shapeshifter
Grey Wolf + Damselfy / Chital Deer
Haven
Founder
INVENTORY Skills Agility, Healing, Drain, Speed, Stealth
Weapons Skinning knife
Items Paint and brushes Sketchbook and charcoal pencils Outfit
pets Noodles
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Post by Casey DeLaney on Mar 5, 2015 13:12:57 GMT -5
It was finished. Finished enough to live in, at least. Casey stared up proudly at the treehouse he and Sascha had built with their own hands. By some miracle, they had managed to finish it, and by some other miracle, it was actually staying in the tree. He took that as a good sign! They’d be moving into their new arboreal home as quickly as they could, but the small family was hungry and tired from months living in the cave alone. It had been more than stressful, with days spent on heavy labor and nights spent on the lookout for predators lurking outside.
They wouldn’t have to worry about that for much longer, Casey hoped. Soon enough they’d camouflage their treehouse and work on defenses, but their greatest defense would be finally getting off the ground. Until then, they just had to survive. Casey turned away from the treehouse and shifted. It was an uncomfortable, alien feeling as he took a new form. The keepers had granted him this “gift”, the gift of a deer shift. It made Casey both nauseous and hungry every time he turned into the dang thing. He took a few steps on shaky hooves before he got used to his strange new legs again.
He’d thought about it a lot since he first returned from the labs – an unexpected two- week vacation from working on the treehouse that had sent Sascha and Fletcher into a panic – and decided that there had to be some use for it. The antlers were a nice touch, perhaps good at keeping predators at length. But one day the idea had struck him that it was the perfect camouflage… Hunting alone was difficult, especially if he wanted to bring back enough for everyone. Today would be the first test of his new strategy.
The deer meandered through the trees until finally he recognized the edge of a meadow where he’d found prey many times before. Casey took a deep breath and finally stepped out into the meadow with the other deer. A few raised their heads to look at him. He felt their eyes burning into him with that fear and questioning that was so like a prey animal. He realized then that he was approaching with the attitude of a predator, and gave a few faux-nervous looks around the field, perking his ears up to listen.
The prey animals seemed to buy his act, and once he was sure they were comfortable, he walked further into the meadow and began to graze. As he did, his eyes flickered around he herd to search for the perfect target. He spotted one doe who was grazing further from the others. It was her unlucky day, Casey decided, and slowly began to move in her direction, picking at blades of grass as he went, so that it would seem he was only looking for something better to eat. |
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Shapeshifter
Dog & Brahminy Kite
Fulsi
Delta
INVENTORY Skills Empathy, Touch
Weapons Ice Axe (x2), Hunting Knife(x2)
Items Shift Armor, Chainmail Gloves, Throat Guard, Handcuffs(x3), Stetchbook, Drawing Supplies, Indian Ink
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Post by Tarrik Rosdahl on Mar 15, 2015 10:47:22 GMT -5
Why were all his friends leaving Fulsi because of their questionable choices in men?! First Tain ended up swooning over some tiny psycho, and now Casey had up and freakin left without telling him. It had gotten to be way too much, and winter would set in in earnest soon enough, and Casey was what.. six pounds soaking wet? His frustration might have been coloring his estimates a little, and when he'd finally found a lead? Poor Redd hadn't known peace in days before Tarrik had found information to help.
So he found himself in the deep woods, weighed down with a pack but walking a good pace. He'd kept the wool kilt, surprisingly warm, though he had opted for underwear. That and his old sweatshirt had him right about roasting despite the cool air. Tarrik knew he was in the right area, it was just a matter of finding Casey, his boytoy, or the damn treehouse. No doubt they'd be looking to camouflage it, but with the leaves coming down it would be harder. The new shift form he'd gained would be of use here.. if he could freakin fly. Thus far he'd managed unsteady parachuting, more or less, and one or two times he'd found a glide. It wasn't that the wings were innately hard, it was the new body and the new eyesight combined that was throwing him; he was used to losing eyesight when he shifted, not having it enhanced.
