forum Romance RP // CLOSED

Started April 06, 2020 by @PaperHats business

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Here's a start, it's a bit longer than I was planning sorry

Somer woke to the unpleasant sound of someone vomiting nearby.
She opened her eyes to glare balefully at the man hunched over the nearby sewer grate, still retching and coughing as another man pounded him on the back. Even from several feet away, she could smell the sharp tang of alcohol alongside the vomit.
Turning away with a scowl twisting across her face, Somer forced herself to her feet, leaning against the disgustingly sticky stones forming a low wall. Her head pounded and her vision blurred, and after several moments of fighting it, she was forced to sit.
The pin of her cloak dug into her throat as she sat on the loose fabric, and she frowned.
"Wha…" She twisted the fabric between her fingers. "This isn't mine."
Somer did not wear cloaks. Cloaks were stupid and hindering, and in Vyrik, with its warm, semi-tropical climate, cloaks were just unnecessary. But here–wherever here was, because it wasn't Vyrik–a chilly wind bit at her exposed skin and Somer had to admit the cloak's heavy weight was appreciated.
Looking around, she saw three others in the alley, excluding the vomiting man and his friend, who in Somer's opinion were quite uninteresting. She scowled darkly at the others. She didn't recognize any of them, and judging by their complexions, which were unfreckled and not roughed by the sun and salty sea-spray, they weren't from Vyrik, haven of fishermen and sea-traders and all others who sailed the many oceans of the world.
Though, they were wearing the same style of cloak that Somer found herself in…
Somer spoke, letting her voice slip into a familiar drawl, "Well, as lovely as this get-together is, I'd like to know where in the stars's sight we are. Anyone?"

(That is really good :D I like your writing style. Also sorry mine’s a bit short)

Sawyer’s eyes flashed open, his head feeling like it was under a compressor. He stared, wide-eyed, around the alley, his hands out like he had just landed from being dropped here. For all he knew, he might have been. The only thing he could recall was being with his father back in Jadeshire… and this place certainly wasn’t it. No place like this alley could ever be among that beautiful city.
He stared at the figures lining the buildings, his expression unchanging from the “deer-in-headlights” kind of look. Although he did eventually drop his arms, fiddling anxiously with the brim of his cloak.
Saw’s heart pounded too hard, his breathing quickening and his eyes darting from figure to figure. He quickly propped himself against the wall, still sitting, but with his back upright and his hands flat on the cobblestone ground.
His sight quickly flashed over to the girl who spoke, but her question was one he was going to ask them himself.
“I-I don’t k-know,” he stuttered nervously. He continued after taking a deep breath. “I just… got here. Who are you guys?”
His hair fell into his eyes as he adjusted himself, but he didn’t bother to push it back out. He just looked at the girl innocently, his heart beating faster than it should have been.

Shaelynn moaned as her eyes shot open, her body ached and her head throbbed. Sharp pains shot through her empty stomach and the sour smell of vomit made her wake all the way. She looked around and saw one other awake and sitting against the wall, her vision was blurred and she couldn't make out who it was, she tried to stand and walk over to the figure but she collapsed right away. The sun glared in her eyes and the heat made her sweat, the cloak around her neck choked her and she struggled to make the pin come loose. She laid back on the cold wet stones that made up the floor and was to weak to get back up.

Grayson would jolt up. He'd see the other people and back up to a wall. He'd realize there was a dagger in his hand and he'd gasp, dropping the dagger on the flore. He'd realize he was waring a white cloke, Much different than all the other people in the ally. He'd glance at the one on the flore, realizing the person was hurt. He'd walk up and offer to help the person up. He'd help the person up and realize the person also had a dark cloke. He'd be so confused on why he had a white cloke and they had dark clokes. He'd finally say "Who are you guys..?"

