011 ~*~ To those we've left behind
Dec. 18th, 2011 07:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
not_so_great_wall [ Action : 340 Brady Lane : Closed ]
[ It's cold. That's how Meiling knows something is wrong. This is not what being "nothing" feels like, right? Being "erased". After being blown away like that, she shouldn't be feeling anything, but she is and that's what draws her out of her sleep.
But she can't sit up because of something else she's feeling. It's a small warm presence laying on top of her under the covers, and whatever — or whoever — it is is... wearing her hat. She smiles softly, flexing her fingers experimentally before she reaches down to pat the head of her little companion. Then she tries to slide off of the bed as carefully as possible while rolling to deposit the blond vampire into the spot she just vacated. No sense in waking her up just because Meiling needed a snack. ]
[ Action : Makeout Point : Sunset ]
[ Once the sun approached the horizon, and after flying around aimlessly, Meiling can be found slumped against a tree near the popular parking lot. The trunk of it is bent as if something much, MUCH larger than a woman had slammed right into it, and several torn branches are strewn about the equally large indentation in the ground around her.
This is what happens when one spontaneously loses the ability to fly, while in mid-air. Open landing, she lost the strength and form of her youkai body, so everything about her seemed duller than normal. Her skin was dirty and scraped, her hair was more of a natural red hue than the iconic blazing color one would be used to, and her blue eyes don't have the luster they normally would.
Why should they? They've all said it. She's a replacement; a shell of her former self. Whatever she chose to give up to make everyone happier didn't work at all, and now she's stuck somewhere in the middle of all that, unable to muster up enough energy to even sleep. ]
(OOC: This is all taking place the morning of the "missing" people, and Meiling herself has been erased. Have fun with that!)
[ It's cold. That's how Meiling knows something is wrong. This is not what being "nothing" feels like, right? Being "erased". After being blown away like that, she shouldn't be feeling anything, but she is and that's what draws her out of her sleep.
But she can't sit up because of something else she's feeling. It's a small warm presence laying on top of her under the covers, and whatever — or whoever — it is is... wearing her hat. She smiles softly, flexing her fingers experimentally before she reaches down to pat the head of her little companion. Then she tries to slide off of the bed as carefully as possible while rolling to deposit the blond vampire into the spot she just vacated. No sense in waking her up just because Meiling needed a snack. ]
[ Action : Makeout Point : Sunset ]
[ Once the sun approached the horizon, and after flying around aimlessly, Meiling can be found slumped against a tree near the popular parking lot. The trunk of it is bent as if something much, MUCH larger than a woman had slammed right into it, and several torn branches are strewn about the equally large indentation in the ground around her.
This is what happens when one spontaneously loses the ability to fly, while in mid-air. Open landing, she lost the strength and form of her youkai body, so everything about her seemed duller than normal. Her skin was dirty and scraped, her hair was more of a natural red hue than the iconic blazing color one would be used to, and her blue eyes don't have the luster they normally would.
Why should they? They've all said it. She's a replacement; a shell of her former self. Whatever she chose to give up to make everyone happier didn't work at all, and now she's stuck somewhere in the middle of all that, unable to muster up enough energy to even sleep. ]
(OOC: This is all taking place the morning of the "missing" people, and Meiling herself has been erased. Have fun with that!)
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Date: 2011-12-20 03:09 am (UTC)What nonsense is that? I can see you just fine.
[For now, at least. She's not terribly sure what she's looking at, but she's never really seen a human from this perspective before.]
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Date: 2011-12-20 03:24 am (UTC)Pardon the staring. ] Um.
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Date: 2011-12-20 05:25 am (UTC)[The end--meaning the last three feet or so--of Iskierka's spiked tail twitches in the snow.]
There was a dragon that went this way. Where did it go?
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Date: 2011-12-20 03:31 pm (UTC)Meiling points at herself. ] You mean me?
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Date: 2011-12-20 05:45 pm (UTC)[Iskierka immediately puffs up indignantly. Her spikes don't hiss ominously with steam like she would like, but they do bristle!
...she still looks about the size of a pony.]
You?
[Now it's the Kazilik's turn to stare. She sounds a bit incredulous.]
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Date: 2011-12-20 07:07 pm (UTC)Yeah. [ She looks around herself at the wide but shallow dip in the ground in front of her, then cranes her head back to the split trunk of the tree she hit. Poor thing. ] I guess you saw me land.
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Date: 2011-12-21 09:01 pm (UTC)Dragons aren't humans. You look like a human.
[Her head is swaying a bit to the side to get a better look.]
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Date: 2011-12-22 12:20 am (UTC)I was—
[ Sighing, she slouches forward with a wince. ] I should be...