After a bit of wandering he paused beside a small grove of pine trees, debating if he should hunt for them as a dog. It could work, but also from a brief test earlier, he knew Casey's scent was vague, but all over this patch of forest, along with another pair of whoever. One he barely caught at all. As he was considering it, movement caught his eye through the trees. Quietly he unshouldered his pack and set it in against the base of a thicker pine, dropped low, and army-crawled to the edge of a grass clearing. Deer. The whole place was full of grazing deer. Tarrik hunkered down low and considered. Unless he caught a yearling a deer really was too much for even him to carry back to Fulsi, but Casey? A feast would be a hell of a housewarming present, he decided. He looked carefully up again, well bunkered in the shade of the pines, and debated method and target. He was alone so it probably wasn't going to be the most fun, deer were notoriously violent when messed with. But if he could haul ass in and cut a throat or the like, then scamper and wait for the herd to get lost, he could come back and handle it on his own. Or even if he startled the rest when he took one down, it could be alright. But who who who? He looked around patiently, and got stuck on one poor buck. The thing looked like it barely knew how to chew grass on it's own. The rest of the herd in turn was subtly excluding it, judging by the distance, and as Tarrik watched it took some odd steps and grabbed another awkward mouthful. Poor bastard, the thing must have had some kind of head trauma fighting with the other bucks. That was the way of a hunting animal, to pick out the weak and the sick and the ones that stand out from the herd.
Still hunkered down, Tarrik shifted into the monstrous gray dog that was as comfortable as his human skin. His ears twitched to the sides, then settled forward, intent. Adrenaline built and his muscles gathered, and he shot out of the pines into a dead run. Never mind normal hound tactics of circling and harrying, Tarrik could and did intend to hit like a professional linebacker. Slam them to the ground, shift, and pull one of the two hunting knives strapped to his boot and belt to open the throat, then get clear.
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shapeshifter
Grey Wolf + Damselfy / Chital Deer
Haven
Founder
INVENTORY Skills Agility, Healing, Drain, Speed, Stealth
Weapons Skinning knife
Items Paint and brushes Sketchbook and charcoal pencils Outfit
pets Noodles
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Post by Casey DeLaney on Mar 21, 2015 12:32:13 GMT -5
Casey had all of his attention focused on his prey. She looked up at him from her foraging and have him a long stare, before lowering her head again. Perfect. Not a threat! Just… another deer. Yes, this was so clever, he thought, applauding his ingenuity. If this worked as well as it seemed to be going, hunting enough food to stay out here comfortably would be much less of a struggle.
Once he was in comfortable range, Casey took a deep breath and tensed his muscles, readying himself for the attack. Three… exhale. Two… readyyy. One. In one swift movement he leapt forward and shifted into his wolf form, jaws parted and ready to make the killing blow. The next thing he knew he was tumbling through the grass, a heavy weight tumbling with him. At some point he had reverted to his human form, probably from the impact of… whatever that was.
Casey struggled to make sense of the thing on top of him, but his vision was blurred and his head spinning from his chaotic shape-changing. Around him he could hear the pounding of hooves as the entire herd of deer bolted. In his confusion he wondered if something had spooked them and some dumb creature had barreled into him. Whatever it was, it was something alive, that much he could tell. Instinctually, he threw up his arms to protect his head and neck from the thing.
Casey wasn’t sure how much time had passed sine he’d hit the ground; the world still seemed to be moving in a weird sort of slow motion that made him nauseous. Maybe it had something to do with being three different creatures in the span of a second, but he couldn’t be sure. “…Ruined…my hunt,” he grumbled, trying to push the crushing thing away.
ooc; STUPID TARRIK YOUR BODY IS CRUSHING ME
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Shapeshifter
Dog & Brahminy Kite
Fulsi
Delta
INVENTORY Skills Empathy, Touch
Weapons Ice Axe (x2), Hunting Knife(x2)
Items Shift Armor, Chainmail Gloves, Throat Guard, Handcuffs(x3), Stetchbook, Drawing Supplies, Indian Ink
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Post by Tarrik Rosdahl on Jul 12, 2015 11:27:41 GMT -5
He was a moment from crushing the spotted stag like a tin can with a boot when it jumped forms to something red and hairy. Tarrik might have been able to do something about it had he not been mid-lunge himself, and the two of them were hammered into the grass and dirt with a rib-creaking thump. The red fur and scent of Dumb Ginger Bro(a modification from his previous title of Ginger Bro, earned when Casey ran away without a; saying bye and b; telling Tarrik where the frik we was going) were immediately familiar and even more immediately totally in his face.
