(WormyxWere) 1x1 RP

[Wormgod]

((We get hawks too, but more crows and ravens and European Starlings and vultures. Lots and lots of vultures recently. I see them everywhere, but the rookeries are way outside of town. They might be moving, but there's nowhere to go here...It's kinda creepy.))

Moira might not have noticed, but Marceline did. Instantly she leaped from the tree, shifting to her wolf form as she went. She landed as a fiveteen foot tall werewolf; bipedal and tailless. She was covered in blue-gray fur and had a short, stout face. Her lips were up-turned, and her nose was flat like a bat's, with hgue eyes hiding behind them, and big ears behind that. Her clothes were torn to shreds now, adding even more to the bestial flair.

"Who are you!?" Marceline shrieked.

[miraphoenix]

((We get those, too. We've got a raven nesting somewhere around here; I hear it every morning when I'm waiting for the bus.))

Raising his hands to show that he was weaponless, the boy looked fairly innocent, blue eyes watching Marceline cautiously. "No-one in particular. Just a castaway, forgotten and left behind by those whom he loved," he replied, looking away for a moment. What he said was, technically, true. He had been left behind after he had spoken out against his mother, and, in her anger, she had left him here with the traditional thousand-plus Cthulhi garrison. For this was Yamir, son of Cthulhu, although it was doubtful that anyone in the group would know his human form.

[Wormgod]

((I got morning doves near my bus. And a few angry red wasps...))

The bestial side of Marceline told her to eat him. However, she was still a nineteen year old girl, and that side wouldn't let her hurt this boy. She slowly transformed back to human form, making sure her clothes were covering all the right spots, and narrowed her eyes, "Uh huh. Gimmie that scarf." She demanded, holding out a hand, "And tell me why you are here."

[miraphoenix]

((Ow... I don't like wasps..))

Baring his teeth in a snarl as the vampire demanded that he hand over his scarf, Yamir shook his head, refusing to take the scarf off. "The scarf stays on. My shirt you can take, but I keep the scarf," he said flatly, folding his arms over his chest. "I'm here because I was wandering, and stumbled upon you lot. You make a lot of noise, you know. It's no wonder those Cthulhi found you..."

[Wormgod]

((Somehow, they like me. I've never been stung, no matter how much I swatted at them, or stepped on them. Kinda lucky, since the bees go kamikaze on me.))

Marceline shook her head. She had enough of drinking the red in blood. She wanted a tasteless meal.
"That doesn't give you a reason to spy on us. I could kill you in a heartbeat." She threatened, "This is my home. i let them live here, but I don't like you. You can leave or die."

[miraphoenix]

((Lucky you.... Wasps have it in for me, I swear....))

"Look, vampire, let me spell something out for you," Yamir said smoothly, his eyes turning to chips of ice. "I assure you I've lived on this world a fair spell longer than you have; precious few have managed to stay here longer than I. Some of the ones who have just left a few weeks ago, and those are the ones that left me behind."

[Wormgod]

((What about the bees?))

Marceline scowled. She knew this boy wasn't a normal creature; he was something a lot like the Cthulhi. He smelled too much like them. Still, she didn't want to hurt him...

"So?" She snapped, "I don't care who or what you are. I can still kill you just like any Cthulhi."

[miraphoenix]

((They don't care, so long as I don't get close....))

Yamir just laughed quietly, looking away for a moment. "That might be for the best," he murmured, looking strangely distant. "Maybe then I will go back to someone who actually loves me... But I digress. That's a story for another time, supposing I don't die now. Which is highly unlikely. I'm going to let you in on a nice little secret here, vampire. The worms are coming; I felt the sign a few minutes ago. They smell the blood of your companions, and of the Cthulhi you decided to carve up and eat, and I'm fairly sure that there's no great way for you to get all three of them out of here before the worms arrive. Do you want my help getting them to safety, as I think at least two of them can't swim?" he asked, tone gentle and cordial. It was obvious that he wasn't threatened by Marceline, and was only bothered by her want of his scarf.

[Wormgod]

Marceline softened, losing a good deal of her anger as Yamir spoke, mentioning his loved ones, and finally the threat of the worms. She knew they would come--they always did, no matter where you were dead or alive, Cthulhi or something else. The worms ate everything. They were the lysosomes of a gigantic life-form. There was no hiding from the worms. The only safe place was the sea--and there were sea-worms there--or the air, and sometimes Cthulhi were in the air.

"Sure." Marceline finally answered, looking back at her charges. Artyom was asleep, and Ruber was nodding off, "I think the air would be best. Can you fly?" She asked.

[miraphoenix]

"No, not unless the wind is high. But we really don't need flight; I just need an idea of where you want to set up camp next," Yamir replied, an urgent light in his eyes. "Please, I hope you have an idea. I don't know if the places I know are safe right now." His voice was starting to get more worried; he could feel wormsign through the ground...