Post by Nicolina Abandonato on Apr 28, 2013 12:40:42 GMT -5
Nicolina stepped off of her motorcycle, having parked it a while ago. Sighing heavily, she sat against her bike, tossing an arm haphazardly over her eyes. It was about Noon, so she had been riding for the past 7 hours. After a few minutes of resting, she became bored, so she decided to see whether there was any people or places that could amuse her. She certainly hoped that there was. Pondering for a moment more, she decided that she would go hike in the forest.
After hiking for about half an hour, she got bored again. "Ugh... This is so boring..." She mumbled, her wings twitching in irritation. "At least the scenery is pretty..."
However, one of her wings got caught on a thorn. She looked back at her wing, nervously attempting to separate the thorn from the feather without tearing the feather out of the wing. However, it didn't work. At all. She felt a few tears prick at her eyes, and she just gave up, standing there with the thorn in her wing.
The noise was ever so loud as the young man walked through the forest. Crushing the leaves that fell from the forest trees that tower above his height, twigs and rotten branches that litter the forest floors cracking under his weight as he walked on with his white and dark green running shoes.
Crunch. Crunch. Crack. Snap!
He stepped on another twig making himself stand out from the forest. He stopped after that twig had mildly startled him, at that moment of silence the young man could hear few birds calling out to one another, high and low notes that keep getting repeated by the small avian creatures that he could not sight.
Why is this young man even here one would wonder? It's no big deal really why he is here in the United States. He is on vacation. He wanted to travel around for a bit so that he could develope new ideas and sceneries for his sketches.
Neoleaf carried a bright green backpack and had a drawing kit strapped around his left shoulder. Besides the equipment he is wearing his usual set of cloths. A white T-shirt, white headphones around his neck with a thin cable running down into the pocket of his dark green shorts and sort of tied close to his body with the dark green hooded windbreaker that is acting as a belt.
The forest floor smells a bit musty from the decomposing parts that fall off the trees, but that smell gets countered with the smell of wood and fresh air that blows through the forest gently rocking the trees and swaying thier branches. This is Neoleaf's ideal type of enviroment to run around and explore. The man smiled to himself as he looked up and watched the high branches of the trees get swayed by the wind. He moved on in search for a spot that seems fit to start setting up his equipment.
Some time has passed. He took out his arm and directed his eyes towards his cheap plastic watch... alittle bit of half an hour has passed. So far there isn't a suitable spot yet to be found. He heard something from a different direction, he grew cautious and looked around himself.
"Wait..." NeoLeaf slowly looked back at the winged humanoid. "What?" His eyes blew wide open when he looked at her.
NeoLeaf can see her but not all that well. He is guessing that it is some sort of person wearing a costume, for he had never seen anyone or anything quite like her. He approached with caution, getting closer meter by meter until he could get a clear sight from that being. By the looks of it she has her wing stuck somehow. He is in range to be noticed, standing with his back behind a nearby tree and with his mouth open.
"Oh mein Gott." He said under his breath in disbelief.
"What is she?" He took another attempt to take a look at her, wanting to confirm again if she is not human. He slowly moved his body towards the side and moved enough to have another look.
Post by Nicolina Abandonato on Apr 29, 2013 5:33:51 GMT -5
Nicolina's head snapped in the direction of the unwanted visitor, and she warily eyed him. She shifted uncomfortably, her free wing curling around her body protectively.
"It's not nice to stare," she mumbled, grabbing quietly at her wing, smoothing the feathers over and over again. Her other wing accidentally moved slightly, as it was used to moving with the other wing, making her flinch in pain. She maneuvered herself silently so that she didn't have to break her wing-bone or tear the feather out of her wing, but could still keep a good eye on the man (whom she was still wary about). Hey, it hurts a lot when her feather got caught on something, okay?!
She rested her head against the mossy tree, eyes still warily locked on him. She figured that she was going to be here a while. She sighed heavily after a second, thinking, 'Well, shit. I thought the day couldn't get worse, and it did. I hate thorns.' After a moment's thought, she added, '...and people.'