Somer's gaze flicked between the three, disdain evident in the curl of her lip.
The brunet was still half-crouched on the cobbled ground, his fingers curling anxiously against the stone as he looked earnestly at her, confusion and worry plain on his face. The white-haired girl leaned heavily against the blond boy. Her bangs were plastered to her face, which shone with pale sweat, and she was blinking rapidly.
"If you're going to be sick, you can go join them," Somer told the girl, jerking her head toward the men still standing over the vomit covered sewer grate.
"I'm fine," the girl muttered, waving the blond boy away. A tail flicked behind her, and Somer tensed.
Looking over the girl again, she noticed a pair of pointed ears almost hidden by her hair. She was fey. How charming.
Somer's eyes narrowed, and she said coolly, "Well, if you're not looking for a fight, I suggest that you stop hovering in your aspect form."
"What?" The girl looked honestly confused.
"You're cat-aspect, yes?" The girl blinked. "So, go cat or human. Unless you'd like a fight, of course. In which case, I'm happy to oblige." Somer smiled, making her canines a little longer and sharper.

His wings would come out and he'd fly in the air. He'd get higher and higher by the second. He'd scout out the town and also look under him. "Dang..The only dragon here aye..?" He'd Go to the flore but keep his wings out. "So..You still didn't tell me your names…" He'd Glare at them. His claws awould come out just incase combat would brake out.

Shaelynn blinked and slowly stood up using the wall to keep herself steady, "My n-name…?" She muttered, "It's Shaelynn…" Her voice trailed off and her eyes narrowed. She had finally come to her senses and realized what was going on. "Are you looking for a fight?" She hissed, her sharp cat like teeth shown and her claws came out me against a dragon!? You'll never win! If he comes closer, then you run. She thought to herself. She hissed at him, ready for whatever move he was going to make.

Somer scowled at the cat-aspect, telling her, "We're not done."
The other girl barely glanced at her though, too focused on the dragon boy, and Somer rolled her eyes as she stood and faced him as well. His scaled wings were angled inwards threateningly and claws tipped his fingers, but she ignored the aggression rolling off of him like ocean waves.
She stepped close, too close for his comfort apparently as he faltered, looking confused by her sudden proximity. She shifted even closer and placed a hand on his shoulder, right at the junction of dragon scales and human skin.
Trailing her nails lightly down his arm, she gave a saccharine smile and told him, "I'm Gwynael." Somer twisted suddenly, bringing her mouth to the boy's ear. "But you can just call me Gwyn. What about you, handsome?"
Before he could answer, Somer leapt back, scratching her nails down his arm. She smiled and leaned back against the alley wall as he hissed, reptilian, at the sudden sting. Dark welts stood out strikingly against his skin, and he looked up at her, incredulous.
"What?" Somer asked, her drawl returning, "Am I giving you whiplash? Whoops. Not sorry."

Sawyer’s eyes felt like they were rolling back in his head, his mouth partially open. His cheeks were red and he was sweating profusely, nervously digging his hand into the ground. The murmurs of the others seemed lost on him— but then again, he had never been the kind of person to fight.
Saw timidly raised a hand, spurting out a nervous cough.
“If we don’t know anyone, t-then we aren’t enemies,” he stuttered. “Nor d-does that mean we’re acquaintances, b-but for the time being we d-don’t have to fight.”
His eyes glanced from person to person, his cheeks still flushed with color.

"You're adorable, sunshine." Somer smiled condescendingly at the boy. "But Mr. Scales here is being very aggressive, and well," she put on her best shocked and scared face and made her voice go high and quivering, "I feel threatened."
Dropping the act, Somer gave the brunet a crooked grin. "What's your name, anyways?"

“M-maybe he’s aggressive because you’re all aggressive,” he mumbled shyly, his hands now a stark white with the pressure. However, right when he rebutted he flinched, hoping she wouldn’t lash out at him as well.
He frantically glanced from her to the other boy, then to the other girl. Finally, his eyes rested back on the girl in front of him.
“S-Sawyer,” he said timidly. Although he was scared out of his mind, he vouched on having good manners. He nervously held out a quivering hand to shake, mumbling, “N-nice to meet you.”