Open RP Post - 2017

[cwolfeh]

There's nothing wrong with reaching for new stars and those distance horizons.

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Favorite Memes:
Soulmate AU + Morning After Meme + Rainy Day Meme + Dystopian/Post-Apocalyptic AU + Buddy Cop AU

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[ghostdrives]

She is now, fluffbutt.

The second slam to her leg feels even worse than the first, and for a moment she stops her screaming only to cry out in pain again. She's never seen anything that could attack with its tail before like this, whether stabbing or slamming, and whatever is in that tail's venom feels like its beginning to course through her.

But once she feels the tail let go, the talons begin to loosen in his paws. If she had half the mind right now, she'd feel pretty terrible at the injuries she's given him, but it's out of defence in a way. He jumped her after all.

If she can just get away from him, make it to open sky or just... who knows, calm him down maybe? Get him to back off? Then she could be safe.

[thenightsky]

...Shut up.

He manages to jerk one paw away, shredding his skin some in the process but anything to get away. It isn't hard for him to get the other free as well and then he's falling. The manticore hits the ground in an aborted crouch, slumping forward slightly and almost resting his forehead against the ground as his hands ache and his head throbs as if it's about to split open.

It's going to take him a few minutes before he'll be able to get his bearings again. Until then, he's just going to stay right where he is, tail resting on the ground and his wings draped across the floor at his sides.

[ghostdrives]

Once he even lets one paw go, Aqua's quick to let up on his other limb. While he very well could swipe at her still, somehow, the more human side of her maybe, she thinks that he isn't. That maybe he's had enough.

Even as he drops to the ground, the harpy is quick to get away. But the moment she puts some weight on that one leg, she nearly stumbles on the rafter out of pain, colliding with the wood and crying out, sounding more human than monster for once.

It doesn't help that she can still see the beast on the ground below her, and although she starting to feel a little numb from the venom, she can't help but worry about him. He... doesn't look good.

It could be a bad idea, but she trills gently at the manticore, worried about him.

[thenightsky]

The sound doesn't register with him right away because of the ringing in his ears but the manticore does shift after a minute or two, ears slowly perking as he lifts his head to peer up at her.

..Why was she worried about him?

A low rumble escapes him, not a growl but more a disgruntled sound than anything else. Noctis shakily attempts to get himself upright but ends up giving up and slumping onto his side, letting out a heavy breath in the process.

His head is never going to stop aching. It's just going to explode, simple as that.

[ghostdrives]

Because she hurt you, fuzzball.

It's as simple as that. She might not be human anymore but she's determined to cling to whatever little bit she might have left. And if that means having regrets in terms of attacking other people or creatures, well, she'll be a regretful monster.

Her tail and wings jerk as the cat moves, and she ends up trilling at him again, with a little more urgency this time. For now she's ignoring that she's not sure whether she can feel the rafter under her talons. Her sense of touch might be slipping a little...

[thenightsky]

You're strange...but considering he's been trying (and failing) to hang onto some bits of himself, he understands.

His ears flick at her second twill, only vaguely realizing how urgent it sounds. He's slowly giving in to the urge to just let himself pass out and it's obvious in the way his entire body just starts to slump.

Sleep sounds good. Let's ignore the fact that there's nothing safe about this location at all...

[ghostdrives]

Considering you're the one who snuck in and attacked her, that's saying something.

From this distance, she sees how much he's slipping into unconsciousness, and her next cry starts off louder before it dies in her throat. Maybe her screaming was too much for him, and Aqua frowns at that thought.

He... he should rest, and she should let him. The cat might have provoked her, but she's been considering this small a place a bit of a sanctuary. And to move him now would probably cause more problems.

She steps off the rafter, intending to glide down beside him. The only problem is that it's far too clumsy, and her wings aren't beating properly and she misreads how close she is to the floor. Instead of a graceful landing, Aqua tumbles onto the floor, her injured leg not quite working like it should. His poison really is starting to take affect.

Still, she does try to do her best to half drag the cat into a dark corner by an arm, so that he isn't some monstrous sitting duck in this place. It isn't easy considering he's far bulkier than her, and it's more exhausting than she first imagined, but she does it.

Only to practically collapse onto the ground a few feet from him herself. At least he can be safe, but the harpy just needs to rest for a little bit. Her body just feels so heavy now...