NeoLeaf's heart raced when that stick snapped under his foot, a electrifying feeling of fear rushed through him when if he gave himself away like that. Is he going to get killed by that thing? What is she going to do after finding out that he had snuck around her? He looked back to see her reaction. He blinked twice after a moment of silence and his heart calmed down. He could tell that the woman was on her guard and she moved one of her bird-like wings in a protective manner. Neoleaf stepped away from the tree he was hiding and took a step foward making a face that showed doubt and uncertainty.
He turn his head a bit to the side and noticed that a few thorny plants have somehow caught her wing. He could tell that she was in pain, hell, she even jolted after moving that wing a bit. It's hard to take in what he is seeing, a winged humanoid that stands alot higher than him and his troubled by her wing being stuck. He remembered that he still carries his pocket knife around and he can free her wing out from those troubling plants. Now time to show her that he means no harm.
He had his arms out in front of him with his palms stretched out, showing her that she is misunderstanding him.
"I am not here to hurt you." the young man said making eye contact with her. He pointed his eyes at her wing and kept them thier for a moment longer.
"But I am willing to help you free your wing." he looked back into those guarded light brown eyes of hers.
He can't move any closer than he is. They are standing alittle bit over three meters apart and he is waiting for the woman to accept his help. As far as he can judge she means no harm and having seen her go in a defensive stance after seeing him could mean that she isn't hostile. Atleast not yet... Now he has to wait for her reply. He isn't going to come closer until she accepts and cooperates with him.
Last Edit: Apr 29, 2013 10:20:52 GMT -5 by NeoLeaf
Post by Nicolina Abandonato on Apr 29, 2013 11:49:53 GMT -5
Nicolina's eyes searched his for a moment, looking for any sort of aggressiveness. Finding none, she started thinking of reasons, or at least, trying to think of reasons, about why him helping her was a bad idea. After a few moments of attempting to think up why he shouldn't help her, she finally understood that, although she hated to admit it, she would have to let him help her if she was ever going to get free from the thorns.
She shifted uneasily from foot to foot, running a hand through her hair. The wing that wasn't covered in thorns shivered and fluffed up a bit, sue to slight irritation. She could already start to feel her pride hurt.
"...Well, I guess I do need help freeing my wing..." She hesitantly said. After another moment, she slightly nodded, confirming that she would let him help her.
Neoleaf led out a sigh of relief, lightened his face up with a small smile and calmed his tense body. With light footsteps he walked slowly towards the troubled wing span of the tall woman. He looked around the thorns and the wings, guessing where he could cut the first few thorny 'vines' and branches.
"Alright," he began to dig in his pockets. "I am going to cut those stems off one by one."
His right hand eventually felt a smooth surface of a recognisable object. His eyebrows went up once he recognised his pocket knife, he pulled it out of his pocket and took out the blade with his other hand. He directed his attention away from the knife back toward the troubled wing.
"Just hold still.", he reached his arms out toward the thorny stems and branches. Truth to be told, he wished that he bought a pair of gloves with him. He doesn't want too much scratches on his drawing hand, they itch and become annoying after a while. He slices and saws the stems carefully, making sure that his hands and arms don't get too much scratches on them. After a minute he was finished freeing the wing from the thorns, he even took on the task of picking the stems off from the feathers.
"That's about it." he began to put away his pocket knife back into his pocket.
Last Edit: Apr 29, 2013 13:08:12 GMT -5 by NeoLeaf
Post by Nicolina Abandonato on Apr 29, 2013 15:16:12 GMT -5
Nicolina let her guard relax when he let his guard down. Although she kept a bit of her guard up, warily watching him come closer, and standing as still as a statue as he cut off all the vines that the thorns were attached to. She was a bit surprised that he thought to taking the thorns out of her wings, although grateful for the fact.
After he put his pocket knife away, she began looking over her wing, and smiled when she noted that there were only small pinpricks of red over her wing, courtesy of the thorns. She wasn't bleeding either. If she had been bleeding, she probably would've freaked.
"...Thank you." She said, genuinely smiling at him. She flexed her wings, making sure that they worked properly. Thankfully, they did. She decided that she would test out flying later. Besides, if she couldn't fly then she had her motorcycle.
Neoleaf wanted to say 'your welcome' but he is taken aback as she expanded her wingspan. He looked at the black feathers of her wings, unique in thier own way and pretty long. When he looked up he noticed the horns and they also look way too real to be mere head accessories. This had sparked the questions in his mind again.
