Open - wolf in sheep's clothing

Staring at her long, pale fingers, Vertigo couldn't help but feel incredulity wash over her like a wave. Admittedly, the young woman didn't believe that the game was real as soon as she had gotten the email. As her curiosity reared its ugly head, she found that she couldn't stop herself from downloading the code into her new (well kind of old actually) VR set and slipped the headset over her forehead.

It didn't take long for her to make her in-game avatar. About six inches shorter than usual, with fluffy brown hair and golden eyes, it was almost a dream. Every inhale brought in the scents of a fresh forest, the dirt crumbling in between her fingers bringing an earthy smell with it. As a Caenis, her hearing and sense of smell were heightened, bringing her to practically taste it.

A soft smile spread over her face, fluffy tail flicking the air behind her and ears twitching idly. Now, which way to go? Vertigo needed to find her way to some place to pick up a weapon and earn some gold.

 

Celestine took a little hop over a fallen log, slipping up on the landing and crashing down into the light snow. Coooold! With a shiver, she leaped back up and dusted herself off, pressing on through the woods. This must’ve been the fifth time this month she’d gotten lost in this darn forest. Unbelievable… or at least it might’ve been, if she wasn’t so horrible with directions. How hard was ‘just keep going straight’ anyways? Sheesh.

Just then, a soft crunching sound slowly came closer and closer. Celestine froze, cat ears twitching and turning every which way to try and pick up where it was coming from. Her…… right? She turned, and sure enough, there was a girl wandering around on her own.

“She must be of newness,” Celly whispered quietly to herself, ducking behind a nearby tree. It was definitely too quiet for the average human hearing most people were used to. Animal ears - on the other - had more of a fair chance. A fact that Celestine - ironically enough - forgot to remember, despite having a pair herself: “I have not done a pet of the puppy persons before. Maybe I will do a wait here and be giving the puppy person a surprise petting when she does a pass by.”

With that said, Celestine crouched down, ready to pounce the moment she caught sight of the girl passing by her tree.

 

A faint whisper tickled her ears, causing the Caenis to look mildly irritated as she walked along the path. The twenty-three year old tilted her head slightly, sharp golden eyes piercing the trees suspiciously. She slowed her pace down, ears twitching and angling in an attempt to hear what she had just heard. "Hello?" she called out, resisting the urge to twitch her nose as she inhaled deeply.

The scents that filtered back tickled her nose rather heavily, producing the urge to let out a violent sneeze. The fresh scent of wet leaves, the musky scent of dirt... and a cat. A cat? Was there someone here with her? Vertigo had seen the option to go out as a cat person, only she had chosen the wolf species.

"Who's there?" she asked sharply, tail whisking the ground behind her. Why, oh why didn't she have a weapon- Oh! Large stick to the ground on her left! Suppressing the wolf instincts that wanted to gnaw on it, Vertigo picked up the stick and slowly began to turn around.

 

Cel stretched back and forth silently. She leaned side to side. She tapped her boots ever so gently so as not to rustle any leaves. Why was she moving SO DARN SLOW?! It took a moment, but finally, her question was answered when the puppy-person called out in confusion. Celestine froze. Had she been found out? No way…

“Pfft, as if anyone has ever done an answer of that question,” Cel whispered to herself in a snarky response as the girl asked if she was there. Of course she wasn’t there! That’s why she was being quiet. But luckily, this was the perfect opportunity~! She had called out in the opposite direction, so if she was quick…

Celestine circled around the tree and tiptoed with catlike stealth up to the mysterious puppy-person who seemed to be looking for something on the ground. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Glancing at those delightfully fluffy ears with a powerful longing, Celestine picked up her pace, and finally leaped to cling on to the girl and pet away~!

[OOC: Feel free to dodge and give Celly a good whacking with that stick.]

@Vertigo

 

Philadelphia had been watching the pair from atop a tree for a while now, along with his eagle best friend Freedom who was less interested as usual. It was Caenis versus Felis, canine versus feline, dog versus cat, loyal best friend to humanity versus domesticated butt. Philadelphia was reminded of those cartoons he watched as a kid, of cats and dogs and birds. The former two were already present. All this story needed was a--- Caw caw!

