{Spring Has Sprung!} He strolled around this new story book world, or whatever it was, looking at his surroundings. Looking for a bar, mostly. What else do you do when whisked away to help story book things do what they are suppose to? Drink the hallucination away.
That's what this had to be, right? A hallucination? The fall of petals from trees felt real, but was that building made of chocolate? It was all strange and bothersome. Not at all what he was used to in Maple Bay. This seemed... wrong on more levels than he could admit.
Worst yet, after one particular strong gust of wind and cherry blossoms he found something atop his head. He reached up to yank on it, but "Ooow!" Shit that hurt. Ears? Rabbit ears? Well that was new. "Great..." He hummed to himself, pulling at the ears again and looking at them from over to top of his head. "That's the last thing I needed."
You might find him tugging at the ears, or you might find him looking frumpy, ears hanging down over the back of his head, feeling scruffy and annoyed. "I got to get a damn drink..."
{Essence Practice} His breath was cold, though he didn't feel cold at all. Just that once in a while it felt like he had a rather strong mint in his mouth, or that he was warm on a cold day. It was hard to explain.
Part of his powers, he suspected.
He felt shaggier then normal, with long pointed ears and his hair felt longer. His sideburns bigger. His beard grew faster. He had to keep it trim. He felt itchy in his skin, like he needed to do something. Needed to change. Needed some air.
Out away from the city, near the woods, Robert stood, practicing his essence, feeling it out. Not the shape shifting part but the north wind like ability. He stood there breathing in and out, feeling the cold breath on his hands. He was suppose to be the Big Bad Wolf of the three little pigs. He could huff and buff, but why was it cold?
He took a breath and let it out slowly, then another, sucking back air only to let out a strong force of breath that whipped through the trees. There was a guest of cold air shooting past trees, leaving a frost covering leaves as it went. Any person near by might get a cold breeze shoot past them, chilly like a winter night.
Robert Small | Dream Daddy | Big Bad Wolf from 3 Little Pigs
{Spring Has Sprung!}
He strolled around this new story book world, or whatever it was, looking at his surroundings. Looking for a bar, mostly. What else do you do when whisked away to help story book things do what they are suppose to? Drink the hallucination away.
That's what this had to be, right? A hallucination? The fall of petals from trees felt real, but was that building made of chocolate? It was all strange and bothersome. Not at all what he was used to in Maple Bay. This seemed... wrong on more levels than he could admit.
Worst yet, after one particular strong gust of wind and cherry blossoms he found something atop his head. He reached up to yank on it, but "Ooow!" Shit that hurt. Ears? Rabbit ears? Well that was new. "Great..." He hummed to himself, pulling at the ears again and looking at them from over to top of his head. "That's the last thing I needed."
You might find him tugging at the ears, or you might find him looking frumpy, ears hanging down over the back of his head, feeling scruffy and annoyed. "I got to get a damn drink..."
{Essence Practice}
His breath was cold, though he didn't feel cold at all. Just that once in a while it felt like he had a rather strong mint in his mouth, or that he was warm on a cold day. It was hard to explain.
Part of his powers, he suspected.
He felt shaggier then normal, with long pointed ears and his hair felt longer. His sideburns bigger. His beard grew faster. He had to keep it trim. He felt itchy in his skin, like he needed to do something. Needed to change. Needed some air.
Out away from the city, near the woods, Robert stood, practicing his essence, feeling it out. Not the shape shifting part but the north wind like ability. He stood there breathing in and out, feeling the cold breath on his hands. He was suppose to be the Big Bad Wolf of the three little pigs. He could huff and buff, but why was it cold?
He took a breath and let it out slowly, then another, sucking back air only to let out a strong force of breath that whipped through the trees. There was a guest of cold air shooting past trees, leaving a frost covering leaves as it went. Any person near by might get a cold breeze shoot past them, chilly like a winter night.