forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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"Yes ma'am." He stared hard at the water, willing it so settle. It did, but reluctantly, and only a little. "Arg, I keep almost dropping it. The second I think I've got it, it spazzes out again."

“Don’t force it, if you get mad it will as well, calm yourself. Once your calm, it will follow.”

Bernon sighed. "Okay. Deep breaths." He quieted his thoughts and worked on smoothing the angry water into a perfect orb. Gradually, he began to succeed.
"Hey, it's working!" he said excitedly, then quickly shut up as the water wobbled again.

Tanrial smirked, “Told you. Now, I want you to image some animal or plant or something and try to turn the orb into it. Once you’ve done that, you can have a break, but only after.”

"A shape, huh? Lesse….I think I'll do a mouse." He carefully shaped the water with his free hand, trying to get it looking vaguely like a small rodent. The water swirled obstinately, losing its shape almost as soon as Bernon relaxed his will. But he didn't give up, his eyes narrowed in determination as he drew out the thin tail and polished off the round back. Almost thirty minutes later, he proudly held up his creation. It was a bit lumpy and drippy, but definitely looked like a mouse. "There! Man, that was really hard!"

“Wait till we get onto flying and shifting. You can take a break now,” Tanrial laid back on her elbows, “You know, you don’t have to use your other hand to make shapes, next time, just try picturing it in your mind. See if that’s easier for you.”

"Oh. Okay." Bernon let the water evaporate and flopped onto the grass. "Whew. This is fun. I can already see a ton of uses for this, as soon as I get a little better."
(I have to go to bed now, see ya tomorrow! ^^)

“Hm, yeah. It’s one of the best things for me personally,” She sighed, “I just wish others would see it as a gift more then a curse or something to be feared.”
(Byeeeee, see ya tomorrow!)

"It's too bad that people still find magic scary. Especially now that it's cropping up all over the place. I've heard that some groups make money now by hunting down magical creatures and killing or selling them." Bernon shook his head in disgust. "Typical human thing to do."

“Yeah…” Tanrial looked up at the sky, “Peace is clearly to much to ask for at the moment.”
(Okie dokie, see ya tomorrow!)

Bernon lay in silence for a while, staring at the clouds. "Well……all things considered, this area seems pretty nice. I guess the extremely territorial Evyns must keep other potential threats at bay. So in that sense, they're doing everyone else a favor."

Tanrial stood up and shrugged, “Yeah, come on. Let’s see what shift you get and those wings.” She grinned.

"Okay!" Bernon hauled himself to his feet. "How do I start?"

“Well, Wings or normal shift?” She crossed her arms.

"Uh….wings first, I guess."

“Great! Now, you need to go back to that well of power and think about your wings. You’ll feel an uncomfortable feeling between your shoulder blades and it might hurt a little at first but after a few tries it won’t. Watch.” She turned her back and forced her wings to form slowly, so Bernon could get a feel of what would happen.

"Wow, that's cool. Here goes." Bernon closed his eyes and concentrated.
(brb, back in a few minutes)

Tanrial turned back towards Bernon and watched him.

He visualized a pair of wings, picturing them on his back around the shoulder area. He wasn't sure what color they would be…maybe brown, the same as his hair and eyes? That would do for now. He willed the wings to solidify, and his back began to tingle. It did feel odd, and vaguely unpleasant, like someone was pulling at his skin. But he kept trying, until the discomfort was almost too much to bear. "Is it working? Do you see anything?"

Tanrial smiled, “Yes, I know it hurts but your almost there.”

Bernon made one more monumental effort and felt suddenly off-balance. There was a certain weight on his back, pulling him down unexpectedly. He looked around and made a noise of surprise. "Woah, what the–I did it! I did it!" He punched the air happily, then paused. "They….look kinda weird, don't they? I think I messed up a little." The second joint of each wing was crooked and oddly rubbery looking.

“You did a good job, to fix.. that just focus on smoothing and straightening out that joint to match the rest. Imagine a bats wing, that joint is like a humans forearm.. if that helps.” She bit her lip, she wasn’t the greatest teacher.

"Got it." After a few minutes, the wings looked much better. "Gee, they're huge," Bernon breathed. "I could fill a king-size mattress with all those feathers."

Tanrial smirked, “Yeah, that’s true,” She noticed that Bernon’s wings were dragging on the ground, “Lift them up, you don’t know what objects could be down there. Practise tilting up, extending them, bringing them in and relaxing them. Repeat that until you’ve got it or until you fall in a heap.”

"Oh boy, yeah, I've got a brand-new pair of limbs to wrangle." Bernon made his wings lift up, and attempted to fold them. It was an unexpectedly complicated movement, and soon his new muscles began to tremble. Bernon laughed in exasperation. "Sheesh, c'mon. This is like being a toddler all over again. I'm getting used to their weight pretty fast, though."

Tanrial mimicked the movements she told him to do easily, “Come on. No break until you have it.”

"Yes ma'am." It took a while, but eventually he was folding, unfolding, and stretching his wings in every direction possible. "The muscles feel pretty strong," he remarked. "Just a little stiff. Might be a few days before I'm brave enough to try flying with them."

“Crashing is the best part, you’ll enjoy that.” She said with a smirk