she took it all in stride.
but more to the point she liked kids, and that was all that mattered to her.

Chasing a crow, the coywolf answered, and a grumbling croak from the shadows had her grinning. Sorry, a raven. Insistent terminology. She liked pressing her partner’s buttons this way, and was still grinning when he flapped from the dark room, landed on her back, and gave the boy a beady-eyed, suspicious look. The she-yote let out a soft croak to tell him to lighten up, and Stark responded sarcastically in low speech before fanning his wings.

So what are you doing downstairs? she asked without missing a beat, taking a seat and tucking her tawny tail close to a scarred hind paw. He had the very concentrated scent of pine and wolves on him, which had her thinking that he belonged to a pack, but she couldn’t quite place it. Her scarred brow furrowed slightly as her nose twitched, but she stayed silent, waiting for their banter to end before she started questioning the white-trimmed lad.

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