"Who or what are you?" he looked up at the winged woman's face.
He really doesn't know. Her skin seems paler than it should be for a human being, her height is ridiculous to be called normal, she has wings and horns and body of a human. By the looks of it he can only guess that she is a fallen angel or a new type of 'species' of human.
Post by Tyrant Creed on Apr 29, 2013 20:15:03 GMT -5
A lone male strolled down the path, whistling softly to himself, and it seemed, if one listened to it, to have no apparent melody, to merely be noise he was making. But if one were to take a step back and listen to all of the sounds around him, all would fall into place. With his whistling, the man seemed to bring all together, as if conducting a symphony. The sound of his footfalls, the heartbeat of the melody, and the sounds of nature around him complementing, accompanying, and completing the tune he whistled.
Reaching up, Tyr brushed one strand of his crimson hair to the side, bringing it back into place with the rest. Though he had been walking for quite some time, through forests, along and across roads, even over rivers and streams, the male showed no signs of fatigue or a drop of sweat on the grey jacket he wore over his black jeans and lighter grey shirt. Indeed, Tyr wore a slight smile, clearly enjoying the sights around him.
Tyr had found an abandoned, though recently used and in decent condition, motorcycle and followed the tracks leading from it for a bit of fun and to practice such a skill, as it was one he had recently learned to do with some accuracy, and was eager to put to use, as a child immediately wishes to try out a new toy on Xmas day.
His whistling stopped as he heard voices faintly ahead, whimsical mind flitting from possibility to possibility as he contemplated what scene he would come across, what couple he would be interrupting. Perhaps he had stumbled upon a drug deal, or even a gangland execution! As any who watched movies knew, biker thugs rode motorcycles and could get up to all sorts of mischief in such a place.
Slowly, two forms came into few through the foliage, one quite large, bigger than Tyr, and he was not a small man, the other more normal sized. He made no efforts to hide himself as he stopped a good thirteen feet from the duo, his bright crimson hair making him stand out in the surroundings, sparkling green eyes watching them with amused look that belied the mischief in his gaze as he waited for them to notice him.
The first he had noticed, the tall one, was female. Admittedly, Tyr was surprised, at first. Human women did not usually grow so tall, and she seemed nearly eight feet in height. But once he saw her wings... It became obvious to him, and things made a bit more sense in the world. She wasn't human, and, in fact, appeared quite daemonic.
The second, he slowly regarded. A normal sized male, probably human, from the way he was regarding the woman. But then again... Tyr himself looked somewhat normal, and coming to incorrect conclusions had never been a favorite past time of his, so he refused to assume anything about this one.
Giving a brief wave, Tyr smiled sedately, before running one hand through his crimson hair. "Oh dear, I hope I'm not interrupting anything." He stated more than asked, and waited for a reaction. He could poke questions about them to satisfy his curiousity after introductions had been traded.
Post by Nicolina Abandonato on Apr 29, 2013 20:46:35 GMT -5
Nicolina's smile slid into a bit of a smirk when she thought about how the man would react when he figured out what she was. However, before she could speak, a newcomer announced his appearance. Her head swung around to look in that direction, and she folded her wings behind her, making sure not to catch them on anything.
"Mm? Nah, you're not interrupting," She replied to the newcomer. She turned to the man that helped her free her wing, "And to answer your question before, I'm a Daemon." She flashed an innocent smile at him before letting it fade to a slight smile, waiting for his reaction. Well, she hoped that there was a reaction. She liked scaring people sometimes.
Her face slid into a thoughtful look, as she started rambling internally about how this one time she almost killed someone because they called her an Angel... Good times, good times...
Her light brown eyes snapped back into focus after a second, her wings shivering slightly as she did so. She began focusing on the two male's that she met today again.
Neoleaf was so startled that he almost fell on his bottom. A wave of fear swept silently over him. His memory started searching fast for what scenerios demons belonged to. he recalled deamons having bat-like wings, tails, horns and that they could grant one wish in exchange for the soul. He is surprise that he was able to be able to help someone like that. Neoleaf lkept his brown eyes at the tall humanoid.
