Heartfyre (1SAZ + Lumasan)
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				Title: <strong>Heartfyre (1SAZ + Lumasan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 04:00:30</strong>
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				The world isn't quite what it used to be. Well, actually, the world is more like how it was before humans took control of everything. That's the funny thing about the bang. What everyone assumed would be the end of the world was just the beginning of a new one, one where the creatures of myth rose up once again, forty percent of humans becoming something else, while the world around stayed exactly the same. There were still skyscrapers and cars, but suddenly you had centaurs running down main street and changelings acting on Broadway. Magic came with the bang, and became the new renewable resource that powered just about everything from a cell phone all the way up to airplanes. The first month of the change was rough of course, thousands of lives lost in the first month or so, but now, those days are in the past. Now, everyone just tries to get by the best they can with whatever advantage they have.<br><hr>Quincy, or Quin as he liked to be called by his friends, was one of those people affected by the bang in the year 2012. In those days, he was just your average college student, studying hard and enjoying the time he had with his friends. But after the bang, Quin became something of a monster, a Wolfkin as they were dubbed in the news after the first months of the tragedy. Standing at six feet and seven inches, Quincy suddenly dwarfed just about everyone around him, though that wasn't what pushed them away. His head turned into that of a wolf and his body became covered in grey and white fur, his feet becoming padded paws with sharp claws, though he kept his hands for the most part. While he remained human in the mental and emotional sense, his body was changed beyond what even most would consider normal in the first months.<br><br>Taking a job at a library after graduation, Quincy had become quite more comfortable with his new abilities, particularly his agility and speed, as well as his heightened senses. His frosty blue eyes could suddenly see every word of a book from across a room, and he could suddenly climb a stack in the time it took to climb a ladder. The change wasn't all bad it seemed.<br><br>Standing at the desk of the local library, Quincy let out a deep, growling huff as he read the newspaper for the third time that day, slightly annoyed by the headlines. Wearing a black leather jacket over a light blue tee shirt that did next to nothing to hide his toned features that his fur only accentuated and a pair of jeans, Quincy looked out towards the door as he heard the bell chime that announced a visitor. "Hello and welcome. If there is anything I can help you find, just ask," he said with what could pass as a smile on his muzzle. He soon turned his attention back to the paper, rereading the headline for the fourth time: Lycanthropy, a plague or a blessing? <em>A blessing... at least then you can look normal again...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heartfyre (1SAZ + Lumasan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 05:22:46</strong>
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				Hood over her head, Cassiopeia walked in rather silently. The library was a welcome place to anyone homeless or needed a quiet place to relax. Shelter from the rain was also a plus for libraries who often offered services for free. Red eyes stared out from under neath the hood, hidden for the most part by its length. The person, obviously female, wore a long brown leather coat, worn out by years of use, over her black modified hooded sweatshirt. Rain droplets dribbled off of her shoulders as she made her way past the security bars at the entrance.<br><br>Sighing softly, she made her way to the front desk. She had a book or two in mind but she wasn't sure where to go to find it. As she neared the counter her face was more clear, although anything above her eyelids was concealed by her damp hooded sweatshirt. She leaned against the counter, her hands forming into fists instinctively before she placed them on the counter, tugging her sweatshirts sleeves around her fingers. <br><br>Normal complexion, almost smooth skin speckled with a few freckles over the nose, was hidden by the hood from far away but now was plainer than day. Her red eyes blinked a few times as she looked up and down at the Wolfkin at the desk. He looked terrifyingly bored, and the paper he was reading wasn't helping apparently. Her glossed lips parted as she began to speak, "I'm looking for the Mythology section, you think you could point me in the right direction?" Her voice was a nice alto, a bit smoky but still feminine. Cass wondered why, as she waited for a response, a Wolfkin was working in a library versus having&nbsp; a successful job as a hunter or a ranger like the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heartfyre (1SAZ + Lumasan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>1SAZ</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 05:46:30</strong>
