Granger Russet fur slips between fallen debris that litters the pathway Granger’s small paws carry him on. It would be faster to assume his human form despite the lengthy amount of time since his last shift but the thought doesn’t occur to him, so comfortable within his compacted mouse shift when going about his day to day life that doing so any differently is out of the question as far as he’s concerned. And while it does take him longer, taking a break every so often to clean his snout of any dust with his forepaws (and a breather), before he’s back on the trail into the settlement.
Granger had hoarded enough scraps during his last visit to last him a few days while nosing around exposed beams and abandoned houses, but even a small mouse needed to eat more than a few crumbs a day. Between the small town and the outskirts where he made his home in between a decaying brick building, the breaks in the wall the perfect size for a mouse like him, the young Attuned had made a comfortable nest for himself; if not a bit bare boned. However as he came across the main street through the settlement, his stomach growled and was accompanied by a squeak as he darted between the heavy steps of the humanoids that towered over him, reminding him of his mission for the day. Get food.Get out. Years of the same routine left little for him to think about when it came to acquiring food. Vendors set up their booths in the same places every day for years and every few weeks the young man made it a habit to hang around the feet of merchants peddling their wares. He didn’t think anything of it when he jumped over the foot of one person and proceeded to use his small claws on all four paws to get a grip on the next persons pant leg, hauling himself up until he was level with the booth. With a short jump from pant leg to the booth he landed with a small squeak of surprise at the impact. Crumbs didn’t allow him to be the strongest mouse around but at least he didn’t have a third eye or two tails like some he’d seen in recent years. Paying no attention to those walking among the vendors, as nobody ever paid attention to him, Granger set about nosing at the husks of vegetables to find the smallest one he could drag back with him. |
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Nurse Aide
Age: 23 | Height: 5'4 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 0 - Strg: 7 - Dext: 15 - Endr: 5 - Luck: 3 - Int:
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07-23-2019, 05:34 AM
Metalsmith / Medic
Age: 29 | Height: 5'5 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 1 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int:
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Jigano - or Smith, as Cera would know him now - had been a faithful guide and an emphatic teacher. Though it was disorienting to have another form, Cera had enough experience with magic to pick up the transition rather smoothly after being introduced to it. Still, he found himself wandering and exploring the reaches of the town on two feet rather than four, fonder of conversation than ease of travel. There was so much to see and explore, a veritable encyclopedia of information to absorb about the land and its inhabitants that tantalized him from the start. Though he regrettably has to allot a certain amount of time to keeping himself alive at the very least, Cera spends most of his days wandering the settlement he was slowly coming to understand. On one such day he is wandering - aimless as always these days, solitary as he was - through the markets. A small pouch hangs at his hip, strung across one broad shoulder and a long-fingered hand resting on the strap as he peruses the daily selection. Bartering was something he could partake in, unsure of the monetary system as he was, and he'd had luck with bringing in kills wrapped in leaves and leathers to ensure he had a broader selection of more human-attuned tastes. A few fresh selections of meat were tenderly wrapped in some of the butcher paper he'd been kindly given by one of his more frequent bartering buddies, ready to be frozen or cooked by whoever he traded with that day. Instead, fate seems to have other ideas as weight pulls fabric taught against his legs. Cera startles, but years of a companion running up his limbs keeps him from kicking out against whatever bold creature climbs up his trousers. Verdant eyes glance down, wide and surprised as a small mouse scampers from his hip to the closest vendor's table. Luckily whoever runs this stall is haggling with another customer, allowing Cera a moment to watch the little thing. Inching closer, not wanting to startle it and unsure if it was Attuned, companion, or simple mouse, Cera bends at the waist to whisper to the little creature. Yes, he does feel a little silly, but his soft heart cannot help but sympathize with the way it scrounges. A hand delves into his bag to pull out a small pack of meat and a handful of berries, unsure which would appeal more to the little creature. Nimble fingers peel back the butcher paper on the meat, and he edges closer. "Little one," he whispers, heat coating his ears a charming shade of red in his embarrassment at the idea of being overheard. His hand opens to very slowly offer the food. Hopefully his soft tone will not frighten the mouse, especially if it is a wild one with no way of understanding his language. "Surely this is more appealing than scampering away with such a heavy piece? Let us not bother the poor vendor, I will happily share with you," Cera murmurs almost nonsensically. As a follower of the God of the Earth in his youth, speaking to various fauna and flora alike had never bothered him or struck him as particularly odd. He only hopes that if this little creature does understand him, that it will deign to trust him enough to either take the food or allow itself to be carried to where Cera could safely set him down with the food. He could not help but worry about the poor thing being trampled, with how bold it was to have leaped upon him in the first place.
