Makeshift Caves, Makeshift Braves [Raneen]

[Remy Screamer]

The day had been relatively slow. Once again Remy had found himself exhausted, using most of the metallic junk and any make shift tool he could make or find to build shelters for his fellow Nakomian's. It was his way of trying to repent for the nights he made them all lose sleep due to his night terrors - which caused him to scream all night long. Just like his size his screaming was massive, even when he talked normally his voice practically boomed. Sometimes his screaming was enough to scare those around him into thinking they were being attacked causing everyone to think that they were under attacked. This of course caused him to gain a lot of looks - most filled with anger, some with pity. Once again he found himself surrounded by mountains upon mountains of metallic junk, frozen to the touch and blanketed with snow. It wasn't something he usually liked, the snow, but ever since he had become an anthromorph he found that he often had the body heat he had as a full on bull. It was aggravating, he was always burning up, always hot and so was his temper. Often he felt like he was sitting next to a fire, something he couldn't usually stand due to the flashbacks and the emotional surges of rage he would fill if he caught up in starring at the flames too long. He was up all night, the night terrors had gotten to him again, this time it was about him being operated on. Though in this dream he had waken up in the middle of an operation he was apparently not suppose to wake up on. All he heard was people muttering things like "Why is he awake?! Put him back under now!" That coupled with a lot inaudible conversation, and bright lot. So much bright light. He felt thankful that today the sun was hidden by the clouds. It caused the massive amount of clouds to take on a sort of grey hue. It was still light out, in Remy's opinion it gave this junk filled wasteland a gloomy feel to it, which did nothing to help his feelings of rising depression. Often in times like this he felt as though he was being plunged down into a dark water well, one ironically large enough for him to fall in. It felt like no matter how much he tried to climb out, he slipped against the dark slick walls and would full into the ever rising waters, filling the well - until he was drowning, in nothingness. He mostly felt like this, after he would have his night terrors. Especially when he got those discerning looks from others. Sometimes he felt like he didn't belong even among the Nakoma, filled with others primarily like him. In order to stop these feelings he tried to focus his mind on things that didn't involve emotions, things he could do without even thinking about them. One of the best things to do was construction. He often made shelters in Shanytown, who knows if they would get more anthromorphs. It helped to be prepared and sometimes peoples shelters would collapse in on them or not be something they necessarily liked. He even took request, hoping that it would ease him further into the community that he felt was coming to despise him. He hadn't decided who this shelter was going to yet but so far he had started building the frame work using stray pieces of wood he managed to find, and massive amounts of metal which could be found in abundance. For now he spent the evening working the day away. The sound of him hammering a metal pole into the ground could be heard throughout Shanytown - hopefully not annoying anyone.

[Raneen Thorpe]

It was the middle of the day. Why was she even up? She didn't like to be up during the day. Not that you could really tell it was day time, what with the heavy cloud cover and the flurries of snow that occasionaly shifted in front of her face. It was a good thing Raneen didn't particularly rely on her eyes to navigate. Even without the abily to produce the pulses of sound that would bounce back to her sensitive ears, she wasn't going fast enough for some rogue building, or shifter for that matter, to sneak up on her out of the white. Which was probably exactly why she was the one out here. Darn her excellent reflexes! Those reflexes certainly weren't helping her with the shivering that wracked her, making her wings tremble and straining the thin membranes that kept her aloft. Tank tops weren't really winter weather sort of gear, but what was a girl to do? The heavier stuff made flying more trouble than it was worth. And, let's face it, flying was about the only thing someone like her was good for. It made her a good Outrider, and that ensured she had a place to drop her head when she needed it. Not much more an anthro could ask for. Still, when the heavy thud of metal against metal tickled her ears, she didn't pass up the opportunity to  escape the chilly winds. Raneen could make a good guess as to who, and what, was making the commotion long before she landed, but she still lifted one of her eyebrows at the sight greeting her. It didn't matter how many times she saw the bull ex-shifter, the sheer size of him still impressed her to no end. Before she'd been trapped in this half state, she'd been fairly tall herself, almost six foot, but Remy was well beyond even that. That probably came with being a bull centaur... thing. For the moment, she turned away from the construction to scan across the junkyard. With all that pounding, it would be easy enough for someone to slip in unnoticed, and she wasn't about to be the one that informed her tribe that some smelly rogue had infiltrated and killed one of their own. Even if that one wasn't the most popular bull in the pen at the moment. Thankfully, Raneen's usual perch, an old Elm true with a thick trunk and wide branches, was far enough removed from most of the tribe that she wasn't much bothered by the hollering, even with her enhanced hearing. The fact that she was usually already up at night anyway probably helped, too, come to think of it. But she was sure going to be tired tonight. Between the bitter cold and the lack of fruit, winter was always the hardest time for her. By the time spring rolled around, Raneen was usually looking a lot like a walking skeleton with skin, and she was a hot mess that was pretty useless to the tribe. Until she was too malnourished to protect the territory, she would push herself far beyond her limits to ensure she still had a place when the fruit ripened. These sorts of thoughts weren't helping her, and she shoved them away when her stomach rumbled and complained about it's hungry with a sharp pang. Instead she refocused on Remy, and dropped down from one of the large scrap piles to approach from the side. "Buildin' yerself a palace there, are ya?" the bat called out by way of greeting, smirking at the image of a metal pile as a palace. Remy Screamer, Lustian