Thankfully Tarrik had the sense of mind to shut his mouth and thus keep all the teeth therein off Casey, who after impact became human. The bottom of the current dogpile mumbled some nonsense about his hunt being ruined as Tarrik tried unsuccessfully to quit crushing him, it seemed some strap of his crude armor was stuck on Casey's clothes. Fortunately, some quick struggling with his own body later and Tarrik was no longer a massive dog, just a massive person. Adrenaline was still snarling through his veins, and the goggling look he gave Casey said volumes as he tried to remember his tongue.
"You whine a lot for a pancake," he quipped, dragging his voice and base functions back under control. He looked decidedly snotty about it and quite felt Casey deserved it too; sitting there on him after wondering where the hell he'd been.. he was nearly taken by the urge to cry. Man-pain tears was not the look he was going for here. He folded both arms tight across his chest when he realized that since they had skin-to-skin contact, and he himself the emotional control over his empathetic transmission crap, that Casey had likely felt Tarrik's own bubble of upset and underlying elation at finding him. Emotional broadcasting or not, he wasn't about to let one of his best friends off the hook for skipping town on him like that quite yet, and uncrossed an arm to poke him good in the chest.
"And by the way... you SUCK."
Casey did not suck, obviously, or he wouldn't have hiked all the way out here to find him. But that didn't mean he was about to let him up easy, what if he booked ass again and Tarrik had to chase him down?! As if Tarrik were the Fulsi Punisher or something, sent to rain hell on all traitors, ingrates, and annoyances. Not to say that if Casey didn't try to run that punk-ass Tarrik wouldn't hunt him down like a waiter after a celeb with an empty champagne glass. And so help him if he tried to bumblewolf away Tarrik swore to himself he'd learn to fly on the spot.
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shapeshifter
Grey Wolf + Damselfy / Chital Deer
Haven
Founder
INVENTORY Skills Agility, Healing, Drain, Speed, Stealth
Weapons Skinning knife
Items Paint and brushes Sketchbook and charcoal pencils Outfit
pets Noodles
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Post by Casey DeLaney on Jul 12, 2015 18:13:10 GMT -5
The swirling images of the boulder that pinned him to the ground soon began to come together as Casey squinted up at it. A familiar scent washed over him and nagging memories of the Fulsi ring tugged at his mind. Casey rubbed his eyes and when he looked up again, he instantly recognized the face, the piercing grey eyes that stared down at him, and of course…ah yes, the kilt. “T..Tarrik?” He gasped.
This didn’t make any sense. What the hell was he doing out here? Casey felt a flutter of panic in his chest, which was just the loudest of the emotions that were swirling and clashing in his mind. Underneath that, a small part of him wanted to scream for joy; after all, Tarrik had been his best friend and one of the few people in the ring that had mattered to him. And then the guilt slammed into him like a truck, oh god, the guilt. Casey had thought of him of course, once Sascha had gotten him and Fletcher safely to Studio Ess and cleaned up his wounds. The choice had been there, to go back and see his sister, Tarrik, Damian, Redd… but he just couldn’t. Not when it had been made so clear to him that everything he needed to protect was there in the studio with him, with nowhere to go.
Casey suddenly felt tears stinging his eyes. It was a strange sensation of being overwhelmed with conflicting emotions, because at the same time that a tear rolled down his cheek, he smiled like an idiot and laughed giddily. “Tarrik!” he exclaimed, suddenly throwing his arms around Tarrik’s waist. He dragged him in close in a crushing hug, smiling like a fool and crying at the same time. No matter how much he was worried about Tarrik’s anger, Casey couldn’t deny that he was happy to see his friend.
“I’m sorry.. I… I know. So much was happening and I don’t know…I was scared,” he tried to explain. He realized then that he’d forgot to let go, and laughed nervously as he released Tarrik from his grasp. “It’s good to see you Ari. Now… you gonna let me up? What are you even doing out here?”
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