|Captured Creatures|Semi-Lit+ to Literate|Accepting|

[lynettetan1]

Lissa waited expectantly to the dog to reply, when she heard a person speaking once more. A person? No, it was that male... Varias? Yes, Varias. She turned her head back towards the male, lifting her head up from the ground, to not breathe in the annoying scent of the flowers. That's cool! Yeah, its Lissa. Pleased to meet you. She said happily, grinning slightly. This place was rather nice, she wondered for a slight second why everyone in here looked so depressed, but then ignored it. Snorting to get the smell out her head, she turned back to the dog, waiting for his answer.

[Moved </3 D:]

Lissa listened intently to what Varias had to say, before grinning. So like an illusion? That's so cool! You could like, make someone think he tripped and fell on a banana. she said, giggling at her own harmless joke, smiling a little more when he seemed to relax, and she lay down from the sitting position, though her head was still upright, and looking down at him. Not that it was intentional, but the moment she put her head down, the scent of the flowers rushed up her nose, and the smell was so cloyingly sweet... She shook her head slightly, and looked down at him again with a gentle smile, her blood red eyes without one hint of malice. She heard the found of paw steps dashing across the ground and heavy panting, but when she traced the sound to a rather angry looking dog, she decided not to interfere and let it cool off some steam.

Suddenly, she heard another set of footsteps lightly brushing against the grass, and turned her head slightly to see Talon. Usually she would not need to see her, merely smell, but the flowers has clogged up her sense of smell. "Heya!" she called in draconian, making strange chirps that only Talon could get since she was half dragon.

She then looked back at Varias, slightly confused. Hey... I never really did get your name, did I? Who are you? Sorry if I asked already, the scent of these flowers are driving me crazy. Simultaneously, she heard the frantic footsteps stop, then looked to see a rather depressed looking dog. Looking at Varias, she signalled to him that she was going to go see what's wrong for a moment. Though the gesture wasn't necessary, she had been bred as such from the start, and she had decided to keep it. After all, it was polite.

Taking a deep breath and holding it, she lowered her head to the dog's level, and her words resounded in his mind gently. Are you alright? You look rather... depressed. her words were kind, and she looked at it, waiting for an answer.

{S.o.r.e.n}

Soren whipped around, the voice in his head startling and breaking through his jumbled thoughts. Immediately, his hackles rose, and he bared his teeth, his ears flattening. Seeing that it was some sort of dragon thing, he relaxed slightly, his eyebrows raising with confusion. She had spoken inside his head. He didn't like that at all. Frowning deeply, he decided to shift back into his human form before speaking.

Human again, Soren stared at Lissa, his hands crossed over his chest, and his head tilted to the side. "Depressed?" He asked, scoffing slightly as he stared at the girl...dragon thing. "No. I'm just thinking." He said, shrugging in an almost frustrated and annoyed gesture, and turned towards the garden again. He didn't feel like talking to this person, though she did sound like she genuinely cared.

Inside, he snorted with annoyance. Someone genuinely caring about him. That was definitely something new. No one cared about Soren, the half-mad dog-shifter that wasn't very strong. If someone acted like they did actually care, then it was fake. If you saw it from his point of view, it wouldn't have been strange for him to be suspicious of Lissa's kind and good mood. "You can talk in my head. I don't like that." He stated bluntly, jerking his head back around to stare hard at the Lissa. His actions weren't mean, just gaurded and defensive.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

(I'm sorry for not posting much. I'm really in a horrible mood right now and could barely manage this.)

~Danika~

When Lissa turned to her, Danika listened to the draconian and smiled slightly, though it was hard to tell since she had a beak. With a nod, she replied in draconian, "Hello Lissa." She laid down in the grass, catching the same scent that the other dragonoid had caught earlier. It was rather pleasant and made her relax a bit. The wound on her head was still slightly trickling blood.

As Lissa walked over towards Soren, Danike decided to follow, though once again she remained a ways away. She did shift, however, so she was human with wings and a tail. When Soren mentioned not liking how Lissa talked, Danika stepped forward. She could tell he wasn't that mad, but she was slightly angered. However, she kept it down and stayed civil. "That is how she talks. She is... having difficulties shifting, and she can only speak draconian in this form. Therefore she talks in your head." Something about this boy made Danika feel some kind of connection and she offered him a slight smile that was genuinely friendly.

[Aniki]

{ Sorry you feel bad. :S }

[~Everlasting~]

{~Fullmetal.Heart~: It's alright. Worry about real life first. I won't delete you or anything.

I'll post a reply tommorow. My laptop's keyboard is dying, so I'll have to get on my computer to reply. I'm using an on-screen keyboard now. Sorry for the wait.}

[lynettetan1]

Lissa watched as the dog suddenly turned and displayed aggression, which shocked her slightly, so much so that she made a slightly confused yet scared whirr, her head jerking back in slight shock. It didnt last long, however, and she soon relaxed as he did. She thought about asking, then saw him shift back to his human form. How in the world did they do that with such ease?! She thought, slightly irritated about it, though she was mostly irritated with herself.

Then, he spoke, jerking her out of her thoughts. He was just thinking? He certaintly didnt look that way a few minutes ago, but Lissa decided not to make things worse. As she thought about how to ask or strike a conversation to perhaps alleviate his sour mood, he walked away, making her let out a sound greatly resembling a sigh mixed with a deep throated cat's purr. Was he really alright? She wondered if she should call out to him, ask him things, when the electricity reading in her head told her that he was going to turn around, though it was hard enough to decipher without reading all the jumbled up mess in his mind. Which was why she usually refrained from reading others' minds. If angry or depressed, their readings tended to shock her. Literally. So she waited.