It made sense now. She isn't a cosplayer at all, she is the real thing right in front of him.
As he casts away his fear and lets surprise get the best of him he noticed the call of a crimson haired stranger. Neoleaf has to admit, the guy looks young and handsome, he can't tell whether he is a kid or an adult with looks like that and he stands around average height. He seems normal but something is off. He isn't making a reaction at all after seeing the woman. A question came floating around his head: why is it that you are not surprised seeing a deamon?
Neoleaf had his attention towards the crimson haired man. Wondering if he is a normal guy or not. He also backed up away from the deamon to give her her space, not wanting to be in the way of her feathery black wings.
Last Edit: Apr 30, 2013 16:49:54 GMT -5 by NeoLeaf
Post by Tyrant Creed on Apr 30, 2013 20:26:23 GMT -5
When the woman told the man that she was a daemon, Tyr lifted his hand to his chest to feel his heart. "Didn't even miss a beat." he stated, amusement in his voice, eyes watching interestedly as he looked at the two, still smiling.
The man's reaction was quite laughable though, when he nearly fell over from the surprise of the woman telling him she was a daemon. Tyr laughed aloud "C'mon, what did you think she was? How often do you see an eight foot tall, winged, tailed, human woman walking around?" he asked him, taking a few steps closer so he wasn't quite so much on the outside of things.
The daemon woman's eyes seemed to glaze over as if she was remembering something and Tyr, resisting the temptation to wave his hand in front of her face, turned instead to the shocked man, who was obviously human, or something else raised to think daemons didn't exist... Which was less likely than him simply being a human.
The man backed up slightly and Tyr was offended, thinking it was he who was being retreated from. He lifted his arm briefly, as if to sniff his armpit, before aborting the motion soon after it's beginning. What was he doing? Obviously the man was backing away from the daemon he'd just met, ya know, the 8ft tall winged lady standing not too far from Tyr himself? The daemon male smelled just as wonderful as ever, not even showing a sign of perspiration from his most recent walk.
Smiling, Tyr extended his hand to the man for a shake. "Not to be rude, but, Tyr," he said as a way of introduction "And yourself?" He held the same pleasant smile, briefly glancing at the daemon woman to see if she had returned to the here and now. Seeing that she had, Tyr shot her a mischievous wink, just to see a reaction, before returning his attention to the man.
Post by Nicolina Abandonato on Apr 30, 2013 23:05:44 GMT -5
Nicolina smiled brightly after the man fell over, wings shivering slightly with happiness because of the fact that she had gotten a reaction. She felt a bit like twirling around in happiness, but she had a "scary" Daemon reputation to keep in front of the now-obviously-human male.
She blinked a bit after the newcomer winked at her, but since she noted that he hadn't been shocked when she had revealed herself a demon, she came to the conclusion that he was also a supernatural being, or at the very least, spiritually-aware. After all, it's pretty easy to point her out as a Daemon if you know what Daemon's are.
She rocked back and forth in her heels, glancing briefly behind her to make sure that her wings weren't getting caught in more thorns. Seeing that they were nearing a few thorny vines again, she stepped forward a bit so that they wouldn't accidentally get caught in them.
Neoleaf stretched out his hand and grabbed Tyr's hand for the hand shake. "My names Neoleaf," He isn't too comfortable with the way his name sounded, it sounds like two words put together and Neoleaf is thinking about making it easier. "If you want you just call me 'Neo' or 'Leaf'." It would be hilarious if the one is calling him 'Neo' and the other one calling him 'Leaf'. He grinned at the possibility but really doesn't think that it will happen.
He cracked a smile when Tyr, the crimson haired man, winked at the deamon. This Tyr guy is pretty straight foward and daring isn't he? That's what the man thought. Thier handshake finished briefly, the man began to rest the palm of his right on his waist and tilted himself a bit to side. Thoughts about drawing the daemon came into mind.
However he is not sure whether she could take being stared at for a full ten minutes by his quick eye glances. Play it safe, don't mention it until she is willing or not, He doesn't want to sell his soul just yet. He grinned momentarily at that last thought and led out a disapointing sigh from his own disapproval. An air has been set between the three, the introductions are still in session and he believes that the deamon is not going to introduce herself after she had surprising him.