Nurse Aide
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Metalsmith / Medic
Age: 29 | Height: 5'5 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 1 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int:
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Large ears shiver and twitch at the sound of his soft voice, and it brings a smile to Cera's full lips. At least the little creature doesn't startle and scamper away, which is a minor win for the young man. He watches with bated breath as the small, furred body tentatively crawls closer to the proffered food in his palm. It's like time seems to slow, a small victory, an act of kindness in motion that fills his breast with warmth. The smallest actions often had the largest rippling effects after all. Tiny, dexterous paws grasp one of the berries and brings it up off his skin, devouring it with gusto. Even that would have been enough, to know the small creature had gotten a fresher morsel for the day, but the breath in his throat hitches as the mouse climbs boldly into his cupped hand. "There you go, isn't that better than some old vegetables?" he says quietly, unable to help his golden smile. The little paws tickle against his skin, but he holds as still as he can, letting the mouse gorge itself on whatever selection it desires. Already the mouse has his attention when it sits up and peers imperiously at him, so he doesn't jerk when a voice presses into his head. His fingers twitch the barest amount, but Cera laughs softly regardless at the insolent words. "I certainly wouldn't be surprised to be bitten with how you're devouring that," he teases back, voice still dropped quietly. It had become apparent during his brief traveling with Smith that in human form, he could not respond telepathically. He pulls on a faux affronted look, though his emerald eyes still glitter with amusement. "And I'm certainly no old man! How old are you anyway?" It's an underhanded trick, teasing the little spitfire into revealing the information, but his manner of speech alone makes Cera worried for his age and the stability of his life. He'd had nieces, nephews, a...a daughter, once. Little ones had always seemed to flock to him, and he'd taken them in with open arms and open heart, as his adopted father once had. Paying it forward, he would call it, if he didn't love them all so dearly. It had never been a burden, winning over their trust and seeing them grow. He wanted to ask where the (suspected) child's family was, whether he had a home, why he was scavenging - though that was perhaps the easiest question to answer. Clearly the little mouse Attuned did not have a steady source of food, and that was...concerning. But he had a feeling asking those questions in general was going to be a battle with the child's already apparent personality, and asking them so soon after meeting him would likely be disastrous.
Medic
Age: 37 | Height: 6’3” | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Nomadic Level: 0 - Strg: 15 - Dext: 8 - Endr: 12 - Luck: - Int:
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07-28-2019, 06:54 AM
Mercutio had followed Ashe to town but soon after their arrival he’d broken off on his own to explore the small collection of streets. She hadn’t seemed concerned at traversing human village as a wolf and so Mercutio assumed he’d also be welcome here. Though he’d enjoyed the she-wolf’s company she had seemed just a little too pleased to meet him and so he was carefully asserting that pleasant acquaintances was all he could commit to being for now. She’s been perfectly friendly but Mercutio was especially wary nowadays of even the suggestion of any form of attachment.