To her surprise, he did turn around, merely a millisecond later. She must have been getting better at this. A small grin started to appear, and she almost started talking. But he was faster, so she listened. His words hurt, and she winced slightly, his gaze making her fidget. It wasnt as if he hated her, the action just seemed defensive. She immediately started to defend herself, but when she realised that the only way she would be able to do that was to talk in his head, the exact thing which he had just stated he didnt like 2 seconds ago, she stopped, and looked around, at a loss.

When she heard Danika speak, part of her really didnt mind, but she decided to save that point for later. What mattered now, was that she had a middle man. Or woman. Whatever you called it. Speaking with clicks, whirrs, chirps and deep rumblings, Lissa quickly got her point across. "Danika? Could you help me tell him that I am sorry I had talked in his mind? He looks a little... I dont know, sad? Angry? Tell him that if he wants, he could tell me whats wrong. I promise not to talk in his mind again. Oh, and sorry I am using you to talk to him like this..." She said sheepishly in fast paced draconian, her speech going at a faster rate then normal due to her sheepish state.

[SabrinaB]

Varias looked outside the window. Was it possible to go outside? He could use the fresh air... Being inside was terrible, he liked the fresh air.
He sighed and started to walk again. He could easily change the things he saw and pretend to be outside... But he didn't learn how to change the smells and sounds. He tried that a few times, but failed.
He looked at the walls. They were dark and unpleasant to see. He had no idea where he was going to. He knew a few ways, but he never was in this hall before. He tried a door, but it was locked. As creative as he was he took a small paperclip from the ground, bended it a little and opened the door. The fresh air of the outside world welcomed him warmly. He smiled and walked outside.

[aieralyn]

{I'm really sorry for not replying.... I was grounded for a really stupid reason. Anyways, I'm still technically grounded, but I'll try to post. Can I have a recap from when Freak discovered Asher and Daniel?}

[Moved </3 D:]

{S.o.r.e.n}

Soren watched as the monster girl turned helplessly towards Danika and sighed softly. "It's alright. You can speak to me directly, I don't mind....it just....startled me." He offered weakly, shrugging and attempting a half-smile. He didn't admit that it disturbed him deeply that someone was able to talk within his own mind. He had always thought that his mind was safe, that no one else could get in...but obviously he was wrong.

He brushed his spikey black hair out of his grey eyes and studied the two in front of him. It was odd, that he was speaking and having a conversation. Mostly, he was ignored, or he ignored others. He wasn't the most social, when it came down to it. He didn't know how to act, or what hurt peoples' feelings.

Distracted, he turned his head and stared across the garden. He wanted to run again....but he knew that he should stay put and continue talking. As much as he was at a loss for how to act around these two people, he had a feeling they would take it the wrong way if he just turned and walked away.

[~Everlasting~]

{Beautiful Disaster: Um. . .Freak is talking to our hot-headed friend Daniel in the training building, and Aasiyah took you and Soron back to the garden. She left, and all of the creatures are just walking around and talking.}

||Freak||

Freak listened to the boy's words carefully, smiling slightly. These were the first words he'd said all day that weren't insulting or sarcastic. Actually, they were some of the first civil words Daniel had spoken to him since he had arrived. He didn't blame him, though. He had done some horrible things to him in the past. If someone had captured him, locked him in a cage, and worked him to death every day at that age, he probably would have acted the same way. Maybe worse.
Probably. Maybe. Those words pretty much ruled the younger part of his life. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember anything before age 19. He liked to think that in general, his past had been fine. That the scars on his face were simply an accident. Maybe he had crashed a car. Or maybe he had fallen down steps. But every time he looked at them, he could see how strangely human they are. How they looked like they were created intentionally. How they looked like they had been there for years. He knew something bad must have happened to him. Something bad enough to cause him to forget everything.
Freak pushed his too-long hair behind his ears and sat up in his chair. He let out a small laugh at the Bob comment. "Really, Daniel, I don't care what you call me. I've had creatures call me much worse," he said, breathing out a sigh. His angry creatures screamed names at him every day. He didn't mind, though. He took them away from everything they ever knew. "You included. It's okay, though. I know I'm a monster. At least in your eyes."
Freak stood up and walked over to a window, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. Daniel's words echoed faintly in his ears, but he was deep in thought. The world outside was still wet from the rain that had fallen early in the morning. He brought one hand up to his face, running his fingers over all of the scars. He didn't tune back in until Daniel started talking about his treatment of the creatures. "Well, I'm sorry I don't give you all caviar and fancy clothes. But do I really look like I was taught how to care for things?" he asked, turning his head to look at the boy.
Freak turned his head back around and tuned out again, focusing on the wet grass. When it sounded like Daniel finally stop talking, he figured it was his turn to speak. "The first memory I have is of the rain," he murmured, not making an effort to project his voice. "I was 19. Or, at least, I think of 19. My past is full of 'I think"s." He turned around and leaned against the window, looking the boy in the eyes. "Back then, the air wasn't as full of toxins as it is now. Back then, people could breathe the air without getting sick." Freak looked him up and down, noticing the fire on his arms. "We live in a fairly unpolluted area. In some places, people have to wear masks like mine. Or they'll die."