“Caw caw!” Freedom screeched after him but it was too late. (Wait! Think this through, you butt brain!)

Philadelphia had already jumped off the tree, launching himself towards the auburn-maned Caenis and the sapphire-maned Felis. If he was successful, he’d be able to catch the two off-guard. If he wasn’t? Well, he would probably end up hitting the ground and immediately dying on the spot. Ha! As if. He was a bird. He was more than a bird. He was the Eagle King, the king of all eagles. Caw caw!

[OOC: Someone dropkick Philadelphia.]

@Vertigo @Celestine

 

After all the hunting of the monsters by the players in Brisshal, Darko felt relieved as he walked within the forest almost unmolested, save for that bear that just appeared from nowhere. Fortunately he was a bit faster as he cast a series of rot spells towards the bear. The bear's head melted until it became just a skull, and it fell down quickly. This increased magic power had became a boon for him as he could now easily dispatch the weak monsters in Brisshal. Unfortunately, only those which were caught by his black chains that took very long to cast were accepted as evidence to the guild, as if they could sense that black magic was the cause of death of the creature, and they had an aversion to black magic. For Darko it was understandable, for this game was set in the Middle Ages, where the practitioners of black magic were subjected to numerous tortures, burnings, drownings, and all that such. Fortunately in this game they would not be subjected to such gruesome events, only a hostile atmosphere around the residents who knew a person was a practitioner of black magic. Oh well it was as if he cared anyway. Oh, and he would not use black magic on any person, except on evildoers and irritating players. And there should be a lot within Terrasphere, as he should see later.

As he was walking, using his casting baton as his cane like a true gentleman, he then saw the genesis of a new player, a caenis in particular. As he saw it, the pain struck again in his head. He had remembered the day he had entered here after that horrendous accident that claimed his whole family but himself. He was supposed to be playing the game with his wife, of course with some time to care for the child. Now he was all alone here, playing the role of a douchebag so that no one would try to socialize with him. But well, he was enjoying every insult he was dishing on everything. It felt so good to release his own disappointment and dejection.

Well looks like there should be a target of his insult. A felis was moving towards the caenis, her noiseless entry a testament of what cats could do, but he saw that the felis' actuations was as if she wanted to glomp something, most likely the caenis. Hell it was as if he was watching Animal Planet, but this time they should be players, their different clothing a testament to it. Darko himself wore something as if he was a noble in the Victorian period, so a slight glance on him should determine that he was a player.

"Such bestiality. I wonder if her parents were actually cats or they just wanted to glomp anything that they could see," he muttered as he watched the felis woman on. But an even greater idiocy entered his line of sight as he saw a man on a branch, an eagle in tow. Darko wondered what in the world was he intending to do, as he started to utter Latin phrases as he pointed the baton towards the man. After a number of chants, a black cloud started to form, and ethereal images that resembled chains started to originate from the dark cloud, those chains getting blacker and blacker as he continued uttering Latin phrases under his breath while he watched the caenis and the felis while keeping an eye on the crazy man. The caenis seemed wary of the surroundings around her, and then searched for the source of the uneasiness... wait what? She just saw a stick and pounced on it? Looks like the caenis was as much a crazy person as the other two. The felis then executed the plan to glomp the caenis. What's more, the man, mimicking the sound of an eagle like his companion, jumped from the branch to what should be instant death. Tired of all this shit, he then released the chains towards the man that jumped, tying him on the spot, and, with his deep imagination, the chains retracted towards the black cloud, pulling the man towards him, and if the man would not duck, his head would be hit by the branch from where he jumped. He would then set the man safely to the ground, and after the chains and the cloud subsided, he then moved towards the man, his face smug while twirling the baton in his hand, "Just where do you think you intend to insert an eagle in a dog and cat chase? And another thing, do you really think you can unlock the avian race by jumping from a branch, suicidal idiot?" He then walked away, using the baton as his cane like a true Victorian gentleman.

Enough idiocy for today.

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@Philadelphia @Vertigo @Celestine