Pokefan0234
Ka-Ra-Tay!
Hey guys... sorry that I haven't posted in a while. School kinda killed me... but lucky, I've returned from the grave! =P
(And now to see if the RP will revive as well...)
=^= Houl =^=
It was taking a while for Whiplash to find him. A really, really long time. Like “The-time-it-took-for-Ruby-to-come-out-in-America” time. And it was making Houl a nervous wreck.
Sitting against a wall on the far side of town, Houl’s eyes scanned the crowd with a feverous anticipation. She hadn’t been answering any of his thoughts – if she could even hear them. After all, he wasn’t very good at this “telepathy” thing. What if she was lost in the alleys, looking to raccoons and stray dogs for directions. What if the animal police had killed her?
Or worse… what if the Bite had gotten to her? What if she had killed one of them?
The thought of the Ravenous Bite caused him to shudder. It’d taken him years to master its ferocious appetite – and still, the curse would take control of his senses. He’d turn into a monster, the bane of the living, driven by a bloodlust only told about in legends. What did humans like to call him? A lycan? He wasn’t really a wolf, though, as much as he liked to think it. No, he was a beast, a species in its own right. Not human, but unfortunately not an animal.
Sighing, he stood up and stepped into the crowd, leaning back and forth within the traffic. The mass of humans looked like a tsunami, a giant wave towering into the sky. Curse his chronic shortness; if he were just a few inches taller, he might be able to spot Whiplash’s face in the crowd…
His thoughts were interrupted by a person rushing through the people. As they dashed around the stares of humans, they took a sharp turn, catching Houl by surprise and knocking him off his feet. “Hey!” He shouted, then paused, unsure of what else a human would yell in a situation like his.
Luckily, he didn’t need to think of another answer. “Sorry. Didn't see you there” the dasher muttered, turning around slightly so that he faced Houl. No, wait… it wasn’t a he. It was a she! And that she… was Whiplash!
Whiplash stared at him for a moment, examining his human attire with confusion. But it only took a second for recognition to return to her eyes. “Houl!” She squeaked, reaching down and giving him a fuzzy hug that he ever-so inexperiencedly returned. “What the heck are you wearing? Where've you been?" Then quickly, she regained her composure. "I need your help."
Houl raised an eyebrow, puzzled. “You need… help?” He asked, hoping that this “help” thing had nothing to do with his powers. They were complicated enough for him to understand, let alone explain them to a human…
His eyes wandered from Whiplash to the raccoon on her shoulder. “Who is this?” he asked, reaching up to give the creature a pat on the head. At the sight of his hand, the raccoon growled, and he let his arm fall limp to his side. His head fell. Was his relation with his animal brethren only because of his powers?
Perhaps it was better to change the topic. “I was chased by a bunch of animal police officers. One of them called me a werewolf,” he smiled, “ ‘cause I bit him. I tried to use your powers,” he added, “but Peter hit me with a trash can.”
You hit yourself. Peter said in his defense. Houl ignored him.
“Peter said that I could get my clothes washed if I changed them.” He flashed another childlike smile. “He said you would know where to get them washed! They’re really dirty. See?” He took off his backpack and pulled the zipper, letting Whiplash see for herself the blood-and-dirt stained fur hiding in the bag.
As he closed up the backpack and replaced it on his back, his eyes spotted a flicker of movement. His curiosity aroused, he spun around, looking for the mysterious shape that had flashed across his vision. People stared and continued walked, commenting about that raccoon-girl and her strange little brother that wanted to pet it. (Well, maybe it wasn’t that strange, someone said, since he was a kid.) Nothing. Maybe he was just imagining it. He turned back to Whiplash slowly. Something didn’t feel right about this place…
“… We need to go.” He said, and he hurried off toward the deserted area behind the stores. It was probably better if their conversation was held in a more private place, anyway.
Inventory (including animals under his control):
+ 10 dollars
+ Backpack
+ Wolfskin shirt and pants (in backpack)
(And now to see if the RP will revive as well...)
=^= Houl =^=
It was taking a while for Whiplash to find him. A really, really long time. Like “The-time-it-took-for-Ruby-to-come-out-in-America” time. And it was making Houl a nervous wreck.
Sitting against a wall on the far side of town, Houl’s eyes scanned the crowd with a feverous anticipation. She hadn’t been answering any of his thoughts – if she could even hear them. After all, he wasn’t very good at this “telepathy” thing. What if she was lost in the alleys, looking to raccoons and stray dogs for directions. What if the animal police had killed her?
Or worse… what if the Bite had gotten to her? What if she had killed one of them?
The thought of the Ravenous Bite caused him to shudder. It’d taken him years to master its ferocious appetite – and still, the curse would take control of his senses. He’d turn into a monster, the bane of the living, driven by a bloodlust only told about in legends. What did humans like to call him? A lycan? He wasn’t really a wolf, though, as much as he liked to think it. No, he was a beast, a species in its own right. Not human, but unfortunately not an animal.
Sighing, he stood up and stepped into the crowd, leaning back and forth within the traffic. The mass of humans looked like a tsunami, a giant wave towering into the sky. Curse his chronic shortness; if he were just a few inches taller, he might be able to spot Whiplash’s face in the crowd…
His thoughts were interrupted by a person rushing through the people. As they dashed around the stares of humans, they took a sharp turn, catching Houl by surprise and knocking him off his feet. “Hey!” He shouted, then paused, unsure of what else a human would yell in a situation like his.
Luckily, he didn’t need to think of another answer. “Sorry. Didn't see you there” the dasher muttered, turning around slightly so that he faced Houl. No, wait… it wasn’t a he. It was a she! And that she… was Whiplash!
Whiplash stared at him for a moment, examining his human attire with confusion. But it only took a second for recognition to return to her eyes. “Houl!” She squeaked, reaching down and giving him a fuzzy hug that he ever-so inexperiencedly returned. “What the heck are you wearing? Where've you been?" Then quickly, she regained her composure. "I need your help."
Houl raised an eyebrow, puzzled. “You need… help?” He asked, hoping that this “help” thing had nothing to do with his powers. They were complicated enough for him to understand, let alone explain them to a human…
His eyes wandered from Whiplash to the raccoon on her shoulder. “Who is this?” he asked, reaching up to give the creature a pat on the head. At the sight of his hand, the raccoon growled, and he let his arm fall limp to his side. His head fell. Was his relation with his animal brethren only because of his powers?
Perhaps it was better to change the topic. “I was chased by a bunch of animal police officers. One of them called me a werewolf,” he smiled, “ ‘cause I bit him. I tried to use your powers,” he added, “but Peter hit me with a trash can.”
You hit yourself. Peter said in his defense. Houl ignored him.
“Peter said that I could get my clothes washed if I changed them.” He flashed another childlike smile. “He said you would know where to get them washed! They’re really dirty. See?” He took off his backpack and pulled the zipper, letting Whiplash see for herself the blood-and-dirt stained fur hiding in the bag.
As he closed up the backpack and replaced it on his back, his eyes spotted a flicker of movement. His curiosity aroused, he spun around, looking for the mysterious shape that had flashed across his vision. People stared and continued walked, commenting about that raccoon-girl and her strange little brother that wanted to pet it. (Well, maybe it wasn’t that strange, someone said, since he was a kid.) Nothing. Maybe he was just imagining it. He turned back to Whiplash slowly. Something didn’t feel right about this place…
“… We need to go.” He said, and he hurried off toward the deserted area behind the stores. It was probably better if their conversation was held in a more private place, anyway.
Inventory (including animals under his control):
+ 10 dollars
+ Backpack
+ Wolfskin shirt and pants (in backpack)