He’d already made the mistake of following someone home, and all that had gotten him was this awful feeling he was trying his damndest to ignore. He hated it, missing someone, and someone he wasn’t sure he had the right to have known in the first place. He’d spent nearly his whole life trying to do the exact opposite and apparently couldn’t even get that right. It was Ashe’s comment that had put it in his mind, surely. Conjured up the image that he had formed in a dream or two, hardly acknowledged, when Mercutio had been human. When the wolf caught a flash if golden hair the little rising feeling in his gut only served to feed a growing anger at himself for being such an utter fool. His glance down the alley showed a blonde figure bent over some vendor’s stall, but the wolf only let out an exasperated huff and moved down another street and out of sight. No use imagining green eyes and angel smiles; he wouldn’t be that lucky in this or any life. Mercutio go take this the wrong way you knew who I was with every step that I ran to you
Nurse Aide
Age: 23 | Height: 5'4 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 0 - Strg: 7 - Dext: 15 - Endr: 5 - Luck: 3 - Int:
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Metalsmith / Medic
Age: 29 | Height: 5'5 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 1 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int:
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Cera has to bite his lip against his own laughter as the little mouse squeaks while simultaneously shoving a fat berry in his cheeks. He's entirely convinced that the mouse is going to either give itself the hiccups with that manner of eating - can mice get hiccups? - or would simply gorge himself until he swelled up like a fuzzy balloon. String included. Still, as amusing as the thought is, it's undeniably nice to be able to help provide for the little thing. Or at least it is until the little devil rears up on its hind legs and sasses back at him. Nonetheless, Cera has to laugh. It reminds him so dearly of his children, wherever they may rest now, and it warms his heart in equal turns as it hurts. Fifteen, however, is a number far more concerning than his grief. Fifteen...it's a better age than any younger, but still far too young to be out on his own. And Cera knows that he is, his fatherly senses tingling away. Just like that, he knows he's going to do something impulsive and potentially stupid. But despite his own self-proclaimed stupidity in the face of children, he's aware enough to know he can't just spring it on the little mouse-boy immediately. He'd been a wandering orphan once. Cera knew how wary you had to be in that position. "Ancient! Well, you're probably no taller in your human form than you are now, being fifteen!" he teases back in mock offense. "We wouldn't be strangers if you told me your name," he points out, smiling as he shifts his hands to better aid the mouse-boy in his efforts to get to the meat. Not that he expects the boy to divulge such personal information freely, so he offers his own first. "My name is Cera. I have plenty more if you'd like to take some, or I can drop it off some ways from where you're staying? You wouldn't have to show me where," he clarifies, knowing what he's asking for is a lot. But even if the boy spurned his other advances and attempts, at least he could leave him with a mound of food that would hopefully last him a few weeks more. And if he knew a drop-off point...well he'd certainly make it a daily ritual whether the child liked it or not.
Nurse Aide
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09-18-2019, 08:17 AM
Metalsmith / Medic
Age: 29 | Height: 5'5 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 1 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 6 - Int:
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09-21-2019, 06:52 AM
Something so known to me, sunlight oh sunlight // All of your love is sunlight
Cera stares back, affecting an expression of pure innocence as the mouse stares him down. Whatever he finds in his face must be satisfactory, because he hops over to his other hand on nimble little paws that tickle against his skin. The choke that follows is so feeble in his small form that Cera nearly doesn't catch it, but panics nonetheless when he does. Luckily the mouse-boy doesn't seem too daunted by that particular problem, though he gives Cera a heart attack when he scampers down his leg, afraid he has scared the boy off before he can offer his full assistance. Instead the boy begins to shift, voice resonating from inside Cera's head only to echo in his ears in the span of a blink. Cera's verdant gaze devours the small child before him, categorizing everything he can at the moment and committing it to memory. Still, he has to keep up the conversation lest the boy truly decides to scamper off, and so he smirks down at the shorter boy - though unfortunately, it's not by much - and puts a hand to his chin in mocking appearance of thinking. "Hmmm, I'm not sure, what's your definition of normal?" Okay, maybe that's the big brother in him rearing its head, but he can't help but tease the boy when his reactions are so immediate and heated. It's adorable. Cera yelps when the boy reaches to pinch his arm, face flushing even as he frowns (no it's not a pout) and puts his hands on his hips. "Now I'm sure that you don't know what normal is! I could lift you with one arm, pipsqueak," he retorts, though it's clear his annoyance is fake with how a smile twitches at the corner of his mouth, insistent on breaking free. Only then does he relax his arms unthreateningly at his side, reaching for his satchel and offering it in its entirety to Granger. "But really, I meant what I said. I'd rather you take what I have right now and keep it. LongNight is coming, and I want to help if I can. I promise it's not a handout, no strings attached." Just in case the boy had reason to fear that. Cera wants to do so much more, but he doesn't want to make the boy uncomfortable. He hadn't even learned his name yet.
Nurse Aide
Age: 23 | Height: 5'4 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 0 - Strg: 7 - Dext: 15 - Endr: 5 - Luck: 3 - Int:
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09-24-2019, 09:01 AM
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