~Oblivion~ {A Fantasy RP}

[HoodedHuntress]

He hadn't realize how starved he'd been for phisical touch until that moment. This whole time, all he had gotten was the occasional hard slap on the back from his trainer. "Mm'hm missed you, too, Kitty." He said as Xyla cooed something, "Oh, yeah. Flounder's been beating my butt. How are you? Akala didn't give you a hard time, did she? How was the flight? Are you tired-?" He had more questions but realized he wasn't letting her answer them. Well, that and he kinda... started to... drift into those innocent eyes. All his thoughts started to fall away. Self-doubt, fear, pain. Somehow she made all of it disappear as she spoke and he could just revel in the sound.

Xyla gave him a soft smile at his rambling, letting him finish before she would respond. But now she didn't know what to say...respond to all of those, start up a monotone conversation? She simply gazed at him some more, until she located the words she wished to speak, when she whispered sincerely "Everything is perfect. All of it." She gave him a loving smile, before she added in a hushed tone "I'm just so happy to see you again." The outside bustle of the seaside town seemed to slowly dwindle and wither away for her. As she slowly placed her head against his chest, it all seemed to be replaced with Neo's steady heartbeat, vibrating against her head. Xyla cherished every silent moment with him, as genuine as they were. As peaceful. Her past seemed to run away from her when she was distracted with him, as opposed to her sprinting away from it as it continued to haunt her.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

The husky figure glared at the fleu where the brightly-feathered angel had escaped, standing on the moulten bank that was almost as hot as his head was.
"What are you doing, you fool?" A voice hissed behind him.
The figure remained rigid.
"You could have been seen! You could have blown the whole operation." The terrible hissing came from was a slimy young girl with glittering black eyes and teeth just a little too sharp for comfort.
Still no movement from the cloaked figure.
"Hey! Do you hear me?" She slapped a paw on his wing and was about to jerk him around when he wheeled around. Before she knew it she was on the ground. "HEY." She roared, and the lava echoed her shout, roiling and bubbling angrily. She swiped her greasy hair behind a horn and was about to lunge when a third voice came. The lava hushed, and both Scavengers froze.
"Enough." Said a breathy voice. His white mane smoothed around his shoulder aurmor as he strode over the moulten surface. His face turned to the husky figure. "I am afriad you have created an obstacle for us, Bul." He said, readjusting his wings with a twinge of anger, "We must get rid of the boy. He cannot be allowed to warn the others."

....

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Neo laid his chin on her head as the lamplighter came, quickly flicking from post to post and illuminating the streets as the sun slipped beneath the trees, draped in Spanish moss. Music from the tavern picked up again, just as jovial as ever. Out of the corner of his eye, Neo noticed Flounder waving the back of his hand at them as he entered the building.
"So..." He said, not budging for fear of disturbing her. Her soft hair was rather ticklish against his bare chest, and a grin crept onto his face. Gently, he began stroking her black tangles. "Does the Kitty know how to dance?" He cooed.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Neo laid his chin on her head as the lamplighter came, quickly flicking from post to post and illuminating the streets as the sun slipped beneath the trees, draped in Spanish moss. Music from the tavern picked up again, just as jovial as ever. Out of the corner of his eye, Neo noticed Flounder waving the back of his hand at them as he entered the building.
"So..." He said, not budging for fear of disturbing her. Her soft hair was rather ticklish against his bare chest, and a grin crept onto his face. Gently, he began stroking her black tangles. "Does the Kitty know how to dance?" He cooed.

Xyla had shut her eyes as she lost herself in the endless space of his heartbeat, but opened them as he spoke. A nervous smile soon grew on her lips as she heard the question, and waited a few seconds to further enjoy him stroking her hair before she responded "Well, yes. But only alone. While the people in my tribe danced with partners, I was always too...shy and scared to see my parents, so I simply taught myself how to dance away from the others." She looked up at him eagerly as she added "I'd love to try with you, however. I'm sure you've had practice with the girls in your village, or?" She gave a lighthearted laugh as she realized he probably had, and that she would make a fool of herself when she tried now.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

He wrapped a wing around hers and kept her close as he steered her towards the tavern. "Oh, come on," He said, voice throaty with assurance, "I'm sure they were just too shy to ask you. Myself, now. The girls wouldn't touch me. Except for Akala. She punched me once." He snickered. At last entering the place he had watched from the window, the little bell dingled a welcome, though it was barely heard above the white noise of chatter and music. The place was dimly lit but for a chandelier above the little clearing beneath the stage. Most were either hunched over cards at their respective tables, or teetering on their barstools. Several heads turned as they walked in. Neo had asked Flounder to keep his social status under raps, but whether they knew that or not, they still stuck out like sore thumbs. He wondered how Xyla would handle all the attention.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

He wrapped a wing around hers and kept her close as he steered her towards the tavern. "Oh, come on," He said, voice throaty with assurance, "I'm sure they were just too shy to ask you. Myself, now. The girls wouldn't touch me. Except for Akala. She punched me once." He snickered. At last entering the place he had watched from the window, the little bell dingled a welcome, though it was barely heard above the white noise of chatter and music. The place was dimly lit but for a chandelier above the little clearing beneath the stage. Most were either hunched over cards at their respective tables, or teetering on their barstools. Several heads turned as they walked in. Neo had asked Flounder to keep his social status under raps, but whether they knew that or not, they still stuck out like sore thumbs. He wondered how Xyla would handle all the attention.