[Remy Screamer]

Remy hammered away at the scraps of metal. So far he had found himself some pretty durable pieces. He had a knack for finding the most sturdy pieces of scrap metal. It was ironic really, how he could find things that were so durable, so strong and solid - but he couldn't find a way to make himself like that. Often when he did construction his mind wandered to nothing but architecture and it focused solely on that - weeding out all of the depressing and anxiety filled thoughts that usually occupied his mind. Today however he found those same thoughts coming back. The thoughts that made him hate his very existence. The ones that slowly but surely pilled on to his deep rooted hates for the keepers. He often vowed to himself that if he ever got the chance, if he ever had the opportunity to kill a keeper; he would not hesitate to take it. He gazed into the metal pole he had hammered apart earlier. He didn't have many tools but one that he did have was hammer and his sight. Often he would use his eye sight to find the small dents and cracks in the metal that he found and strategically hammer the weakest parts of metal he could find so that it would break. That way he would have more, due to this he could make frames and padding that helped support to shelters he would build. If it was one thing that the Keepers did give him, besides this monstrous form was better vision. Amazing vision actually, he could see so far now and in clear detail that sometimes he didn't believe it. He made the mistake of gazing at the sun once and the pain was so much he thought his eyes would explode. It also helped to have better sight simply because now, he was so tall, so large that he often missed smaller things, if he was paying attention. Even leaning over was different for him and at first it was very uncomfortable, especially because he would fall face first into the ground, usually with his large bull body sticking up or fallen over in an uncomfortable position. It took a long time for him to get use to having 4 legs instead of 2 with his human body. Even as a child it had taken him along time to get used to his bull anatomy as a shifter. Now however he had it down packed, to the point were it all became instinct. Now he could move around like a champ. The height helped build the shelters too. Due to him being so tall, he didn't have the need to use a ladder. Often being able to make shelters for anyone considering he was one of the tallest among them all. He had succeed in building the basic framework for the walls. Having hammered most of the metal poles through each other. Weirdly enough the poles reminded him of lattice pie crust, the way they took the squared appearance. It made him miss his moms home made pies. She would always do her pie crust like that. When he thought about it he could smell the pie still. It was one of the more vague memories he had recovered. He couldn't remember what his mother looked, sounded or even smelled like, but he could remember that she made pie, and that it was amazing. As he finished the framework for the wall, he found himself stepping to the side, almost defensively. Seeing a large bat, and upon his second glance, he realized it was a woman. A woman bat, he believed he had seen her around every now and then, not to often though. Not so up close. Though even with all her bat like features she still showed so much beauty, Remy could easily imagine just how lovely she looked before the keepers did they experiments on her. He wasn't into women, but he could still appreciate they beauty. She spoke to him, that was new for him. Practically no one spoke to him, not in such a friendly manner. Most just told him to keep it down next time. She asked if he was building a palace, to which he turned to her. His large bull body having to fully turn to face her, his shirt drenched with sweat stuck to his skin. Even his beard had sweat in it. "It's... It's not for me..." Remy said, his voice deep and gruff, but the frequency of it surprisingly low and shy seeming. He looked at the lady, making sure to make direct eye contact. He didn't want to glance her over, he felt like she might be offended. He always felt strange when people did that to him, as if they were silently judging his appearance for being so strange even among all the other Nakoma they had seen already. When he talked and looked at the lady he made sure to smile. Even though it was false, his chubby cheeks could be seen. Though Remy felt as if his true emotions could still be seen, as if he couldn't find gauze to soak up bleeding depression. TAGS: Raneen Thorpe, End of an 'Era