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				Huffing out once again with a growl, Quincy nodded slowly to the hooded woman as she stated her business. Her complexion was flawless and her eyes were of brilliant crimson, which while odd, were far more common these days than they were before the bang. She had a sense of femininity that shown through despite being hidden under a long coat and hooded sweater, but it was clearly there. Rising onto his toes a bit, Quin slowly moved around the desk till he stood face to face with the shorter woman, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow.<br><br>"Right this way miss. I have to company you, due to the mythology section being locked. Too many would-be occultists trying to steal a tome or two for a quick jump up the ranks of magus," he said simply, his voice soft, though with a hint of a feral growl hidden with effort. Most Wolfkin happily let their growl shine through when they speak, an intimidation tactic that has lasted the last ten years at least. Quincy, however, wished to shrug off the stereotypes that came with his bestial features, as hard as it was to do so.<br><br>Leading her towards the back, Quincy's tail swayed from side to side as his ears perked up slightly, his senses spreading out around the library, picking up every scent and sound. Soon, they found themselves in front of a cast iron gate, clearly designed to keep out just about anything short of an atomic bomb. Drawing out a key from inside his coat, he placed it into a hidden lock in the door before turning it, loud clanking ringing out through the hall. "Feel free to ask me for help at any time. I'll just be right outside."<br><br>Placing his hand on the bar of the gate, he let out a deep grunt as he drew the heavy gate open, showing why a Wolfkin was working as a librarian. The gate was an two inches thick for every bar, and must have weighed more than a car, but Quincy opened it with some effort. Stepping away from the door, he bowed his head to the woman, averting his eyes shyly as he relaxed his now strained muscles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heartfyre (1SAZ + Lumasan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>21-10-2012, 07:28:02</strong>
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				Cassiopeia followed behind him closely. Although tomes weren't what she was after, it was a plus of being allowed in the locked section. She hadn't been expecting to be let back there, and she should have been more clear on what she was looking for. She hoped she didn't come across as suspicious, it was bad enough that she looked like a homeless person or the fact she had red eyes. With red eyes now a days, came a lot of stigma and hatred. She wrapped the ends of her sleeves around her fingertips and kept herself feeling small. Not that that was a problem, the Wolfkin she followed was well over six feet in height. Even if she was taller for a woman, at 5'7", he still towered above her. <br><br>He didn't seem to be too happy with her though, grumbling and growling. Huffing and puffing, he was a regular big bad wolf, at least, that's how he was coming across to her. She wondered if today she smelled like sulfur again? Lifting up her leather coat she slyly smelled herself, nothing but musty leather. Then she wondered if it was something else about her, but the sounds of the locks snapped her from her own thoughts. <br><br>She bowed softly as a thanks for him opening the gate for her, as she clearly would not have been able to move it herself. She walked slowly in, and paused for a moment, inhaling that unique smell that belonged only to old books. It was a relaxing smell, the older the book the richer the smell. Slowly she made her way through the books, her fingers now no longer hidden by her sleeves. Tracing the books with her fingers, like tracing a fence with a stick, it was evident that she was anything but normal. Her fingernails were slightly claw like, but still evidently that human pink. Old nail polish showed on them as she continued to walk up and down the aisles, but never once did she look at the books as she did so. <br><br>After a few minutes of walking aimlessly she stopped, almost instantly turning on her heels to stare at a book her index finger sat on. It was old, and in Latin, but still didn't warrant thorough protection from wear. She slowly pulled it from the shelf, careful as to other books didn't fall, and walked back to the small table in the middle of the room. Sitting down, she seemed mindful of her rear, lifting her jacket a little and pulling it to the side. Slowly she opened the book, careful of it's pages and began panning through it, skimming. Her nails lightly traced words, as if she could understand it. A droplet of water dripped from the edge of her hood and landed near the book on the table. She sighed and slowly removed the hood from her head. What lay underneath was not expected as to how the hood draped over her head. <br><br>Dark chestnut hair hugged her head, but something else did as well. Starting right above her ears, two horns jutted out from her skull and curled up but never peaked above her head. They had a stone like smoothness of a longhorn's rack, with a few partition ridges (which got closer together the closer to her skull). Instead of curling forwards towards her nose, like atypical ram's horns, the curved backwards and inwards to the back of her neck. Her hair was long, and remained tucked into her hoody. She shot a short glance back at the Wolfkin, hoping he would not stare too much at her. While strange things were often seen now a days, creatures like her were considered bad news. Just because they looked like a vast populations typical devil, did not make them evil. But this never stopped people from trying to roast her kind on a stake, or banish them back to "hell". 
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