XYla retorted gently "Really? I'm surprised no one wanted to dance with you, I'm really excited to and we haven't even entered..." Her voice trailed off as they entered, where the atmosphere was drastically different then the one outside. While the streets were warmly lighted, rather empty and private, comfortably desolate, the tavern was a bustling building packed to the brim with Ripples, ad it seemed like at least three-quarters of the, stared directly at her. Xyla took a gentle sigh, calming herself from all the eyes as they entered, not moving from Neo's side at all times, feeling her side against hers as they stood in the tavern, his one wing holding her close, offering itself as somewhat of a comforting shield. To distract herself from all the attention, she whispered up to him lightheartedly "I guess I shouldn't have put paint on my face, they probably think I'm really weird or something."

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(Methinks maybe the Clan ruler is determined via fight once the old king king has died... or maybe they have a different Cannon for beauty there. Say, a big, strong, jungle-warrior is more desirable than today's Cannon, which happens to be more slender. Or both.
Just trying to come up with plausible reasons why he's a reject.
Also, I went looking for Celtic pub music. I have no idea what Heavens intended for the cultures of these people, but I saw the Ripples as kind of sea-faring hillbillies with a passion for fashion. Here's some music I found.
This ones just awesome:

And this one is more like the tavern music:

It picks up the beat at about a minute and a half in. Maybe not too romantic, but fun as hecc.))
"Nonsense." He said, taking her to the center of the clearing as the band started into a new song. Neo took her hand and stepped back and spread his wings in an extravagant bow, then looked up at her, "They are simply jealous. Now, if I may have this dance?"

 

[Frost bite88]

(Methinks maybe the Clan ruler is determined via fight once the old king king has died... or maybe they have a different Cannon for beauty there. Say, a big, strong, jungle-warrior is more desirable than today's Cannon, which happens to be more slender. Or both.
Just trying to come up with plausible reasons why he's a reject.
Also, I went looking for Celtic pub music. I have no idea what Heavens intended for the cultures of these people, but I saw the Ripples as kind of sea-faring hillbillies with a passion for fashion. Here's some music I found.
This ones just awesome:

And this one is more like the tavern music:

It picks up the beat at about a minute and a half in. Maybe not too romantic, but fun as hecc.))
"Nonsense." He said, taking her to the center of the clearing as the band started into a new song. Neo took her hand and stepped back and spread his wings in an extravagant bow, then looked up at her, "They are simply jealous. Now, if I may have this dance?"

(First off yes I've been gone forever now but hopefully I will get back into the swing of things soooon And secondly for the Spirits a Chief will pick amongst their children for secession, they often pick the eldest but if the eldest is not as capable as the Chief would like they will pick the most able, if a child rejects their sibling being chosen over them that's when any fighting will occur though it's quite rare. Lastlyyyy I largely based the Ripple off more modern representations of mermaids with a dash of Seawings from the book series Wings of Fire but passion for fashion is definitely the most fitting term and the music you found is honestly perfect, they are probably the most laid back and party and fun loving of the different people so 11/10!!!)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(First off yes I've been gone forever now but hopefully I will get back into the swing of things soooon And secondly for the Spirits a Chief will pick amongst their children for secession, they often pick the eldest but if the eldest is not as capable as the Chief would like they will pick the most able, if a child rejects their sibling being chosen over them that's when any fighting will occur though it's quite rare. Lastlyyyy I largely based the Ripple off more modern representations of mermaids with a dash of Seawings from the book series Wings of Fire but passion for fashion is definitely the most fitting term and the music you found is honestly perfect, they are probably the most laid back and party and fun loving of the different people so 11/10!!!)

Epic))

 

[HoodedHuntress]

(Methinks maybe the Clan ruler is determined via fight once the old king king has died... or maybe they have a different Cannon for beauty there. Say, a big, strong, jungle-warrior is more desirable than today's Cannon, which happens to be more slender. Or both.
Just trying to come up with plausible reasons why he's a reject.
Also, I went looking for Celtic pub music. I have no idea what Heavens intended for the cultures of these people, but I saw the Ripples as kind of sea-faring hillbillies with a passion for fashion. Here's some music I found.
This ones just awesome:

And this one is more like the tavern music:

It picks up the beat at about a minute and a half in. Maybe not too romantic, but fun as hecc.))
"Nonsense." He said, taking her to the center of the clearing as the band started into a new song. Neo took her hand and stepped back and spread his wings in an extravagant bow, then looked up at her, "They are simply jealous. Now, if I may have this dance?"

(Both plausible reasons, he definitely used to be skinny, right? So that could play some part in it. And now that he's stronger, he's less of a reject or something? just ideas here...Frost made some good points too.
Also, that song is fun as heccers, the romance can wait for a second.)
Xyla followed him with an eager smile on her face, anticipating the moment when they would begin dancing, where she could express herself freely, forget what seemed like the whole village was watching. Besides, she would be dancing with him. And that only made it better, at least that's what she thought. When he bowed and spread his colored wings wide she blushed, before she gave him a meek yet eager smile and a nod, feeling the music before she dance. She also eyed his movements, to make sure they would be on he same page when dancing, which it seemed to show. After a while, her feet erupted into flurries of dance moves, all accompanied by Neo's movements. It was apparent she was a superb dancer after all the years of secluded practice. He movements were swift and forceful yet held a strange grace to them as she maneuvered her body to match the music effortlessly. Occasionally, she would offer Neo a smile between breaths and dance moves, as she was clearly enjoying herself.